An Ill Requiem
Disclaimer: I don't own the series or the characters of Hunter x Hunter. They belong to Yoshiro Togashi and the appropriate producers.
Reason: Mostly becuase there are so few Kurapika x Gon fanfictions.
Inspiration: One was "This corner of the World" at http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=638133. It's a great Sano x Kenshin fic. Another inspiration was I was in the hospital myself not too long ago, and that experience was fresh in my mind.
Symbols: 'thinking' -emphasis-
Other Information: It's an alternate universe [a poorly made one at that] that's supposed to resemble present day. In other words, there's little use of nen.
EDIT 12/ 27/ 03
Fixed all those errors in the Prologue and the ones in Chapter 1, too. ^^ Enjoy, the now error free chapters!
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The way tension hung in the air and mingled with the sharp smells of cleaning supplies. The way those two things had the ability to clog all your senses and throw you into a state of numbness. Especially in cases when there's nothing you can do. What are you supposed to say to someone who's lost their brother, sister, daughter, son, friend, or cousin? There's nothing to say. It's times like those I'm happy to be numb. Only when your numb, you tend to imagine feelings that aren't there, and that can make things harder. If you let it.
The other people that work here have a tendency to just look at the cases that are able to get through it. Cases like a birth with no defects or a sucessful operation. For me that's too hard. You start to imagine things that aren't there again.
'I should be satisfied though. I have the opportunity to live.' Kurapika thought to himself. 'That's more than what most the people in here can say..'
Kurapika tapped the pen he was holding on the small clipboard in front of him to some beat that he made up as he went along. He had no idea why he'd decided to take the graveyard shift toninght. Of course they weren't actually allowed to call it that here. It'd ruin the so-called serenity that they had here. His eyes darted over to the clock that hung on the left wall of the reception desk.
'2:30 am...Great. Pretty soon all the drag-racing-binge-drinkers will be coming in. Then they'll either sue the hospital, the bar, or the car dealership. Since it's obviously someone elses fault that their lives are screwed up.'
He couldn't remember when he got so bitter. It was probably around the time that he realized that people aren't nice to you just to be nice. 'They either want something from you or they're trying to make themselves feel less guilty.'
He was shaken from his thoughts when he heard the dull pounding coming from outside the automatic doors. He knew exactly what he'd see. While sighing at the sight he got up from the chair he'd been sitting in for the past two hours and pushed the numbers 6-3-7-9-1 in the key pad near the closed doors. The doors swung open swiftly and a man wearing a soaked khaki trench coat stumbled in and remained in a bent over position, panting in obvious fatigue.
"You're late again," the blonde said in a irratated tone. "and you forgot your key. What's wrong with you?"
The man was actually quite tall once he stood up. "Yeah....sorry about that....." he said as he pushed the sunglasses up the bridge of his nose. He was still gasping a bit. "My car's in the shop again, and I ended up chasing the bus all the way here instead of riding it."
Kurapica turned his back on the older man, "The driver was probably scared to pick up a man wearing a trench coat and sunglasses at 12:30 in the morning," he said while walking back over to the reception booth's door, "Let alone," opens door, "take him to the hospital. You should be more careful about what you decide to wear, Leorio." he said while sitting down in the chair in front of the computer. He looked up to see Leorio tapping imapatiently on the glass.
"What now?" Kurapika said impatiently through the rolling window that closely resembled something in a drive through. Leorio scratched his head in an embarrassed fashion. "You..uh..got an extra uniform here?" Kurapika blinked in pure surprise a few times before rolling the window closed again. "H-hey!! Wait a second!" Leorio called out only the word 'second' was muffled. There was plenty more muffled yelling until Kurapika finally got sick of it.
"-and I was just asking-" Leorio bellowed in an unnecessarily loud tone. He coughed a bit before continuing. "I just needed my white coat." he said in a nonchalant tone. Kurapica 'hmph'-ed a bit before pulling out a notepad and writing on it some simplified directions. Once he was finished he handed the note out the window to Leorio.
