11:28 PM

"Kurapika, my boy! I'm so glad to have you around! You've been such a great asset to this family." Light exclaimed while shaking the young man's hands in excellent spirits when the night ended. The latter remained indifferent at his response with his words on autopilot.

"It was nothing, sir."

Despite his lack of enthusiasm, Light grinned nonetheless and called for a bottle of wine. They should celebrate, he cried, for the success of this business agreement was nothing but joy. While the man babbled about the business trip that they would have by the next few days, Kurapika's mind was numb blank.

At the farther and more secluded areas of the mansion, the sound of water splashing into a surface, followed by silent gagging coughs, filled the small bathroom.


She used to love her hair - such deep natural burgundy hue, like a rose. It was the only part of her that she liked, for the rest of her body was a plain and uninteresting mess. It made her even paler, but she didn't care. It prided her of individuality; she didn't find anyone else having that kind of rich colour.

But now, she wished she was born bald instead.

She slipped down from the island counter and walked through the walls with slow, measured steps, which jarred her from the pressure that was curling inside her chest. She felt like as if she'd burst, like every passing step made her feel more delirious than before. By the time she finally reached her darkened room, she was damn near panting with an axe beating behind her skull. The walls were beige and pretty and so pristine without a single scratch.

A projectile of blood splattering again and again and again flashed at the corners of her eyes.

Her legs gave way and she trembled uncontrollably, her whole body weight falling down to the ground like a sack of potatoes with a thud. She could still remember the man's pleading eyes before she saw crimson spilling down his throat. She sat, curled her body and rocked back and forth continuously, whispering and grinning and sobbing with a lost stare, pull yourself together baby— it's just another body—pull yourself together sweetheart—they're in good hands now. Then she saw the woman, his wife, and his baby, just a child of three.

There was red everywhere. And like her hair, it was rich and deep.

But instead of roses and warmth, it smelled of death.


Au/N: i'm sorry for the delay and for the very short update. And no, i'm not ending this story, me dears XD school's just being a bitch. Finals are finally this week so i'll be on full rampage update by the week after next. Thank you for the reviews, guys! They really motivate me.

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