NOTE: Okay fellas, you ought to read this first.

This KuraKuro fic of mine is a yaoi, a Yaoi, A YAOI. A MILD one. Oh come on, let's face it! Every KuraKuro fans want to see them doing something other than glaring at each other!

And I came to know that most of my viewers were Filipinos like me. But I'm getting only few reviews from you people. To my fellow Filipino here, tagalugin nyo na 'ko. Nakakalugaw na mag-English, tapos kailangan mong mag-isip ng paraan para pumayag si Kurapika na magpahawak kay Kuroro... Seriously, it's like frying your own brain. Everyone says the even the world would split into a half, Kurapika would never, ever let Kuroro lay a single finger on his skin. But what Kusari wants, Kusari gets! Aarte pa ba?

Again. THIS IS A REALLY MILD YAOI. I kinda noticed that not everyone liked KuraKuro yaoi that much. So I decided not to make this that hardcore. I seriously thought about it... I still value my remaining dignity as a fine... rotten girl. By the way, Nothing happened between them just yet in this chapter. It's a bit absurd to think that I made a love scene on my 4th chapter. And if you don't want to read, it's okay. It won't affect the plot. You can skip and wait for the next chapter.

ANOTHER POINT. About the Kurutan Oath. I will explain here about it than inserting the explanation on the story. I'm lazy. This is better.

Alright. The Kurutan sacred oath ceremony is simple. I don't really want to make too much of details. Yet, it's a powerful one. All they have to do is to stand inside the Rune Circle (imagine it like a Transmutation Circle, as simple as that) then they have to wound their own hands and let some blood out. Then they will pray and exchange vows. And they will entwine their hands to 'unite' their blood, so that 'their soul could became one.' And they will kiss as the finale. One of the oath takers must be a Kuruta. He/she must activate his/her scarlet eyes during the processes. Simple as that. Oh yeah, the Oath is not really for the lovers only, it's all-purpose. Of what other purpose except for wedding this oath could be use... Seriously I'm doubting with my own work. I'm sorry for working half-assed .. And the kiss is not really necessarily to be on the lips. It's just that Kuroro just made a confession so it's automatic. And I love the idea~!

Okay, enough of the chit-chat. Off you go~!

Chapter 4: An Oath.

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"To my beloved brethren, I ask thou blessings."

"To the sacred Gods from above, I ask thou strength."

"To my dear brothers and sisters, I ask thou forgiveness."

"To the holy soul of the ancients, I ask though trust."

Kurapika and Kuroro were standing in the middle of the Rune circle, making prayers and exchanging vows as a part of the Kurutan sacred oath ceremony.

"We ask you to guide our ways.
We ask you to give us strength.
We ask you to make us loyal.
We pray unto you to give us blessings.
As we share our blood, we share our soul."

"I promise to protect you with my own life."

"I promise to protect you with my whole strength."

"I promise to fulfill my duties with my whole heart."

"I promise to give you all I've got in return."

"We should keep our words from your wisdom.
We should do what we promised to do.
We humbly pray and ask for your guidance..."

The oath takers slowly opened their eyes and raised their hands. Their palms were bloody, and they entwined their fingers. Kurapika's eyes were on their brightest scarlet color, lifting his nen to its maximum power. They were both on Ren mode, their nen blended naturally when they held hands. Meanwhile, a strong aura was coming from the Rune circle. Boring their eyes to each other, Kurapika took a fast but deep breath, then paced a small step towards Kuroro. The man did the same. With their eyes half-opened, they reached for each other's lips. Having no choice but to grant his 'lover's' request, the Kuruta didn't closed his mouth tightly. The Spider head seriously did what he said. They shared a passionate kiss, with their fingers still holding each other. They could feel each other's presence. They could feel each other's strength. Their soul became one. Kurapika felt a warm sensation while kissing Kuroro. This man's gentle and soft lips was unbelievable. His tongue penetrating his mouth, the way how he slowly sucked the cold kid's remaining strength and will to think. The warmth aimed his lungs, his mind and his very heart.

