edited 22/2/19
Chapter 2 Rooftop
Nobunaga, who had woken up and saw no Kuruta within his vision, was able to control his temper a little bit better. Although his face twitched when he was told that the object of his anger was in the other floor within the construction.
"Danchou…one question." He raised.
Said Danchou nodded.
"Back there in York Shin, you mentioned that I can kill him. After it was certain that you're free of his Nen. Can I still kill him?"
Kuroro gave a second of thought before replying with a bland smile, "Sure."
"But…Danchou. Does he have to be one of us? We have him held captive, he's a prisoner. Therefore, we can just use him."
"It's easier this way." The Spider head held up three fingers emphasizing his statements. "First, like I said, his abilities are useful. We've lost Ubogin and Pakunoda; we got to have some replacement. Second, if we fail to convince him into being one of us, we can just kill him later; of course I'll have to steal his ability first. Third, followed by the second, if he should be killed, I'll take his eyes. You know how much the Kuruta's eyes are worth. People out there will be thrilled if they knew there is another pair of the Scarlet eyes beside from the 36 pairs of eyes they believed it exists."
The Spiders gaped. To them, the last statement seemed much more like their usual Danchou. 'So if things went off-handed, he'll cut off the boy's head and sell it to black market.'
Nobunaga still made a face as if he had some pain in the ass. Kuroro had to give him his most convincing smile.
"Why worry, Nobunaga? You know he doesn't stand a chance against us. Trust me; he will never attack us, because the Spiders will go after his friends if he does." After this statement, Kuroro gave Nobunaga another warning glare. "But don't think of harming him either, he can also counter-attacks in self-defense. That's the condition he could at least bargain for."
The samurai-liked man just couldn't stop fidgeting.
"Think about it, Nobu. This is one way to revenge. To make him one of us will make a living hell out of him. It will make him suffer more than anything. Death is too easy, too comforting." Kuroro pointed out, and this time, he waited patiently for his comrade's reaction.
"…Tssh, guess there's no way I can make you change your mind anyway. If we let him out of our sight, your life will be at stake, and we hate to feel that the Spiders lost its head." The samurai mumbled.
The argument seemed to come to an end.
"And…one last thing. How much do we have left? I bet we lost a whole lot for the Nen-remover?" Kuroro raised another matter.
"Right, Danchou, we don't have much." Phinx nodded.
"We have to rob again soon." The Spider head noted, and then he turned to his entire group of comrades. "Let's call it a day. Get some rest, everyone. I'll come up with a plan tomorrow." Then he turned and left the foyer.
The 'thank you' word was never mentioned between the leader and his comrades. The followers were more than willing to serve their leader. And one thing that they knew best was the word was needless, because for them, gratitude was not important when being shown, but only when it was there.
"It's great to have him back but I still can't understand him. I hate to think that that chain-user will be one of us." Nobunaga sputtered out. Amongst them, someone mumbled that no one will ever understand their Danchou completely.
Crossing her arms across her chest, Machi commented, "The way Danchou insisted on having the chain-user as one of us no matter how he rejected, was like the way you insisted on those two kids to join us back then."
"What?" Nobunaga stared at her, dumbfounded.
Machi turned a glance sideway and added. "That's why I have a hunch that Danchou wants the chain-guy in our gang."
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The figure in black ascended the dark stairways that led to a row of rooms in the abandoned warehouse. He mulled over his decision. The boy had finally given in. Kuroro almost took it with disbelief despite the fact that he himself had proposed the bargain; and the way the boy nodded even in the slightest to comply when he coerced to destroy the Kuruta eyes.
The boy had actually agreed to join over a pair of eyeballs. Of course, just in case, he added that the Spiders would go after his friends, the two kids, the loud-mouthed man, and the diminutive music hunter. He had the boy's cell phone, with all the numbers of his friends in it. Hunting them down couldn't be that difficult for the Spiders.
He'd taken the liberty of texting back to the chain-guy's comrade, Senritsu, who made a call these last few days. 'I will be off the radar for a while.' Kuroro noticed other caller ids were of Nostrad and Bashou. 'Seems like he's still with Nostrad Family.' But that wasn't his concern.
The sight of a visibly shuddered Kuruta boy whenever the term 'friends' was raised, still caught in his mind.
