Neon Nostrade slept soundly in her expansive mansion, completely oblivious to the danger that lurked just a few feet away from the blue-haired girl. Kurapika fed his chains through his clenched fingertips as he struggled to keep his rage from exploding outwards unto his boss. His eyes did not find themselves starting at the feminine form in the large bed, rather they locked onto the large case containing the girl's sickening perversions. The closed wardrobe called out to him, begging to have the Kurta rip the door off its hinges and expose the filth inside. Finally, the young man quietly rose from his chair, his conjured chains silently danced across his body. Reaching the wardrobe he braced himself as he carefully opened the terrible shrine.
The Scarlet eyes of his clan once more met his gaze. Four eyes of his brethren floated in their singular tubes, their bloodshot gazes never breaking eyesight. Kurapika swallowed as he felt the urge to turn around and let out his emotion on the flesh collected that slept ever so peacefully.
He felt Emperor Time activate, his life was on the clock once more, new strength flooded into his body. The strength he had always craved, the strength of control, the strength to bring his comrades home to their remote village. The strength to make him feel whole once more.
His legs moved by themselves and soon he faced down the feminine outline in the expensive bedspread. The faint light of the New Moon shown on her face. Neon Nostrade, a girl who proved on the suffering of others to sate her sick cravings for parts of the body. She didn't care what had happened to those parts, who they once were apart of, how they ended up in her wardrobe. He found her very existence insulting, as she was the reason his people had been slaughtered. Their eyes ripped from their heads to be sold as useless baubles to rich psychopaths.
His breathing fluctuated wildly as his hands tensed as they knew what the irrational young man began to think. How if he just planted a hand around her neck and squeezed. He could kill her silently, grab the eyes, and be out of the mansion before Melody realized what had happened to the boss's heartbeat.
Kurapika's once impenetrable will began to fade as he gave into temptation. His chained hand broke free from his loyalty for a moment and wrapped itself around the boss's neck. Neon's eyes shot open as a wild panic fell over her body, her feeble ren, brought on by fear, could not hold to Kurapika's bloodlust. Neon's screamed escaped as only a whimper as she looked into the dead scarlet eyes of her bodyguard. Her limbs fell to the bedspread tired and unable to budge the Kurta's steel grip. Darkness began to creep in on the girl's vision.
At that moment Basho burst through the door, followed closely by Melody. Their eyes widened as they found an empty room, full of the clues of a panicked escape. Neon was unconscious on the cold marble floor, having been pinned by a wardrobe full of body parts she had collected over the years. Mummy limbs, strands of hair in small tubed containers, but one major display was missing. Four scarlet eyes.
Outside Kurapika nursed a broken leg from his two-story jump, but the pain was all he felt, no pleasure, no fulfillment in the recovery of his brethren. His mind raced as to why, after all this time, after everything he had done to gain the power to fulfill his ultimate tasks, WHY DID HE FEEL NOTHING?! Kurapika's rage began to fade as shouting became audible from the bedroom above. Light Nostrade's voice carried throughout the mansion grounds. "I WANT AN A CLASS BOUNTY ON THAT BASTARD NOW!" Kurapika spurred into action as the yelling subsided. Gritting his teeth he clutched the eyes to his chest and began to limp away. He Nen jumped the fence and landed on his injured limb. Pain raced through his body as he collapsed onto the road spilling the eyes out of his chest and onto the asphalt where the glass containers shattered.
Kurapika pushed the pain back as he crawled to his brethren hoping to save them from those who would harm them. As the desperate teenager struggled for the eyes, the clouds above him began to burst. Frigid sheets of sleet assaulted him as he racked his nails across the freezing concrete. His brethren were freezing without him, and his will to save them doubled. His will be damned as he felt himself run out of energy just a few inches away from his brethren, his body fell flat against the road as he began to tear up, he had trained so hard to save them, but he failed at the first attempt.
But then something happened. He felt strong hands take him and lift him to his knees. The vengeful child's eyes widened as his tribe stood before him. He could recognize them all. All in the flesh. One offered his hand, to help Kurapika off the road. Kurapika took the hand and was pulled into a warm embrace by his people.
Kurapika's corpse was found the next day, blue from the frigid winter night. Dark unhealthy blood stuck to the road in a puddle surrounding the Blacklist Hunter's Cadaver. His clothes were ripped and mangled, his chest bruised and bloody. The cause of death was deemed to be a car collision to his torso. Despite the fact of what the Kurta did in his last moments, the Nostrade family buried him in a remote location. Despite what he did, Light Nostrade still owed the Kurta for all he did during the disastrous auction. The funeral was brief and impactful. Soon Melody would find the Kurta's land and have his body reburied with his people.
(A quick little thing from a much different view of Kurapika, one we don't get to see too often. Total time: Roughly 1 hour and a half)