+L.o.s.t+

**by: aimura**

disclaimer: i don't owe Hunter x Hunter nor its characters. don't even think of suing me for this lousy plot coz i'm dead broke.
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Kurapika drew back his hand to hit the petite looking girl, angry.
'It is the truth, Kurapika-senpai,' she said softly, not looking at him. 'The Kuruta-jin--'
The latter delivered a punch so hard the girl flew back and crumpled against a tree, arm and leg broken. The bone split through the skin, and blood flowed freely. The girl simply stood up, clinging to the tree with her right hand for support. The left half of her simple apparel was soake in fresh blood.
'You're lying!' Kurapika yelled at the already seriously injured girl, not doing anything to stem the flow of tears from his now fiery red eyes. 'You ARE! TELL ME YOU ARE, AIMURA!!!'
'I am not...' she said weakly, blood draining from her face. She took a piee of rolled up paper from her blood-drenched pocket, and held it out for Kurapika. 'I'm sorry it's got my tainted blood on it.' Kurapika reached out and took the paper slowly from her elegant fingers. She turned, and began to limp away slowly. Kurapika watched her go, a darkness numbing his heart. Once she had vanished over the horizon to the land of the Kuruta-jin, his trembling fingers unrolled the paper.
It was written in a style he knew so well.
[[Kurapika! Doom has cascaded upon the Kuruta Tribe! Go as far as you can, and don't turn back! Our future depends on you-- the remaining member of the Kurutas. Seek revenge for our fiery red eye--]]
There, blood, still wet, splattered. He knew it was not of Aimura's but of his sister's. His tears mingled with the blood. Kurapika crushed the paper in his hand.

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He returned to the land where the Kuruta Tribe had been. The village was charred, as though burnt. He walked through the land, sadness numbing his senses, feverishly muttering the chant of the Kuruta-jin.
To his left was his home. His red eyes grew wide; the corpse of his sister lay there, a pen in hand. The ground around her was blood.
'Sun in the Sky,
Trees on the Ground...' a small, barely audible voice began.
'Our bodies are borne on Earth,
our souls come from the skies above. Sunlight and moonlight shine upon our hands and feet,
the nature moistens our body,
giving our bodies to the winds that blow across the plains.
Thank the Gods above for the land of the Kuruta...
Let our souls be forever safe and healthy.
I wish to be able to share the happiness with my people...
to be able to share their sadness...
Please praise the people of the Kuruta Tribe...
Let our Fiery Red Eyes be the witness..' [1]

Kurapika wheeled around. The chant had started all over again. It echoed through the burnt and empty land.
'Who is it?' he whispered, hoping that it was one of his kinsmen. There was no audible response, and Kurapika set about searching for the mysterious voice.


a/n: kinda stupid... but then... it's my first fic! r&r please! i promise better work in the next .. chapter!

[1]: this is a very roughly translated english version of the Kuruta chant. i don't own this either, but the original version was haunting... in a sad way. *sob* it was great =P