A/N: Because I just have to write my own version of Kurapika's gender issue (and because this idea has been circulating inside my head since I started writing HxH fics). Killua just had to make sure of everything :D A KilluxKura fanservice (because all the KilluxKura fics and doujinshis I've read are hints of rape ones -_-) Hope you like it! Gyaha~

Sorry in advance if there are OOCness.

DISCLAIMER: I am but a college student.

ARE YOU REALLY?

CHAPTER ONE
THAT MORNING

"Why do you ask?"

"Well..." The silver-haired kid crossed his legs and shifted his weight to his right. He blinked then slightly looked at the blonde opposite him, observed his waiting face for a while then sighed. After all the three of them (with Leorio and Gon) went through with their never ending mission of truly figuring out what Kurapika is, it all came to this - him simply asking the Kuruta about it. Those stupid antics of the two dorks were stupid, Killua thought. Now all will be revealed because of me and they owe me big time because of this!

Actually, he took part in planning those 'stupid antics' as well but he never really went there and did them. Those were Gon and Leorio's jobs. But yeah, all failed. Not really allowing himself to accept the fact that he is dead curious as the other two, Killua volunteered on asking Kurapika straight in the face, not as curious as Gon, but as curious as himself.

He faced Kurapika again and leaned over the table close to his friend's face. "Sorry to say this but, we honestly doubt you, Kurapika." Straight on.

The Kuruta's eyebrows creased as he slowly put down his book. "Why do you doubt me for? And how is your former question actually related to trust?" He asked, suspicious.

Killua sighed and decided to do a little enumeration. "Can you explain all of these? Number one: you always seclude yourself from us whenever we're together inside the house, number two: you sound like a girl, number three: you look like a girl, number four: we never see you naked because you didn't want to strip in a men's bath during hotspring trips, number four: you wear a skirt for crying out loud, and number five: you never tell us your true gender, ever." Killua knows if he's Leorio, he's be knock out dead right before finishing number one. But he is not Leorio, and he can fight Kurapika head on. He waited for an answer, a sudden twitch of excitement ran up his spine.

Kurapika sighed and closed his eyes, he is obviously pissed. Who wouldn't be!? "Killua."

"Yo?"

"Would you still doubt me if I tell you directly that I am a male?" The Kuruta asked, eyes still closed.

The ex-assassin frowned, quite disappointed at the response of his friend. He sneered inaudibly. "Probably not."

The Kuruta sighed again and opened his eyes. "Do you believe that I'm a woman then?"

"Hm..." Killua shrugged. He wasn't expecting that question. "No. But physically, I might consider that fact."

Kurapika leaned back and held up his book to his eye level again, covering his face. "Then I have nothing more to say. I already told you straight that I am a male but you still think I am not. I have no right to interfere with your opinion. If that's what you think, then suit yourself."

Killua blinked. That's it!? Honestly, he expected a longer conversation that's why this is unacceptable! The ex-assassin smacked the table in front of him and leaned towards the Kuruta. "Kurapika, we need proof."

The Kuruta lowered his book and suspiciously looked at Killua. "We...?"

Killua snapped. "Of course we! Gon, Leorio and me have been seriously taking measures to figure you out! Isn't it obvious!?"

"Really...?" Kurapika asked with gritted teeth and closed eyes, shutting his book violently and smacking it on the table. He took a deep breath. "Tell me, Killua." He leaned forward towards Killua who back away. Their faces were inches apart.

The ex-assassin look away, intimidated.

"Killua," the blonde continued, not moving an inch. "What proof do you need, exactly?" He asked with his low voice, almost whispering.

Killua shrugged when he felt Kurapika's breath brush through his ear. He sneered then turned his gaze to his blonde friend. He blinked then leaned away and his eyes turned back to serious mode. "A convincing one," he answered.

Kurapika narrowed his eyes and leaned forward even more, looking straight at Killua's eyes seriously. "Do you want me to kiss a woman?"

"Anyone can do that."

"Do you want me to date a woman then?"

"Lesbianism is quite accepted in society nowadays."

"Aren't my garments obvious enough?"

