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Leorio was nothing short of heartbroken when he found out about Kurapika and Kuroro years ago, but he was more boggled than anything else. The last he had seen of the blond was when he got kidnapped by the Ryodan and forced to join them, and now they were snogging and very much in love with each other?
It was real, though, he could tell. The whole time he had ever known Kurapika, the blond had always had some deep sort of sadness and weariness in his eyes, all hidden under the insane amount of fierceness like the red was hidden by green. Now the sadness was almost gone and the weariness nonexistent. Kurapika was still fierce, was still the same boy Leorio had known him to be, but now the fierceness had been refined and polished to the sort of gracefulness he supposed that being Kuroro's lover molded you into.
Leorio watched in amusement as Kurapika whapped Kuroro upside the head for some comment or another about how Kurapika ate tokayaki balls.
Then again, he wasn't so heartbroken. Who Kurapika was now, the deadly, graceful man Leorio decided he liked a lot, wouldn't be possible without Lucifer around.
10:39 PM 3/26/2006