Woo, I'm back, and with a crack ship to boot. Wow, good for me (sarcasm?). I honestly love the idea of Kurapika and Killua (even though I also ship Killua and Gon) so it was only a matter of time before I came up with something. There will be more chapters to this soon!

First Chapter

Kurapika's blonde strands were wet against his drenched face as he hurried back to the small apartment with hurried steps. It was pouring outside and he did not expect it to rain while he was out doing errands, so he didn't bring an umbrella. "I should have checked the weather news today," He mumbled frustratingly to himself as he lifted his bag above his head to shield his face from any more rain, though, he was already soaked.

As he turned the corner and sprinted to the familiar, cozy apartment, he put his plain, beige bag back to his side to find his keys, and once he did, he opened the front door as quickly as he could.

Kurapika took a deep breath as he stepped inside and quietly shut the door behind him. As he stood on the mat to dry off, he slid off his blue and gold embroidered tabard off and placed it on the coat rack nect to the door for now. His white long sleeve and pants weren't nearly as drenched, so he didn't plan to change immediately. He noticed soon right after that it was quiet in the apartment. Really quiet. Were the others here? He then remembered that Leorio said he would be out late, but was he back already? What about Gon and Killua?

He turned around and scanned his eyes over the living room. To his right was the TV facing straight ahead with three separate, dark green couches surrounding it. The first thing he noticed was a lump on the couch to the TV's right. He could only notice a lump because whoever it was, they were covered by multiple blankets. He walked across the carpet to check who it was, and the next thing he noticed were many, many cans on the floor. He picked one up and immediately knew it was the beer that Leorio would buy. "Is it Leorio…?" Kurapika thought as he walked over to the figure. But before he could lift up the blankets, there was a rustle, and a small, low voice.

"Kurapika…?"

The blonde jumped slightly and looked over to the couch across from the lump he was approaching. There was Killua, sitting up but slightly slouched. His silver hair was a bit tamed, though still out of place. (At least, not as wild as when he was younger). But what Kurapika noticed was that his cheeks were slightly pink and there was 'wonder' splattered across Killua's face, an expression he hadn't made a lot before, at least, not directed towards the blonde. And so he put two and two together, though it wasn't hard at all.

"Killua," Kurapika addressed and Killua's eyes seemed to focus. "Were you drinking?"

There was a small pause before he replied. "Yes." Came the raspy deep voice that Kurapika still couldn't quite understand how it made him feel.

The Kurta paused and looked over at the lump as it shifted a bit. "And this is Gon, right?"

"Yes." Killua calmly said.

Kurapika sighed and mentally blamed Leorio entirely. Though he was not mad, even though Gon and Killua were 18 years old and so technically not old enough to drink, (But they risk their lives almost every day, and face death. Why not let them drink at least?), and at least they didn't drink in public, but he was curious as to what happened. Noticing that Killua was complient in answering (because he was drunk most likely), Kurapika decided to ask more questions. All this time Killua stared at Kurapika with dazed, dark blue eyes, still slouched with his hands on his lap.

The blonde finally moved and decided to sit next to Killua, gingerly crossing his socked feet as he sat on the couch.

"So…" The Kurta began. "What happened?" He asked quietly, but interested.

Killua slowly sat up straighter, faced Kurapika, and stared at the blonde.

He just stared.

Did he not hear me…?

"Killua." He repeated softly, but sternly, ignoring how that stare made him feel.

"Huh- Oh yeah." Killua breathed. "Sorry." He whispered and there was a small smile on his face that made Kurapika's heart twist.

"So… Gon challenged me," Killua began, effectively distracting Kurapika from his thoughts. "And he was like "I bet I can drink more than you!" And I was like "Yeah, suuuuure." And so we got out Leorio's beer and just drank." As Killua talked he became a little more animated than before and didn't sound as drowsy as he looked, though there was a bit of a slur in his speech here and there.

"And so, you see the dumbass over there?" The pale boy pointed his finger towards the lump. "He went to sleep before me, so I totally won this round." Killua haughtily stated while nodding his head and smiled, seemingly proud.

The blonde couldn't help but laugh and it came out as light and melodious as Killua always imagined. I mean, not that he thought about Kurapika's laugh a lot, no way.

Ok, maybe a little.

A few more chuckles came out before the blonde looked over at Killua and said "You guys are so stupid."

It wasn't in a condescending tone; it was playful. And maybe it was because Killua was drunk, but that beautiful smile the blonde had amazed him and he felt his cheeks get warmer.