Kuroro couldn't at least say he was fascinated by the way the boy approached him and held out his hand, palm up. After the man handed him a twin canister of the flamed-color eyes, the boy's own scarlet eyes only lingered at the body part he was holding.
"Oh, and one more thing
He told the boy to go upstairs with the message.
"If you're thinking of killing yourself, then you know no one will be able to stop us.'
Kuroro knew it, nodding in comply didn't mean the chain-guy had submitted himself to Genei Ryodan. He simply had no other choice; his pride and dignity wasn't the second important thing next to his friends. It was the third of importance next to his clan's eyeballs.
There were plenty of rooms in this abandoned warehouse. Each member was free to pick any room for their temporary living. Unfortunately, Kurapika, the newest member of Spiders, or at least the Spider head considered it that way, wasn't free of any chance in doing that. He was assigned to a certain room.
After Kuroro washed his face with several drinking bottles of water, itching at the slight sting from the cut on his cheek, he headed for that certain room.
The doorknob of the room was long ago broken, and the door was left slightly ajar. He was about to push it open but he ceased to do so for he caught a sight behind the open door. He didn't want it to change the moment he step into the room. So he remained there, watching in silence.
Behind it led to the dim spacious room and a huge window.
The Kuruta boy was sitting by the open and broken window sills, one leg on the window frame, the other on the floor. He had taken off his outer garments and now was left with only light mauve sleeveless shirt and light green trousers. With such light colored clothing plus his drenched pale skin that exposed under the moon's reflected radiant. Kuroro noted the interesting complexion that the chain-guy created.
His aura was still and almost fading. That must be the reason he hadn't felt Kuroro's presence, the Spider head using Hatsu, though, just in case. He noted that the boy allowed his guard down, most of the parts. Kuroro studied the frail feature and the face. His eyes were still scarlet, but held a softer hue of red, now stared forlornly out the glass-less window. Kuroro somewhat wondered what the boy was thinking.
"Our body, showered with the radiance of the sun and the moon. The wind, that blows upon our skin. Please strengthen me…to avenge for the Kuruta tribe, who were as pure as dew…giving them an everlasting peace in their souls."
Kuroro listened to the boy's prayer. Somehow the feeling he was feeling right there, was almost similar to watching the assets he had just robbed. Like the time he watched the Kuruta's eyeballs he possessed five years ago. No, this time, it felt different…much different he might add. It was something he couldn't explain. And at times, he liked doing things he didn't really understand himself.
For a moment, Kuroro sighed. 'Well, I can't just stand here forever.' He needed to lie down at some point, being as exhausted; he pushed the door open.
Unlike what he had expected, the blonde head didn't snap at him promptly but instead, slowly turned to him. Yet Kuroro's anticipation didn't prove wrong entirely for those just before a rueful blank stare, turned ill will at him. The boy dropped into a defensive stance despite the dose the must still be in his blood, holding him back; walking was that all he could manage.
"You said it's the end of discussion for today." Kurapika's voice became cold, unlike the time of his prayer.
"Yes, it is." Kuroro closed the door behind him and the boy fidgeted uneasily. "You can sleep there." The man gestured his eyes toward a sleeping mattress which lay beside the wall. Then he pulled out another one from the cabinet, dusting it off, and arranged it across the other one, just the opposite side of the vast room.
Kurapika watched him discreetly, doubting the man's action. The man seemed to know his way around well.
"Let's call it a day, shall we?" With that he seated himself, back against the wall, and facing against the Kuruta across the room. He threw another blanket over his crouched position.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" The boy's voice was thick with impatience.
"Sleeping." Kuroro looked up at him, almost innocuously, just like back there at the restaurant. This kind of expression was getting on the boy's nerve.
"What!? Here!?" Kurapika suddenly exclaimed in disbelief.
"It's my room…" Kuroro revealed.
"Fine, I'm out of here! After all, there's plenty of room-"
"I order you to stay…and sleep HERE. Do understand that I have to prevent you from escaping."
"There are ten replicas of this building in vicinity. Your mopped-hair comrade will know if I escape. Isn't that why you let me up here on my own in the first place?"
"I order you…to sleep here." Kuroro repeated patiently. "Normally, the Ryodan are free to go anywhere they want unless I call for a meeting, a plan to raid you can call. Coltopi or the others won't be with us forever, But…" Kuroro pointed his finger to the Kuruta. "You…have to stay within my vision from now on. So get used to it."
