Same Eyes of Blue and Red
by Kura
(note: this happened one week after the Kuruta genocide; Kurapica is on a barge that has just left the island where the Rukuso region can be found)
The color blue has a soothing effect . . . that's what they always say . . . the color can calm you, absorb all your daily troubles . . .
The young Kuruta held on to the railing tight. He looked down from the deck at the cool blue waters of the ocean below. He stared at it, in a trance. And gradually, until it was clearly visible, pain was written all over his face, one hand came up to his stomach as if he just received a blow . . .
The color of the sea . . . blue. All of his tribe members had blue eyes, but his best friend's was the only one with the definite blue of the ocean. He greatly admired their beautiful color, but never had he anything to describe it. He didn't know, never saw the ocean until today. He only knew of his tribe, of the forests of Rukuso where their little village was concealed within, of the light blue river he had been taught how to swim in as a child . . . he knew only of what are already gone . . .
Angriness swept over him again. His body suddenly warmed, his eyes turning bloody red. He tried to control it, tried to subdue it, as a picture of his late friend flashed in his mind. Those ocean-blue eyes . . .
He heard the silence . . . silence disrupted only by his own desperate, futile cries . . . Kuruta . . . Kuruta . . .
His eyes turned back to blue, his whole body shaking . . . he felt something warm and sticky on the palm of his hand. He let go of the steel bars and was surprised to see blood, he had been gripping the rail too tightly . . .
. . . the smell of blood hung in the air . . . the still fresh smell of death . . . no one alive . . . they're all dead . . .
He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the red fluid off with it. His katana fell and he stooped down to pick it up with his bruised hands. He couldn't feel less of the pain the cuts brought, he was experiencing much more deep inside of him . . .
. . . the scarlet eyes . . . they're gone . . . all of them . . . spider . . .
The painful feeling he sensed in his heart spread throughout his body, almost making him fall to his knees. He couldn't stand it anymore. Lest he collapsed there up at deck, he went back to his room. Half-falling, half-lying down on the bed, he pressed his face upon his pillow and moaned endlessly. Shutting his eyes, trying to block off the aching inside of him. He missed his family so much . . . his friends . . . the peaceful life he had always took for granted . . . he missed having someone, not being alone . . .
Pain . . . thirst for revenge . . . the Genei Ryodan is going to pay . . .
He had sworn upon his friend's graves . . . they're not going to escape him. The whole group will die . . . die with their blood on his hands, smeared upon his clothes . . .
He brought his knees closer to his chest, his whole body writhing in pain . . . his hands were bleeding, his own blood staining the bed sheets . . . he couldn't breathe, couldn't move any longer . . . it was as if his soul has left his body, but the two are still one . . . all he could do was cry . . . and he cried, cried until his own sobs and whimpers seemed so far away . . .
If this is dying, I'll gladly accept it . . . I'm so alone . . . so lost . . . lost, I don't where to go . . . Dad, what am I now to do. . ?
. . . Mom, take me with you . . . don't leave me here alone, please. . !
Images of the Kuruta tribe flashed before him. He was just hallucinating, he knew it, but somehow it felt good a cleansing, fresh wave of anger that he welcomed . . . Genei Ryodan . . .
Kurapica lay on his back, looking at the ceiling, gasping. The pain was gone, he knew now what to do . . . he had promised, he'll avenge his tribe . . . the Kuruta . . . he's no longer lost . . .
Death and life . . . what is life . . .? what is death . . .?
Exhaustion swept over him. His whole body begged for rest but he didn't want to sleep. He knew what would be in his dreams, the same vision he had been seeing for a week now, every time he closes his eyes . . .
But weariness came over him and everything went black.
I heard a scream . . . then two more that were much more fearful . . . they grew in number . . . until all I could hear were them . . . each one more terrified than the last . . . so many that it seemed that the trees were screaming too . . .
I heard angry cries and the clashes of steel . . . the weapons . . . the katanas were drawn . . . I saw it clearly . . . the battle that followed . . . replacing the screams with the sound of blood splashing on the ground . . .
I stood deep inside the forests of Rukuso . . . I couldn't move . . . I just stood watching . . . motionless and entranced . . . Bodies of people I've known all my life falling lifelessly to the ground . . . blood . . .
My father . . . I saw him fight . . . he was good . . . he was really good . . . but the man he fought with won their little spar . . . he must have been really lucky . . . their skills matched fairly . . . but my father never did believe in luck . . .
He fell to the ground . . . his opponent stooped down and took out his eyes . . . I screamed . . . NO . . . but my voice was caught in my throat . . . that's when I saw it . . . spider . . . the spider sign at the back of the man who killed my . . . father . . .
My friends were dying . . . and all I did was stand and listen . . . until I heard the faintest of cries . . . a little girl was crying . . . and amidst all the noise . . . that was the only thing I heard . . .
I felt rage deep inside of me . . . rage mingled with sadness . . . my eyes turned scarlet . . . my mind back in focus . . . I ran as fast as I could back to the village . . .
. . . but the screams were dying out . . . the sounds of struggles and fighting no longer there . . . silence . . .
I finally reached the village . . . but there was only silence and death around me . . . empty sockets stared . . . the eyes that were crimson just a while ago were gone . . . along with lives . . . everyone's but mine . . .
I heard someone crying . . . I looked around . . . but there was no sign of any other life except my own . . . my vision got blurry . . .