"If you haven't noticed, you wear a skirt."

The Kuruta almost popped a nerve but he kept his cool. A small curve formed on the corner of his lips. "Do you want me to strip naked in front of you?"

The ex-assassin gulped and grinned inwardly. This could be the chance of a lifetime for him. If he sees proof of what Kurapika really is, he wouldn't tell anybody about it because it was his and only his brilliant idea to ask him directly. It was a perfect plan-almost. He grinned. "That's convincing enough."

Ha! Kurapika thought while leaning back on his chair. "Fine then." He stood up and started removing his blue and gold tribal outer garments.

Killua's eyes grew wide and he instantly stood up. "What the hell are you doing!?"

"Stripping naked in front of you to prove that I am a man and not a woman," Kurapika answered thoughtfully as he remove his tribal skirt.

The ex-assassin's eyebrows creased and he slammed the table lightly with his right palm. "Are you seriously gonna strip in public!?" he whispered then looked around.

They were at a local cafe, waiting for Gon and Leorio from grocery shopping. Well, actually, it was their plan (the three of them) to 'corner' Kurapika today that's why the two unusual-volunteers-for-grocery-shopping guys offered their help because of Killua's promise to make Kurapika talk to him about his true gender. Luckily for them, the Kuruta was only suspicious about serious stuff he was not expecting this (Killua asking him questions about his gender and wanting proof) to be part of their plan.

"Why not? It is also to as people would not think I am a woman."

"Wha- Not here! Don't be so careless!"

"Then where and when can I give or show you proof that I really am what I say I am? Back at the hotel room, where the three of you are present? Tell me." Kurapika folded his blue and gold tribal garments and placed them on the table on top of his book then leaned over the table to look closer at Killua again. "How do you want me to reveal what I really am?" he asked, whispering, with the most tantalizing tone of his voice.

How...? Killua's blood instantly ran up his cheeks and he could feel goosebumps form at the back of his neck. Is this person gay!?

"And I am also not a homosexual if that is what you have in thought right now."

Killua sneered. "Well stop what you're doing before someone sees you! Geez~" He looked away, flushed. Get away from me. Get away from me...

Kurapika smirked. "I am not doing any harm to them, nor to you."

The ex-assassin still had his crimson face as he snort.

"Plus you are male, too, so there is no reason for you to blush like that." Kurapika sat back, crossed his legs and began scanning through the pages of his book again, as if nothing happened.

"W-Wha-" Killua's blood completely dominated his brain. He blinked and shook his head, trying to compose himself and trying to erase from his brain the picture of Kurapika stripping in front of him and the sound of his alluring voice. It was intimidating and traumatizing for him. He could even picture Kurapika's question of where and how he would strip in front of the three of them; how he would remove his clothes, what his reaction will be after that. Will he just stand there while we watch like it's some kind of a show? What if he has boobs and what would he look like if...? Gaahh! No! Killua shrugged and closed his eyes and concentrated and decided not to look at Kurapika's face for a while. The ex-assassin had wished he had never asked the Kuruta about this in the first place.

TBC

Ree-chan: Hahahahaha! I am very sorry about that. Sumimasen ne! ^^;;

Killua: What the hell is this!?

Kurapika: . . .

Leorio: Dammit! You should've let him strip in public, writer-san!

Ree-chan: Aing~ Hihi. Even if I really wanted to, I could not -_-

Leorio: WHHHYYYYY!?

Kurapika: Over my dead body.

Leorio: o_o"

Ree-chan: See? Ahehe~

Gon: Ne, we could always ask Kurapika to strip for us if he really wanted to do it :D

Kurapika: o_o"

Leorio: Hehe.Gon, let's have a little talk, shall we? :D

Kurapika: Nnnnggggg... Writer-san...

Ree-chan: What's tha- Ah! Kura-chan, your eyes are red!

Kurapika: Don't let them get away with everything.

Ree-chan: Hai hai~ I'm sorry, I'm sorry T_T

Kurapika: . . .

Ree-chan: Review please! Onegai, review-kudasai!

Killua: What the hell is this!?