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I'm Cleaning Out My Closet
Chapter Nine: The Closet
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Kurapica sat up groggily, blinking her eyes in the darkness and wincing at the pain when she tried to move her neck. She shifted her feet and started when they kicked something. It can't be Hisoka. Not in this place. Come to think of it, where am I?
Standing up on wobbly legs, she found the light switch. Pulling the chain, the lightbulb clicked on and it's dim light bathed her surroundings in yellow.
Looking around, Kurapica almost fainted in shock. The thing that she'd kicked lay in front of her. It was Leorio. His corpse. She stared at it numbly, not noticing the tears streaming down her face. How long had he been there, shut up in a dark closet?
Kurapica snapped the light off, and sat on the floor of the closet, holding the body of her lost lover, and cried herself to sleep.

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She woke up, hours later. Deciding to get out of the horrid place, she turned the knob on the door. It didn't budge. She threw herself against it, ending up with a sore shoulder. Turning the knob again, it finally moved.
And came off in her hand.
Kurapica hurled the knob at the back of the closet in frustration.
It didn't land.
Curious to find out why, she crept to the back.
Then she fell.
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Princess Floréa: Sorry, but that's short, too.
Floraleon: But we found out what happened to Leorio.
Kurapika-sama: What happened?
Floraleon: Reread it, you dumbass!!!
Princess Floréa: Everyone thinks I'm crazy now...
Kurapika-sama: Oh, but you are.
Princess Floréa: Shaddup. Because I went around asking, "If you throw a dead guy into a closet, how long does it take for him to decompose?" 'Cause I didn't want him to disintegrate before the story ended...
Kurapika-sama: *sweatdrop* ...