The Spider in Savior's clothing-Kuroro Lucifer

Volume one: Adjusting

Chapter 3: Farewell, Harry Potter

God? Kuroro or should I say Harry scoffed at the priest. He sat in the front rows of the church, the Bible opened flat on his laps as he listened to the sermon. He was dressed in a black suit perfectly tailored to fit his small slender body. It had been a gracious gift from the fellowship of this church. He shuffled around in his seat; he could hear the hushed conversations being carried out the subject? –Him. He adjusted his expression again, his eyes now glistening with penance and adoration as the priest continued with the sermon, sparing him a little nod of approval and a kind smile. Almost instinctively Kuroro's expression changed to one of happiness as he beamed back at the priest. I want to puke he thought but his face showed no sign of his disgust. Don't worry ,he comforted himself, this pastor will be the first to die, and allowed his attention to drift.

"Congratulations Mr. Dursley" a man whispered to Vernon as he hinted towards Kuroro with his eyes "you have worked wonders on that boy."

"Well, I do try my best" Mr. Dursley replied smugly, he turned and whispered in the man's ear "and let me tell you this, it definitely wasn't easy. Isn't exactly the best behaved child if you know what I'm talking about." He continued on.

"Yes, it was certainly hard, but you know, with the help of our boy, we can do almost everything." Petunia joined in the conversation, giving Dudley at tight hug with one arm as she mentioned him and added, "Isn't he a darling? He is a little angel don't you think?"

"Umm, indeed…" the man looked towards the Dursleys, speechless as he just witness what their 'little angel' had been doing.

Dudley's features certainly fit the description of an angel. He had a head of blond hair and light blue eyes, although a bit on the chubby side. But Mrs. Dursley had always insisted that it was baby fat. There is no way in the world that her cute Dudleykins would be fat. And his personality was… well one can only say that he doesn't really contain the virtues that our father in heaven encourages. He is selfish, spoiled and if you ask any child unfortunate enough to know him—a big fat bully. Of course, Mr and Mrs Dursleys had always insisted that such comments were made out of pure jealously and any such behaviour that they witness would be the result of a bad influence namely Kuroro Potter. But looking at the two now, the man couldn't disagree more. The supposed 'bad influence' sat straight staring intently at the priest, taking in every word. The man smiled and nodded his approval discreetly and turned his attention towards the Dursley's little angel who sat heavily upon the benches. His face filled with disgust as his hands found him something to do. He picked up the holy bible and began building airplanes out of the pages. Good Lord the man thought as he reached out and stopped the boy.

"What do you want?!" The boy turned around rudely. His annoyed voice resounded within the church. The priest stopped abruptly as the rest of the church quickly found out where the noise had come from.

"Ha-ha-ha!" Mr. Dursley laughed dryly as he stood up and rushed his family out with Kuroro trailing behind, casting a longing glance at the church before running to catch up with the rest of the family.

The church burst out into whispers as the Dursleys hurried out. The man stood up, ordered silence as he told of the incidence. The story of the rude little boy and the way Mr. and Mrs. Dursly treated Kuroro shocked the church as numerous ladies gasped out of shock.

The church was once again filled with whispers as people leaned to their neighbours and exchanged opinions. The priest stood on the stage, his brows knotted in concentration as he pondered about the story the man has uttered and what he should go about to cease this up roar the tale has caused. Finally he clapped his hands together attempting to catch everyone's attention. The chattering slowly ceased as the priest cleared his throat. "Well, it seems that the Dursly's isn't exactly the perfect family. But they have certainly raised our Kuroro well. They have guided him onto god's glorious and holy path and that is the greatest accomplishment one can only dream of achieving. Though their child cannot be said to be the best, I propose that we forget about this little incidence and forgave his outburst. After all, we all had out little…imperfection… when we were a child. Remember, God is kind and forgiving." He ended his little proposal and seeing agreement in the eyes of the people he let out a little sight of relief and continued on with the sermon.

-OOO-

"What did you do now?!" Vernon's voice was dangerously low as he approached Kuroro. He bent down as he pointed his car keys threateningly as each word jumped slowly out of his mouth. Kuroro Stared back at him meekly. Behind him Petunia held her son, Dudley Dursly, as she bombarded him with questions. She stared at Kuroro suspiciously as she moved her scrawny body, trying to shield her baby from "that freak".