And so, because he was drunk, he made such a stupid remark he would have probably not ever said soon if he was sober.

"You're pretty." He whispered.

…

Even though he whispered, Kurapika still heard him since there were no other loud sounds in the apartment. But did the blonde hear him correctly…?

"Huh?" He intelligently remarked.

Killua looked over at Kurapika and said a little louder, "You're pretty."

He's definitely drunk… Not that I had a doubt before. Kurapika thought before he opened his mouth. But he couldn't say anything at all. He didn't know what to say, so he settled with a hush "Um… Thank you."

Kurapika didn't mind compliments, though it wasn't like he got them often, but to be commented by his looks, and from Killua of all people, it was just… Woah. He felt warm. Really warm.

As Kurapika was mulling over his thoughts, he didn't become aware of how the pale, blue-eyed teen sat up straighter, and how he scooted closer to the Kurta.

"Hey… Kurapika."

Kurapika snapped out of it because of that dreamy voice, and finally noticed how closer Killua was, staring at him deeply again. Killua had grown taller than Kurapika over the years, even though the blonde was 5 years older. So Kurapika noticed how the teen's height towered over him as he sat closely to him, their thighs touching. For the blonde, this was intense, and he held his breath, as he tried to calm his beating heart. He didn't realize Killua could affect him this much. And the boy was drunk! Possibly the only way he would ever be this bold, Kurapika idly thought.

The next words that came out Killua's mouth shocked him entirely.

"Kurapika…

…Kiss me."

Now he definitely knew he heard wrong.

Kurapika was wide-eyed as he tried to process what Killua said. It didn't help that those smoldering eyes were locked onto his own.

"Wh-what?" Kurapika managed, because he couldn't think.

And because the blonde was so out of focus with his thoughts, it enabled him to be very aware of his surroundings this time, so the second Killua leaned his head forward, Kurapika quickly placed his hands on the other's shoulders.

"K-Killua…" The Kurta managed to say, but he noticed Killua's expression did not change. It wasn't happy or disappointed, it was neutral and calm. An expression he didn't wear often.

"Yes?" The silver headed teen replied. He gently placed his hands on top of Kurapika's, whose hands were still fisted on Killua's shoulders. The Kurta noticed just how cold his hands had become when Killua's warm hands came in contact with his.

Kurapika couldn't think, and the only thought that went through his mind was, How can someone 5 years younger make me feel this way? Do I li…

"Killua," Kurapika forced in order to not complete the question in his mind. "You're drunk." He stated the obvious, for he did not know what else to say. But it was true. Killua was possibly very drunk.

"So…" Kurapika continued, his mouth running with not knowing what he was going to say. "…I cannot kiss you." He mentally facepalmed himself.

"Oh…Ok." Killua whispered as he still had the same neutral expression. He brought his hands down and Kurapika quickly did the same, though he wouldn't admit he already missed the feeling of it.

"Then… When I'm sober…" Killua started, and Kurapika already knew where this was going.

"Will you kiss me?"

Kurapika's heart leaped and his thoughts became a jumble of words. Would I…? I…

I would… Oh my…

"Yes." Kurapika answered calmy, his voice very different from how we was feeling inside.

Perhaps the Kurta was drunk himself?

Killua tilted his head to the side and stared at Kurapika, who looked like a deer in headlights, and then smiled the little smile that would woo girls from all around the world instantly.

Though, obviously, that did not exclude Kurapika.

"Ok, good." Killua whispered with a bit of drowsy happiness. He then yawned, and as he was done, he definitely looked as sleepy as his voice sounded.

This action gave Kurapika an immediate comment to make: "Killua, it's time for you to sleep. It's late." A bit of worry laced his voice as he got up from the couch and took off one of Gon's blankets (Gon was wrapped in about 3 or 4 blankets, so taking one was okay.) and placed it ontop of Killua who was already laying down snuggly on the couch. The blonde turned on one of the lamps on the table beside the couch, and it lit up dimly. He then turned off the main lights and as he was walking into the corridor to his room he heard a faint "Goodnight."

Kurapika paused in his steps, and looked back at the already sleeping figure.

"Goodnight, Killua."

He walked into his room and changed his clothes, deciding on just leaving his long white sleeve on, and putting on some comfortable shorts to sleep in.

As he lied in bed and tried to go to sleep, his last thoughts were, Did all of this really just happen? Yes… It did. I can't deny that. And what I said to Killua, oh my, that was stupid. But it's not like… he'll remember right? He's drunk and usually when you wake up in the morning you can't remember what you did, much less what you said…

And for some reason, he didn't like that.