"You didn't have to write it out for me." Leorio said while blinking a bit at the yellow paper in his hand.
"Yes I did." the blonde said pointedly. "Because if I didn't you'd end up getting lost and waking up all of our patients, then once you finally made your way back here you'd ask me where it was all over again." and with that Kurapika rolled up the window, nearly catching Leorio's nose in the process. Leorio growled a bit and gave a few muffled complaints but other than that he was silent while stalking out of the waiting/reception room.
Kurapika leaned back a bit and glared at the unforgiving clock. The confrontation with Leorio had only taken 15 minutes. He sighed a bit, feeling a little guilty at the severe insult he'd given the older man. When they'd met, Leorio was all authority. Something that Kurapika wasn't fond of. He had no tolerance for someone who used their age or their title for respect. But after a short amount of time they were on a first name basis with each other, along with exchanging insults. He might even consider him as a friend. Maybe..
"If he'd just remember something for once...." the blond haired boy growled to himself.
He'd heard stories about Leorio from a girl who worked at reception. She was more than happy to tell him -all- the details. Leorio was probably the favorite doctor there for both children and adults. For the children, he was the fun doctor who had plenty of time to read to them before he left for home, help them off back to sleep after a nightmare when their parents weren't there, or help them make sure that the light was close enough that their stuffed animal wouldn't get scared. For the adults, he was always there for them to talk to...not to mention that he never came in holding a clip board and he had the strangest ability to remember everyone's name and something about them. He always has a sense of casuality around him. Sometimes so casual that it was hard to believe he was the head pediatrician.
Kurapika tossed a quick glance over at the doctors trench coat, which was currently dripping water all over the floor not to mention the chair he'd tossed it over. "Shit..." he ran over and scooped up the soaking coat then fumbling with the key pad to get outside and wring it out. Unfortunatly he didn't bother to stop and think why it was wet. It was a complete down-pour outside, and the small emergency room overhang wasn't providing any protection. "Idiot..." Kurapika said, partially about Leorio and partially to himself for running out into the rain without any thought at all. He left the coat in between the two sets of doors and strided back in making more of a mess than the coat had.
He was halfway through mopping up the water when he saw the red flashing lights out of the corner of his eye.
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A young boy was laying on his back with breathing mask strapped around his nose and mouth. A dark tanned hand gripped a much paler, limp one tightly.
+End of Prologue
+Chapter 1: Redemption of Regrets [part 1]
Author's Note: Alright, I got one review for the last chapter, and that was enough to fuel this one [my standards are very low you see]. Besides, I was told to hurry ^^. I made some easy mistakes on the last chapter. [like putting in the 'you are' form of you as 'your' for instance] I was too eager to put up the prologue that I didn't take too much time in proof-reading it. So, a deep apology for all you grammer fanatics. I also made Leorio seem a bit dull-witted , so again, sorry. I did a little redeeming though, right?
Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunter x Hunter series or the characters. So far, the only thing I own in this is the plot and the pairing too I guess, since I've never found another fic with the same pairing. Though I don't think anyone should -own- a pairing. So nevermind. Scratch the pairing.
Title Explanation: Why explain the title? Because I run into a lot of fics where the connection between the title and the plot have no connection at all, and it annoyed me. An Ill Requiem. Lets analyze each word ok?
An...... ok please tell me you know what this word means? Good.
Ill- check out the setting. hospital = sickness sickness = illness -ill- ness.
Requiem-for those of you that don't know, a Requiem has quite a few definitions.
1 It can be a remembrance for a deceased person.
2 Any grand musical composition, that's performed for a deceased person.
3 Rest; quiet; peace
Those are the ones that I've decided to use. [For those of you who are familiar with the Roman Catholic Church, you should know that in the beginning of a funeral mass, the words `Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine,' *Meaning 'Give eternal rest to them, O lord'* are said.