Kurapika couldn't breath. With his eyes still half-opened, he could see Kuroro's face. His eyes were closed. His lips kept on moving. He needed to breath. He wanted to stop. He didn't intended to reply on Kuroro's gentle and slight sucking motions. But he couldn't do it. 'Why can't I stop! Why do I...ask for more?'

More seconds passed. Kurapika could feel the aura from the Rune circle slowly fading away. He could feel Kuroro's aura as well. Just like the Rune circle's aura, the man seemed to lessen his use of his own life force, lowering his guard down. From the corner of the Kuruta's eyes, he could see the Runes as they dissolve in the air, which means that the ceremony had completely fulfilled. they could stop kissing now. But Kuroro wouldn't let go. He couldn't get enough. But they have to breath. Kuroro slowly let go of Kurapika's lips, very slowly, as though he was saying 'I'll regret if I miss this thing.' Relieved, Kurapika took short but deep breaths, and so did Kuroro. They let go of each other's hand and looked at them, bewildered.

"The blood, it's gone," Kuroro said in amazement.

"As well as the wounds," Kurapika added.

"The oath is really powerful."

"Of course."

"And you're an awesome kisser."

Kurapika was taken aback again for the nth time. But he concealed his reaction upon the man's compliment.

"You- you've got a really soft lips as well." 'Don't make the matter worst, idiot!' Kurapika scolded himself. "The kiss was a bit aggressive but sweet and gentle at the same time. That must be the reason why our blood united effectively, making the blood clothing faster and made our wounds heal immediately. Maybe we share the same loyalty to each other. I can't see any scar, looks like our nen did some trick just like what you've thought."

"I see," Kuroro said. Kurapika wondered if the jerk really listened to his explanation. His face looked the same. He was wearing an expression that looked like a critic that's examining the after taste of a food he just eaten. Kurapika blushed at that.

"Well then. Now that the ceremony is over," he put a stress on the word. "I think we should get some rest. I should go back to my room and have some sleep. You said that we have to act normal again by tomorrow. I've got loads of things to do. Please excuse me, I have to go."

Without making any glance, Kurapika made his way to the door. For the third time, he aimed for that cursed knob. But for the third stupid time, a hand groped his wrist and pulled him back.

"What the-"

Kuroro's hands were fast. Next thing Kurapika knew, the man was holding both of his wrists and he was already pinned on the door. They were sharing another small distance from each other. The Kuruta could feel his captor's warm breath. If the man's eyes were drills, Kurapika was sure that his eye, which were still scarlet, already had a bored hole on it. That unbeatable stare took the blond's breath away.

'Oh no, this can't be happening-'

"Kurapika."

The baritone voice whispered his name again. It had a peculiar tone on it. Kurapika knew what was coming to his way. He could feel his knees shaking a bit. 'He's my...master now. He literally owns me. I can't say no in anything he wants me to do...'

"Y-Yes?"

"You're an awesome kisser." Kuroro's voice was still carrying the peculiar tone, and it's bringing the Kuruta's heart beat race worst than ever. His stomach was churning horribly. His lungs was constricted and he couldn't breath properly. He could feel the heat coming out from no where.

"Yeah, you already said that. Thank you."

"I want more."

"H-Huh!?"

Kuroro slowly moved his face near Kurapika's. The blond didn't know what to do so he just closed his eyes so tight. He felt Kuroro's lips brushed on his after a fraction of second.

"Relax, will you?"

"What the heck do you mean! You're harassing me! How am I suppose to relax!?"

"Harassing? That's harsh," the peculiar tone was ringing on the harassed' ears. The heat finally reached its place.

"I told you, it's alright. You don't have to do anything yet. Calm down. Let me handle everything. Okay?"

'This is sick!' The Kuruta thought. He knew he couldn't escape this one. His heart was beating like mad. His hands were shaking. His eyes were still scarlet and his face was really flushed.

Kuroro made his way to Kurapika's left ear without any warning and nibbled its tip gently. Knowing that there's nothing he could do, Kurapika just closed his eyes again.

"You're cute when blushing."

"H-Huh?"

"No. You really are cute."

The man let go of Kurapika's left hand, touched his chin and pushed it down gently, opening his mouth to see his small tongue.

"I'll be gentle. I promise."