"GET IN the car" Vernon shouted at Kuroro. But as his anger and embarrassment subsided he began to realize that they were in broad daylight. He quickly ushered everyone into the van, casting a menacing glance at Kuroro before slamming the door and driving off.

How boring, Kuroro rolled his eyes as he settled down in the car. This is getting beyond boring he thought exasperated. Three more years of playing the kind, innocent boy? I'm going to go crazy! He shouted out in his mind as he took out a book from the small bag he had with him and started reading. Haa~~the magical world … I can't wait he thought as he flipped through a book on the dark arts.

Petunia frowned as she looked back at Kuroro, engrossed in a History textbook, but quickly turned her attention to her beloved child. A tender smile appeared on her face, replacing the frown, as she snorted. My Dudley id definitely the smartest, he just doesn't like to study that's all, she thought, unlike that little freak over there humph! And turned around, assured once again that her Dudley is still the best.

-OOO-

"To your room, NOW!" Vernon shouted straight at Kuroro as he flung his arm out, pointing in the general direction of the stairs. "And you are GROUNDED for the next two weeks!"

"Yes, Uncle Vernon" Kuroro stood in front of the enraged man, his eyes downcast as he fixated them on the floor, the perfect image of a boy deep in remorse if it weren't the discreet rolling of the eyes. He walked up the stair slowly and entered the darkly lit room, locking the door magically with a wave of his hand and headed towards his bed. He sat down, deep in thought as he tried to figure out his next move. He has regained much of his powers although somewhat limited due to his young age. He reached out, grunted as he tore a bar off from the metal framing of his bed. He looked at his hands somewhat satisfied with his physical strength. He is doing so much better than he had done back in his previous life as Kuroro Lucifer. But that was only to be expected as he has much better access to food and water in this life. The Dursly's did order him around and sometimes beat him, but it was nothing compared to how it had been back in Meteor City. He placed the metal down and with a wandless and soundless reparo returned the bed to its original collapsing state. He shuffled around in the bed, the bed creaking and groaning, threatening to fall apart any second and sighed. He jumped down from the bed and settled down the floor cross-legged as he murmured to himself deep in thought. "Now all I have to do is devise my Nen and then I can punish the Durslys…." His lips curled into a mischievous grin.

Kuroro had run into a wall while trying to create his Nen ability. He was undoubtedly specialization once again, well not exactly. To be precise Kuroro is a double category Nen user, a specialization and reinforcement user, a rare combination. This shell that he had taken over has brought him a special surprise. It had given him the ability of its previous owner, a potential reinforcement user. This greatly appended to his physical strength, but after a picture of Uvogin flashed through his mind he decided to put that power on the back burner and focus on specialization, he had no wish to look like Uvogin or any reinforcement users actually. The thought of Uvogin brought Kuroro's mind on to his Troup again and for the first time he questioned the existence of the Troupe. Why, why can't I forget about the Troup? Kuroro sighed as he leaned back as lied down on the floor, looking up at the dimly lit ceiling. Maybe it's time for me to face the past and really think about the Troup. "I can't go on like this forever…" Kuroro sighed as he dragged himself up.

Meteor City had never been a good place to live. In the place abandoned by the rest of the world it's hard to imagine why anyone would want to continue living. The pest infested garbage mountains, the tainted, sometimes poisonous water were the only things that Kuroro would have known. The skies a constant grey, gloomy just like the world it overlooks, couldn't possibly give anyone a reason to want to live. I guess really, all I needed was a purpose. Without a purpose, a reason to drive the people of Meteor City to fight and kill for the scarce food, one would easily get lost and fall into despair. And perhaps someone I could trust. There, friends and families are forgotten concepts while 'trust'became a word never uttered. Maybe I also wanted to defy fate. Someone from Meteor City is bound to be rejected by the rest of the world and live without true friends. Unloved and unimportant they would never truly belong. Perhaps I might have wanted to belong. I have been using them all along for my own purpose.