Symbols: //thought// -emphasis- *see bottom for special note
Reason: Because there are so few Gon x Kurapika fictions, and because this is the first project I've been even a -little- excited about.
Keh. I got a little carried away with the Author's note there. Sorry...again. [third time] Now, for the chapter!!
EDIT 12/ 27/ 03
Fixed all those errors in the Prologue and the ones in Chapter 1, too. ^^ Enjoy, the now error free chapters!
Chapter 1: Redemption of Regrets [part 1]
Kurapika was barely able to move the bucket, mop, and 'Wet Floor' sign before rushing over to the key pad and getting the door ready for the hospital's emergency crew. Whatever had happened, it looked horrible. The crew seemed to be in more of a hurry than usual, and that was saying something, after all, they were paid to be quick about what they did. The ambulance's driver hadn't even taken the time to back the ambulance in the right way so that the back doors were facing the E.R's doors. He'd just turned in as quickly as he could, which was enough to give whoever was sitting in the back whip-lash. Kurapika tightened his grip on the mop he'd been holding. The scene seemed way too familiar. He strained to see through both the tinted glass windows and the rain that was splattering against them. He silently begged that it was just his imagination... and that it would turn out to be some adult or teenager that really deserved whatever fate that had all the crew so worked up.
//Such a bitter thought...// His conscience nagged at him. Kurapika ignored it. Tried to anyway. That was a voice that he hadn't stopped to listen to in a long time. Another thing that heightened the anxiety he was already feeling.
The blonde strained to see what... or who rather... was coming out of the ambulance, a nearly impossible task considering how the ambulance was facing. A few moments after he'd given up trying to see who was coming in through the windows, the whole crew burst in through the solid emergency doors. Two of the nine on the crew [not including the driver ] ran forward to open the door leading to a corridor full of open examination rooms. One person had been holding open the first set of doors leading into the hospital, and two more held open the second set. The other three were running one of the hospitals portable beds toward the corridor. One on the right side, one on the left, and one behind the bed. The bed...which held....
A kid.
Kurapika felt his knees go weak for a few seconds.
Well not really a kid, he noticed. The boy looked to be about 16, 15 at youngest. His hair, which Kurapika guessed was dyed, gave off one of those colors that most people would argue over. Whether it was blue, silver, purple, and someone would probably bring up the color periwinkle.
'Fifteen or sixteen...That's considered a teenager.' his conscience battered him for his earlier thought.
"Shut up..." Kurapika growled to no one but himself. "You....I know what I meant." He couldn't believe he was arguing with himself. He switched his hands' position on the mop and bent over a bit so that he was ready to clear up the watery mess that the crew had brought in. "Hang on a sec...." a familiar voice called out. Plenty more sloshing along with some squeaking of rubber boots rubbing against the floor followed.Kurapika righted himself and shot a quick glance at the incomer. "Could you speed it up a bit, Mike*?"
"That depends..." The man growled in return. "What time is it?" The man said tilting his gaze so that he could look at Kurapika.
Mike looked to be about 5'7''. He had stubble across his cheeks along with some unkept sideburns. His eyes were hazel and dirty-blond hair protruded from the a hat that would probably be more suitable for a cab driver rather than the driver for an emergency vehicle. Kurapika shook his wrist a bit so that his watch was facing the right direction for reading. "2:57..." he said while looking over to see what Mike's reaction would be.
He gave a quick nod of satisfaction then stretched a bit. "Wish granted, receptionist." To most people, such a casual statement wouldn't be such an insult. However, Kurapika wasn't exactly fond of his job in the booth. He hadn't gone through two years of college to work in such a place. Rather then showing how upset he was he just tightened his grip on the mop and went to work cleaning up the mess, even though he could feel Mike smirking at him. Or maybe.. he was feeling something else.. during mid-mop-stroke his eyes wondered over to a window, where there was quite a sight to see.
