Chapter II: Confusing Kurapika
A Piece of Kurapica
Kuroro x Kurapika x Leorio
He groaned and tried to open his eyes but they felt stapled together. His body ached when he tried to move, it felt like he hasn't used it in years from the feel of it.
"Ugh… Leo.. rio, how long have I been asleep? Uhn—" he got up, his hand immediately going to his forehead, his eyes slowly opened and everything came in a blur.
White. Everything around him was white. Or was it just his vision adjusting? He looked down, it's still white. He noticed something was off, he couldn't point his finger on it, not while his head was killing him and his sight hadn't fully adapted yet, maybe from the lack of nutrition during his coma.
Then he noticed that he was on a bed. His defenses shot up, instinctively activating his Nen, there wasn't a bed in the rundown building which means he's in a different location.
"Look at you. You shouldn't force yourself." Calm, playful, deadly, coated that flat voice and Kurapica was full on alert now, jumping out of the bed at once.
He let out a yelp when he suddenly felt the weight of nen around his wrists and ankles pulling him back to the bed.
Materialized clamps! He thought.
"Now, now. Lie down and rest that thin body of yours before I get the urge to snap it." He sounded like Killua, only irritating, Kurapica's vision returned after that shock and saw a familiar figure standing by the wall, in front of the bed. His lower face was masked, wearing all black with a black leather coat, his black hair was flat and fell to his neck.
"Genea Ryodan." He bit out, heaving, being down for almost a month has left him weak and malnourished. He has yet to regain his strength.
"We haven't been properly introduced, I'm Feitan." Kurapica could imagine the man smirking under the mask, he ignored it and paid more attention to his surrounding instead. He noticed that he was indeed in an all-white furnished bedroom. Everything was white, from the floor, to the ceiling to the walls, to the coffee table and throne-like chairs with it that the Ryodan-member was sitting on. Aside from that and the king-size bed, the room was bare which made him think of his situation.
What happened?
Where am I?
How did I get here?
Why can't I use my chain? Leorio. Where's Leorio?
"You look confused." The Feitan's voice snapped him back to reality and that's when he noticed the huge mirror right across the wall in front of him and he froze.
"Kaichou specifically requested those clothes." The voice said in amusement, Kurapica couldn't mask the surprise in his eyes at the mention of Kuroro
"Perfect, since those were similar to the clothes you wore the day you captured him." Kurapica turned to the man dressed all in black, his mouth covered by a black scarf, his black hair reaching his neck, he could see caged hatred in his eyes,
"Now, now." He droned "We all thought Shizuku would have those same clothes, you're taller but aside from that you two are the same size you see. Good thing the shop she goes to has those same clothes, and the wig was easy to duplicate." Feitan's nonchalant voice switched to venom,
"You have no idea how much I want to shred you to pieces right now. To squash the guts that made you take our leader from us!"
Kurapica gasped when Fei appeared on top of him, his right hand grabbing his jaw in a crushing grip, pushing his head into the bed.
"How does it feel… to be powerless? You can't use your abilities right? We all know your weakness, thanks to Paku's sacrifice. HER SACRIFICE DA** YOU!" he yelled at his face.
Kurapica struggled to breathe,
"If Kuroro didn't order to keep you alive, for now, you'd be dead, your eyeballs…" Feitan's malicious eyes pierced into him, they were nose to nose now,
"Yes, you heard me, your eyeballs," he said icily, "would be hanging by my wall. Your death isn't enough to compensate for Paku and Ubo's death."
"Feitan." A female voice appeared out of nowhere, "It isn't like you to lose your cool." Suddenly a girl, about eighteen-years-old, small, with dark hair and thick rimmed glasses, carrying a red vacuum in her hand appeared through the wall, or was it the mirror, Kurapica didn't check.
There wasn't any door.
"I've notified the leader that the chain-user's awake, we can go now." the girl said, holding a weird red vacuum in her hand.
"Too bad. I want to watch how Kuroro would torture him." Feitan replied, his narrowed eyes on Kurapica.
"Don't worry, I'm sure all of us will have our turn. Boss isn't selfish."
The weight on top of him was lifted and the two vanished. Panic was about to settle in, but anger overpowered it, the Spiders are here, and their original leader was back.
He closed his eyes to concentrate on controlling his nen again. He hadn't any proper food, his energy was depleted but if he could summon his nen and materialize his chain he could at least heal and replenish himself.
What's this? Why can't I materialize my chains? Kurapica thought. He opened his eyes and stared at his bare hands,
I can't use nen either… Panic started to set in, a shiver went down his spine while he fought to stay calm.
The room was too quiet, and cold. Or is it the knowledge that he was somewhere in the spider's web, with all the spiders in it, with him unable to use his abilities giving him the chills.
I will fight. No matter what, this is my chance, my opportunity to kill Ginei Ryodan! He repeatedly told himself.
"A little deep in thought there, aren't we?"
That calm, deceptively easygoing voice, Kurapica would never forget that tone.
