Due to excellent reviews by Lumi75, this is a revised work of chapter one. Yes, quite different. Oh yeah, Lumi75, you'll be a great editor
Memories
Blood dripped from where the sword was thrust through her body. Her arms hung limp to her sides, swaying slightly with the morning breeze. Her clothes were torn, and shreds of cloth littered the ground under her. The rising sun could not have been more repulsive, as the red lights casted eerie glows off the bloods and wounds covering her small body. I could only stare in disbelief. Midori…
Kurapika woke up under the shade of the giant maple tree on top of the hill, sweating and panting. He jumped to a touch on his shoulder, but relaxed when he saw who it was. "Nanda, Midori… It's just you…" A small smile was on his lips, but Midori quickly saw through his false façade. "Kurapika? Are you alright?" Kurapika looked away, unable to look into his friend's searching eyes any longer, especially after that dream. "Yeah… It was…" Midori quickly understood he didn't want to talk about it, so she dropped the subject. Yet the look of worry still remained in her eyes. The two sat side by side in silence for a while, both looking at the afternoon sun, partially covered by clouds. "Ne, Kurapika?" Midori said softly, her voice barely reaching him in the wind. "Hm?" "…You're my best friend." Kurapika's closed eyes fluttered open as he sat up and turned around, his cheeks a bit pink. "What's this all the sudden?" He laughed awkwardly. But Midori grasped his hand that laid on the grass, bring it up to her lips, then softly kissing it. "I'd do anything for you…"
Midori's familiar green eyes were now the signature flaming red. Her breath was hard and short. Her scarred body quivered as she forced herself to stand up once again to face the enemy. "Stubborn girl, why can't you just die already?" An ugly sneer was on the brute's face as he made his way forward, his swords flashing in the light of the moon. In a flash, the Ryodan was behind Midori, ready to bring the sword down on her. But just as quickly, the blade was sliced in two, and Midori turned. In her hand she wielded a small crystal on a wire, both sharper than any blade. A gash of red appeared on the enemy's torso, making his sneer falter from disbelief. A cold, murderous glint was now lit in Midori's eyes. Then, without waiting for her opponent to recover, the wire was thrown out, then sliced through the biceps of the Ryodan. Blood flowed freely down the disconnected arm. But the man seem to have recovered from his shock earlier, for this time, he didn't even wince as his other arm was drawn and wrapped around Midori's frail figure, crushing it in the process. "Girlie, you're pretty good! Such a waste of good fighters…" Despite his words, his movements were merciless as he plunged a sword right through the chest of the girl.
"KURAPIKA!" Midori's shout echoed through the valley. It was yet another day in the so far peaceful lives of the Kurata's. Kurapika once again had woken up to a horrid nightmare, and to the one being dreamt of. Midori had been shaking Kurapika by his shoulders, trying to get him to wake up but to no avail, only until just now. Kurapika faked a smile, trying to throw Midori off his trail. "I just-" But he was cut off by a warm embrace. Midori held him tightly in her arms, spreading the warmth of love throughout his body. "Kurapika…" her voice was only a hurt whisper. "I-I'm fine! I just…" Even Kurapika didn't believe his own lie. His heart pounded in an unsteady rhythm. "Kurapika!" Midori's voice was a bit louder and firmer. "Your eyes were red…"
Kurapika stood under the maple, facing the setting sun. Midori had left a few minutes ago, after Kurapika had declared he needed some time alone. The Kurata's gaze was desperate and agonized. Ano doki no yume… Sote, kono yume… Midori… (Trans. Last time's dream… And, this dream…) His eyes sharpened at the sudden movement in the still grass on the path from the village to here. To his shock, Midori jumped out from the grass. He instantly knew something was wrong, for his usually calm friend had an anxious glow in her now red eyes. Chills instantly shot down his spine. But before he could utter a word, Midori had a hand clasped around his mouth and the other on his hand. "Sh! Don't say anything!" Her whisper was short and sharp as she shoved him down a hole hidden by the thick roots of the maple. Kurapika obeyed her orders without a doubt that they were meaningful. Then, Kurapika heard a cruel laugh behind Midori. "Hide and Seek is over girlie!" an all to familiar voice said. Kurapika's eyes only had a few seconds to flash red before Midori's sharp and swift kick fell on his forehead, and knocking him out.