A boy was standing outside, in the middle of the down-pour, with his left palm pressed up against the tinted window pane, and his face so close that whenever he exhaled, the breath of air fogged up the window. "H-hey...Mike..." Kurapika said while righting himself and turning to face the driver who was currently seated facing the opposite direction of the window. "Hm?" The driver said while trying to follow Kurapika's gaze to the window. "Recognize him?" Kurapika questioned. "I think so..." Mike said. "I think he rode in with the kid from earlier." he grunted a bit while he stood up. "I'll go see what he's up to." And with that, Mike strode outside, and the boy turned away from the window and ran over to Mike. Kurapika sighed a bit at nothing in particular.
Mike returned, looking a bit thoughtful, but there was no boy with him. For a second, Kurapika wanted to think 'Idiot, why didn't he bring him in with him?' but he could tell by the expression on Mike's face that he'd tried something along those lines already. Mike didn't pause to explain anything to him though, he walked straight over to the reception booth, and signed his name on the clipboard that Kurapika had been tapping on nearly a half-hour ago. Once he'd seen Kurapika's puzzled expression, he smirked a bit before grunting, "Shift's over." , under his breath so Kurapika had to strain to hear. Before Kurapika could question him he explained, "Kid said he's going to wait for his friend outside....Also said he'd get your floor wet if he came inside." he chuckled a bit before heading back outside where the boy was sitting on what must be a very wet bench. He mouthed something that looked along the lines of 'Good luck, Kid.' before the driver made his way to his own car and those tail lights disappeared into the darkness down the road.
TBC
Oooh.....cliff-hanger. Sorry for those of you who were expecting a big entrance for this chapter. Next one! I promise!! Again, I was a little too eager to post this one tonight, and it would go to far into the next chapter's plot if I went any farther. I put a little more work in this chapter....so I really hope it seems that way.
*Mike is pronounced the same way as the Zoldick [Killua's] family's guard dog. Something along the lines of Mih-Kay....
Disclaimer: I don't own the series or the characters of Hunter x Hunter. They belong to Yoshiro Togashi and the appropriate producers.
Reason: Mostly becuase there are so few Kurapika x Gon fanfictions.
Inspiration: One was "This corner of the World" at http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=638133. It's a great Sano x Kenshin fic. Another inspiration was I was in the hospital myself not too long ago, and that experience was fresh in my mind.
Symbols: 'thinking' -emphasis-
Other Information: It's an alternate universe [a poorly made one at that] that's supposed to resemble present day. In other words, there's little use of nen.
EDIT 12/ 27/ 03
Fixed all those errors in the Prologue and the ones in Chapter 1, too. ^^ Enjoy, the now error free chapters!
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The way tension hung in the air and mingled with the sharp smells of cleaning supplies. The way those two things had the ability to clog all your senses and throw you into a state of numbness. Especially in cases when there's nothing you can do. What are you supposed to say to someone who's lost their brother, sister, daughter, son, friend, or cousin? There's nothing to say. It's times like those I'm happy to be numb. Only when your numb, you tend to imagine feelings that aren't there, and that can make things harder. If you let it.
The other people that work here have a tendency to just look at the cases that are able to get through it. Cases like a birth with no defects or a sucessful operation. For me that's too hard. You start to imagine things that aren't there again.
'I should be satisfied though. I have the opportunity to live.' Kurapika thought to himself. 'That's more than what most the people in here can say..'
Kurapika tapped the pen he was holding on the small clipboard in front of him to some beat that he made up as he went along. He had no idea why he'd decided to take the graveyard shift toninght. Of course they weren't actually allowed to call it that here. It'd ruin the so-called serenity that they had here. His eyes darted over to the clock that hung on the left wall of the reception desk.
'2:30 am...Great. Pretty soon all the drag-racing-binge-drinkers will be coming in. Then they'll either sue the hospital, the bar, or the car dealership. Since it's obviously someone elses fault that their lives are screwed up.'
