A/N: Man, this got sad in the middle there. I'm sorry. Some heavy topics shall be discussed. You've been warned. Also, sorry I haven't updated in two months, but I'd say the important part is that I beat Togashi in returning. But honestly, most people can win against Togashi in that department.

Warnings: Sorta rated M?

Locking of the Heart

Chapter 19: Of Dreams and Of Links

Kurapika heaved a breath of relief as she collapsed on her bed. A month had passed since she'd started training Rohan, and it's about as exhausting as you'd imagine. It could be that Kurapika just wasn't teacher material, but she didn't recall it being this difficult when she was tutoring her friends.

"Miss Kurapika!" The door slammed open. Rohan walked through with the determination of a Gon all over her face and a textbook in her hands. "I have a question."

She always did. Kurapika stifled a groan and sat up in bed.

"Rohan," another voice interrupted. Nico appeared behind the girl, a hand on her shoulder. "You have two teachers, remember? Kurapika's worn out for today, so let her sleep."

Rohan did so, and Nico gave Kurapika a thumbs up before letting the door shut behind him. Kurapika fell back on the bed, breathing a sigh of relief. She let herself sink into the soft mattress and relish in the sensation of her muscles relaxing bit by bit.

Finally, she thought, taking in the scent of fresh linen.

"Kurapika!" Basho suddenly rushed in. "We spotted a few spies on the edges of the estate grounds. They might be here to kidnap Rohan."

The woman pursed her lips. Of course, it wouldn't last. Her naps never did. "Get rid of them, then."

"Like, get rid get rid? Or, just get rid?" he asked, with uncertainty lacing his voice.

"We're a part of the mafia, aren't we?" the Kurta replied, coolly, her back still turned away. Perhaps, if she faced the other way long enough he'd take a hint and let her sleep.

"Well, yeah, but you always seemed like, I dunno, nobler?"

Not when she hadn't slept properly in two weeks. She wasn't Gon, she didn't have an unlimited supply of energy at her disposal.

For a second more, Kurapika entertained the thought of leaving this to her fellow co-workers. A mixture of anxiety and resignation later, and Kurapika was back up on her feet. She'd been a fool to think sleeping through the night for once was a possibility.

. . .

The spies were hiding in the bushes like a bunch of amateurs. Either that or they wanted to be found. As they approached the intruders, Kurapika focused her Nen around her eyes, certain that no one could be this foolish, but it was already too late.

"Basho, behind you!" she called, ducking just in time to avoid a punch in her direction. It was like they had cloaked themselves in En. They were completely invisible without Gyo. What a bother. She had hoped they weren't Nen users.

The two of them evaded attacks left and right, finding barely enough time to take control of the offense. Kurapika pursed her lips. If she let the one about to punch her on the right succeed, she could use that moment to get closer to him.

"Guess we should've brought more people," Basho commented, sounding rather impressed. Kurapika suppressed the urge to chide him for his admiration of the enemy. She didn't want to waste her breath.

She grabbed the one who had punched her, flipping him over with enough impact to knock him out. The En wore off, and he was left lying there with his face in the dirt. Basho whistled.

"Knocked him out good, huh?"

There was still at least a dozen more attacking her alone. Basho had about half of that. It appeared that they were targeting her in particular. Goodness, she could use Chrollo's help right now. He probably had an ability in his book that would be useful right about now. She just wanted to sleep, goddammit. It took half of her energy supply – which wasn't that large to begin with – just to stay on her feet.

Another punch right to her spine almost sent her crumbling, but she managed to use the momentum to switch places with her attacker. Oh, but her spine was definitely bruised now. She hoped she hadn't dislocated anything. It was hard to tell with all the adrenaline rushing through her, numbing the pain.

"I think that's the last of them," she sighed, toppling over the twelfth intruder. "Though, I doubt any of these guys are the ones with that Hatsu technique. We need to find him as soon as possible, otherwise, he'll cause trouble."

"That's unlike you," Basho commented, as the woman struggled to keep her eyes open. She was dozing off in the middle of the forest.

"What?" she managed, putting a hand to her forehead.

