Mask
He can't believe what's happening, the person he cared for destroyed his entire future. Life that he worked so hard to be normal was just taken away in a click of a finger, just like that. He gaped unreadingly at the golden-haired boy, weariness traced upon beautiful face.
He'd been so persistent when he told him not to kill the leader, he even warned him that he's next if he took the man's life. Had he not been so serious when he told him that? Yeah right, he did not kill him, but banishing him form the Spider made no difference at all: dead or alive.
Now he has face to his past, his promise and the truth of his destiny. Leorio couldn't help but groan, then the young Kuruta slowly lost his consciousness....
He watched him steadily breathing on his own bed; the golden-haired boy seems to be at peace, almost too tranquil for a hard life he just decided to end. He gaze thoughtfully at his serene face, and then shook his head in disappointment when it dawned upon him his present situation.
Gon and Killua were forthwith resting too at their own quarter. Senritsu went back to her own hotel, and only he was wide awake after the interesting night they had. Weariness can't find its way on him, his mind was too pre-occupied -- one of them just called and this time there's no running . . .
He slowly smoothened a lock of golden hair falling upon Kurapika's forehead then stared at it for the longest time; this is his last chance to do so.
He forced himself to stand and walk out of the cubicle, he went straight to the bathroom and coerced his decree.
***
He took one more look at his friends, peeping at them ever so carefully so as not to wake them up, and with more struggle he screeched down the hotel and became what he really was, is and will.
He descended on the shadowy alley under the morning light. He stared back at his reflection on the rainwater that manages to make a pool out of the meager liquid. He was wearing a dark denim jacket, beneath, a forest green shirt, and a pair of black jeans. His usual slicked hair was tousled, some strands falling upon his forehead. His brown eyes were frigid cold and there was not a trace of smile on his mouth. He asserted his right upper arm, trailing the mark of a small spider he carefully has concealed with his medicinal ability – he smirked.
It's been years since he left the Spider's life, he did not wish to end lives but to prolong it. His bestfriend went with him too but to his appall, he died on their journey.
Kuroro was - is - his distant cousin, the only family he has yet he hated him. But the responsibility of the group lies in their hands. He contests to that, giving the whole obligation to his eldest cousin, which the latter accepted. Though he has been free, his dues do not stop there. He would replace him the moment a situation like the contemporary happened. The rules were good for his temporary banishment – until now, he was a stranger to them, a complete stranger to the group. They would act as though he is just an ordinary man outside the world of the Genei Ryodan and he would be forced to lack his capability in handling his perfected nen - Houshutsu.
He would be just an average low profile Hunter, weak and content. But now, all things went astray. He was happy though he's not into his best competence – quiescent.
He dodged his way toward the dark crumbling place, and dabbing the upturned cross in his chest, he met the rest of the Spiders.
***
They all stared at him, waiting. He scans them carefully, 3 members lacking. None uttered a word, they knew what kind of a dominator he was; unfriendly and distant yet loyal and trustworthy. He knew some of them were new -like Shizuku- and he could feel their awkwardness and leeriness. But he heed not what they're thinking, he's the head master now, and whether they like it or not they would listen to him – or die.
"First, new rules and second, new members" he casually begins, and then made his way at the middle of the room, waiting for their reaction. The old-time members nodded, some quandar, he felt his impatient fist clench.
"Did you hear me?" he asked coolly, but his eyes betrayed him. Machi answered loudly "They still new in regards with your existence, Leorio-sama, I'll give them a brief information… just be patient"
He sneered. "Five minutes Machi, I don't want to waste my time, I think you already know that, am I right?"
"Yes Leader!"
***
Standard disclaimers applied. The prologue and idea of this story is by pixie-atme and is purely a fan's work - a few 'certain' elements not true in the real series.
He can't believe what's happening, the person he cared for destroyed his entire future. Life that he worked so hard to be normal was just taken away in a click of a finger, just like that. He gaped unreadingly at the golden-haired boy, weariness traced upon beautiful face.
He'd been so persistent when he told him not to kill the leader, he even warned him that he's next if he took the man's life. Had he not been so serious when he told him that? Yeah right, he did not kill him, but banishing him form the Spider made no difference at all: dead or alive.
Now he has face to his past, his promise and the truth of his destiny. Leorio couldn't help but groan, then the young Kuruta slowly lost his consciousness....
He watched him steadily breathing on his own bed; the golden-haired boy seems to be at peace, almost too tranquil for a hard life he just decided to end. He gaze thoughtfully at his serene face, and then shook his head in disappointment when it dawned upon him his present situation.
Gon and Killua were forthwith resting too at their own quarter. Senritsu went back to her own hotel, and only he was wide awake after the interesting night they had. Weariness can't find its way on him, his mind was too pre-occupied -- one of them just called and this time there's no running . . .
He slowly smoothened a lock of golden hair falling upon Kurapika's forehead then stared at it for the longest time; this is his last chance to do so.
He forced himself to stand and walk out of the cubicle, he went straight to the bathroom and coerced his decree.
***
He took one more look at his friends, peeping at them ever so carefully so as not to wake them up, and with more struggle he screeched down the hotel and became what he really was, is and will.
He descended on the shadowy alley under the morning light. He stared back at his reflection on the rainwater that manages to make a pool out of the meager liquid. He was wearing a dark denim jacket, beneath, a forest green shirt, and a pair of black jeans. His usual slicked hair was tousled, some strands falling upon his forehead. His brown eyes were frigid cold and there was not a trace of smile on his mouth. He asserted his right upper arm, trailing the mark of a small spider he carefully has concealed with his medicinal ability – he smirked.
It's been years since he left the Spider's life, he did not wish to end lives but to prolong it. His bestfriend went with him too but to his appall, he died on their journey.
Kuroro was - is - his distant cousin, the only family he has yet he hated him. But the responsibility of the group lies in their hands. He contests to that, giving the whole obligation to his eldest cousin, which the latter accepted. Though he has been free, his dues do not stop there. He would replace him the moment a situation like the contemporary happened. The rules were good for his temporary banishment – until now, he was a stranger to them, a complete stranger to the group. They would act as though he is just an ordinary man outside the world of the Genei Ryodan and he would be forced to lack his capability in handling his perfected nen - Houshutsu.
He would be just an average low profile Hunter, weak and content. But now, all things went astray. He was happy though he's not into his best competence – quiescent.
He dodged his way toward the dark crumbling place, and dabbing the upturned cross in his chest, he met the rest of the Spiders.
***
They all stared at him, waiting. He scans them carefully, 3 members lacking. None uttered a word, they knew what kind of a dominator he was; unfriendly and distant yet loyal and trustworthy. He knew some of them were new -like Shizuku- and he could feel their awkwardness and leeriness. But he heed not what they're thinking, he's the head master now, and whether they like it or not they would listen to him – or die.
"First, new rules and second, new members" he casually begins, and then made his way at the middle of the room, waiting for their reaction. The old-time members nodded, some quandar, he felt his impatient fist clench.
"Did you hear me?" he asked coolly, but his eyes betrayed him. Machi answered loudly "They still new in regards with your existence, Leorio-sama, I'll give them a brief information… just be patient"
He sneered. "Five minutes Machi, I don't want to waste my time, I think you already know that, am I right?"
"Yes Leader!"
***
Standard disclaimers applied. The prologue and idea of this story is by pixie-atme and is purely a fan's work - a few 'certain' elements not true in the real series.