Kurapika made a face. 'God, toleration is what I need.'
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Kurapika rubbed at his eyes; he hadn't been sleeping well. In fact, he hadn't been sleeping at all. Last night, the Spider head had slept in a crouched position facing him, in En state. Kurapika knew that if he hadn't moved in the near range, the man would not budge. After all, the room wasn't that small, and the Spider head was obviously sleeping. However, sleeping with the enemy even in a vast space room was another story compared to sitting side by side in the small space of the same car.
When he woke up after a short hour of restless dozing of, Kurapika's eyes flickered open and saw the man standing over him. Kuroro was just throwing his familiar overcoat with an inverted cross on the back above his shoulder. And his raven hair, slicked back, giving him the look of the old Genei Ryodan leader.
"Morning." He greeted the blurry Kuruta with only one word. However, it was enough to snap the boy to his full conscious. Kuroro noted that the boy's eyes were still red, since yesterday. Besides from that, the only addition was the dark lines below his eyes.
Kuroro threw the boy a bath towel, and a set of clothes. The first thing that came to his mind was of the objects being stolen ones. But what more could he do when the man started ordering him to change. Plus, the clothes he was wearing since the day before was getting uncomfortable; he actually couldn't wait to take a bath. To wear the clothes from thievery, he allowed himself an excuse of giving up his tribal clothes until he would be able to get himself out of the Ryodan.
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If there was one thing Kurapika hadn't had information about the Spiders, it would be about how they lived their life when they were not on the robbing plans. He half imagined them going around killing people for fun, admiring the stolen assets, spending money lavishly on things they wanted but might not need.
But as he saw, it was none of that.
They only played cards, gone out for a walk or practiced Nen, and having conversations on mundane stuffs as if they were normal. Some of them, like a mummy man and a mopped hair boy could sit still and remained in the same spot for a whole day.
At least with that, it didn't seem to be so off-handed. Other than that, Kurapika only had to accept and bear with the fact that the Ryodan made their living out of stealing in every aspect, either food, necessities, or any other un-necessities.
Except for Nobunaga who had directed a grudge towards him, all the other Spiders seemed to take it in stride with having him around. Aside from that, Shalnark was somehow…different. The smiley-looking young man attempted a few conversation at Kurapika and even asked him in joining them with whatever they were on. But he always backed off when he received a daggered glare as a response, but never without a mocked fear, the phony bastard. They were Spiders after all, they were people who Kurapika would hate to the core no matter how almost human they looked while not at raiding activities.
On the first day, the worst thing for Kurapika was…the smell of blood when Hisoka finally showed up. There wasn't any blood or the trail of it on the magician's clothes, but the stench of it was all about the man. Hisoka greeted them all blandly and retreated to his once usual spot. He started to build the stacks of cards in pyramid shape, instantly consuming in his own world.
"He hasn't fought me; must be the reason he's out for someone else, must be lots of people." Kuroro explained to him. He already felt sick with the bloody smell. He kept his eyes from looking at the Spider head, but his eyes twitched in dismay when the man continued. "Because I have to handle you first."
It was because of him, that Hisoka had to go after someone else to release his crave for killing instead of fighting with the Spider head.
Kuroro noted the boy fell silent. 'I thought…I was expecting him to retort…' Then he felt eyes on him, he turned to Hisoka. The magician didn't smile like he usually did, but Kuroro could tell from his expressionless face that he would still get what he wanted. 'Sooner or later I have to deal with him again.' He thought, and then his mind shifted back to the Kuruta nearby when the boy made a sound of movement.
Kurapika walked towards one of the corner most secluded from the other Spider's and seated himself there, unmoving, thinking, and tolerating. It proved to be in vain when the Spider head started pacing after him.
'Darn it. Do I really have to be in his vision all the time?' So he chose to be the one to speak first. "You said you'll tell me of the Kuruta's eyeballs whereabouts."
Kuroro paused at Kurapika's statement; he closed his eyes, smiling.
"Right, let me explain." He stood a few paces away from the Kuruta. "I sold all of them to the black markets as you might have already assumed. We can start from there, but of course after we've gained what we've lost. First, all of us need to go over a raiding. Then we'll go for your clan's eyes later. It might be all over the places around the world, but we won't do it in the places we can't possibly reach. It's impossible to regain all of them."
