I'm Cleaning Out My Closet
Chapter Eight: The Intruder
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All thoughts about the red-haired man faded away
as Leorio embraced her...
What? Kurapica groggily opened her eyes.
What was she doing in her bed? Hadn't she fallen asleep on the sofa...?
As far as she knew, she wasn't one to sleep walk...
Someone was in this house with her.
"Leorio?" She called out.
Something stirred beside her. "What about him?"
Kurapica froze. "Who is it?" An arm wrapped around
her, it's tight grip making it impossible for her to move.
"You don't recognize your next-door neighbor?"
The body shifted again, dropping it's weight onto her.
"Hisoka?" She gasped, "Get off me!"
Pushing him away wouldn't work; he was too strong.
"What did you do to Leorio?!"
She was sure he was laughing at her right now. "Oh,
he went where all good little boys go." So casual.
"Why?"
"You know what? They say all life's questions are
answered in death. You can ask hem when you get there."
With all the force she could muster, Kurapica wriggled
out from under him and ran for it.
She never got to the door before she crumpled and
fell.
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Floraleon: ...
Kurapika-sama: I'm traumatized!
Floraleon: You don't look it.
Kurapika-sama: *shrugs* I wanted to see what it was like, saying that.
Princess Floréa: Okay...
Kurapika-sama: You know what? I need a girl.
Princess Floréa and Floraleon: ...
Kurapika-sama: *starts singing* I need a girl, to be my wife, I need a girl, she's all mine, I need a girl, in my liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiife...
Floraleon: I wonder if he'll ever get one... *sweatdrops*