He couldn't remember when he got so bitter. It was probably around the time that he realized that people aren't nice to you just to be nice. 'They either want something from you or they're trying to make themselves feel less guilty.'
He was shaken from his thoughts when he heard the dull pounding coming from outside the automatic doors. He knew exactly what he'd see. While sighing at the sight he got up from the chair he'd been sitting in for the past two hours and pushed the numbers 6-3-7-9-1 in the key pad near the closed doors. The doors swung open swiftly and a man wearing a soaked khaki trench coat stumbled in and remained in a bent over position, panting in obvious fatigue.
"You're late again," the blonde said in a irratated tone. "and you forgot your key. What's wrong with you?"
The man was actually quite tall once he stood up. "Yeah....sorry about that....." he said as he pushed the sunglasses up the bridge of his nose. He was still gasping a bit. "My car's in the shop again, and I ended up chasing the bus all the way here instead of riding it."
Kurapica turned his back on the older man, "The driver was probably scared to pick up a man wearing a trench coat and sunglasses at 12:30 in the morning," he said while walking back over to the reception booth's door, "Let alone," opens door, "take him to the hospital. You should be more careful about what you decide to wear, Leorio." he said while sitting down in the chair in front of the computer. He looked up to see Leorio tapping imapatiently on the glass.
"What now?" Kurapika said impatiently through the rolling window that closely resembled something in a drive through. Leorio scratched his head in an embarrassed fashion. "You..uh..got an extra uniform here?" Kurapika blinked in pure surprise a few times before rolling the window closed again. "H-hey!! Wait a second!" Leorio called out only the word 'second' was muffled. There was plenty more muffled yelling until Kurapika finally got sick of it.
"-and I was just asking-" Leorio bellowed in an unnecessarily loud tone. He coughed a bit before continuing. "I just needed my white coat." he said in a nonchalant tone. Kurapica 'hmph'-ed a bit before pulling out a notepad and writing on it some simplified directions. Once he was finished he handed the note out the window to Leorio.
"You didn't have to write it out for me." Leorio said while blinking a bit at the yellow paper in his hand.
"Yes I did." the blonde said pointedly. "Because if I didn't you'd end up getting lost and waking up all of our patients, then once you finally made your way back here you'd ask me where it was all over again." and with that Kurapika rolled up the window, nearly catching Leorio's nose in the process. Leorio growled a bit and gave a few muffled complaints but other than that he was silent while stalking out of the waiting/reception room.
Kurapika leaned back a bit and glared at the unforgiving clock. The confrontation with Leorio had only taken 15 minutes. He sighed a bit, feeling a little guilty at the severe insult he'd given the older man. When they'd met, Leorio was all authority. Something that Kurapika wasn't fond of. He had no tolerance for someone who used their age or their title for respect. But after a short amount of time they were on a first name basis with each other, along with exchanging insults. He might even consider him as a friend. Maybe..
"If he'd just remember something for once...." the blond haired boy growled to himself.
He'd heard stories about Leorio from a girl who worked at reception. She was more than happy to tell him -all- the details. Leorio was probably the favorite doctor there for both children and adults. For the children, he was the fun doctor who had plenty of time to read to them before he left for home, help them off back to sleep after a nightmare when their parents weren't there, or help them make sure that the light was close enough that their stuffed animal wouldn't get scared. For the adults, he was always there for them to talk to...not to mention that he never came in holding a clip board and he had the strangest ability to remember everyone's name and something about them. He always has a sense of casuality around him. Sometimes so casual that it was hard to believe he was the head pediatrician.
Kurapika tossed a quick glance over at the doctors trench coat, which was currently dripping water all over the floor not to mention the chair he'd tossed it over. "Shit..." he ran over and scooped up the soaking coat then fumbling with the key pad to get outside and wring it out. Unfortunatly he didn't bother to stop and think why it was wet. It was a complete down-pour outside, and the small emergency room overhang wasn't providing any protection. "Idiot..." Kurapika said, partially about Leorio and partially to himself for running out into the rain without any thought at all. He left the coat in between the two sets of doors and strided back in making more of a mess than the coat had.