"What's with 'we'? You just tell me and I'll go on my own." Kurapika rolled his eyes.
"I can't do that. May I remind you that I can't let you escape?" Kuroro then paused and got lost in his thought. 'So I have to keep him with me all the time?' Kuroro didn't have any idea how long it would take to find a way to lift the cursed-Nen entirely. He didn't think he had enough of anymore luck to find another one so fast. Or even if he did, it probably wouldn't do much. And one thing he started to doubt was that there might be no way the Nen would be lifted as long as the boy's hatred towards him remained deep-rooted.
Kurapika's eyes glowed even redder, if possible. The boy had sworn in front of his clan's grave that he'd bring their eyes back, all of them, no matter what happened. He was willingly to risk his life to go way high and down low even to the hell on earth if that meant bringing what belonged to his clan back. Places renowned for being unreachable would not stand in his way.
'So…determined.' Kuroro noted and smirked at him. "Keep in mind as well that all of us know about your weakness, so don't try to run, I think you're not that kind of person anyway. But if you do we'll hunt you down and we won't hesitate to kill you the instant we find you." Kuroro paused, put his hands in his coat pocket and turned sideways. He still wondered aloud, "Your secret might not be revealed if you continued to keep it a secret to your friends. Why tell them later on?"
'They're so eager to help me out,' Kurapika kept the thought to himself, the other's voice started to fade into background.
"In Spiders, we know the surface of each person's abilities, but not the winning cards. The matter of trust is not even an issue."
'I have no regrets…they're the only friends I trust.'
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As said, Kuroro came up with a plan to raid two mansions in a row. He aimed for Rofilet and Dolinku mansion, two of the wealthiest mafia in York Shin. The two failed to attend the auction when the Spiders attacked the place back then. There were seven of them: Shalnark, Machi, Nobunaga, Shizuku, Phinx, and Feitan. Since Kuroro didn't want to attract too much attention, and it wasn't a big show, only a few people were needed.
"Certain Famiglias will gather here for a small private meeting. They'll bring along the rare and valuable items with them to boast about. At twelve, they'll be out in the dining room, that's when we'll go in. Get whatever is of value; get rid of whoever see your faces. Keep in mind that the mafia believed we're dead, we don't want to get into trouble of them following us around." That's all for what Kuroro told his comrades.
"You're just robbing here. Can't you spare people's life?" The six former Spiders turned speechless at the offended boy who just interrupted. They all turned to look at their Danchou with raised eyebrows, wondering how the man would react. It was almost comical for Kuroro himself, therefore and amused grin pulled at his lips before he ignored the Kuruta and carried on.
When Kurapika didn't give up in protesting, Nobunaga directed his foul words to the boy. Kuroro stopped them by letting the Spiders split up and act according to the plan before they could start a ruckus.
Kurapika himself was to go with Kuroro and Shalnark. The three of them stole their way into the mansion. Kurapika managed to jump ahead and knocked off the guards on their duties before the other could lay their killing hands on them. They gave the boy a puzzled look at first, but then they understood the boy's intention.
"Kurapika, we're not going to kill anyone if they don't see us." Shalnark attempted to reassure him as he laid his hand on the boy's shoulder. Kurapika instantly jerked away and shot him a warning glare. Shalnark gave an uneasy look at his Danchou to which he only responded with a shrug and gesturing them to move on.
Then they made it to the hall, deciding to stay put in the open attic in unseen area and waited. Kurapika kept a distance from the other two as he situated himself in the shadow. Upon hearing freaky laughter of the Mafias who bragged and flaunted over their treasures, Shalnark made a face and started talking under his breath.
"They haven't changed, Danchou. That's why I don't like them. It's best that we separate ourselves from them." Shalnark sighed, somewhat recalling some of his worst memories.
His comment had caught Kurapika's attention. 'So, they really have some secret relation with the Mafia as doubted, no wonder they know so much of their private activities.' He couldn't help his curiosity, "Aren't you the same as them?"
Shalnark and Kuroro tilted their heads to the boy. Kuroro only smiled as a response and turned his attention back to the crowd, leaving Shalnark to it. "No, we're not the same, we-" Before he could say anything, Kuroro raised a hand to stop his comrade and gestured him to watch the hall below. The mafia group was moving out.
Kurapika's eyes lingered over the two Spiders, who now ignored the previous matter and focused on their plan.