Kuroro buried his face in his hands as he fell back. Lying on the floor, he could help but to suppress a bitter laughter. Is the existence of the Troup simply just a joke? No, it couldn't be. The Troup had given him a purpose to live. It had given him an explanation to the life and death battles in Meteor City but after their goal had been achieved, it was… useless. A tear rolled down his cheek as Kuroro faced his true feelings regarding the Troup. After leaving Meteor City and completing their original goal, no, it had been even before that, when they were sure that they could leave Meteor City without relying on the mafia they had lost all of their purpose. We were all lost… then one thing led to another, then the next thing they knew was that they had formed a Troup. The Troup had seemed like a good idea in the very beginning, it was their own little network, telling them that they were not alone. The first few meeting had been great. It spared them from boredom and gave them something exciting to do, but as time moved on and they each discovered their own way of dealing with the world. The activities became unnecessary and the Troup slowly drifted apart. Everyone including Ubogin noticed it. The Troup would have and should have died there but everyone was reluctant to let it happen. Why…We all had became attached to each other. The Troup felt like a big family that everyone could return to, however unlikely it seemed. Thus the Troup continued its existence but everyone could feel the times crumbling. In an attempt to bring them together again, the York Shin City event was decided. Ubogin died and so did Pakunoda. Their death was the event that bonded the Troup together but broke us apart as well. After their death, it was clear that the Troupe could no longer exist. Nothing will be the same even if their position could be replaced. The last event was avenging them. Or we were simply mourning the Troup…?

Kuroro sighed for the last time as he bolted up from the cold floor boards. "The past is the past. The Troup has seen its end and I have also seen mine. I had been granted a new life so perhaps I am destined to continue to wreak havoc in this world." His face pulled into a dark smirk as he continued sarcastically "perhaps it was destined by God!" and burst out laughing. With the weight of the past lifted off of his shoulders, Kuroro felt like his old self again, ruthless and evil. It's time again to conduct the beautiful melody of death! He exclaimed to himself as he came up with the perfect Nen ability. It's absolutely perfect; with this I'll even be able to use Zeno Zoldyck's Nen abilities. Well, as long as I have enough Nen that is. But before that, I have something much more important to do. With a careless wave of his hands Kuroro lifted the tracing spells (I think you guys know what I mean…I'm too lazy to look up the actual names) and monitoring spells on him and planted them on Dudley. Well that will cause some confusion for whoever put those spells on me he thought playfully as he jumped out of the window and headed towards the slums of the city.

-OOO-

"Hmm, strange, strange, very strange," Dumbledore murmured to himself over and over again, staring into the crystal ball in front of him. "Harry's body condition has changed to exceptionally well? How can this be?" Dumbledore exclaimed. Confused, he reached out to the platter in front of him and began stuffing sweets into his mouth hoping that it would help him come up with a reasonable explanation. He sat, with part of the Cockroach Cluster peering out of his mouth, and pondered for a while. "This would not do!" he exclaimed as he swallowed the last of the cluster, feeling the cockroach twitch even as it moves down his throat. "And I can't take the risk, should he be well-cared for, well then all my plans will fail!" He stood up and paced around his office trying to find a way to end this on a good note. "No, I can't leave the school at this time to check up on him and there would be no way that my magic will lie to me…" his voice drifted off as he stood at the window looking down at the Quidditch fields occupied by the Gryffindor team. "Perhaps there is another way, another person to mold into the 'savior' I have pictured, but….." Dumbledore settled back into his thoughts again. This time there will be no more surprises he promised himself I will make sure that everything is perfect! It's all for the greater good.

-OOO-

Too tall, a little short…and this one is missing an arm! Where am I going to find my body?! Kuroro thought to himself as he scanned the forgotten children left to fend for themselves in the slums. Perhaps their parents were still around but even then what good did they do? No one will notice a missing child, especially boys. Kuroro remained in the shadows, taking in the desolate atmosphere and the putrid smells, ahh how wonderful, feels just like home he thought, eyes twinkling with what seems like reminiscence but quickly returned his mind to the task on hand. I hope by now that my strange 'stalker' hasn't shown up yet he thought as he scanned those out on the streets, this time he even used Nen and finally found 'his body'. Kuroro leapt from the shadows, too fast for the unexercised eye, and darted towards where he had felt his soon to be carcass.

"Well, hello there," Kuroro smiled at the boy across form him. There were about the same stature and both had a pair of brilliant green eyes. He reached out, felt the boy's unruly black locks and a wide grin appeared on his face as he whispered the last words that the boy will every hear. "I had been looking for you everywhere." With that he struck the boy hard on the nape of his neck and the world went dark for the boy, forever.


Soo yeah I can't believe that I actually updated :D I have been feeling very very guilty knowing that I haven't updated in about a year? (i'm thinking) But, here it is! soo yeah enjoy, excuse the grammar mistakes cause i am terrible at that and i uploaded this as soon as i finished with out going over it :P (plz forgive me i'm very lazy)

Next Chapter: It's time for some blondes..? (too obvious right? :D)