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As I Descend

Chapter One: Light

"Contrary to Chrollo's belief, I was not cast out from heaven—thrown from paradise. I like to think I fell much like a star: bright, burning, furious…and with no regrets. I can't see why I would have any when all I've ever wanted was to join him in his darkness."

Kurapika's eyes burn like an eternal flame, a living fire of sorts. The color is that of perfection—something finite and individual….

She shouldn't be, but she's distracted by their fierceness. She's distracted by what him being here means. He is the last, the only, and that makes him the most precious in the world. That makes him all the more beautiful—

She closes her eyes. He's still talking, isn't he? No. Talking wasn't the word, Kurapika is screaming at her, bristling over with rage. If his eyes weren't so pretty, so unique, she'd be paying closer attention. Despite his irritation with her unresponsiveness, he is at fault here. It's that simple. The issue is that since he is angry, she couldn't focus on him or his words. She could see only those scarlet eyes.

Priceless.

Like a whisper, a caress against her ear, she hears Chrollo speak to her. "You want them…don't you?" He asks, and she nods, her breaths coming jumpy, quick as his long pale fingers brush against her pulse. "So, tell me, Azyel, what do we do to things we want?"

I can't remember now, she thinks, I can't remember how we came to this.

She takes a deep breath, steading herself, and Chrollo, ever the patient one—even in her mind—waits for her to speak. "We take them."

Azyel's eyes close in relief as she feels his lips brush her temple, "Good girl."

Azyel's eyes nested on no one in particular. She knew no one in the crowded room. Well, she does know one person, but he's not exactly someone she'd count among her friends. Her friends would hardly even count him…despite doing it anyway.

She pulls the powder blue hood of her cloak down further over her head. Today, it was trying to slip away from her. It was her hair's fault, always trying to stage a coup and escape. Her hair was deep brown, thick, curly and long, and endlessly cumbersome. However, that simply couldn't be helped. Her parents were found of her hair, kept it long on purpose. And Chrollo, he—

She closed her eyes tight until she shook the image from her head, dragged the name from her mind.

Azyel felt a presence come upon her, kneel before her. Her position against the wall made it easy to approach her she supposed, and as they always said, she had a very welcoming face. Being seventeen, petite, and pretty, Azyel encountered these sorts of things every day. Unfortunately for those brave souls, she was not to be approached. Not under any circumstances: hostile or otherwise.

"What are you doing, Gon?" a male voice complained, clearly uneasy. "What if she's sleep?"

"She's not sleep, Leorio." This Gon replies chipperly, Azyel can tell just by his voice that he's smiling at her. "I just want to make sure she's alright."

There's a pause and he leans forward, "Are you alright? You looked like you were in pain a second ago. Do you need a doctor?"

Finally, she opened her eyes, unable to help her answering smile. "Are you always this friendly?"

Now that her eyes are open, she can take in his amber eyes, full of life, bouncing with opportunity. His spikey black hair steals her attention next, before her eyes are assaulted by his vibrant green attire. Gon laughs, "Uh, I guess so, sorry about that."

"There's no need to apologize," She tells him, his eyes are so bright—startlingly so. He moves with the light. No, that isn't it either. He is light. "you're not bothering me…Gon."`

He recoiled with joyous surprise, before scooting right into her face, "Oh, wow, how did you know my name?"

She moved back herself, laughing before she glanced up to his tall, speckled friend. When their eyes meet, the tension in his shoulders dropped away. She smiles at him and he blushes. "I believe your friend just said it."

Leorio rubbed the back of his neck, ducking his head slightly, "Yeah, I guess we were being a little loud."

"It helped that you were right in front of me," Azyel added, and Leorio's eyes darted away from her honey gaze. She put her eyes back on this Gon kid. He was younger than her by at least five years. Twelve. She knew, Azyel could feel it like it was written on her skin, pressed into her palm like a stamp. "But I don't mind that…not at all."

"You never answered Gon's question." Came another voice. It was almost monotone laced with a hint of suspicion. She had noticed him walk over with Gon, had felt his energy, but Gon's light was much more blinding—much more present. Because of that, she had chosen to ignore him. "Are you alright?"

She felt herself smile as her eyes flew to this interloper. His hair was blonde, and his eyes a greyish-black. He was pretty for a boy, but not overtly so, not distracting enough. Not bright enough to warrant any of her focus. But, despite all that, he was quick— paying attention—not at all disarmed by her easy smiles and warmth. "I think everyone here is a little excited…and anxious." She laughed.

His dark eyes narrowed, sharpened to points. "That's not what I asked."

Interesting. "Did I…offend you or something?"

My mistake, she thought, I shouldn't have ignored him. Chrollo can make these mistakes, not me—

No. no. no. She had to shake him from her thoughts. If she didn't, she'd drown all over again.

"Jeez, Kurapika, what's gotten into you?" Leorio commented, before shaking his head at his companion, "Don't mind him. He's just…" Leorio shot Kurapika a look before setting his eyes back on Azyel. "Anyway, what's your name?"

"Azyel Uriel." She said, trying to keep her gaze from Gon. He was so bright, a sun really. I wonder how long it will take until someone notices? Wants to steal it?

She noticed his sky piercing smile, a smile of an angel. Not long. Not at all.

A/N: I got this wacky idea and had to post it somewhere. I'll update as long as there's interest.