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Chapter 7

"Give me back the remote!"

"No!"

"I said, give it back!"

"No way! I want to watch this one!"

"Stop being a whiny prick and give. Me. The. Remote!"

"I'm not whining! And I'm definitely not a p-p-prick!"

"Oh, yeah? You've already watched this for a couple of hundred times already! Only pricks watch this kind of show! Heh heh."

"It's not my fault that I like it so much!"

"Loser!"

"Meanie!"

"Get back over here, you jerk!"

"Make me!"

"God damn it, shitface!"

"Don't call me weird names!"

"I'll call you whatever I want, you fucking dork!"

"And stop cursing!"

Kurapika tossed and turned sideways in between the sheets as he placed another pillow on top of his left side of his face, his large hand pressing and applying pressure onto it, trying his best to shut away all the noises from outside, or wherever it could be coming from. After another round consisting of name calling and cursing -which were getting undeniably louder by the second- Kurapika managed to figure out that the ruckus had probably came from the living room, because he could clearly hear the endless shouting as his bedroom door was barely adjacent to the said room.

Kurapika liked living alone. He liked the fact that he was the only one in charge of every single thing in his house. From the furniture and their arrangements, to the very details of the curtain patterns, he was the only one who could take control. It gave him an authoritative feeling, really, to be entrusted with such duty. Furthermore, he had his walls painted with a cream-ish white paint, and his crystal clear marble tiles gleamed even in the darkness, with not a single speck of dust in sight. Overall his house was neat and tidy, just like those kinds of houses that were up for sale in petite neighborhoods. Also, one of the main reasons why he loved living alone was the sense of tranquility it provided him. Plus, the peaceful aura was calm enough for him to sleep anytime, anywhere. Within the walls of his abode, of course.

It was supposed to be that way, each and every day. But it had to be today, of all days. Kurapika tried again to refrain even just a little bit of noise as best as he could. Who the hell would be making this much noise at –Kurapika glanced at the alarm clock on his night stand– 6.59 in the morning?!

Kurapika grunted quite loudly, as a signal for whoever that was making those noises to stop, but it was drowned by his own alarm, which he had set to ring him up at 7a.m. every morning. He curled himself into a ball, pressing both his ears this time.

"Ughhhh," the Kuruta groaned again, pulling the comforters over his head, as he tried once again to block all the noises; two people screaming their heads off, the constant ringing of the alarm clock, and more voices coming from the television. It was annoying indeed.

After what seemed like ages of him snuggling and tossing between his sheets, Kurapika finally took the initiative to get out from his bed. He muttered his farewells to his precious bed, patting the invitingly soft pillows for the last time, and slowly but steadily got up from his sleeping posture, slipping into his house slippers.

He let out a big yawn, his eyes watering slightly as Kurapika took lazy steps to the door. He didn't even bother to check up on the intruders because he was confident that he would be able to fight them off in one blow. But his confidence alone didn't stop the noise from increasing more and more every second.

The blonde turned the knob, and a swift click followed by a creak signaled that he had unlocked the door and pushed them open. His free hand reached up to one of his eye to wipe off the tears that were threatening to flow down his cheeks. "Who the–" Kurapika stopped halfway in his tracks, mildly shocked at what he saw.

Both Gon and Killua were on the sofa, Gon being on top of Killua, pinning the latter down easily with one quite puny arm while his other quite puny arm was struggling to try and get the remote control from Killua, who was squirming to wrestle Gon off with his right hand.

"–fuck...?"Kurapika was caught off guard as he trailed off from his speech and fell silent right after, his mouth hung slightly open. Gon and Killua seemed to stop right in the midst of their fighting too, heads turning towards the dumbfounded blonde. In fact, the atmosphere itself was suddenly quiet, and the only sound that could be heard was the eerie ticking sound of the clock on the wall of his living room.

To be honest, Kurapika had a hunch that the intruders would turn out to be his old Hunter friends. What he did not expect was that they would greet him in this... this kind of position. A pained look flashed upon the Kuruta's face, but it was gone as fast as it had appeared.

Gon, the forever dense being, failed to see the awkwardness of the situation and spoke up. "Ah, Kurapika!" Killua immediately sent Gon a deadly glare as a signal for the kid to shut the fuck up, but to no avail. "We were just– Hey!"

At one moment Gon was straddling Killua with his back bent over the silver-headed boy, and the next moment Killua had forcefully shoved Gon off of him, resulting in the raven-haired boy to tumble and crash on the floor, groaning in pain. "Killua! That hurts,"

"You deserved it,"

"Kurapika! Killua's being mean!"