'What's not the same…?'
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He didn't know how long he could manage not to die from high blood pressure. The raid was easy, to say the least. But when they met up with the other party, he saw why Kuroro split the group the way it was. At their rendezvous, all Kurapika could feel was the smell of blood, particularly from the three man named Phinx, Feitan, and Nobunaga.
Despite the situation, Kurapika couldn't stop himself from burning with anger. Nobunaga, seeing the boy's eyes and the way he fisted, challenged a goad. Kuroro sighed as he dragged the Kuruta away and informed the others to go on ahead, while he would have to deal with the enraging Kuruta.
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"You people are staining the world." Kurapika spoke coldly.
The two of them were on their way back to their hideout, after they were done with raiding the second mansion. The second time, Kuroro had allowed each party to do their own work and go their own way back to the hideout.
"Someday, they'll come after you again." The boy added.
"Like you did?" The man responded dryly. "They won't, they had cancelled the plan of following people who originated from Ryuuseigai already." For a moment of silence, he turned a sideway glance to the boy who kept a well distance from him. "So you still hold the thought of avenging your people?"
The boy didn't turn, his eyes focused on ahead. "It was stupid of you to ask, it's my life-time goal."
Kuroro let out a soft chuckle. "Let me tell you one thing. Revenge…is a bad way out for you, Kuruta. I bet many had already told you that." And from the expression on the young face, Kuroro knew he was right. "You killed Uvogin in retaliation, then Nobunaga wants revenge on you. It goes on endlessly."
"My goal is to wipe all the thirteen of you out of existence." Kurapika's eyes, however this time were as cold as ice instead of burning with rage. It was something new to the man.
"Really? I doubt you could do that." Kuroro mocked; nonetheless he witnessed the unwavering resolve in the boy's eyes.
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He was furious, he was enraged relentlessly. He felt like tearing the man in front of him now into pieces right then and there.
Before they made it back to the hideout, the man suddenly came up with something; he assigned Kurapika another stealing at the auction market located a few blocks away from the Sun Beach Building. This time he specifically addressed a certain commodity that the boy should snatch for him, giving the reason that the boy hadn't touched anything from the mansion.
"The hell I will." The boy stood his ground.
"Do I have to threaten you every time I gave you order? That the Spiders will go after your friends."
"Bastard."
"Just do it. With such ability, it should be easy for you." Kuroro summoned a skill book. "We're going in." With that, he flipped to a certain page.
Red eyes blinked several times as they adjusted to a sudden darkness and took in the different surrounding. They were in some kind of vault. Beside him, Kuroro closed his skill book with a soft thud, leaning against the wall. The boy eyed him 'He must have use some kind of transportation ability, with that book?'
"Skill book, I can steal Nen ability and lock it inside this book, to use it at my own will." Kurapika eyed him discreetly, wondering why he had to tell about his ability. "Do your work." The Spider head ordered as he crossed his arms on his chest, standing there. "Some blocks on the floor contain the security alert system that goes off once contacted with something, you know what to do."
The boy exhaled a depressing sigh and scanned around the area, seeing the auction goods all around the dim light. Some were gathered in the corner, some on the table. More were in the square-shaped thick glass on small stands. He was in the security room. With his dowsing chain, he started looking for the blocks he could step on.
Without much effort, Kurapika easily found what he must be looking for. He reluctantly reached for it. When he was about to make his leave, his eyes stumbled upon something.
Kuroro, noticing the boy's odd reaction, asked. "What's wrong?"
It was something Kurapika recognized instantly and he felt his insides turned. Among all the goods in the room, there was one smallest thing that stood out to him. He dropped the commodity he was assigned to get and instead staggered purposefully through the way.
"Hey." Kuroro's voice was only the background voice in his mind now.
Kurapika keeled over and now seeing things more clearly at closer distance. It was an earring, pretty much the same one as he was having on his left ear. His face turned pale as his red eyes went wide. Nausea rose up his head and he could hardly breathe.
In his vision, he saw nothing except the earring. He heard not even the sound of the security alert going off the few seconds earlier.
Kuroro could only sign, his expression bland. "You messed up." He got no response, so he swiftly went to grab the boy's shoulder. "Get up. We're out of here."
Unexpectedly, his hand was slapped away. When the head tilted back and turned looking upward at him. What could be most clearly seen in the dark were the crimson red eyes that glowed. This was so not the time. Kuroro couldn't afford to lose more seconds; he hauled Kurapika to his feet by the shoulder and opened his skill book.
