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Warning: This fic contains a boy x boy relationship. If you don't read/ like it, please click on the 'back' button.
A/N: Aha~ When's the last day I updated this fic? I'm sorry for you guys who have patiently waiting for the continuation, I update so late! It's just that every month, I need to choose which between Desirable or Eternity, and most of the time, I chose Eternity.
Why is that? No specific reason.
I'm cancer and I have mood swings :3 ((What the hell am I saying.
Now then... Enjoy! ^^
A boy threaded through the crowd, skirting around people as his light footsteps made their way through a market. He kept his eyes on the paved asphalt, but still couldn't drown out the buzz in the air as happy families strolled around, several friends laughed at a joke, grown men toasting each other with drinks. Everywhere, people wore smiles, told jokes, shared laughter...
And the boy...
Where's his family and friends?
"I heard the Kuruta clan as massacred."
"Really? Those red-eyed monsters...?"
"And I heard that there's not even a single survivor."
"Ain't it good?"
The boy paused, jerking to a stop. His ears rang and fury pulsed in his veins as he turned around and focused his determined little eyes at the man who had insulted his clan. Glaring as hard as he could, he might as well have been invisible, as the huge, broad man didn't notice him at all. Giving up, the boy stalked around and continued on to York Shin, where he was met with a whole different scene. Mafia and yakuza strolled around, chatting with each other and looking serious. The boy was planning to quickly made his way past them when one of the many thickly-built man passed by the boy, and his words drifted in to the boy's hearing range.
"The Kuruta clan was annihilated by a troupe of famous criminals, aren't they?"
"Uwah... What are they called?"
"If I'm not mistaken... It's Genei Ryodan."
For the very first time, a thirteen-year-old boy has fallen into despair.
"I'll kill them all, every single one of them..."
"I'll..."
"Hey, brat. What are you mumbling about?"
The blonde slowly opened his eyes to consciousness. He woke up drowsily, his brain still murky. Feeling as if his head was stuffed with cotton, he tried to go back to slumber, hoping it will subside some of the slight headache he felt. The sound of heavy footsteps, along with his body being bobbed up and down slightly, prevented him from drifting back to sleep. Wriggling his arms, he frowned inside when he realized that someone was carrying him.
A guy with scars and sewn up wounds that savage his face, he wears a blue jumpsuit, covered in a white jacket with black strips at the edges, an appearance of a hulking, was carrying him.
"Finally you're conscious." said a man, wearing a classic Japanese style robe with a sword beside him, an appearance of a Samurai.
'That voice...Nobunaga-san..?' thought the half-awake blonde.
A sandy-haired man approaches Kurapika and tapped his shoulder. "Uwa, you're awake." he smiled, "Do you still remember who I am?" said the man as he zoomed in his face to the being-carried blonde.
"Shal...nark-san.." said Kurapika gently.
"Bingo! You got a good memory." said Shalnark, patting the head of Kurapika.
'I'm no longer a child...' he thought.
Kurapika rested his head back, gracious for comfort. Memories flashed before his eyes when he closed them, allowing himself to be brought along in the many flashbacks: taking baths together and splashing each other with water, holding eating contests together, sharing a room together and having so much fun together. His mind trailed further and he was reminded for the man who took care of him, none other than...
"You guys, stop bothering him. He's maybe still tired. Franklin, you can put hm down now." said a raven-haired man.
Franklin obeyed his orders and placed the blonde down. He rubbed his eyes as the sunlight reflected bright lights that his eyes can't stand. Slowly he opened them and saw a figure standing in front of him.
The man has a cross-shaped tattoo on his forehead, he's wearing a fur-collared leather trench coat.
'The leader of this troupe...'
Kuroro Lucifer.
"You've been living well, Kurapika. Once again, welcome back. Our base is near, please bear walking on your own." said Kuroro as he caress Kurapika's face.
'I'm no longer a child...!' the blonde narrowed his eyes.
After a few minutes of walking, they have finally reached their base. It gave no surprise to Kurapika as the building has the same criteria with that in the Silver Gate Town. It's ruined. Abandoned. Dusty. Dead.
They went in the building and settled back to their rooms.
