The moonlight shone brightly on the pavement below, accentuating the absence of people at this ungodly hour. Four flights high, there was a blonde young man sitting in the protruding, old windowsill. In the apartment in front of him, the curtains were still open. The lights were on, and the most prominent thing was a huge chandelier glittering in front of a huge mirror in the middle of that ugly, white washed room. A chubby woman in her thirties looked at herself, in nothing but her underwear. She looked at herself from the front, from the side, other side, front, only to repeat that cycle for a while.
The young man in de windowsill knew he was watching something private, something she didn't mean for anyone to see. She was insecure, a woman who was trying to please. He sighed, and although he knew he shouldn't watch, he was calm and in a mood to contemplate. He decided to analyse her for a little to keep his mind of things. To think about her situation instead of his own. It made him a bit sleepy, and that was exactly the point. He knew she didn't know she was being observed, heck, the hole night didn't know he was up. That exact idea of being the only aware of the situation was what he treasured. His eyes started to sting. He was about to get up from his place, there on the small bench, when the woman exited the room. The lights were still on; she was bound to come back to turn it off.
Only a few moments later, the woman came back, pulling a big, overly muscled guy into the room by his wrist. He sat himself down on the couch, unzipped his pants and after that, the woman, now without her underwear, sat on his lap as she started going up and down in fast rhythm. No sound, no warning, no intimacy. Instincts only. This sex-scene was presented to him on a matter-of-factly platter. The young man was a little surprised. Nonetheless, he couldn't take his eyes of the couple. It interested him. Luckily for him, he didn't need to make the choice to keep staring or to walk away from the scene, as the guy pulled the curtain with one arm and with that, the couple disappeared from sight altogether.
'Well, that certainly something you don't see every day.' He thought as he rubbed his eyes. Very stingy now. He couldn't really tell if the whole scene really fazed him or not. He was, if anything, a little surprised that something like that didn't stir any sexual desires in himself.
The next morning, he walked on that pavement below, now lively and warm. The birds were flying over, singing a song that had nothing to do with secrecy. In broad daylight, that scene was unthinkable. It didn't exist. Some things don't really exist if you don't talk about them.
'Good morning!' Gon stated happily with a bright grin. He was wearing his green coat and orange scarf.
'Good morning, Gon. You seem cheerful today.' Kurapika said, snuggling his face in his red scarf a little.
'Yeah!' Gon said. He looked as though he was dying to tell someone about it. 'I'm excited for tonight!'
'That's great Gon, I'm looking forward to it as well. It's been a while.' The blonde said.
'Idiot, you're always so happy about those little things.' Killua said, ruffling the head of his black-haired friend. Gon closed his eyes in surprise and flinched a little, but he didn't seem to mind. They're always like this anyway.
'So, where's that old geezer?' Killua asked.
The blonde quirked an eyebrow. 'He's always got class at ten on Thursdays, not at nine like us. You should know that by now.'
'Oh yeah.' Killua said, with a now that you mention it look on his face.
'Besides, we should head inside, we're going to be late if we stay here any longer.' Kurapika said, while starting to walk towards the university building.
Before Killua could even process that sentence, Gon nudged him in the side with his elbow and said: 'Whoever gets inside last pays for hot chocolate tonight!' and went off running with Killua already catching up on him.
'Pfft, they never change.' The blonde mumbled to himself with a small smile on his lips. He stopped walking for a second, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. It was going to be long day, and although he was looking forward to go to the usual café with his friends, and even though he was always thrilled to see the older doctor in the making, he had to keep his emotions in check. And it was this duality that cost Kurapika quiet some of his mental energy.
'Good morning.'
'Ah!' Kurapika jumped as he heard that familiar voice. He turned around to face his best friend Leorio. The blonde felt a little caught in the act and blushed.
'What are you doing standing there? Is everything okay?' Leorio asked.
'Yeah, I'm fine. You're early today.' Kurapika said, trying to quickly snap out of his train of thought and be fully mentally present.
'Just a little, I've got some reading to catch up to and I can't really concentrate at home in the morning. I'll just keep lazing about if I try.'
'Oh, I kind of get what you mean. What's the subject?'
'Ah, remember I had to choose two courses of choice? I choose physiotherapy as one of them and have to read about certain exercises for people with joint injuries. I kind of like how relatively easy movements can speed up and enhance recovery.' Leorio said quiet enthusiastically. 'It's actually stuff I have to read for tomorrow because we will be visiting a sports physiotherapist and look at the way he treats his patients, but I wanted to have it done by tonight so that I won't have to worry about it anymore.'
'Sounds interesting, and good thing you'll get to do that in advance. I'm looking forward to tonight.' Kurapika said and gave him a smile.
'Yeah, me too. It's been a while, but I guess it couldn't be helped with the exams and all.' Leorio said. As they reached the entrance of the building. 'Well, I gotta go to the library. I'll see you at five!'
'Yes, good luck. And I'll see you then.' Kurapika replied. And with that, Leorio walked in the opposite direction. Kurapika couldn't help but look at his back for a bit. He really did like that long black coat on him. It accentuated his height and good figure. He sighed to himself, time to head for class.