Despite being overwhelmed by dizziness, Kurapika's mind somehow was still functioning and it registered him when his eyes settled on Kuroro's skill book.
If he was to leave this place, then he would lose sight of it.
He struggled vehemently and smacked the book in the man's grip before he could take action on teleporting. Kuroro spared him a hiss, he almost loose the grip on the boy as he crouched down to get a book. He fastened his hands over the boy's waist.
Still, Kurapika was struggling. Kuroro recognized that the boy was reaching for something desperately as his voice came out in protesting yelp. From the corner of his eyes, Kuroro caught the sight of the object of the boy's attention…an earring. Recognizing the object, he snatched it in one swift motion and pitched it in the boy's reaching hand, then concentrated on his skill book again.
Then they made it out.
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Kuroro managed to drag Kurapika far from the incident. With the struggling burden on his shoulder, he stopped at one of the rooftop they were trudging on. After making sure they were alone and unseen, he put him down. The boy sagged to the ground of the rooftop, his vacant stare rested upon the earring in his palm.
"Does that belong to your tribe?" The question actually needed no answer, as it was clearly seen that the earring was exactly the same as the boy's. "What a coincidence."
"Is…this…" Kurapika started under this breath. "What you've taken too…beside the eyes."
"No. Genei Ryodan took nothing beside the eyes." Kuroro only watched on, seeing the boy forced down his composure. It was hard to tell if the boy had gotten any angrier when his eyes remained the bloody red all the times, ever since when he was forced to join the Ryodan. However, his eyes now were obviously more empty and desolated rather than filling with rage.
"It's only an earring. Why lose your mind over such a petty thing?" Kuroro asked out of simple curiosity, he didn't care much that it would draw the hell out of it.
"Maybe I should take everything from you, kill everyone from you and see if you know how it feels to see the petty little object to remind you of what you're once familiar to and have always relied on!"
"I won't feel much anyway. I have nothing to lose." Kuroro shrugged. Somewhat he felt the urged to push on the subject. The talking Kuruta was better than the silent one, he could gain some information by this. Hell be hell.
"Didn't you feel slightest bile towards me for killing two of your comrades?" The boy asked with a deep frown.
"Nothing. On top of that, neither did I feel any bitterness towards you for binding me with the cursed-Nen. The feeling that was there was just a slight annoyance. I hardly understand why I should feel anything. You're taking things too hard on yourself."
Kurapika was unnerved. He could say the same. He didn't understand the man in front of him. Why was he so incapable of feeling? Was his entire being made of rocks?
"I…loathe…you…" The boy rasped out as he staggered to his feet, which was almost at the end of the rooftop. "I swear…I won't rest until I kill you…" Kurapika's breathe became heavier at each word he made. "Grant my word for it; I'll hunt down your entire Ryodan…even if it leads to my death." Sweat came running down his cheeks, his face flushed with anger.
Kuroro thought about what his comrades had told him about the memory they gained from Pakunoda. It was the recollection of a guy named Zukuwara, one of Kurapika's co-workers. His memory revealed that after Kurapika finished Uvo off, he came back staggering in a state of exhaustion. A day later, his face gaunted and he became like a zombie. When he talked to the woman, Senritsu, she also stated that he wasn't just physically worn off. The Spider head mused. 'I bet he might as well fell bedridden after Paku's death.'
Overwhelmed with so much feeling, the nausea crept up on him again. His eyelids twitched. Grasping for breathe, he clutched over his chest. His knees was giving away and his vision started to blur. Kurapika's world was spinning. But he couldn't just let it go. He was in front of the Spider; he couldn't just fall flat here. He tried to stop himself from giving into darkness by biting against his lips. It bled.
"Stop it. You'll be killing yourself eventually." The man's voice took on a more demanding tone. "Come here before you throw yourself off of the roof."
Kurapika didn't know what the other was talking about anymore. For his vision finally blackened, he felt himself plunging backward as his feet loose firm ground to stand on.
The last thing he felt was a strong hand on his arm and the other behind his waist, stopping him from falling further. The nausea must have been that bad to dismantle his senses, for he heard the man's voice calling his name with…concern.
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Kurapika's prayer…yep, it was there in anime ver. 1999