"You just assumed the Hatsu owner's gender. You never do that. It's always 'oh, you should never profile the suspect as any category in particular because you might form an unconscious bias towards people who fit your ideal' and stuff."

She supposed that was true, but her head didn't quite process his words enough for a sturdy, Kurapika-like reply, so she just gave him a sleepy, blank stare.

"Maybe we should get you to bed," Basho suggested, eyeing her warily.

Right, bed. Kurapika moved to turn in the direction of the mansion, and it was then that her body finally put its foot down and the world went dark.

. . .

"Kurapika." She felt a hand on her cheek, a thumb stroking the spot right under her eye. "Love, wake up."

"Mum?" she asked, reaching up to take the other woman's hand. "How are you . . ." Ah, this was a dream. Yuka wasn't really there.

"Bit off a little more than you could chew again, huh, little Miss Kurapika?" her mother chided, poking her forehead. She sat at her bedside, dressed in her red and gold tribal clothing, and smiling like she wasn't really dead. Kurapika's eyes scanned the compartment she was lying in. This was . . . her old house. Her childhood bedroom, the one that had been burned down when the Phantom Troupe massacred them. The walls were maple wood painted over in that horrible shade of red she had chosen as a child. A meticulously crafted desk stood by the window, covered in oodles of books, ranging from fairy tales to astrophysics. Near her bed was a nightstand, with a handful of picture frames. Most of them with her parents and Pairo. There was one that struck her as quite odd, however, and upon further inspection, she realized it was an engagement photograph. And not just any engagement photograph, it was hers.

She stood there, next to a young man with dark hair the color of roasted chestnuts. They were both smiling, though his grin was far wider than her own. He was handsome, tall and slim with a pretty face and tanned skin, though clearly no match for someone like, say, Chrollo, for example.

It took her awhile, but she eventually placed his face with a name and a title. He was the son of an Elder that ruled over another clan a few miles away from the Kurtas. They were the only normal humans they ever bothered dealing with on a larger scale. Kurapika remembered meeting the boy once and thinking he was quite the arrogant sod. She'd been around eleven back then, two years before the massacre and she had no idea how violently her world would be shaken.

Now, why the hell was she marrying an arrogant sod? For goodness' sake, she'd take Pairo over this shit.

"Your betrothed is waiting for you in the garden," her mother chirped, a mischievous smirk growing on her lips. "I think there's something he wants to give you."

Kurapika lifted herself off of the bed, navigated her way through the rest of the familiar house, and found her 'betrothed' standing in the garden. The flower and vegetable beds looked as well maintained as ever, the result of many hours of fussing from her mother and father. The man she was to marry stood near the rose bushes, and he'd noticed her. A smile made its way to his face, growing wider as she approached, but all she felt was unease. He wasn't Chrollo. That was enough to make he want to punch him for believing he could ever take his place. What was she saying? Chrollo wasn't her husband. He wasn't even her boyfriend. He was just . . . something meandering in the middle. A friend that wanted intimacy. Dear God, had she put Chrollo in the friend zone?

"You look beautiful," he complimented, tucking a strand of golden hair behind her ear. "My love. Are you alright? You seem tired."

"I'm fine," she replied, flatly. The man said nothing of her stoic nature.

"Kurapika," he whispered, coming closer to her and cupping her face. Kurapika off-handedly wondered why her dream was making her be all warm and cuddly with this fellow when she had a perfectly good Chrollo to dream about. Sure, in real life, she'd feel guilty if this was Chrollo, and for a variety of reasons. For one thing, he might've been manipulated but he still massacred her family, and their blood was still on his hands. For another, she still really cared for the man, and taking on an on-off relationship with him all of a sudden would be cruel. She couldn't just go to him whenever she was feeling lonely.

But this was a dream and it didn't count.

"I know that I'm not who you imagined when your parents told you they had found someone for you to marry. But, I also think I'm better than a man that's never coming back," he said.

Kurapika froze. Right, if there hadn't been a massacre, they probably never would've reunited. Chrollo wouldn't care to find her again. She would give up on searching for him. And she'd come back to live her ordinary life in the Village. Because really, where else would a Scarlet-eyed demon be welcome?

