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.
