Happy Holidays ! Guess who's back? back again? after forever and a day lmao...*plz feel free to fling me into the sun* Life has been hectic and I've just been lazy so...
Anyways, I just wanna let you all know that I am still working on this! (although I procrastinate a lot ugh) and I am also working on another kurokura fic because one of my followers requested it.
If you're still following this story then thankyou so much333 even though I have failed you all TwT I hope you enjoy...
When Kurapika awoke, the first thing that registered to him was that he was laying in a bed that was not his, in a room that was definitely not his. He also registered that he was alone.
After taking a minute to clear his head, he looked around again and observed that he was in what looked to be a little room in an old inn. The room was completely bare, save for a bed, a small table with two chairs and a lamp and leather-bound book rested on the night table beside the bed.
Sitting up, he looked out the window beside the bed and watched as villagers bustled about even as the sun was setting. 'Again!? What time is it? How long was I out?' He realized that he was in the village that he had snuck out to see a couple nights ago with Pairo. He couldn't believe that he he had been resting peacefully in the heart of the village that he had only ever had a glimpse of prior to this day.
Suddenly, the door opened and Kurapika whipped his head around to see the raven-haired man from the night before. The man paused. "Oh, you're awake", he said simply, before closing the door behind him.
The man walked over to sit in one of the chairs, positioning it so he was sitting backwards and facing the blond, crossing his arms on the top of the chair and resting his chin on them. He watched Kurapika silently for a couple seconds and then the corner of his lips turned upwards slightly and Kurapika looked away quickly, realizing he'd been staring the whole time.
You couldn't blame him though, the man was very handsome. He was tall and lean, dark hair framing his handsome face, pushed back at the hairline by a bandage wrapped around his head, leaving a few stray bangs to fall over his eyebrows. He looked quite young too, Kurapika glanced at him again and guessed that he was around 20 years old, only a couple years older than him.
"How are you feeling?"the man asked, though he still had the smirk on face, clearly amused by the blond's staring.
Kurapika looked down at himself. His ankle was wrapped up with a splint and he had a few cuts and bruises, but other than that he was perfectly fine, a little sore, but it was bearable.
"Fine", kurapika replied, bluntly. Then he cringed internally. Where were his manners? His mother raised him better than this. The man had helped him and here he was being rude. "Thank you", he added quickly.
The man blinked then huffed in amusement. "What were you even doing up there so late?"he asked, curiously.
Kurapika looked down at his hands, embarrassed as he remembered his clumsiness. "I saw your ship from my window and I wanted to get a closer look", the blond answered, nervously.
The man tilted his head at him. After a minute he murmured, "I'm certain that it would not have been visible from this village."
Kurapika's eyes widened slightly at his slip-up and he felt a sudden urge of panic. "U-umm."
The man clearly noticed and he suddenly seemed a lot more interested, sitting up straighter and watching him so intensely the blond fought to suppress a shiver. ' This man is dangerous .' he thought for the second time since their encounter.
"Do you not live here? Where are you from?" The stranger pushed on. Though, the blond was sure he already had an idea.
Kurapika wracked his brain for an answer that would be anything but the truth. This man was dangerous and he couldn't know about his true identity. Unfortunately for him, the man most certainly figured it out, if the glint in his eyes was any indication. Kurapika gulped nervously and his palms began to sweat.
"Are you, by any chance, from the Kuruta clan?" The man asked, although they both knew that he was right, it was more of a statement at this point.
Kurapika wracked his brain for a convincing lie but he came up blank. His silence was the only answer that the stranger needed, as one corner of his mouth lifted in a satisfied smirk. Kurapika's body coiled tight, ready to flee, but the man simply rested his chin on his arms casually. He tilted his head at the blond.
"What's your name?"
"It's only polite that you state your own name first," Kurapika snapped, on edge.
Kuroro blinked at him and chuckled softly. "Kuroro Lucilfer. There, now may I know your name?"
The blond didn't see any use to hide his first name when the danger was from his clan name, and Kuroro had already figured that out. "Kurapika," he responded with a sigh.
"Kurapika Kuruta….",Kuroro murmured, thoughtfully. The blond clenched his fists. His name sounded strange coming from an outsiders mouth. "Nice name", he said simply, then he stood up moved to sit at the foot of the bed. Kurapika jumped to his feet and bolted towards the door, but pain shot through his ankle and he nearly collapsed on his face but (un?)fortunately the man was faster. He grabbed him by the waist and guided him back to the bed, mindful of his injuries.
Kurapika stared at him in shock. No normal human was supposed to be faster than a Kuruta. Although, the blond would admit that he wouldn't be surprised if the man wasn't human after all.
Kuroro surveyed his injuries and then once he was sure the he wouldn't try to run again, he let go of him and sat back to give the blond some space, raising his arms in surrender. "I don't want to hurt you."
Kurapika narrowed his eyes, not trusting him. He had been taught his whole life not to trust outsiders. And he wouldn't. Not even when he so desperately wanted to. " Then what do you want?" Kuroro tilted his head and thought for a moment before he glanced over at the book on the night table. Kurapika followed his gaze, reading at the title, Wonders of the World , and then lifted a fine brow at the man, who was staring into his eyes so intently, it seemed like he was searching for something. Suddenly, Kurapika's stomach grumbled loudly.
Kuroro blinked, the sound seeming to knock him out of his deep thoughts. He tucked the book into the little drawer in the night table before standing up. "I'll get you something to eat. You must be starving since you've been out for almost 18 hours" he said, making his way towards the door. The blond watched him go, sighing in relief once the door was shut behind him.
Kurapika fought the urge to flee. He reasoned with himself that if this stranger wanted to hurt him, he would have done so already. With that slightly comforting thought, he gazed out the window, at the horizon. He wondered about his mother, what she would be thinking. He had broken his promise. She was going to kill him, or worse, she would literally lock him away, unable to leave the house ever again. He groaned and buried his face in his hands. 'Maybe I should just run away….'
well that was terrible dhksjdklsaj but I'll just keep writing and hope you still like it TwT despite being terrible with updates, I am intent on completing this fic so i refuse to abandon it (even if it takes me YEARS) o(-(
as always, comments really help motivate me :')
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