"This way." said Kuroro.
Kuroro had announced that he was sharing a room with Kurapika so firmly and resolutely that the blonde didn't have the nerve to protest otherwise. It wasn't a disturbance to him, anyway. He followed the leader down a narrow hallway with faded velvet wallpaper, which he suspected used to be grand and regal. It was torn down in some part, but still served as an elegant background perfectly. At night, the moonlight cast down its eerie light on the paint and the wall seemed to bruise. There were no torches, but Kurapika could work out the faint lines of a door as Kuroro edged his key into the lock.
'This building is creepier than the one we had in Silver Gate.'
Kuroro ushered Kurapika in before turning around to lock the door safely from the inside. Kurapika gazed around the modernly-designed room, surprisingly spacey enough to fit of four people. The walls were beautiful shade of crimson, with lamps on both sides of the beds. The floor was wooden, which matched the wooden furnitures- a wardrobe, a couch and two curved chairs. Off to the side, another door stood ajar, showing the bathroom interior inside it.
"You can take a bath first, after you're done, we'll have some meals." said the older man.
Without replying or even looking backwards, Kurapika took off his tribal cloth and went inside the bathroom.
"I'll place your change outside the door." said Kuroro as he gently knocked the door.
"... understood."
Twenty minutes later, Kurapika was finished with showering. He unlocked the door, careful to keep the towel wrapped around his body as he squatted down and scooped up his change of clothes, before closing the door gently. He took a while to put on the clothes, only stepping out of the bathroom about five minutes later.
The clothes Kuroro gave him was just a simple V-neck shirt and black jeans.
"Took you a long time, you're almost like a girl." Kuroro smirked.
"..." Kurapika flushed.
"Alright, follow me."
Both of them headed to the dining room located almost at the end of the building, now all the Ryodan members had gathered.
He found himself seated beside Phinks and Nobunaga- his relationship with them before was mostly memories of him being teased mercilessly. These two were always joking around and pulling his leg, but they were funny and surprisingly okay to be around. Phinks placed his hand on Kurapika's right shoulder and Nobunaga did the same to his left, welcoming the blonde.
"Yo, brat! It's been a long time since the last time we met." said Phinks.
"How old are you now?" asked Nobunaga.
"...17."
"Haha, long time no se! It's been four years..!" said Phinks loudly as he pulled the blonde closer to him and raised his glass up.
The atmosphere are different that usual, it's lighter, full of shouts and laughters. Seems that the Ryodan are happy with Kurapika coming back as one of them.
Twilight neared, but still Phinks, Franklin, Bonolenov and the other members showed no sign of letting Kurapika go back to his own room. They were merrily joking around and shoving each other, shouting and laughing notoriously.
Meanwhile, Nobunaga was visitting Kuroro's shared room to have a private talk with him. As soon as, Kuroro opened the door to let the samurai in, they sat at the couch and began the serious talk. "Now that he's back, what will you do, Danchou?"
"Get back to a life where he's around."
"And...?"
"Carrying out missions and -"
"That's not what I'm asking about! Until now, we're not sure whether he knows whose the real killer of his clan and I wonder if he'll really be one of us..."
"I've figured that out. Nobunaga, go and tell the rest to get ready for a mission tomorrow."
Nobunaga was startled and he stood up glaring back at Kuroro. "I'd never understand you're thinking!" Before the samurai turn the knob, Kuroro told him to "Inform Kurapika to get back to his room before you told others about the mission."
His message was delivered directly to Kurapika and he immediately went back to his room.
As soon as, Kurapika went in, Kuroro approaches him and whimpered in his ear, "We'll be going for a mission tomorrow, since you're now one of us, I want to join but you need not do anything." Kurapika stayed silent for a moment and replied "yes." back.
When morning comes, all of them have resembles outside the building, followed by Kuroro and Kurapika, they have all prepared their physical and mental to accomplish the mission.
"This time we're targeting a rare artifact owned by a family, which consisted of ten members, who won it in an auction. Here's the photograph of the item." Kuroro gave each of them one photograph. "We'll go through the back door and search through the house and steal it. If anyone interrupt or caught you, then you know what to do."