No. She couldn't think like that. She couldn't think of the massacre as anything other than pure evil. Nothing good came of it.

"I do love you," he whispered, kissing her forehead. She was still frozen. "And I think you will, too. In time."

Kurapika felt her heart fall, her stomach churning. She worried she might wake up and vomit. The thought of a life like this, as peaceful as it might've been, made her feel so confined. Once, it might've suited her. Once, after she'd seen her fill of the world, and turned away at the thought of all the evil in it, thinking she'd prefer her quiet little Village. But now, she couldn't even imagine it without having a slight panic overtake her.

"Darling," he said, plucking one of the roses from the bush. One hand took hold of her wrist, and he placed the rose between the fingers, careful not to let them brush against the thorns.

She looked down at the vibrant red of the petals, a color that reminded her of her own Scarlet Eyes. Of her family's Scarlet Eyes. A droplet of water landed on the flower, but there was no rain.

Tears had begun to flow down her cheeks, guilt and sorrow mixed in with some of the anger she used to have so much of. She gripped the stem with both hands, and this time the barbs sunk in. There was blood trailing down her fingers now, but she didn't want to let go. She didn't want to lose anything else. If she held on, she wouldn't lose anything else.

. . .

She roused with a shaky breath. Her vision was blurry, though if it was from waking up or from the dream, she wasn't sure. She sat up in her bed. There were several other people there, crowding around the bed. Nico paced around the room, though he seemed to do it out of boredom rather than stress. Neon and Rohan were the closest to her bedside, and so noticed her state of consciousness first. Their hands were intertwined, and their shoulders side-to-side. All-in-all, far too close to be appropriate in Kurapika's eyes. Basho sat on the floor, grimly, flipping through his phone. And Chrollo, who was sitting in one of the chairs without a care in the world. The moonlight caught in his hair, illuminated his pale face, and made him look equally sinister and beautiful in the expensive suit he was clothed in.

"Kurapika!" Neon said, taking her hand. "Are you alright? How are you feeling?"

Nico pushed Neon aside, and got in Kurapika's face. He took her shoulders and shook. "Kurapika, I am your interim boss. When I tell you to go the hell to sleep, you go to sleep, not run off to take down two dozen spies."

"Sorry," Kurapika replied, her voice hoarse and thick with the tears she shed during her dream.

"Are you alright?" Nico asked, eyebrows strewn together in concern.

"Yeah." She put a hand to her forehead. "Had a dream. Thorns. I'd rather not say."

"Thorns?" Nico repeated, and the grip on her shoulders tightened. "Did you prick yourself on any of them."

Kurapika pushed him away. "Yeah, what of it?"

Nico shook his head, disappointed. "Am I the only one who has any knowledge of dream interpretations?" He pointed at her, his face more serious than ever before, with no trace of that characteristic smirk of his. "You, my dear, are going to get laid."

She pulled the comforter out from underneath him, and the man elegantly rolled off the bed and onto the floor.

"Ow," he complained, massaging the back of his head. "I'm just being honest. That's what thorns mean. Your sexual desires are about to come to fruition." He glanced at Chrollo with mischief in his eyes. "And I think we all know what that entails."

Chrollo didn't respond, but Neon threw her slipper at him. "Nico, stop being so uncouth! Honestly, how can you even say something like that! You're so gross!"

"But, Neon!" he whined. "They need this. It'll do them good."

The book in Chrollo's hand snapped close, and everyone turned to him as if waiting to receive orders from their dearly beloved monarch. He stood up, looming over them all.

"I suggest you leave now," Chrollo said, sitting down next to her. She blanched. Didn't he know this would only deepen Nico's suspicions? "Kurapika needs some time to herself."

"See, told you," Nico whispered, as Basho took the initiative and led them away. "They need this."

"I think what Kurapika needs right now is some rest," Basho rebuked, acting rather unlike himself. Perhaps, he felt guilty for dragging her out of bed in the middle of the night. As he should.

The door closed behind them, and Kurapika was left in Chrollo's hands again.

"What did you dream about?" Chrollo asked, softly, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

"Chrollo," she started, unsure of how to continue. "I . . . did my parents ever tell you something about an arranged marriage?"

