"Killua… Killua, wake up!" the black haired boy tried to stir his friend.
The boy has been sleeping for half an hour after the incident. Whether the spirit is still active, they couldn't tell.
"Kurapika," Leorio addressed the blond hunter, "It'd be better if we inform the inn keeper about this…"
The blond boy nodded, "Take Gon with you, I'll take care of Killua…"
The two passed the kitchen door without looking back, leaving Killua lying on Kurapika's lap. Leorio and Gon made their way to the hall leading to the first door before the entrance of the inn.
Gon knocked at the door when they arrived. "Obasan, open the door please!", the young lad begged. There was no answer. "Obasan! Please open the door, something happened to Killua!"
"Gon, looks like we need to break open this door." Leorio seriously muttered.
"B-but", Gon protested, but it's too late for Leorio has started to nudge the door open.
"No use, it won't budge! Let's head back!" Leorio shouted while pulling Gon with him.
Kurapika tried to busy himself thinking of a way to eradicate the spirit that possessed his friend. Though he is concerned, he cannot erase in mind that Killua made this trouble in the first place. Suddenly, Killua started to move. For security purposes, Kurapika somewhat tightened the chain he wound around Killua.
"Hey, that hurts!", Killua protested, "You don't wanna kill me, do you?"
Kurapika was thinking whether to free his friend or not. He stared at the kid, he's still asleep with his body moving like he was awake. Then he felt a warm stream gush down his neck, crimson like the organic rubies of his tribe. He tried to use his holy chain, but it's too late. He fell down, lying on his own blood.
Onichan… Oniiichannnn… A young goldilocks called out.
"Niji? That was Niji's voice!", he thought. Kurapika turned back to take a glance at the familiar voice. There she was, a girl about seven years of age, having long blond hair and clear blue eyes. Kurapika smiled, he always does when he sees her.
Niji, Iris, those were not her real name, he just calls her that way for she is the goddess of the rainbow, according to him. Whenever she shows up, the gray sky turns to blue. She was the angel that this warrior has vowed to protect.
Onichan come, I'll show you something… she came calling again.
"Coming…" the lad shouted as he run his way towards the young girl.
Kurapika has lost sight of her for she was a fast runner. He tried to look for her and arrived at the margin of the blessed river. She was sitting there, waiting for him.
Onichan, why are you always delayed when I call on you?
She never asks questions like that the elder thought before he responds, "Why did you ask that?" He then sat beside his younger sister, facing the languidly flowing river.
Last time, I was begging you to come home… You didn't come…
"Sorry, maybe I was busy…"
I was calling for you Onichan, I was calling for help…
The hunter was shocked. He turned to look at his sister. She was now walking along the bank of the river, moving away from him. Kurapika followed her.
"Kurayume! Yume!" it has been a while since he last called her by her real name.
When the young girl was half submerged into the water, Kurapika felt a familiar feeling of uneasiness. A feeling of loosing her, again…
"KURAYUME!"
He ran towards his sister, ignoring the sticky feel of the water. He swam towards her, but she seems to diverge. When he looked down, he realized that the crystal blue water was now strawberry red, stained with blood.
Brother… Where were you when they killed me?
Where were you when I was calling you?
The girl looked at him with her sockets, hollow and bleeding. Her face was lacking expression due to the lost of her orbs, her sapphire blue jewels. Kurapika cannot move, nor retaliate, for he was half buried with agony and guilty verdict towards himself.
You were the one who killed me Onichan…
You escaped alone, leaving me and our tribe behind…
"NOOOOOOOO…"
His answer echoed down to the empty chambers in his heart.