He was halfway through mopping up the water when he saw the red flashing lights out of the corner of his eye.
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A young boy was laying on his back with breathing mask strapped around his nose and mouth. A dark tanned hand gripped a much paler, limp one tightly.
+End of Prologue
+Chapter 1: Redemption of Regrets [part 1]
Author's Note: Alright, I got one review for the last chapter, and that was enough to fuel this one [my standards are very low you see]. Besides, I was told to hurry ^^. I made some easy mistakes on the last chapter. [like putting in the 'you are' form of you as 'your' for instance] I was too eager to put up the prologue that I didn't take too much time in proof-reading it. So, a deep apology for all you grammer fanatics. I also made Leorio seem a bit dull-witted , so again, sorry. I did a little redeeming though, right?
Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunter x Hunter series or the characters. So far, the only thing I own in this is the plot and the pairing too I guess, since I've never found another fic with the same pairing. Though I don't think anyone should -own- a pairing. So nevermind. Scratch the pairing.
Title Explanation: Why explain the title? Because I run into a lot of fics where the connection between the title and the plot have no connection at all, and it annoyed me. An Ill Requiem. Lets analyze each word ok?
An...... ok please tell me you know what this word means? Good.
Ill- check out the setting. hospital = sickness sickness = illness -ill- ness.
Requiem-for those of you that don't know, a Requiem has quite a few definitions.
1 It can be a remembrance for a deceased person.
2 Any grand musical composition, that's performed for a deceased person.
3 Rest; quiet; peace
Those are the ones that I've decided to use. [For those of you who are familiar with the Roman Catholic Church, you should know that in the beginning of a funeral mass, the words `Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine,' *Meaning 'Give eternal rest to them, O lord'* are said.
Symbols: //thought// -emphasis- *see bottom for special note
Reason: Because there are so few Gon x Kurapika fictions, and because this is the first project I've been even a -little- excited about.
Keh. I got a little carried away with the Author's note there. Sorry...again. [third time] Now, for the chapter!!
EDIT 12/ 27/ 03
Fixed all those errors in the Prologue and the ones in Chapter 1, too. ^^ Enjoy, the now error free chapters!
Chapter 1: Redemption of Regrets [part 1]
Kurapika was barely able to move the bucket, mop, and 'Wet Floor' sign before rushing over to the key pad and getting the door ready for the hospital's emergency crew. Whatever had happened, it looked horrible. The crew seemed to be in more of a hurry than usual, and that was saying something, after all, they were paid to be quick about what they did. The ambulance's driver hadn't even taken the time to back the ambulance in the right way so that the back doors were facing the E.R's doors. He'd just turned in as quickly as he could, which was enough to give whoever was sitting in the back whip-lash. Kurapika tightened his grip on the mop he'd been holding. The scene seemed way too familiar. He strained to see through both the tinted glass windows and the rain that was splattering against them. He silently begged that it was just his imagination... and that it would turn out to be some adult or teenager that really deserved whatever fate that had all the crew so worked up.
//Such a bitter thought...// His conscience nagged at him. Kurapika ignored it. Tried to anyway. That was a voice that he hadn't stopped to listen to in a long time. Another thing that heightened the anxiety he was already feeling.
The blonde strained to see what... or who rather... was coming out of the ambulance, a nearly impossible task considering how the ambulance was facing. A few moments after he'd given up trying to see who was coming in through the windows, the whole crew burst in through the solid emergency doors. Two of the nine on the crew [not including the driver ] ran forward to open the door leading to a corridor full of open examination rooms. One person had been holding open the first set of doors leading into the hospital, and two more held open the second set. The other three were running one of the hospitals portable beds toward the corridor. One on the right side, one on the left, and one behind the bed. The bed...which held....