Even though it was not directed at him, Killua scoffed and fired an insult at the 'whiny prick', as Killua called him. Thus, both of them started fighting all over again, spatting curses and insults between sentences. Well, Killua cursed, and Gon just scolded him for saying 'really really rude stuffs'.

The blonde Kuruta flicked his eyes back and forth from Killua to Gon, then back again to Killua. His whole body went numb; he didn't know what to feel, and right that moment, he didn't know what were feelings anymore. Kurapika blinked several times to get rid of the excess tears pooling in his eyes. 'Wait, what? Didn't I just wipe these off earlier?' Kurapika pondered quietly to himself, restraining himself from wiping them off again.

Killua caught the blonde staring intently at him, who realized that he had been found out looking at the kid a few seconds after. Said blonde's face heated up a bit just from thinking yesterday's turn of events and instantly turned away, his face turning redder and redder by each passing minute. He tried to think of an excuse to get himself out of there before he embarrass himself, but there was no way he could think with his mind filled with nothing but Killua, Killua and Killua.

"I'll, uh, g-go make breakfast, uh yeah, or s-something," Kurapika finally came up with an excuse, even though he struggled with his words, stuttering every now and then.

The dense being piped up again. "Kurapika, you're acting weird," he pointed out, tilting his head slightly at Kurapika's beet red face.

"I'm not!" Came the immediate reply. He really needed to get out of there, before the innocent kid started to notice something else out of the ordinary (*winKS WINKS*)

Killua tried not to blush at Kurapika's somewhat... cute actions and covered his mouth, emitting an obvious fake cough.

Gon stared at the blonde's back as he walked awkwardly away, his slippers shuffling against the marble tiles. As soon as the blonde was out of earshot, he leaned closer to Killua, who snorted disgustingly loud. "Ne, do you have any idea why Kurapika is acting like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like that just now. His face was all red. Just like his eyes when he gets angry," Gon explained, imitating the blonde's so-called angry face, trying to make Killua to crack up. But all he got was another intimidating glare.

"Oh,"

"So did you?"

"Did I what?"

"Did you have any idea what happened to Kurapika?"

"Well, n-no," Killua staggered, although he knew exactly why. But Gon wasn't convinced. He knew that there was something suspicious going on in his circle of friends, but he just couldn't put a finger in it.

"Liar,"

"Shut up,"

"Tell me,"

"I don't have anything to tell you,"

"Then why are you turning red like Kurapika?"

"...oh my fucking God, Gon,"

"I told you not to curse, Killua!" The raven-haired boy scolded, planting both of his hands on his hips.

"Whatever," Killua turned away, hiding his now red face.

"You're hiding something away from me,"

"Gon, please,"

"Whatever it is, just tell me! I promise I won't laugh,"

Killua snorted. This situation seemed all too familiar.

"Maybe some other time," He stood up from the red velvety couch, trying to dismiss the subject at hand.

"But, Killuaaaaa," Gon whined, tugging Killua's hand to try to pull him back down. "I don't like it, being the only one who doesn't know what's going on,"

Killua froze. He narrowed his eyes at Gon, peering at him closely. "What do you mean, the only one?"

The latter pouted, crossing his arms over his chest. "It seems like Leorio knew about it too, whatever this 'it' is. I will never know now because you guys are mean enough to not tell me,"

Killua decided to ignore that last sentence as he pondered to himself. 'How the hell did Leorio even... Unless-'

Suddenly it hit him. Killua gritted his teeth as veins began popping out from his temple. 'That perverted oji-san! He had everything planned out!'

"Killua?" Gon asked, confused at the silver-headed assassin's silence.

"...he's so going to get it,"

"Who's gonna get what?"

"That perverted fucking oji-san," Killua mumbled furiously under his breath. "I'm gonna fucking twist his motherfucking head until it snaps, until he wouldn't be able to tell which way is up anymore,"

Gon sweat-dropped. He knew all too well that once Killua gets into his 'angry mode' there's absolutely no way he could calm down, not unless if he himself was willing to chill it out. "K-Killua... Stop cursing already,"


Meanwhile, Leorio, who was in the library, felt a chill swept past him and he shivered. After a flipping a few pages, he sneezed. The sneeze was so loud, everyone around him looked up from their books and gave him uncomfortable glances. The librarian even specifically asked him to shut up.

Leorio apologized and went back to reading his book as he felt a chill running up his spine. 'Why do I get this uneasy feeling..."


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