Kuroro?

The name seemed to echo in his head. Kurapika's brain had yet to catch up to his eyes, or something. He figured he was dreaming, or something. Because there was no way, even by mistake, he would have rescued the leader of the Ryodan.

"Who?" the man said.

Kurapika blinked. Had he been thinking straight he probably would have killed the Spider on the spot, or at least tried very hard to. But something made him pause for half a second and take a closer look, and that closer look revealed that although the man in front of him resembled Kuroro, it simply couldn't be him.

"Kuroro Lucifer?" he asked.

The man shook his head. "Not me. I don't think."

"You…don't think?"

The man grinned. He shoved a hand in one of his jean pockets. "I'm not sure who I am. Woke up one day and couldn't remember anything. So if you recognize me, that'd be great actually."

"Oh." I must be mistaken. The man wasn't dressed like Kuroro; his hair was longer than he remembered Kuroro's being and his skin was darker, tanned, like he'd been wandering around in a desert all day. His chin had the beginnings of a five o clock shadow.

Kurapika blinked a few more times. I'm being sort of creepy right now. "You look like someone I've met before."

"It's a start I guess. Sure you don't know me?"

Kurapika looked again. "I'm sure."

The man gave a nod. "Well, thanks again for the help. Point me in the direction of town."

"Which town?"

"That's a good question. Not sure where this is."

"Where did you wake up…not remembering anything?"

"Not sure about that either. Think it was some sort of warehouse maybe, not far from here."

"Oh." He considered pointing him, but since he was headed into town anyway to catch the train, he offered to walk him there.

As they shuffled down the road and talked, the man informed him he didn't know anything, not even his name; he'd simply woken up somewhere and not known how or where he got there, or when, or why. He had no identification on him either, just what he was wearing and a few things in his pockets that didn't mean anything. The only thing he was certain of was that his amnesia, and however he'd winded up with it, was his own doing.

There was an old warehouse somewhere in the city, but he wasn't sure which city or town it was anymore, that he'd woken up in. He'd left the warehouse hoping that a walk would clear his head and bring his memories to him, or that he'd at least run into someone who recognized him.

"But I walked to far, you don't know me, and no one else does either," the man finished. "So it doesn't seem to have worked plus I can't remember how to get back."

"No, I don't think so, " Kurapika said, though he wasn't sure.

"But I look like someone you know?"

"Yeah."

"Who is it, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Someone I don't like," he said.

The man nodded. "Glad you didn't kill me by accident then."

Kurapika gave him a look. "I was certainly thinking about it."

The man's lazy grin put him at ease though. No way it's him. Though he was certain there were ways even someone like the leader of the Ryodan could end up with amnesia, he didn't think that was the case now. In fact the more Kurapika thought on it, the more he was sure there was no way someone like him could lose his memories.

They made it into town safely. Kurapika told him he was headed to the train station, though he felt almost sorry to part ways with him. The nicer part of him wanted to help him out, at least get him to someone he knew. But the less kinder part of him didn't want to get distracted from his goal.

"Well, thanks regardless," he said. "Uh what's your name by the way?"

"Kurapika and you're...?"

He shrugged. "Kuroro sounds nice to me. Until I remember my name at least."

He scrunched up his face, but I won't see him after this. I don't care what he calls himself. "Right. I'll see you around."

"See you around."

Kurapika departed, purchasing a ticket at the train station and waiting for the train to arrive. He still needed to decide if he was leaving Light for good, or just for a bit. His employer was practically on 24/7 bed rest now due to sheer stress and his fortune was close to crumbling. None of the bodyguards had been properly paid in quite a bit and the ones still there, like himself and Senritsu, were staying only until a better opportunity afforded itself. If he chose to stay with Light, will it help me obtain the Scarlet Eyes?

Probably, but only if he managed to get himself into a position where he had more influence. Right now, he didn't know much, but maybe he could talk to Light. Ask him what he did exactly and figure out some way to help him keep his fortune.

The train's whistle blared announcing it was time for their departure. He made his way into the train slowly and found his seat, thoughts still buzzing around his head like gnats.

He would take a vacation and come back. He would help Light Nostrad restore his fortune and maybe then he would have a better shot at finding the Scarlet Eyes. His main issue now was that he didn't know where to look, and the places he did know where to look, he didn't have access too. Even now, he wasn't sure how he would get the Eyes from the museum if they're even there. But with Light, he could get access to those places. Maybe I could take his place even. Lofty thoughts.

At some point he drifted off to sleep, and when he woke up the train was coming to a screeching halt. He waited for a while before getting off. His vision met with a familiar face near the stairs leading out of the train station, standing there holding a map

Kurapika blinked.

"You following me?" Kuroro asked.

"I could ask the same question," Kurapika said, wondering how he saw him. He shuffled over to him. "What are you doing here?"

The man cleared his throat. "Well don't tell anyone but I swiped a ticket from someone and boarded a random train."

"Your boarded a random train?" Kurapika said. "You stole someone's ticket?"

"No money." He gave a shrug. "I left them a note saying I was sorry."

"I hope they didn't need that ticket," he replied. Why am I talking with him at all? "Hopefully, you'll find what you're looking for here."

"You too, Kurapika." He grinned, shoving his hand into his pocket. A frown crossed his lips.

He knew he was being overly nice at this point, but he decided to ask anyway. "What is it?"

"Eh, I think it's some kind of clue as to how I went missing." He pulled a small, clear box out of his pocket.

Kurapika stared at it for a long time before saying anything. "Where did you get that?"

The man looked at him curiously. "I wish I knew...do you know what it is?"

"...But where did you get it from?"

Kuroro waved a hand in front of his face. "You have rocks for brains?"

"What?"

"I mean, no offense, but I just said I wish I knew where I got it from." He extended it towards him. "It's clear you recognize it though, so what is it?"

Kurapika looked at the scarlet eye, swallowing his annoyance. Maybe this is fortune smiling on me for once. "Isn't there another?" He realized what a dumb question that was after the fact and mentally slapped himself.

"I would think so unless that red eye comes from some strange one-eyed creature," he said. "But I'm not sure."

"Right, sorry." He nodded, wondering if perchance it came from the museum he was heading to. But he felt that wasn't the case.

"So you have no idea...at all?" Kurapika asked.

"Uh no but if I remember you can have this one. And the other one. Not an offer you have to accept, but you're the first person I've run into who even knew what this was and I feel like my memory loss is related to this somehow."

"You feel like it?"

"I've got a hunch."

"So you want me to help you restore your memory?" He asked.

"Was I subtle enough?"

"Even though I'm a stranger."

"You saved a poor old dude from getting mugged, you can't be that bad." He grinned, rather disarmingly too.

Kurapika thought about it for a minute. This seemed like an easy catch, whatever happened to him couldn't have happened far from here and the other eye can't be far from here either. He could potentially come back with two pairs of the Scarlet Eyes. Or if the museum turned out to be a dead end, he'd at least have one pair.

"Alright," he said. "I'll help you."