A/N: This is not a Shounen Ai fic. Just an angsty one.
Disclaimer: I don't own Kurapika-sama. That's it. But I do own Aesis, who
is my made-up character. ^_^
Summary: This mainly on Kurapika-sama's reason for revenge. It happened few
days after the attack of the Genei Ryodan to his tribe, the Kuruta.
Heart of Vengeance by Azrael
Chapter 1 Moment of Lamentation
Black, thick clouds enveloped the sky, blocking the sun's rays from shedding light. The weather was unfriendly, the heavens roared while lightning struck continuously.
Raindrops spattered against his skin, mixing with the blood that oozed from his wounds. His eyes were blazing scarlet but no sign of anger can be traced, just sadness. Sadness from within. Sadness rushing fast, breaking out of his soul.
Beads of tears slowly formed, gathering at the brim of his eyes, ready to run down his cheeks. Warm and burning.
The rain poured harder, falling like pebbles from the sky. Pebbles that broke to nothingness upon touching the grounds.
He leaned against the window. His forehead bleeding, leaving wet traces of blood on the glass. His body lagged, tears streaming, burning against his pale cold skin.
"Kuruta" He whispered, closing his eyes, reposing.
---
Flashback
"No!"
Kurapika screamed. He sat helplessly before a huge hairy man, his mother in his arms. He held his mother tight, his clothes stained with her blood.
She laid lifeless. Cold and lifeless in his arms. Her head tilted to the right while blood gushed out of her eyes. Hollowed eyes. Bruises covered her body, bruises from defending his son, protecting him with her life.
The smell of gore infuriated him. He wanted to attack, to hit the beast responsible for her death. But he couldn't. He was forever frozen in anger, in hatred, in pain. The only thing he could do is stay with his mother, cradle her in his arms, savor the moments left of her.
The man stood before him, slowly raising his right hand.
"Father" cried Kurapika.
He fell dumbfounded, dropped at what he saw. The beast had his father, clutched at the neck. He had blood smeared on his face. Blood from the people he murdered. He looked at Kurapika intensely with his fiery glowing eyes, licking the blood on his lips.
His father struggled, tried to escape from his grasp. His crimson eyes bulged out, his skin purplish, almost out of blood.
"Father!"
Kurapika finally stood up ready to charge when suddenly...
SNAP
The beast tightened his grip, breaking his father's neck...
His head dropped, rolled at the beast's side.
Kurapika froze. He saw his face. His father's face. His expression remained. His mouth wide open - shrieking, but made no sound.
"Fa-father"
He slowly fell onto his knees. His heart beating rapidly, beating to a melancholy tune. He could feel the wind blow, blow against his skin. It felt so cold, cold and somehow lonely.
The beast bent down, picking up his head. Blood dripped as he lifted it up. He violently snatched the eyes, showing no mercy but instead, pleasure. Pleasure of killing, of seeing blood, of heavy shrieks - shrieks filled with terror.
"No!" Kurapika assaulted. He tried to kick the beast on his right leg. But still, it wasn't enough to stop him.
The beast caught his leg and brutally swung him towards the wall. Kurapika was sent flying, crashing down helplessly. His head hit the wall, blood trickling, flowing continuously. His right arm fell numb, his body screaming in pain.
He felt like a leaf, a withered leaf blown away, moving to the will of the wind, losing his self. He was losing his life, drop by drop.
Everything was blurring, turning black. But with his last strength, he kept his blue eyes opened, watching the beast walk away, the spider mark in sight.
"Spider" It left an imprint on his young mind. He fell away...
Flashback Ends
Heart of Vengeance by Azrael
Chapter 1 Moment of Lamentation
Black, thick clouds enveloped the sky, blocking the sun's rays from shedding light. The weather was unfriendly, the heavens roared while lightning struck continuously.
Raindrops spattered against his skin, mixing with the blood that oozed from his wounds. His eyes were blazing scarlet but no sign of anger can be traced, just sadness. Sadness from within. Sadness rushing fast, breaking out of his soul.
Beads of tears slowly formed, gathering at the brim of his eyes, ready to run down his cheeks. Warm and burning.
The rain poured harder, falling like pebbles from the sky. Pebbles that broke to nothingness upon touching the grounds.
He leaned against the window. His forehead bleeding, leaving wet traces of blood on the glass. His body lagged, tears streaming, burning against his pale cold skin.
"Kuruta" He whispered, closing his eyes, reposing.
---
Flashback
"No!"
Kurapika screamed. He sat helplessly before a huge hairy man, his mother in his arms. He held his mother tight, his clothes stained with her blood.
She laid lifeless. Cold and lifeless in his arms. Her head tilted to the right while blood gushed out of her eyes. Hollowed eyes. Bruises covered her body, bruises from defending his son, protecting him with her life.
The smell of gore infuriated him. He wanted to attack, to hit the beast responsible for her death. But he couldn't. He was forever frozen in anger, in hatred, in pain. The only thing he could do is stay with his mother, cradle her in his arms, savor the moments left of her.
The man stood before him, slowly raising his right hand.
"Father" cried Kurapika.
He fell dumbfounded, dropped at what he saw. The beast had his father, clutched at the neck. He had blood smeared on his face. Blood from the people he murdered. He looked at Kurapika intensely with his fiery glowing eyes, licking the blood on his lips.
His father struggled, tried to escape from his grasp. His crimson eyes bulged out, his skin purplish, almost out of blood.
"Father!"
Kurapika finally stood up ready to charge when suddenly...
SNAP
The beast tightened his grip, breaking his father's neck...
His head dropped, rolled at the beast's side.
Kurapika froze. He saw his face. His father's face. His expression remained. His mouth wide open - shrieking, but made no sound.
"Fa-father"
He slowly fell onto his knees. His heart beating rapidly, beating to a melancholy tune. He could feel the wind blow, blow against his skin. It felt so cold, cold and somehow lonely.
The beast bent down, picking up his head. Blood dripped as he lifted it up. He violently snatched the eyes, showing no mercy but instead, pleasure. Pleasure of killing, of seeing blood, of heavy shrieks - shrieks filled with terror.
"No!" Kurapika assaulted. He tried to kick the beast on his right leg. But still, it wasn't enough to stop him.
The beast caught his leg and brutally swung him towards the wall. Kurapika was sent flying, crashing down helplessly. His head hit the wall, blood trickling, flowing continuously. His right arm fell numb, his body screaming in pain.
He felt like a leaf, a withered leaf blown away, moving to the will of the wind, losing his self. He was losing his life, drop by drop.
Everything was blurring, turning black. But with his last strength, he kept his blue eyes opened, watching the beast walk away, the spider mark in sight.
"Spider" It left an imprint on his young mind. He fell away...
Flashback Ends