Series: Hunter X Hunter
Title: Ocean
Rating: G
Pairing/ Characters: Kuroro/Kurapika
Word Count: 538
Warning/s: Brain rotting FLUFF. But apart from that, nothing you need to shield your eyes from.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Dedication: To everyone out there reading this. 1000 hits! wOOt!


The sea breeze tossed his hair back and forth, so that the rhythm almost resembled the smooth waves that came one after another.

Kurapika took in a deep breath, closing his eyes, and smelled the salt and sand that clung to everything. He heard the quiet roar of the sea, like that of a slumbering beast, and heard the cry of the gulls as they flew effortlessly across the great expanse of the ocean. For a second, Kurapika could not remember anything, did not want to remember anything, and simply stood there: eyes closed and using his other senses to savor the ocean.

Of course, Kuroro did not care so much for the young man's peace, since it meant that in a roundabout way, Kurapika was ignoring him.

"I never imagined that you loved the ocean so," Kuroro said, breaking Kurapika from his half-dream. "You never spoke of it; have you visited it before?"

Kurapika gave Kuroro a wry smile. "Our tribe lived very far from the coast. The only water we ever saw was either from wells or from the stream. Nothing so big as an ocean."

"Then why the attachment? If you've never been here before I mean."

At this, Kurapika slowly opened his eyes, and slanted a look at the older man. "What makes you think I want to be reminded of the village?"

Kuroro did not miss the negligible amount of bitterness and sarcasm that came with the question. It was a definite improvement, though, to the way Kurapika had been initially when the topic of his tribe had come up. There was a marked amount of hostility that seemed to have dissipated, to be replaced with a sad longing and nostalgia.

A sudden, curiously bitter thought wormed itself into Kuroro's head, and he found himself giving voice to it. "If you don't want to remember the village, then why do you stay with me?"

Blinking, as if the thought had never occurred to him, Kurapika floundered for a moment. "Because," he stated, seemingly content to leave it at that.

But Kuroro was definitely not content with the lack of an answer.

"I mean, I must be the equivalent of a walking nightmare if you want to forget. For what I did. If you're so willing to put the past out of your mind, then you really shouldn't be with me so often. Logically, it would be best for you to be at the furthest point possible from me." Kuroro said, not really registering exactly what he was saying.

Kurapika looked confused, and then sarcasm came back full force. "You almost sound like you want me to leave."

Kuroro sighed. "That's not what I'm trying to say."

A wave crashed on the shore, and the conversation dwindled, Kurapika not really wanting to continue it, and Kuroro unsure of how to do so without sounding either hostile or pathetic.

After a few more minutes, they simultaneously turned around, and made their way towards the little cottage they had rented out for the week. Kurapika, turning the doorknob, suddenly twisted his face to look at Kuroro, so unexpectedly that Kuroro almost took a step back in surprise.

"I stay with you because I love you best."


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