The two continued to fight; a never-ending, life-threatening battle that was about to last forever. Well, to the Kuruta boy, anyway. His legs felt weak and his Nen almost diminished.
But he would not give up, not to the man he'd sworn to kill.
He fancied, however, the fun in fighting with the older man – that he missed to do so the previous time around – to see his tricks. Not like Hisoka's – the bare thought of the demented jester sent a shudder across his spine – but just as professional. Maybe even more.
He watched as the man browsed through his Nen book of Nen skills. He was feeling so easy, as if he was just in the library reading through a favorite Classic. Kurapika tried to figure out how the older man controls his multiple nen schemes. He compared it to the spokes of a spider's web – many branches, many powers and it ends at the middle, where stands the spider, the source of it all.
While he, instead, was a white butterfly stuck in the silk of the threads.
Suddenly, an idea came to his mind. Ever so quickly, his body was suddenly engulfed with radiance from his really powerful Nen. Kuroro felt the sudden change, and tensed.
Super fast, super deadly. He delivered a kick and the nen book flew from Kuroro's hand. It disappeared into thin air, and the older man hadn't have enough time to recover when the younger boy kicked his chin so hard he moved away a few feet. Blood came out of his mouth.
The younger one, thought, did not cease to attack. Kuroro could see the burning desire to kill in the boy's scarlet eyes. The latter wrapped the former in the deadly Chain Jail, a serpent that constricted around him, like a boa.
"You," he hissed, releasing the chain that came off his index finger. "You will die… after the searing memories of pain and agony of death have burned your soul."
He waved the tiny end of the chain above the older man's face. Kuroro was subconscious now, his mind almost drifting up into eternal sleep. But when the chain – that looked like a sword with a cross-hilt – touched the man's face, he felt like electricity jolted through him and he woke up.
Judgment day, Kurapika thought, is to come.
And this sword will judge you.
The sword played around, dancing across Kuroro's face. What the nen was doing to him was pretty obvious. His pupils were dilated, filled with the terrorizing fear.
Memories seared in his mind. Of women, children, of people. Reaching out to him, but without hopeful eyes. They didn't have eyes! Kuroro knew this was a remembering of the Kuruta people's suffering. "Kuroro…" they called out to him painfully.
"Kuro…ro…"
"Ku…ro…ro…"
"Ku…ro…ro…"
"Ku…ro…ro…sen…pai…"
An image came, of a girl with sunny bright locks and bright blue eyes – the first pair of eyes he had seen in this terrible flashback of his murderous past. "Kuroro-senpai," she said more painfully, more slowly.
Then, she dropped dead in his arms, now missing a head.
"Please… " Kuroro moaned in agony. "Stop it… stop it…"
Kurapika thought he made a whimpering sound, unable to catch what he said.
"Goodbye, Lucifer," the blond said, and the sword disappeared through the man's head like a ghost passing through the wall. The older man had made miniscule convulsions, and stopped.
Then, Kurapika slumped on the hard cement. He was tired, all energy having been used. The nen needed for that chain was much more than the rest. After a few minutes of catching his breath, he stood up to stare at the motionless Kuroro Lucifer. He closed the man's eyes.
From afar, Kuroro would like he would just be a sleeping child.
Kurapika carried Kuroro (who turned light with dead weight) and placed him behind a bush where he thought he'd felt a spider. They'd find him, anyway, in one time.
He went back into his room, picking one-by-one the shattered glass. He wounded himself in the process.
He slumped on the floor by the bed, his resolve breaking. Tears that have welled finally began to pour, and it felt like it was raining down on him.
Revenge wasn't sweet, after all.
A/N: So. Long. =] Did this in between classes, if I wasn't writing the songfics. Oh well. Here ya go. The win-win lose-lose would come maybe tomorrow or the next. I was thinking if there should be two, too. Ha-ha. One that both lives, one that both dies.
I go for the both dies.
AWMFG. I just gave you a spoiler, yay. Unwarned. =]] Sorry. Lol. I feel hyper.
Oh well. I made up the index finger thing. I tried to salvage Kurapika's sanity and good-naturedness in it. Not so evil as Chain Jail and Judgment, but just as painful.