A kid.
Kurapika felt his knees go weak for a few seconds.
Well not really a kid, he noticed. The boy looked to be about 16, 15 at youngest. His hair, which Kurapika guessed was dyed, gave off one of those colors that most people would argue over. Whether it was blue, silver, purple, and someone would probably bring up the color periwinkle.
'Fifteen or sixteen...That's considered a teenager.' his conscience battered him for his earlier thought.
"Shut up..." Kurapika growled to no one but himself. "You....I know what I meant." He couldn't believe he was arguing with himself. He switched his hands' position on the mop and bent over a bit so that he was ready to clear up the watery mess that the crew had brought in. "Hang on a sec...." a familiar voice called out. Plenty more sloshing along with some squeaking of rubber boots rubbing against the floor followed.Kurapika righted himself and shot a quick glance at the incomer. "Could you speed it up a bit, Mike*?"
"That depends..." The man growled in return. "What time is it?" The man said tilting his gaze so that he could look at Kurapika.
Mike looked to be about 5'7''. He had stubble across his cheeks along with some unkept sideburns. His eyes were hazel and dirty-blond hair protruded from the a hat that would probably be more suitable for a cab driver rather than the driver for an emergency vehicle. Kurapika shook his wrist a bit so that his watch was facing the right direction for reading. "2:57..." he said while looking over to see what Mike's reaction would be.
He gave a quick nod of satisfaction then stretched a bit. "Wish granted, receptionist." To most people, such a casual statement wouldn't be such an insult. However, Kurapika wasn't exactly fond of his job in the booth. He hadn't gone through two years of college to work in such a place. Rather then showing how upset he was he just tightened his grip on the mop and went to work cleaning up the mess, even though he could feel Mike smirking at him. Or maybe.. he was feeling something else.. during mid-mop-stroke his eyes wondered over to a window, where there was quite a sight to see.
A boy was standing outside, in the middle of the down-pour, with his left palm pressed up against the tinted window pane, and his face so close that whenever he exhaled, the breath of air fogged up the window. "H-hey...Mike..." Kurapika said while righting himself and turning to face the driver who was currently seated facing the opposite direction of the window. "Hm?" The driver said while trying to follow Kurapika's gaze to the window. "Recognize him?" Kurapika questioned. "I think so..." Mike said. "I think he rode in with the kid from earlier." he grunted a bit while he stood up. "I'll go see what he's up to." And with that, Mike strode outside, and the boy turned away from the window and ran over to Mike. Kurapika sighed a bit at nothing in particular.
Mike returned, looking a bit thoughtful, but there was no boy with him. For a second, Kurapika wanted to think 'Idiot, why didn't he bring him in with him?' but he could tell by the expression on Mike's face that he'd tried something along those lines already. Mike didn't pause to explain anything to him though, he walked straight over to the reception booth, and signed his name on the clipboard that Kurapika had been tapping on nearly a half-hour ago. Once he'd seen Kurapika's puzzled expression, he smirked a bit before grunting, "Shift's over." , under his breath so Kurapika had to strain to hear. Before Kurapika could question him he explained, "Kid said he's going to wait for his friend outside....Also said he'd get your floor wet if he came inside." he chuckled a bit before heading back outside where the boy was sitting on what must be a very wet bench. He mouthed something that looked along the lines of 'Good luck, Kid.' before the driver made his way to his own car and those tail lights disappeared into the darkness down the road.
TBC
Oooh.....cliff-hanger. Sorry for those of you who were expecting a big entrance for this chapter. Next one! I promise!! Again, I was a little too eager to post this one tonight, and it would go to far into the next chapter's plot if I went any farther. I put a little more work in this chapter....so I really hope it seems that way.
*Mike is pronounced the same way as the Zoldick [Killua's] family's guard dog. Something along the lines of Mih-Kay....