Author's Note: Strange pairing right? Oh well, I just love the idea of Senritsu and Kurapika being together! Sadly though the fan-dom for this pairing is small, and I mean small, but nonetheless I shall write! This chapter focuses on Senritsu's past , so no Kura in this chapter.

Hunter x Hunter doesn't belong to me, but to Yoshihiro Togashi ( I mean do I have to technically say that, why would he even be on Fanfiction anyway?) However the character of Yuzuki does, well his actual persona that is. Anyway, constructive criticism is much appreciated, but nevertheless enjoy!

P.S. Every chapter's title is inspired by a classical song. So this one, for example, is inspired by Rachmaninov's The Isle of the Dead, Symphonic poem. Just a little fun fact there.

Prologue: The Isle of the Dead

It was winter. I know that because I remember feeling so cold when it all happened. I also remember telling him to not be afraid of something so trivial, so harmless as a music piece.

How stupid I was then.

If I had known what was to happen, I would have never told him to play, to stop acting childish and... just play. How many years has it been since then? Four? No, three. And yet I still feel that winter air. That air which had enveloped me in detest and agog when my shaken body had denied its touch. For I could feel nothing.

I was only eighteen then. Young and naive. I had believed that the world was something to not be afraid of, because of my inexperience to life's evil clutch. My friend, Yuzuki, was the one who had played the music. Satan's music. Those images from that night still seem so clear, as if it were yesterday.

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Three years ago in a little town named Fuun there were two individuals, a man and a woman, who couldn't see the troubles approaching them. Both ignorant to the ghastly truth lying up ahead, the girl spoke excitedly to her companion " Goodness, when do you suppose you're actually going to play that?"

Her tone, despite having a bit of mockery also had a politeness that was very exotic to hear in any being. Then again, her silhouette could also exemplify her foreign attitude, for she wore a long earthly colored dress that hugged her physique in an almost innocent and yet tempting way. That was how Senritsu was to most people. Innocent, charming, and playful all at once; in both personality and appearance.

"If you want to hear it so badly, why don't you play it then?" Yuzuki, her male companion, asked teasingly. He too was handsome as he had brown locks that emulated shine all over, blue eyes, and creamy color skin that mirrored the moon's reflection over a pebble's surface. But to outsiders ,who didn't know that their relationship was no more than friendship, they believed that the beautiful woman he stood next to was beyond his reach.

Senritsu giggled lightly and twirled her Burgundy colored hair with her index finger. She had always enjoyed making Yuzuki feel a bit embarrassed about his strengths and weaknesses, though she had always known that he had great strength deep down inside. Thus her jokes and comments were always out of good fun.

"Well, would it not be embarrassing if I were to play and you, oh great one, did not?" she giggled.

"Then again, I can imagine the headline saying 'Young girl plays forbidden music instead of her male companion'. At this she looked over at Yuzuki in a cute manner, smiling playfully. Though he had tried with all his will to expose a serious face, Yuzuki couldn't help but smile.

"All right, all right i'll play it. But first, we need to find somewhere where there aren't a lot of people. That, and I'm a hell of a lot cold. Maybe somewhere with a bit of heat would be nice too." Yuzuki stated as-a-matter-of-factually with a hint of desperation to find warmth.

"True it is cold. I suppose walking around is pointless. But, if we didn't come here, we would have never been able to watch that beautiful performance. The performers in their blue dresses and pink shawls were just so breathtaking. And the music, oh, Yuzu that was the best part! All the orchestra playing to their heart's desire simultaneously, with harmonies coming from all over, flutes echoing their charisma, and the little trinket sounds from the percussion, why how exquisite!"

"You act as if I wasn't there standing right next to you" Yuzuki said in a jokingly heart-breaking way. He had always known Senritsu's love for music as he had passion for it as well. It was their mutual interest in music that brought them together as well as to Fuun .However, his passion might have been going somewhere else.

"Don't say that, I knew you were there. Though I was paying attention to the festival, I always know you're there. It's like your presence has some sort of note to it, a note that I just always hear, after all I don't think I would have gone to the festival if you weren't there with me". Senritsu said this with all the innocence she had. Unknowingly though, these words made Yuzu blush but he was quick to hide it.

"Hey stop saying stuff like that, you're creeping me out. Come on before we both freeze to death out here".

Yuzuki walked straight without an exact path to follow. He didn't know when it was that he began to notice his feelings for the young girl a little behind him now. All he knew was that she had popped up in every image he had when he had closed his eyes. Her voice was in every sweet piece of music he had heard. And her kindness was in every beautiful thing he had ever seen. She was his everything, but he could tell that it was only one-sided. Coming out of his thoughts, Yuzuki stopped in his tracks, though with a little force due to the pressure by the grasping snow underneath his winter boots. He turned around to face Senritsu "Right, where are we going again?"

Senritsu laughed a bit and shook her head "Goodness Yuzu. Well, I suppose we could go to that little tavern over at the edge of town. I heard that no one typically goes there, so we should be fine".

