Rain
by: arietis
chapter: 2
note: yup I updated =) this chapter was written quite a while ago but I just can't seem to find the time to finish it so I just cut it off and make it into a short chapter. I haven't received the corrected chapter from my proofreader yet so you may find a lot of wrong spelling/grammar but I feel guilty not updating for so long so I put this up anyway.
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It's raining again, is it the fifteenth or the sixteenth times it rain? He doesn't keep count anymore but that's how long he has been here. Unconsciously, his arm stretch out, reaching for the pouring droplets but all hope was cut short when his hand come in contact with a transparent barrier. He sigh, resting his head against the icy wall, the cold spread quickly, driving out the lingering warm and claims the side of his face as its new territory.
Little by little, the cold air engulfs him, stripping away the heat emitted from his body. His hands felt numb as he watch his breath clouded the glass and blurred the image of the city, making it look as thought he was staring at an aged painting of a strange town in an eerie fairytale-like state.
A hand touched the side of his face; the rough calluses caress the cold surface of his skin. He tilted his head and leaned in closer to the warm.
"It's cold in here."
"You always turn off the heat."
He heard a sigh, the warm touch was taken away just as sudden as it come. Kuroro never make a sound when he comes home and he seems to dislike rain and cold air.
"You don't like the cold?"
"No"
"Are you cold?"
"Yes"
He reach up, standing on his toes and pull kuroro into an embrace.
"Body heat won't work when you are colder than the one you try to warm up."
"Oh"
He pouted in disappointment and let go of the taller one but strong hands pulled him back into a tight hug upon seeing his frown. It's warm.
"You will have a flu if you keep turn the heat off."
"I like cold air."
What the hell is happening to him? Did someone cut out part of his brain or did the damn thing have rot like the half-eaten apple he found a few days ago? Well, he must have dropped that apple when falling asleep while reading sometime ago but he couldn't just drop his brain out. By the way, how does your brain fall out if your skull isn't crack open? Will it flown through your noses or your ears? A visual image was immediately formed in his mind to inform him of what would happen. He feels the hairs at the base of his neck rise up. Now, that's disgusting! He hates how his brain works sometime.
What the heck is it that makes him hold his enemy? 'You will have a flu if you keep turn the heat off.' why did he said that? It not like he care if the blonde does get the flu. In fact, it not like that blonde is weak; he's strong enough to kill a man of steel like Ubo, yes strong enough to kill one of his friends.
the mere thought of the contact he has made with kurapika disgust him, one just doesn't go around holding onto their enemy for warm, no matter how cold it is--or how much pity they felt toward that certain enemy.-- He shook his head, no he doesn't feel pity for the blond, he hate that kid's gut, hate that arrogant brat.
Yes, it was definitely not pity. Kuroro Lucifer doesn't has those kind of feeling, not toward the outsiders anyway, well he may fake it a lot but never once did he really mean it. Perhaps it was his ever strong appetite for flirting that makes him do so. Kurapika look like a girl anyway, a weak one too, so that must have been the reason behind his action.
"You really should put your shirt on."
Being pulled back from his endless train of thought, he turn around to look at the owner of that soft husky voice. Kurapika, despite having a very feminine figure and a feature that would be envy by numerous girls have a voice that somehow define against the high pitched or sweet whisper most people would think he had. In contrary, he has a husky tone which is no where near feminine and always makes you think of a trustworthy man upon hearing.
Clear blue eyes fixed on him; trust this kid to never break eyes contact during any kind of conversation. He sighs, maybe he really does think too much for his own good. See, he even forgot to put his shirt on after the shower all due to thinking.
"Do you want me to go get your pants too?"
What? He even forgets his pants? He looks down, shocked. Damn his brain.
Thank good god, is there really a god? The dark trouser is there, covering what he's expected to see, not that he want to see it.
A soft snicker, it gets louder, a chair was pushed back and footsteps echoes in a hurry to escape amiss the growing laugh.
"Damn It, I'm Gonna Skin You Alive You Little Brat."