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Death Angel
Chapter Eight: Goodbye, Angel
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"Are you ready?" It was almost twelve.
"Yes." Kurapika felt a lump forming in his throat. Killua took up a tiny knife and a glass vial. He made a cut on Kurapika's arm. Pretty soon, the vial was holding a red fluid. The blood was set to boil.

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The blood bubbled. Killua, again had volunteered. With a larger blade and a few quick slashes, the black wings parted from their owner. Kurapika tried not to scream from the agony. Twin trails of crimson ran down from his shoulder blades.
He heard a shriek as Ariane rushed in. "Kurapika-sama could bleed to death this way!" She shouted ruriously, wrapping up Kurapika's upper body in bandages. "Be careful!"
"I should've known you'd be watching." Kurapika muttered. "It's just like you to do that."
"I was only passing and I happened to see." Ariane answered, her cheeks turning pinkish.
"It's ready." Gon called. The scarlet liquid had lost the red hue. The surface sparkled, as if diamonds were dancing on it's surface.
"Drink it." The Great One ordered, and Kurapika did. A few seconds passed as everyone held their breaths. Then, Kurapika collapsed.
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Floraleon: That's the R chapter?!
Princess Floréa: Nothing's wrong with it.
Kurapika-sama: @.@
Floraleon: ^-^
Princess Floréa: Almost done. Kurapika'll wake up eventually.
Kurapika-sama: @.@ I thought he died.
Princess Floréa: I never kill my fav chara—
Kurapika-sama: I can name a case...
Princess Floréa: Well, most of the time.