Vowed Vengence

by GW

disclaimer: I do not own HxH or anything used in this story... Don't sue me pls...

After retrieving Gon and Killua from the Genei Ryodan, Kurapika fainted after telling Leorio and the others that the battle between him and the Spider had just begun.

Chapter 1: Review of a Dark past

Everybody in the room seems to be tired. The clock finally strikes twelve yet everyone is still awake, waiting for Kurapika to wake up. Extreme silence enveloped the room until Gon broke the monotony. "He's moving!...."

His eyes slid open. white light blinded him for a second, then the white painted ceiling appear before his sight. "where am I?" Kurapika asked as if he was not considering question.

Leorio stared at Kurapika, he was studying if the young boy had already recovered. "You're in our hotel room..." replied Killua for nobody seem to answer Kurapika's query. " You do not have any rest since you came to Yorkshin..... You should take a rest, it'd be good for you."

Kurapika tend to move but the rest of his body seems to be paralyzed. "I think it would be better if we leave him alone and let him rest." Gon stated, Killua just nodded.

"We'll be back by daybreak," said Leorio while turning away. " I hope you already feel better by then...."

As the door closes behind Leorio, Kurapika's deep blue eyes slid shut. "I can hear them, the grief sound of their suffering...." the steady silence is being disturbed by the continuous ticking of the clock.

The golden haired hunter tried to push himself from the bed. Dense fog covers the rest of the room. As Kurapika grasps his way, the fog becomes thicker and thicker.

"What is this place?" Kurapika muttered while staring at obviously familiar scenery. Sea green meadows whose grasses sway along with the wind, plains enriched with fertile soil where wild berries grow. A paradise embraced at the arms of the huge mountain rages of Rukuso.

As the fog slightly vanishes, the peeping sunlight starts to touch the young warrior's porcelain face. The smooth breeze brushes his straight blonde hair back. The prairie calls for his presence.

"Ne Gon, is it really alright to leave Kurapika alone?" Killua said briefly. Gon nodded in reply to Killua and answered after a while. "Sometimes we need to be all by ourselves to think, think of the things we like to do or the like." "Yeah, yeah...." Killua interrupted "I'm sleepy, lets go to bed! oyasumi nasai!" (Yawning)

The sound of shrill voices catches Kurapika's attention.

"Got 'ya! Ha!"

"Hey, that's unfair!"

"You shouldn't be moving like that! Fight like a warrior…you move like a girl!"

"What?!!! Don't you ever say that again!!!!"

What he just saw was a picture of two children about 10-12 years of age, sparring with each other. One of them is fair in complexion, slightly built body that he can say not fat nor thin. He wears a red silky upper garment and dirty white pants whose design resembles that of a noble clan. He is slightly taller than the other one and whose hair is reddish brown in color.

"Kuru," that was the way he calls his friend, as he is fond of pet naming. "Would you mind if we go outside tomorrow?" said the yellow haired boy, which resembles Kurapika a lot.

"Why not? I have no lessons tomorrow." Kurumi replied with a smile.

"Master Kurumi, I think Kurapika must go now. Its time for your lesson in music." Ozuki, a man of 40's, tall and slender, having the qualities of a good adviser, alleged the two boys.

"And I have things to do too!" Kurapika added before waving goodbye to his friend.

Kurumi released a deep sigh. "I wonder why time runs so fast whenever I'm with him."

"Its because you enjoy his company." Ozuki replied. "Both of you doesn't notice that time passes."

"Ozuki, you won't believe it, he's so smart!" Kurumi stated. The adviser just nodded.

"If you teach him something, he can catch up very quickly!" Kurumi breathlessly exclaimed.

"You really like him, don't you."

"Uhuh!" he nodded.

The next day:

"Ah, fresh air . . .. " said Kurumi while inhaling.

"Yes…."

"4th of April, what a remarkable day!"

"What? Is it April 4 today? " Asked Kurapika with surprise.

"Yes …" Kurumi said while holding a pair of red sparkling gems "Happy birthday…"

Kurapika smiled. "Thank you. But I think I cannot accept that. Those earrings are the symbol that you are the successor of our tribe leader. That's not suited for me."

"If you're going to ask me," Kurumi said while staring at the clear blue skies, "If being a heir can only be passed," Kurapika stared at him. "I want you to be the next leader."

"What?" Kurapika seems that he can hardly control to laugh. "Me, the next leader?" And bursts with laughter. "You're crazy!"

Kurumi's face is blushing. "How dare you laugh at me!" then started chasing Kurapika to the vast meadow.

Kurapika's eyes opened, touched his left earring. "I've got to do something for him."

From the mountain, smoke can be seen coming from the village.

"The tribe!" Kurapika ran as fast as he could. "Something must have happened…"

Suddenly, everything turned black.

"I can't see. What happened?"

All that he can see is a blurry image in the midst of the darkness. It was the tribe! Bloodied bodies with empty sockets!

Kurapika screamed while reaching the corpses. "Kuurrrruuuu …"

Kurapika opened his eyes and saw his hand stretched against the plain white ceiling. He sat on his bed. "That dream … where was I when they eradicated my tribe?! Why I wasn't able to protect them?!" Tears start to flood Kurapika's eyes, wet his eyelashes and fell gently on his cheeks.

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GW: to the reviewers of chained, thank you, yomi and yakutsu??? [can't remember... nn; ]

I'll temporarily remove the fic, CHAINED, for changes, thanks for your concern...

And I'll appreciate anyone who will review this fic...