"Arranged marriage?" he repeated, eyes narrowing. He pursed his lips as he tried to remember. And yes, it was cute. Kurapika could still silently admire these moments, alright? "Ah, once, perhaps. On the night before I left."

"Really?" she asked, sitting up straighter and turning to face him fully.

"I might've gotten a little bit angry when they told me," Chrollo continued, a fond smile playing on his face. Chrollo had been close with her parents during his stay in the Kurta Clan. They were like another set of parents to him, ones that wouldn't abandon him. "It was like they were asking if they could sell my little sister to some guy, not even knowing how he'll treat you. I couldn't stand the thought. Stuff like that happened all the time back home, and the results were hardly ever healthy. You were still so young, too. I might've been okay with it if they decided to wait until you were older and had enough sense to understand what was happening."

Her heart raced and she wasn't sure why. "What do you mean?" Surely, they weren't planning on giving her up so soon.

"They were planning on marrying off by the time you were twelve," he explained. "Your mother didn't seem too thrilled at the idea, but the Elder insisted. Don't worry, though. I convinced them to reconsider."

"How?" The Elder was nearly as stubborn as Kurapika herself. It was hard to move him as a member of the Kurta Clan, nevermind as an outsider from Meteor City of all places.

Chrollo laughed a bit, running a hand through his hair sheepishly. "I might have told them I'd take you with me if they didn't agree to wait until you were at least sixteen. I wanted to go for eighteen, but they wouldn't budge. We signed a contract and it was set in stone. No marriage until you were sixteen."

Her fingers clawed her hair back. Twelve. They wanted to marry her off at twelve. Not only was that illegal, but that was basically a death sentence for her as a child. Getting married would have saddled her down for life in that Village. Were they trying to ruin her life? Kurapika's heart sank with dread. Were there other girls who weren't lucky enough to have a Chrollo there. Did the Kurta Clan marry children off like that often?

"Kurapika," Chrollo said, taking her hands in his. "Hey, look at me. Pika-chan. There we go. I would never let anything happen to you –"

"Were there more?" Kurapika blurted, grabbing onto his suit. "Do you think they married off more people like that?"

Chrollo shook his head. "I'm not sure. It's possible."

Kurapika deflated, placing her head on Chrollo's chest. What else was her Clan hiding? Child marriages, a bloody past, what next?

"Pika-chan, it'll be alright. We don't know what really happened. Besides, this doesn't erase all the good the Clan represented," Chrollo comforted, running his fingers through her hair. "Kurapika?"

"What?"

"In a minute, I'm going to teleport us outside. Is that okay?" Chrollo asked. Kurapika nodded, and Chrollo gathered her up in his arms. A second later, they were in the garden, and Kurapika was still in his arms. He set her down, took her hand, and guided her away.

"Where are we going?"

"You are taking a vacation. Nico's orders," Chrollo replied. "We're going to Port Angelo. We're going to stay at a beach house, and you are going to relax."

Kurapika dug her heels into the ground. "But what about the mission?"

"They can deal without you for a couple weeks," Chrollo assured, staring her down. "What they clearly cannot deal with is making sure you take care of yourself. You won't be much help if you're sleep-deprived half the time and collapsing from exhaustion the rest."

That was a good point.

Kurapika let herself be pulled along again. "The airship is just a few blocks away."

. . .

Kurapika fell asleep for the entirety of the airship ride, waking up only a few times when Chrollo asked if she wanted anything to eat or drink. She didn't. She just wanted to sleep and forget all this commotion regarding her marriage. For the most part, it worked. In the end, she settled on the idea that perhaps it didn't matter anymore. She might've loved her Clan, but there were certain things she would never forgive them for, and that was alright. She'd rather love something and be aware of its flaws and crimes instead of being blinded by admiration for it.

"Kurapika." Chrollo shook her awake hours later. "We're here. Do you want me to carry you?"

She shook her head and stood up. The two of them walked out of the metal airship, and Kurapika was greeted by several familiar faces.

"Hiya, Miss Kurapika!" Shalnark chirped, patting her on the back a bit too forcefully. "You look tired! C'mon, we'll take you to your room!"