Kurapika looked like he was about to cry again. He was chasing his breath and trying to gain his voice that was lost for a while. His parted lips trembled a little. 'This is really sick!' But there's no way around. No any moves to escape to make. There was nothing to do anymore... but to comply.

"...Yes." Kurapika mumbled with his lowest voice. "Please."

Finally having the kid's approval, Kuroro made a small and nasty yet sweet smile of triumph. Then he resumed to his business.

It was a bit awkward at first. No, it's definitely awkward from the very start. Kuroro was obviously taking everything so easy. Then the kiss eventually went deeper and breath taking. The 'gentleman' was really careful not to bite the kid's lips despite the fact that he's craving for them. Meanwhile, Kurapika could feel the man's tongue taking over on his mouth. His lips were undeniably soft, as though no one had ever tasted it before. The blond could feel great disgust with himself... and a guilty pleasure as well. Kuroro's passionate moves brought Kurapika's mind in a dilemma, the kid felt out of place and lost. His heart was pounding so hard he could hardly breath. He's drowning on his mortal enemy's kiss. 'I can do nothing at all.'

At last, Kurapika gave in. Since the choice of 'giving up' was scratched already. He let his hands fall to his sides as Kuroro let them go. Taking advantage for the chance, the man reached for the blond's shirt, he pushed it upward and caressed it on his tummy then slowly made his way to the chest. The man's other hand was running down on the kid's arm and grabbed his shirt's sleeve. Then he pulled it down to uncover that flawless shoulder. He let go of Kurapika's lips for a while then kissed the latter's cheek and mischievously ran his lips to his neck.

"It t-tickles," Kurapika shyly breathed.

"I got it," Kuroro whispered in response.

From the shoulder, to the arms, way to his back and down to his buttocks, Kurapika felt the man's hand while slowly removing his pants. It fell on his feet. Seriously, this man was surely having the time of his life. Kuroro's hand was already flawlessly touching the kid's thigh, played his time there for a while then reached for his back, aiming for the boy's sensitivity. Kurapika didn't mind to feel Kuroro's lips on his neck as the man's every touch drove his mind into paralysis. He couldn't understand what's going on. He couldn't even remember how he ended up on this scenario! He couldn't think at all, and all he knew was maybe he made the biggest mistake of his like. He couldn't bring his arms to push Kuroro away from him. He's feeling terribly weak. 'Why do I feel this way?' Kurapika wondered.

Kuroro had his hands again on the blond's shirt. He removed it slowly. Without taking his eyes off from the half-opened, vulnerable-looking scarlet eyes of a cute brat, he took a little step back and had his hands on his own shirt. He took his damned clothes off so fast and threw it to no where. Leaving only a small, dark-blue boxers, he wrapped his arms around Kurapika's slend body(noting that it was only half of Kuroro's, for he was much bigger and more masculine. The man then thought that Kurapika was too slend and weak-looking for a superb nen-user, and to think that he's a boy. Well, he's really too stressed for his age) and reached for the blond's lips again. Another deep kiss was shared by them. Kurapika was surprised with himself for not feeling any coldness anymore, to think that he was naked and he was leaning his back on the cold door. But he felt his contact with the door worn out due to fact that Kuroro was slowly bringing him on the bed. The latter gently pushed him down on the warm mattress, but still his eyes looked like he couldn't get enough from those mesmerizing red-tinted eyes. The man finally had his hands on the thing he's been dying to touch with an ill intention before- he topped over to the lying figure of the person who restrained him to use his own power and made him go for so many troubles. And he was naked. How ironic.

Bringing the scene to its climax, Kuroro brushed his lips to Kurapika's, then he did it again, teasing the moment. Both of Kuroro's arms were supporting his weight. When all of a sudden, Kurapika's own hands moved. Kuroro thought that the kid might punch him, seizing the chance to escape while he had his guard off. But to his great surprise, he found Kurapika's left arm wrapped around his waist, while his right was slowly reaching for his left shoulder. The kid lifted himself a bit, seeing that the man was having a hard time holding his weight. Kuroro felt so happy with the kid's action he just tucked his lips back to Kurapika's roughly, quite forgetting his promise to be gentle. It was really an aggressive kiss, yet it was the deepest and hardest so far, now that Kurapika was cooperating. And speaking of, the boy's right hand was currently lingering on the man's hair and played on it for a while, noting that the raven hair was softer than it looked. Then he ran his hand on Kuroro's neck, reached for its back and tucked it slightly, urging Kuroro to do more.

