Yeah, it's about Leorio, mostly. Not my favorite character, but somehow I
couldn't get it to work right.
Red-Eyed Angel
Chapter2: Unheavenly Memories
No. Another nightmare. About the time when his best friend died. Leorio rolled over. The pain was overwhelming. Sorrow washing over him. He needed to hold on to something to keep from falling into the vast ocean of grief and remorse. Leorio reached out and found something. He pulled it closer. Warm and soft, it floated in his arms. Like an angel… a beautiful blond angel hovered over him, looking sympathetic. Leorio smiled. Suddenly, the angel's eyes turned into a crimson color and its hand reached out…
SMACK!
"OUCH!" Leorio cried out.
"Godammit, Leorio, what the hell were you thinking?" shouted Kurapika. His face was the color of a rotten cherry. Then it softened, "Nightmares again?"
"…" Leorio couldn't help noticing that the angel in his dreams looked a lot like Kurapika…
"Even so, don't grab me like that again, or you're sleeping on the couch tonight!" Kurapika said viciously.
"Hey, you're not my wife! I'm not drunk, and there are no couches in a cheap motel room like this!" protested Leorio.
"The floor then."
"Nah, how 'bout we move to Florida and buy a house?"
"Shaddup, you bastard!" And with that, Kurapika rolled over again.
Oh well, Leorio thought. He'll be nicer in the morning.
Red-Eyed Angel
Chapter2: Unheavenly Memories
No. Another nightmare. About the time when his best friend died. Leorio rolled over. The pain was overwhelming. Sorrow washing over him. He needed to hold on to something to keep from falling into the vast ocean of grief and remorse. Leorio reached out and found something. He pulled it closer. Warm and soft, it floated in his arms. Like an angel… a beautiful blond angel hovered over him, looking sympathetic. Leorio smiled. Suddenly, the angel's eyes turned into a crimson color and its hand reached out…
SMACK!
"OUCH!" Leorio cried out.
"Godammit, Leorio, what the hell were you thinking?" shouted Kurapika. His face was the color of a rotten cherry. Then it softened, "Nightmares again?"
"…" Leorio couldn't help noticing that the angel in his dreams looked a lot like Kurapika…
"Even so, don't grab me like that again, or you're sleeping on the couch tonight!" Kurapika said viciously.
"Hey, you're not my wife! I'm not drunk, and there are no couches in a cheap motel room like this!" protested Leorio.
"The floor then."
"Nah, how 'bout we move to Florida and buy a house?"
"Shaddup, you bastard!" And with that, Kurapika rolled over again.
Oh well, Leorio thought. He'll be nicer in the morning.