A/N: I wrote this drabble in the middle of writing my second chapter for GLITCHED in an attempt to bring my muse. I was kinda stuck for one scene and well, this happened and it helped me regain my motivation for writing. AHAH. And yeah, Kurapika is a girl here. I usually don't do that, but it just kinda fit here... If it really disturbs you, imagine him as a guy. I only used "her" once. AND LISTEN TO THIS WHILE YOU'RE READING: www(dot)youtube(dot)com/watch?v=FG-ho6Kd-3Q&feature=relmfu it helps the mood a lot.


What Are They Doing to Us?


Miracles don't happen, love does—love kills. Just like I would kill for my love. But most don't understand, only those who have experienced true love understands. And in this society, I only know of two people who could possibly understand me—my mother and father. Unlike all the other high society adults, they didn't marry because of status, money or fame; they married because they loved each other, yet nobody acknowledged their relationship because of my mother's low social status. Still, in my eyes they were the perfect couple with the best chemistry, but in society's eyes they were a mistake—I was a mistake.

There is still one person I would add to that list, but I won't, not anymore. He's a coward who is too afraid to fight back. But fine, if he won't fight for our love, then I will. I'll do anything to take back what we had together, because it belongs to us and nobody can take it from us! Not even my grandmother. Especially not my grandmother.

So I get up from the cold stone floor of my dirty cell and I throw my fists against the iron bars that are separating me from the rest of the world. I slam my fists onto the iron bars over and over again, yelling at the top of my lungs, "Let me out of here!"

I continue to do that, yelling and banging until someone cares enough to at least come and shut me up.

"Will ya shut ya stinkin' trap already!" The warden comes out of his little cubicle and marches over to my cell. He attempts to strike my finger with his baton, but I draw them back before he does.

"Let me out," I say softer, but firmer this time. His face contorts with obvious annoyance and as he opens his mouth to speak, I say first, "I'll pay you."

He pauses for a moment, considering what I said, but again before he could voice his decisions, he is interrupted—only it isn't me this time.

"No! You insolent little bitch won't have your way this time around." I look pass the warden's hard face and see the wrinkly aged face of my grandmother. I hiss under my breath at the sight.

Her slits of what are supposed to be eyes narrow impossibly thinner as she stared down at me on her high heels. She disapprovingly shakes her head at me, giving me the only look she knows—a piercing glare. She spits out her same old insulting words, "Why did my beloved son marry your lowly mother. He would have been so much better off marrying the girl I arranged. And now," she buries her face in her hands and weeps dramatically. After a minute of incoherent mumbling she lifts her face up and points her scrawny finger at me. "Now all I have left is this...mess he made."

My fingers ball up into a tight fist and I look down at my feet, trying my best to keep my temper in check. Things won't get any easier if I lose it.

"But you disgraceful rotten thing, repeating the same tragedy your mother made and making my life even harder! To think you actually inherited the same sin as your mother, lord what have I ever done wrong in my past life?" My fists clench tighter as her ramblings go on. I swallow the lump that had formed in my throat and inhaled. "Being the only relative you had left, I had no other choice but to take you in, but-but you just had to lay your hands on a man that was never meant for you! Now everyone thinks my family name is an bad omen!" She moans and sobs in her palms again.

I swing my fists against the bar in front of me, releasing the tension they built up during the long minute of her insulting. It would have been easier if she had just stuck to insulting me, but to talk trash about my mother so was just too hard to bear with.

My finger unclench from the ball they were in and gripped the iron bars tightly. I lean forward and look up into the steel cold eyes of the witch that was my father's mother. Through hitched breaths I hiss, "I'll kill you."

She looks at me more seriously and frowns. I avert my gaze to the stiff warden between us and command, "Let. Me. Out."

He clears his throat and stammers, "L-Look, I can't do that—"

"No, let her out," she says. I look at her, surprised. She continues, "Let her see the fine young man she soiled with her filthy hands. From what I hear, he actually learned his lesson."

She smirks at me, eye slanted and all before waltzing her way back into the sunlit world. I look back at the warden and urge him to unlock the cell's bar with my eyes. What she said bothers me. A lot. And the only way to ease my mind is to see him up close.

Once the bars slide open, I make a dash to the cell he's being kept in, three levels up.

I miss him. I miss him so much it hurts. And just one look could save my life.

I grab the keys and open the cell's door, looking at the man eyeing me with surprise on the other side but I can't see much as tears are clouding my visions. When the stubborn lock finally gave out, I practically drop into his arms. I cry, "Oh god. Kuroro, I missed you so much. I love you."

He embraces me in his arms and places a kiss on my forehead. Combing his hand through my hair he whispers in my ear, "I love you too. I love you more than anyone, and I always will."

Sensing something's wrong, I lift my head up to meet his gaze, but before I know it, his hand hits the back of my neck and I'm already sprawling on his lap. His lips melts into mine for what I predict to be the last time and before blacking out, the last thing I hear is him saying calmly, "Take her home now. I made a compromise with my mother. And make sure her grandmother treats her well, or the deal's off and I'll kill someone. Everyone."

I feel myself being carried off by someone and as I make a effort to keep my eyes open to look at Kuroro's face, but all I see is a large hand covering my eyes and a voice telling me, "Goodnight."