Yuzuki nodded his head in approval and they both began walking east of town. Fuun wasn't particularly a big town, thus tourists and citizens were few. However, once a year a little festival took place in order to celebrate the good things in life. The festival was usually conducted for the small populated area of Fuun ,however, Senritsu had wanted to go there for she had heard that great musicians would play in the unknown celebration. Yuzuki went so he could be by her side, as well as hear the music, though music held little incentive.

Not too long after, as in ten minutes, the two had reached the tavern. The tavern was like any tavern seen in any village. It had wood for its structure, chipped pillars to be exact, and was the size of a cottage found in a forest. This one however, seemed to be vacant. Not even the owner could be found, so it was of no surprise that Senritsu and Yuzuki walked in with great excitement and determination for their findings.

"Well this is a bit convenient. No one's in here. Dang, they must really not expect any one to visit huh?" Yuzuki asked as he scraped off some dust from a nearby vase.

"Well this town is small. But that might be why it was so easy to find the sonata". As Senritsu said this she took out the musical score from a hand bag that she had been holding. It had looked like any score written by any composer to the normal eye . It was scribbled with notes, and was crumbled due to years of age. The sonata was no more than a page, and yet it held a truly frightening fate.

"Can't believe the price either. So cheap! Hopefully it's actually the piece everyone talks about, don't really feel like being conned today". Yuzuki took a seat at a small rounded table near a small window. He closed the glass and pulled the blinds downward, though his attempt to hide the outside was fatal, as the moon still arched its way from a little crack. From a bag he had been carrying over his shoulders he took out a small wooden case that had the name Yuzuki engraved on it. Hesitantly he clicked open the box and found a disassembled flute scattered neatly within. One by one, Yuzuki took each piece with care and fabricated the flute to its original stature. He stared at it a while longer in awestruck, for the moon light glistened over its shining exterior. It wasn't that he didn't want to play the music of the sonata, no not at all ,it was the lingering feeling that kept pestering him to not play it. Perhaps this voice he heard was instinct, or some supreme being; but he would not let it attend to his will. He had seen the excitement in her eyes as she spoke of the score, thus he had nothing but a desire to make her smile whence played.

A silence erupted in the tavern, as an understanding was made when Yuzuki forwarded his head at the sheet of paper. Senritsu put the paper in his hand gently, almost with no force, as if she were afraid it was going to crumble into pieces. What Yuzuki didn't know was that she too felt an immense amount of fright emulating from the wrinkled sheet of paper.

He took the sheet carefully and placed it on the table gently. Putting his flute in the rightful position, he inhaled a gust of air and let it all out as he closed his eyes. He placed his fingers in the correct positions and was ready to play.

"Wait, why don't I get us some drinks?" Senritsu asked. She was excited to hear the score but was scared of the voices that disagreed with the idea in her head.

"Yeah that sounds good", Yuzuki said as he took a breath of relief. He placed the flute on the table and watched as the Senritsu who had been sitting in the chair beside him got up and walked to the door.

A few minutes later the Burgundy hair woman filed her way into the door and took her seat. She placed a bottle full of red wine, followed by two wine glasses on the table. She poured her and his glass respectively and handed it to him after doing so. I guess they didn't ask for I.D. he thought.

"Now don't tell me you're afraid?" Yuzuki asked teasingly. He had seen her hesitance as she left to get the wine earlier.

"I mean, you're not even the one playing it Sen", as far as she knew, he had never called her anything other than that. And he had been the only one to do so.

"Oh stop acting childish! I was only trying to help you. With how hesitant you were even to pick up your flute and all."

"Well that's not nice". As he said this he laughed and took another sip of his wine. His blue eyes found their way to Senritsu's hazel-nut pearls- her eyes. He had stopped laughing and had took a good hold on to his glass.

"Sen, when we do tell everyone about the sonata, I want you to tell them that you're the one who played it," looking for any sign of humor, Senritsu questioned his motives.

"I was only kidding earlier you know".

"No, I know. But I really want you to say you did. I mean you can't play the flute fully yet, so I won't say that you had back down, after all how can you fight a losing battle? I know that you like, no scratch that, love music more than I do. That's why if we get famous, which we're definitely going to, I want you to say that you played it. Got it!" Yuzuki stared into her eyes, like a piercing predator after its prey- one with a glow of determination. Senritsu stared back, knowing anything she would say would just be ignored by the man sitting next to her.

"Then cheers to fate". Senritsu picked up her glass and clanked it against Yuzu's.

Again, Yuzuki picked up his flute, stared at the paper, but before playing said "You're the one who played it, got it?"

"Goodness, Yuzu" Senritsu whispered. She smiled and stared as he positioned the flute in the correct manner. He took one single breath.

And then he played one note.

One note was all it took for everything to change.

One note was all it took for Senritsu's life to crumble. Like that crumbled sheet of paper written by Satan himself.