Granting the unspoken request, Kuroro started to lick the Kuruta's neck again. Kurapika could feel his lips running down on his chest. He closed his eyes and held his breath as Kuroro started to suck. The blond made sure that no sound would escape his mouth, either pain or pleasure, because he was sure that it would arouse Kuroro even more. That was the worst thing that might happen.

From his chest, to his tummy, down to his bottom. Kurapika knew what Kuroro was about to do next. And he couldn't picture it, knowing that he wouldn't endure it. Being naked in front of the Spider head was humiliating enough, and it was too much for a 'start.' And Kuroro was his... 'master'... and he must not do everything for him just to bring pleasure.

"Cross- I mean, Kuroro. Wait a minute."

"What? Is there any problem?" the man shifted his eyes to the Kuruta. His usual baritone, cold voice had its impatient tone on it.

"Don't do that"

"What's that?"

"That thing you are about to do."

Kuroro made a questioning and... disappointed look.

"Why not? Don't you like it?"

"No, it's not like that," the boy was surprised with his own words.

"Then what's your problem?"

The Kuruta looked away.

"I don't know. I just don't want you to do that. I think it's... too much."

"Oh, I see. You don't want to be pleasured by me. Too proud, kid. You're annoying, but cute. That's exciting."

"W-What!?"

"You're shy?"

"OF COURSE I AM!"

Kuroro chuckled. "Come on, we already reached this point. What's the point of turning back? You just aroused me, and that's your fault."

Kurapika's heart beat skipped a beat. Yes, it was his fault. But nonetheless, he made sure that Kuroro wouldn't notice that he saw the point. This was his only chance to escape.

"I'm serious."

"If you really don't want me to do it then give me a decent reason."

"Well..." Kurapika shifted himself into a sitting position, and it drawn a really disappointed look on Kuroro's face. "Since we made the oath ceremony and you are my... er... 'master,'" he said the last word with a heavy stress, "now, I don't think that it's appropriate for you to... hmm... 'pleasure' me by doing such thing. My point is... I should be the one who..who must do...all of those to you to serve you and... make you happy," color grew more on the Kuruta's face. Kurapika looked so ashamed with himself.

As expected, Kuroro made an audible chuckle.

"Kurapika, you're making me madly in love with you. I never thought that you really like me that much. Stop arousing me or else you won't be able to stand on your own tomorrow."

"Stop saying nonsense! You're creepy..."

Kuroro swallowed his remaining chuckle but a smile was plastered on his face. This sudden and unbelievable changes on the kid's expressions that he hadn't seen before was making him feel a bit honored

"Look, I know you can't do those things to me. And even if I can do it, I will never ask you to do something that may crack your dignity open. A small damage is enough. And besides, I'm happy and pleasured doing all of this. And please, will you stop thinking about that 'master' thingy? I'm not your lord, you're not a slave. I'm your boss and you're my subordinate. I told you, I want us to be back to normal. You may tell me if you don't want to do anything that I ask you to do. As long as you can justify yourself. So stop the paranoia, will you?"

"But it's not like that on the oath," Kurapika insisted. He was really serious about the matter. He didn't want Kuroro to go that far. It was embarrassing.

Meanwhile, Kuroro heaved a sigh, disappointment was drawn all over his face. He was about to retort more when he saw the Kuruta's eyebrows twitch a little, and he clutched his head with his left hand.

"Hey."

Kurapika suddenly felt dizzy. His head was throbbing, and his vision suddenly went blurred.

"I'm fine. It's just my eyes. This is normal."

The man then retreated to the side of the bed to give the kid some space. He reached for a blanket near the head board and covered it on the nauseous boy, who had his eyes closed tightly, concentrating. He looked at the boy, who slumped his back on the mattress and fixed the blanket that Kuroro gave him to cover his whole body. He was heaving deep breaths, and he slowly opened his now gray, watery eyes. Kuroro then sighed in relief.

