Rain

by: arietis

chapter: 1

note: I have really, really bad grammar . so please bear with me.

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The rain-drops kissed his form, embraced him and caressed him with its icy touch. Cold water licked his wound and soothed the stinging pain. He hugged himself tightly, bury his head in his arm, his eyes are cast down and distance. He was thinking but strangely of nothing at all. His head is a void of nothingness.

In his mind everything are parts of a blurring mess. Every now and then a hazy figure would appear but before he could recognize it or find a trace of familiarity it would dissolved in one with the misty cloth that covered his mind. When he tries to make the figure become clearer, a rush of dizziness would come and follow it is a violent wave of pain that threaten to split his head in two.

So he gave up and let the ghostly figure come and go as it will. He doesn't like it that way, but he has to tried and forgets about it or the headache would come back. Therefore, instead of trying to recognize those mocking figures he focuses his thought on something else. Not that he has much to think about anyway. His only piece of clear memory is of a white room, there were only a small bed that he lay on and a weird looking machine in the room. Many tubes and strings were attached to his body. There wasn't a single sound and it frightened him. The loneliness was driving him insane so he ran, out of the small room and through the deserted corridor. He ran as fast as he could and as far away as his feet would allow him to.

After a very long while, his feet couldn't carry him on anymore. He stumbled and fell onto the hard pavement below him. He lay there for a while ignored the rain that bathed him. Then decided that it was insecure, why? He doesn't know but he dragged himself up anyways. He moved to sat at a small space between two houses, and until then did he notice that his feet were bleeding.

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It's raining again, figures. Welcome to Elttaes where you won't see the sun for half a year. Would someone please explain to him again why he wandered out here instead of sitting comfortable nears the fire place in his apartment reading his new book right now? That right, he doesn't want to be fired. But why on earth did he take this job? Oh yeah, so that he wouldn't look too out of place. You cannot just live without work right, well at least normal people don't and right now he's living as one of them. He mumbled and cursed him self. Yes, him and his damned idea of living normally when there's no target for stealing.

A tiny form hiding behind a building caught his attention but he ignored it. Whatever it is, it's none of his business. But then again whoever that is look as if they would drop dead in any minute. A bit hesitance but he walked over to the trembling form anyway. Ok, why the heck did he care about some street rat today? really, the world just get really weird lately.

Close up the form belong to a child around 15 or 16 with short disheveled blond hair. Delicate arm wrapped tightly around slender knees. The child is shaking furiously under the icy rain.

Hearing footstep coming closer the child look up and faced him with aqua-blue eyes. Wet blond strands framed the angelic face.

"Kurapika?"

Uncertain eyes gaze up at him.

"Who are you?"

The gaze was then lowered; the child hugged himself more tightly.

"Who am I?"

would someone please tell him why he bring his mortal enemy home? he's a person of reason right? but there is exactly no reason for him to bring the blond here and a thousands reasons not to. Then what on Earth is he doing? He isn't some kind old woman who helps out people. Heck, he would be careless if the wet boy who standing in front of him right now rotten to death on the street. Wait, he cannot let that dumb blond rot to death. His heart is still binds by the damn chain so he better keep that blond alive until the chain is removed. Yes, and you better keep him under your watch, there are changes that you can find some clues on how to remove the chain. He can hear his analyze mind scowled him for missed the reason why he should keep an eyes on the blond. Yep, he just loves how his brain works sometime.

His enemy looked at him with questioned eyes. What's wrong with him? It look as thought the blond has some kind of amnesia, but is he really or is it just an act? He found no trace of lying in those eyes thought, beside what's the use to pretend like he's harmless anyway? the blond already binds him with the chain. What else's would he want? to spy on him? to pick a fight? to take his life?

The boy in question still watches him, his eyes filled with anxious and curiosity. But what's there to be curious about?

"do you like to stare?"

The blond shook his head from side to side

"You wet, go take a shower" he pushed the curious boy to the bathroom after noticing that the boy is soaking wet and is covered with mud.

He walked to the bathtub and turned on the water, might as well help the blond out a little if he really has forgotten about everything. Oh yeah, he should lend him some clothes too.

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Kurapika walked out of the bathroom and stand in front of him again. The boy looked as if he is swimming in the t-shirt and pants that were lend to him a while ago. Is the chain-assassin really that small? oh! and a mental note, he took a shower as long as a girl would.

"you really like to stare aren't you?"

Again the blond shook his head in disapproval

He sighed, what should he do now? kurapika seem to be exactly what they used to call people with his hair color. He doesn't know what to do without instruction, except for standing and staring. Or maybe the boy just shy, a part of him whispered. Yeah right! the chain-guy is shy. If that's the case then he would be capable of being a loving man too.

The blond is still standing and staring

"why don't you sit down?"

The chain-assassin does just as he was told and takes a sit on the floor facing him.

"what's your name?" kurapika asked after a long silent.

"Kuroro Lucifer"

Just like that, the evening go on with him reading a book comfortable in his armchair and kurapika sat not so far away, watching him.

a/n: so what do you think of it? good? bad? really, really bad? btw, I'm desperately in need of a proofreader for this fic so if you are interested please email me at