Series: Hunter X Hunter
Title: Child's play
Rating: PG
Pairing/ Characters: Kurapika, Kuroro
Word Count: 313
Warning/s: Uh. Yorkshin.
Disclaimer: Still not mine.
Dedication: Lynlyn, Yukitsu, Blitz Magnus, Mistriss 259, and everyone else who writes amazing Hunter X Hunter. And all the readers. 19,000 hits!
Of course he had played games as a child. Oh, nothing fancy, like the videogames and computer games and virtual realities that Killua knew. And not the peaceful forest wanderings that Gon still played. No, Kurapika's games were different. He, unlike Killua and Gon, had other children to play with, after all.
Kicking a ball in the dry summer grass, reducing it to dust underneath their feet. Wrestling with other boys twice his size, yet somehow winning every time. Running away, with others, and hiding from the seeker. All with rules to follow, and you lose if you break them.
Always playing such senseless, useless games with the ones he had grown to love. Not a moment was wasted.
Of course he had played games as a child. Not traditional games, by any means, but games none the less. And his games never had any rules, except one.
To never lose.
When running away from muggers, how high up could he jump from without breaking his leg on the way down? How attentive would he be when sleeping, and how long would it take him to wake up when a shadow looms above him, ready to slit his throat? How much could he steal and carry and run with, without being caught? When was it time to relinquish his prize, and run for his life in earnest?
Kuroro was not lacking in childhood games. Not at all.
They're playing a game now. To Kurapika, it's serious instead of the games of childhood. There are so many rules to follow, in order for him to reach the end. He's never played something so deadly, and does not realize that there are no rules in the game of death, except for one. Kuroro's realized that rule long, long ago.
Kurapika chose the wrong opponent, the wrong opponent chose him.
For Kuroro, this is child's play.