Kuroro ended his speech, and, in unision, he looked at Kurapika the same time Nobunaga did. They scouted for some tiny bit of emotion on his face, wondering stiffly whether the words had somehow resurfaced the gory memory of Genei Ryodan destroying his clan. Unexpectedly, the Kuruta's face was blank. His eyebrows were still, his eyes masked with a look of utter smoothness and his mouth showed no hint of either a smile, frown or shout.
"Now, shall we go?"
"...yes." answered Kurapika.
The rest of the members was following their leader, who is leading the way.
The arrived in an old mansion, which is painted brown. Surrounding it are wild trees and flowers, this place will definitely look scary during night time. They barg in the house through the back door and separate to search for the target. Pakunoda, Shizuku, Machi, Coltopi, Bonolenov and Feitan were to search downstairs while the rest searched on the second floor.
Thirty minutes passed and no one of them were caught, they continued searching deeper into the mansion and found a lock door behind a closet wardrobe.
Kuroro nodded at Shalnark, who had stepped forward. He tinkered with the passwords, interchanging the wires and closing the box of codes again before typing in the correct series of numbers. Shalnark quickly took a few steps backward, letting the leader reach his hand out and open the door. As he did so, the members who searched the first-floor came dashing up to them, just in time.
When they opened the door, they could see the whole family members inside together with the artifact, they're searching for. The father of the family stood up with something he's hiding behind him.
"I knew something like this will come." With his jaw twitched and his eyes fierce, the father raced towards the door. Nearing the members, he pulled out an axe, his mouth letting out a feral yell and his hand raising the weapon.
In a blink of a second, Nobunaga cut off the man's head using his katana, protecting his boss and the blonde beside him.
"Danchou..."
Everyone was looking at their leader to wait for orders, "I guess there's no other alternatives, I bet all of you know what to do."
He connected two of his fingers together and raised them in the air horizontally. The members all shared looks and glanced at the leader, waiting for the signal. When the raven-haired guy lowered his fingers and imitated a shooting motion of a gun, the members leaped into the room, attacking the rest of the family. They charged from all sides, leaving no loopholes or escape routes anywhere.
Claws slashing the prey.
Flesh flying through the air as the skin flaked off.
Body parts ripped apart.
Screams and curses ringing through the air. More begging. A child's cries.
Once, they're told to do a mission, they're not holding back. That's Genei Ryodan.
Two men stood guard by the door. Both were wearing sunglasses, through they were indoors, and stood tall, towering over Kurapika, who was standing in the middle of them. His eyes were wide in horror and every scream felt like a jab to his lungs. He almost choked, the rotten smell of salty blood wafting inside his nose. This caused his stomach to churn in searing pain, leaving acid in his throat as he tried hard to push breakfast back to the stomach.
The pile of dead bodies stood out, his mouth dropping open at the horrifying sight of them, setting his eyes to water and him to turn his head away- only to be greeted by fleshes and more corpses. He drew in a sharp, panicked breath, feeling his head begin to swim and his brain starting to falter and his forehead to drip sweat and his legs to give away. Overwhelmed, he braced himself against the wall and watch the battle, staggering, as he finally gave in and slid to the floor, covering his eyes with his palms.
The blonde grieved in pain and touched his head, his face was so pale, he raised his head up, looking from side to side.
Right.
The preys are hunted and the target is obtained.
Yes, how can I forget. This is the group that killed my entire clan. This is how they killed them all, this easily, just like stepping on ants.
'I'll kill you all...! Every single one of you, I'll make you pay!
A/N: How's it? OwO Care to review?
Kei: Another chapter done~
Sabby: Yeah~ Good job.
Kei: Don't you "yeah" me!
Sabby: Eh? What's wrong? O_O
Kei: I'm tired! I have two undone homeworks, six on-the-list Anime to watch, several unread updated fics and you just never cares about me!
Sabby: Heh?
Kei: *starts dramatic music* *fake tears* Adios...!
Sabby: Don't go before you completed your fics! OAO *reach*
Kei: I knew it, you only cared for my fic -
Sabby: Hehehe :P Minna-san, please look forward to the next chapter!
OWARI! *BOWS*