"What's with the sigh?" Kurapika asked when he looked sideways to see Kuroro, who was smiling.

"Nothing. I just thought you were about to black out."

"Actually, I'm about to. The last time I used my eyes too much, I collapsed."

"Let me guess. It was when the hostage ordeal took place."

A silence again.

After a fraction of seconds, Kuroro stood up and looked down at the blond who cocooned himself under the blanket. Then he sweetly smiled.

"Okay. I won't insist anymore if you really don't want it. You're looked grumpy tonight anyway. You have to rest. And besides," Kuroro's sweet smile turned into a naughty one." There's a lot of night this year," he leaned and brought his face near the boy's, leaving an inch as distance. "I might be lucky next time. And when that time comes, I promise I will make you scream. So brace yourself."

A tint of red crept on Kurapika's cheeks and eyes again while holding his breath. Obviously, he was taken aback.

"Shut up! Pervert!

Kuroro laughed heartily. He couldn't help it, he was not even sure if Kurapika was embarrassed or scared.

After laughing at the boy, he firmly stood up and said, "Now,now. Don't be scared. Stay still there, I'll get you some new clothes. It's really should get -"

Kurapika then made a small but audible sneeze.

"That's what I'm talking about."

"I'm so -" he sneezed again, louder this time. "Sorry, I didn't changed my pants earlier when you left me," he finished the sentence.

"You just walked in the rain in the middle of the night for three straight hours. What do you expect, idiot?"

Kurapika was surprised to hear that from the Spider head. So he was following him for that long? But that idea was no longer impossible.

"Have you got cold as well?"

"No. I don't think so."

"Okay," of course, what did he expected?

Kuroro then made his way to the bathroom. After a minute, he emerged from the bathroom's door, wearing a robe while dangling a bundle on his arm.

"Lie down and close you eyes right away once you wore these clothes. That's an order. Have some rest. I'll get you some medicine and tea, if you like. I'll be back soon." Kuroro chiefly ordered.

"Fine," Kurapika simply answered while getting up from the bed and taking the clothes from Kuroro. "Er- thanks," he added.

The man gently patted the blond's head, crouched a bit then planted a swift kiss on the boy's forehead.

"Good night."

Kurapika felt the heat aiming for his face for the nth time. He tried to greet back, but no sound came from his throat.

He was still looking down when he heard the door opened, then closed. Thinking that he was about to have his worst nightmare tonight, he stood up and wore the shirt and pants that Kuroro gave. Taking the man's order, he slumped back on the bed, his head on the pillow under the head board this time. He covered himself with the white sheet. That was it. He would have a nightmare tonight. And he was scared of it. He was scared to wake up again in the middle of the night, alone, with his mind full of nothing but sad memories and doubts that had been haunting him for five years. He was certain of it, especially now that he amde a deal with that demon.

'Have some rest, I'll be back soon.'

He remembered that he was inside of Kuroro's room. Then maybe he wouldn't be alone at all. Someone might be awake and ask what happened when he jerk awake in the middle of the night. Someone might listen when he explained his nightmare's content. Someone might comfort him when he felt scared. Someone might order him to try and sleep again. Someone might understand how it feels to be alone... Then Kurapika scolded himself for thinking of such things. When did he became so dependent like that?

The soft pillow and the comfy mattress was providing him so much warmth. This day was so exhausting. This warmth was hard to resist. And... he could still feel Kuroro's warmth. His tender kiss and light touches. His mind was full of shame, thinking and feeling all of those. But at the back of his mind, he could feel the cold in his heart was a bit relieved. He couldn't help but to feel at home at last.

Thinking of asking Kuroro to order the Ryodan not to lay a linger on his friends, his eyes drooped at their own accord. Drifting to sleep, he hoped that he didn't made a wrong decision tonight, that letting Kuroro Lucifer to enter his life and heart was not that as bad as he imagined it would be.

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P.S. I'm really sorrrrrrrrrrrry guys! haha~! I hope against hope that you like this chapter! Don't forget to review, okay! REVIEW FELLAS, REVIEW!