Machi and Pakunoda pulled him away, clearly deeming that he was overstepping his boundaries. Machi glanced at Chrollo. "Danchou can take her to her room."

Chrollo glared at them, knowing what they were scheming, but said nothing. He led her to the house behind them. It was a medium-sized, wooden house. The only word that came to mind at the sight of it was cozy. It had a low, flat roof, and there looked to be two stories. The rooms were illuminated by lanterns, which emitted a soft, almost romantic orange glow. Inside, the coziness persisted. The furniture was all warm colors and simple patterns. The door opened directly into the living room, where a square table was surrounded by a bright red couch that wrapped around it halfway.

The man led her up the polished staircase, into a corridor, and to her temporary bedroom. There were so many words hanging in the air between them, but Chrollo only said, "bathroom's the third door on your right," and left. And she wished she'd been thoughtless enough to tug him back inside and ask him to spend the night because she really didn't want to sleep alone after all this.

Kurapika sighed. There was nothing she could do about that. She collapsed on the bed, a sea of blue sheets and pillows. It was wondrously soft, and combined with the summer wind and the ocean waves, Kurapika found it wasn't so hard to fall asleep after all.

. . .

She was dressed in white this time. It was clearly a wedding dress. She remembered it from Neon's magazines. What was it called? The Compassion one. An empire silhouette with a sweetheart neckline, layers of silk and chiffon loosely covering her up to her feet, a beaded bodice that ended just below the bust. Her shoulders and neck exposed. She wasn't sure what to think. Kurapika had never been a fan of strapless outfits, but at least the skirt went to the floor.

The Kurta heard the door open and close behind her, but she didn't turn away from the mirror. She didn't have to.

The man wrapped his arms around her, and Kurapika instinctively sunk into his touch.

"Chrollo," she whispered, contently, as he nuzzled her neck.

"Couldn't help myself," he murmured against her skin.

Kurapika smiled, closing her eyes and rubbing circles into Chrollo's hands. "I'll yell at you later."

He chuckled a deep, silky laugh that she felt reverberate against his chest. He kissed the skin near her jaw, making her tilt her head away, exposing the new hickey.

"You realize we're getting married soon," Kurapika chided. "I can't go with my neck marked up."

The man hummed, balancing his chin on her shoulder. His face remained purely thoughtful, but his eyes glinted mischievously. "I think it's rather fitting. A harbinger of what's to come."

"My dear fiance, are you telling me that I'm to marry a pervert?" Kurapika teased, standing on her toes to kiss him on the cheek. He enveloped her in his arms again, and she responded by laying her head on his chest.

"I am but a man in love," he sighed, "forever succumbing to your charms."

She giggled, that distinct feeling of euphoria seeping into her. Nevermind that he was spewing cheesy nonsense. "Just as planned."

"Forever yours," Chrollo agreed, now effectively trailing kisses down the length of her neck. Kurapika didn't try to stop him. Hell, she didn't want to stop him. It was a dream, her guilty conscience couldn't follow her out of this realm.

He looped his arms around her knees, and she was suddenly looking down at him, her feet suddenly several inches off the ground. Her hands cupped his face, and she kissed him without another thought. It was blistering, searing, she almost wished she wasn't wearing so many layers.

Wait, where'd the bed come from?

Kurapika's eyes shot open. They were no longer in the dressing room. This . . . this was her bedroom back in the beach house. But, she still wasn't awake. She didn't think so anyway. Chrollo was still on top of her, sprinkling a few kisses on her collarbone. Gazing down subtly, she noted with great relief that she was indeed in a dream. No way in hell did she own this sort of top. It was probably another piece of clothing from the wedding catalog. A gossamer, white camisole that hung loosely around her.

"You're so beautiful," Chrollo whispered in her ear. It was still Chrollo, thank goodness. If she was going to have a dream like this with anyone, she'd rather it be someone she still entertained having a possible relationship with.

"I get that a lot," she breathed. Chrollo chuckled in response, pressing his lips to hers. Then he leaned away a bit, a tender, affectionate smile on his face that made her heart skip a beat. Averting her eyes, she noted the hickeys scattered over his neck and shoulders and chest. How come her dream cut out the part where she gave him those? She felt it was a bit unfair.

