White Kit Rose here! This is sort of my entrance back into the fanfic community, an' hopefully not my last appearance here. This happens to be my first Hunter x Hunter fic, since I've just recently been able to get enough info to even attempt a one-shot. Hopefully this won't disappoint the seasoned Hunter x Hunter fans, or anyone who has read my work before. Fic inspired by an image in my mind, an' hopefully the beginning of a series of these. R&R would be greatly appreciated!

One-shot, Kura-POV, Drabble-ish

Disclaimer: I do not own; nor claim to own Hunter x Hunter or any of it's characters.


I am surviving.

I am the last.

I am alone, but not lonely.

I still remember.

I remember our prayer. Our lives; our purpose.

I remember the names, my kin, my heart.

I stay determined to face the future, even confronted by the past.

Death is not what I fear.

Fearful is not what I am; not who I am.

Laughter has nearly been forgotten, a smile graceful upon my frowned lips.

Ignorant I am not to those I've named friends.

I often listen, to their voices.

Their voices, echoing through my mind.

My mind, which forever reminisces, calculates, criticizes.

Criticizes my every movement, every tactic, every fiber of my being.

I scold myself for every misplaced thought, every mistake.

Mistakes I've carried since childhood.

Since days among my tribe. Before and after.

I am regretful.

I am atoning.

I am a Kuruta.

I am…Kurapika.