"Kuroro!" he growled, sounds of materialized chains binding him echoed eerily throughout the room while Kurapica tried to lunge towards the man appearing through the mirror and was now standing in front of him.
Kurapica felt his blood grow cold, he didn't care if the chain made up of nen cut through his wrist, he wanted to kill him!
"Hmm. Even in that weak state you still want to kill me." He said with a hint of approval, "Well, it would be boring if you were cowering. Quit your pathetic struggle, I will give you your chance to kill me later." He said loosely, but nevertheless Kurapica took heed.
He watched as a thick opened-book materialized before Kuroro and then a paper and pen followed.
Kurapica gasped, Mistress Neon's predicting-moster, he thought to himself when he saw a green creature appear on Kuroro's right hand and as if in a trance Kuroro began writing.
A minute later the materialized objects vanished except for the paper which the man was now viewing with interest.
He then stared at Kurapica who was still unable to move before he began to read a poem aloud.
"In the East you'll find the ally, to unlock the deepest of your desires and the chrysanthemum will bloom again. The blood soaked eye will dry up the month you give the gift of strength. The limbs will again crawl as its head is restored, but beware of the desire that is a double-edged knife." the raven-haired man finished.
Kurapica frowned when Kuroro cast him a gentle smile,
"Beautiful isn't it?" the older man calmly stated.
"You took Miss Neon's ability." Kurapica said analytically, his voice leveled, "That's why she couldn't use it anymore."
"Ping-pong." Kuroro's eyes brightened like a child, frighteningly deceptive for the leader of a gang of cold-blooded killers who can't wait to tear him to pieces the first opportunity they get.
"That's why you were prepared for my attack and the consequences. That's why you knew what to do. You knew what was coming." Kurapica stared straight at Kuroro, unblinking, yet he sounded like he was speaking to himself.
"Kurapica-kun, you really are quite the brains aren't you." His sharp calculating gaze were a contrast to his seemingly amused-voice.
"Don't say my name!" Kurapica screamed.
Kuroro suddenly appeared where Kurapica was kneeling on the right side of the bed,
"Saying those things in that voice-" his right hand reached down to hold the young man's jaw up in a crushing grip, "While wearing those clothes in that position doesn't exactly give the desired effect." He said cockily, Kurapica froze when he felt a murderous aura surround the room.
Kuroro bore his gaze down at Kurapica who was straining against the gripping hold on his jaw,
"Mark my words," he started out calm and malicious, "Starting now, your life will be hell. I'll give you, not a hundred, but a million times the trouble and suffering that you gave me." His eyes mirrored a different level of evil and malevolence, then he smirked as he raised his other hand and raked it through the wig where he could feel Kurapica's scalp beneath, making the younger man tense up. He grabbed a handful of hair to pull the boy up hastily so that Kurapica strained more, the chains pulling his limbs behind him,
"Aitsu, those guys surely know how to follow my orders. I guess they copied your image based on Paku's memory." His thumb left Kurapica's jaw and harshly wiped the rose-colored rogue off his lips in one rough swipe, smearing it down the side of his face.
"Such beautiful features, I'll make sure never to mess it up too hard, well…" he paused while he removed the black shoulder-length wig completely,
"Except for today." Without another warning, he grabbed Kurapica by the collar and rained punches down his face,
"This," he punched Kurapica's stomach, his face unchanging, calm as if he was doing nothing more than meditate "Is," he held down Kurapica against the bed, by his throat, "a thank you," he punched the younger man right on his cheek, "for last time!" he delivered the last punch on his face, burying him in the bed.
Kurapica choked when he let go of him.
"Oh." He stopped and pulled Kurapica up in a sitting posture, so he was leaning back on a mountain of pillows, but his head was slumped downwards.
Kuroro smiled gently, "I forgot to turn off my nen. It slipped my mind that you can't completely guard yourself. Hn."
Kurapica, with all his strength, lifted his head so he was looking up at Kuroro's deceptively angelic face, he turned his head sideways to spit out the blood left in his mouth then spoke before looking up at the devil again,
"Leorio, where's Leorio?"
Kuroro's eyes widened in amusement, not many could surprise him yet the chain user seem to manage the feat right on from the start.
"Hmm... I'll let you see your friends in a while. Honestly, you weren't at all what I was expecting for the chain user to be. So soft, so.. Human." he drawled.
For some reason, Kurapica noted that Kuroro used the word 'friends' but he held his breath when he felt the man's point finger trace the side of his cheek,
"I've never looked forward to revenge more than ever.."
How was it? Man oh man!
Okay. So, as you can tell, even though A Piece of Kurapica is labeled T for now, it will be turning into a more M-material story.
Those who agree say 'Aye'! I think it's more exciting that way!
Based on the manga, Kuroro Lucifer is 26 years old, and Kurapica himself is 19, from Kuroro alone it's impossible for a fic to remain innocent!
See y'all in the next chapters!