Chrollo reached under the sheets and intertwined their hands. His lips touched her forehead, and she felt the need to repay him, so she did, her lips brushing the cross on his brow.

"I love you, Kurapika Lucilfer," he whispered.

She raised an eyebrow at the name, but didn't reply, her arms circling around his neck and pulling him in for another kiss. His hand slipped under her camisole, and she let out a gasp.

. . .

Kurapika bolted upwards, her breathing coming out in shallow pants. What the hell was that? Nevermind, she knew what that was. A damn erotic dream. She didn't get those sorts of dreams. She got blood and distant memories and massacres, not highly detailed make out sessions.

But that wasn't the worst part, no, the worst part was that she was completely lucid the entire time. She had complete control of that dream – more control than most other dreams, anyway. For one thing, she knew it was a dream from the start. Just like with the nightmare with the rose.

Damn, she needed some cold water. A shower. Anything. She felt clammy and hot and slightly frightened. She sighed, made sure she really wasn't wearing that silken camisole, and walked out of her bedroom. At about the halfway point between her sleeping quarters and the bathing area, Chrollo appeared on the staircase.

"You're up," he said, advancing toward her as if he hadn't noticed how tense her whole body was. "Good. The other members and I have come to the dec . . . are you alright, Kurapika?"

She felt heat rush to her cheeks. "Huh? Fine. Why?"

His head tilted to the side, forehead contorting in confusion. "Are you blushing?"

Her hand shot up to touch her cheeks, which were scorching at this point. She might as well be running a fever. "No! I'm just . . . it's hot in that room."

"Really?" he asked, curiously eyeing her bedroom door. "You should've said something. We could've turned on the A/C."

"Ah, well, I was tired. Didn't notice until I woke up. Uh, what did you want to tell me?" she asked, acutely aware of how easy it would be to close the distance between them and kiss him senseless. Why was she thinking like a pervert? Goddammit, reproductive instincts, leave her alone for a second!

Chrollo climbed the last few steps and shifted his weight to one leg, a pen spinning in his hand. "Well, we were thinking these two weeks would be a good time to train with you."

"Train?" she repeated, still desperately trying to clear her brain of all unwarranted thoughts.

"Your Hatsu has a lot of conditions, doesn't it?" he said, moving closer to take the hand where her chains usually were. Her blush returned tenfold. "We can try to lessen their severity by training you and enhancing your Nen to its full potential. You might even be able to keep your chains as they are and get rid of a few restrictions. Like the blade in your heart."

Her eyes widened, and he smirked, devilishly.

"Thought you could keep that part a secret? You're not the only one who can use Gyo, Pika-chan."

She put a clasped hand to her chest. At least, he didn't know the worst of her restrictions.

"Well," he started again, moving back to the stairs, "breakfast will be ready in a few minutes. Make sure you get down to the kitchen before it gets cold because I will not be reheating it, you hear me?"

Kurapika grinned, shakily, watching him go. Then, she sprinted to the bathroom, turned on the water faucet, and splashed some frigid water on her face. Great, now she was going to be blushing and stuttering around him like some lovestruck school girl. She preferred hating his guts, to be honest.

Wait a minute.

Training?

How the hell was she supposed to keep her Emperor Time condition a secret if he was going to be constantly assessing her abilities?

. End of Chapter .

Next on Locking:

Kurapika struggles with feels and secrets

A/N: What the hell even was this chapter? It kept jumping around. I was supposed to make Kurapika super sad about the new secrets about the Kurta Clan, but then the idea of her having a less-than-innocent dream of Chrollo popped up and I was like "this is too good to pass up". Because we always see Chrollo having dirty thoughts, but Kurapika is mostly free of them. Well, not anymore! Chrollo is in for a hormonal Kurapika these coming chapters. Also, these contrasts her two different possible futures. The one she might've had with her Clan, and the one she might still have with Chrollo. Also, I will definitely bring up the Clan's shadiness in future chapters, so it's not going away. It just took an unexpected backseat to the fact that Kurapika is trying not to drool over the thought of Chrollo.

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