. . . and I realized
. . . that the one crying
. . . was me . . .
by Kura
(note: this happened one week after the Kuruta genocide; Kurapica is on a barge that has just left the island where the Rukuso region can be found)
The color blue has a soothing effect . . . that's what they always say . . . the color can calm you, absorb all your daily troubles . . .
The young Kuruta held on to the railing tight. He looked down from the deck at the cool blue waters of the ocean below. He stared at it, in a trance. And gradually, until it was clearly visible, pain was written all over his face, one hand came up to his stomach as if he just received a blow . . .
The color of the sea . . . blue. All of his tribe members had blue eyes, but his best friend's was the only one with the definite blue of the ocean. He greatly admired their beautiful color, but never had he anything to describe it. He didn't know, never saw the ocean until today. He only knew of his tribe, of the forests of Rukuso where their little village was concealed within, of the light blue river he had been taught how to swim in as a child . . . he knew only of what are already gone . . .
Angriness swept over him again. His body suddenly warmed, his eyes turning bloody red. He tried to control it, tried to subdue it, as a picture of his late friend flashed in his mind. Those ocean-blue eyes . . .
He heard the silence . . . silence disrupted only by his own desperate, futile cries . . . Kuruta . . . Kuruta . . .
His eyes turned back to blue, his whole body shaking . . . he felt something warm and sticky on the palm of his hand. He let go of the steel bars and was surprised to see blood, he had been gripping the rail too tightly . . .
. . . the smell of blood hung in the air . . . the still fresh smell of death . . . no one alive . . . they're all dead . . .
He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the red fluid off with it. His katana fell and he stooped down to pick it up with his bruised hands. He couldn't feel less of the pain the cuts brought, he was experiencing much more deep inside of him . . .
. . . the scarlet eyes . . . they're gone . . . all of them . . . spider . . .
The painful feeling he sensed in his heart spread throughout his body, almost making him fall to his knees. He couldn't stand it anymore. Lest he collapsed there up at deck, he went back to his room. Half-falling, half-lying down on the bed, he pressed his face upon his pillow and moaned endlessly. Shutting his eyes, trying to block off the aching inside of him. He missed his family so much . . . his friends . . . the peaceful life he had always took for granted . . . he missed having someone, not being alone . . .
Pain . . . thirst for revenge . . . the Genei Ryodan is going to pay . . .
He had sworn upon his friend's graves . . . they're not going to escape him. The whole group will die . . . die with their blood on his hands, smeared upon his clothes . . .
He brought his knees closer to his chest, his whole body writhing in pain . . . his hands were bleeding, his own blood staining the bed sheets . . . he couldn't breathe, couldn't move any longer . . . it was as if his soul has left his body, but the two are still one . . . all he could do was cry . . . and he cried, cried until his own sobs and whimpers seemed so far away . . .
If this is dying, I'll gladly accept it . . . I'm so alone . . . so lost . . . lost, I don't where to go . . . Dad, what am I now to do. . ?
. . . Mom, take me with you . . . don't leave me here alone, please. . !
Images of the Kuruta tribe flashed before him. He was just hallucinating, he knew it, but somehow it felt good a cleansing, fresh wave of anger that he welcomed . . . Genei Ryodan . . .
Kurapica lay on his back, looking at the ceiling, gasping. The pain was gone, he knew now what to do . . . he had promised, he'll avenge his tribe . . . the Kuruta . . . he's no longer lost . . .
Death and life . . . what is life . . .? what is death . . .?
Exhaustion swept over him. His whole body begged for rest but he didn't want to sleep. He knew what would be in his dreams, the same vision he had been seeing for a week now, every time he closes his eyes . . .
But weariness came over him and everything went black.
I heard a scream . . . then two more that were much more fearful . . . they grew in number . . . until all I could hear were them . . . each one more terrified than the last . . . so many that it seemed that the trees were screaming too . . .
I heard angry cries and the clashes of steel . . . the weapons . . . the katanas were drawn . . . I saw it clearly . . . the battle that followed . . . replacing the screams with the sound of blood splashing on the ground . . .
I stood deep inside the forests of Rukuso . . . I couldn't move . . . I just stood watching . . . motionless and entranced . . . Bodies of people I've known all my life falling lifelessly to the ground . . . blood . . .
My father . . . I saw him fight . . . he was good . . . he was really good . . . but the man he fought with won their little spar . . . he must have been really lucky . . . their skills matched fairly . . . but my father never did believe in luck . . .
He fell to the ground . . . his opponent stooped down and took out his eyes . . . I screamed . . . NO . . . but my voice was caught in my throat . . . that's when I saw it . . . spider . . . the spider sign at the back of the man who killed my . . . father . . .
My friends were dying . . . and all I did was stand and listen . . . until I heard the faintest of cries . . . a little girl was crying . . . and amidst all the noise . . . that was the only thing I heard . . .
I felt rage deep inside of me . . . rage mingled with sadness . . . my eyes turned scarlet . . . my mind back in focus . . . I ran as fast as I could back to the village . . .
. . . but the screams were dying out . . . the sounds of struggles and fighting no longer there . . . silence . . .
I finally reached the village . . . but there was only silence and death around me . . . empty sockets stared . . . the eyes that were crimson just a while ago were gone . . . along with lives . . . everyone's but mine . . .
I heard someone crying . . . I looked around . . . but there was no sign of any other life except my own . . . my vision got blurry . . .
. . . and I realized
. . . that the one crying
. . . was me . . .