Title: Forever

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the crazy plots. Not even the songs.

Pairing: Kuroro and Kurapika.

Rating: Varies (T or M)

A/N: Hi guys. This is a collection of KuroxKura songfics. Once you read this, you'll be absolutely, completely certain that I am batshit insane!

CHAPTER SEVEN

ENCHANTED 1

Author's senseless rant: Well, I have always been fascinated by how things would have been if our favorite duo had met before Kuroro's capture at the hotel. Kurapika's a girl(again) and this evidently takes place in an AU. Expect a lot of OOCness. Lemme know what you think, Ok? And I got not even a single review for the last chapter! *sigh* I guess it was kinda lame.

There I was again tonight

Forcing laughter, faking smiles

Same old tired lonely place

'Patience, Kurapika, patience' I told myself as another guy, one who looked old enough to be my grandfather, asked me to dance. I oh-so-politely declined, saying that I was a Nostrad bodyguard and not a guest. I think it was the murderous glare that accompanied my sickly sweet voice that sent the old goat packing.

I looked around and settled my eyes on my 'boss', Neon Nostrad whose little pink head was peacefully resting on the chest of some boy she was dancing with. Typical! I sighed and leaned against the wall, feeling rather sorry for myself. The things I did to keep my vow! But why on earth did the pink brat have to drag us bodyguards to some stupid mafia-only party at this hour? And why did I have to dress up in a friggin' tube dress? This was torture!

Walls of insincerity,

Shifting eyes and vacancy

Vanished when I saw your face

All I can say is it was enchanting to meet you

I was toying with the idea of getting the hell out of there when my eyes locked onto a pair of obsidian ones. He was rather handsome, well actually he was drop dead gorgeous (not that I care) with dark hair, dark eyes and a strangely innocent visage. The only things that looked strange about him was his white bandana and blue earrings.

Your eyes whispered, "Have we met?"

Across the room your silhouette

Starts to make its way to me

Why on earth was he coming over here? I swallowed and averted my eyes from the rapidly approaching dark figure. He was probably coming to meet someone else, I thought, eyeing the horde of well-dressed women that were in the immediate vicinity.

But apparently, that wasn't so. I heard a soft 'hello' from in front of me and locked my eyes with his, all the while keeping an expression of indifference on my face. "Can I help you?" I asked in a flat voice.

He simply shrugged and leaned on the wall besides me. I fought the urge to squirm as I felt his eyes on me. What the heck was going on? What was the matter with me? And him?

The playful conversation starts

Counter all your quick remarks

Like passing notes in secrecy

And it was enchanting to meet you

All I can say is I was enchanted to meet you

"You're a bodyguard." He said. It was a statement, not a question. I turned to look at him, with a raised eyebrow.

"Pretty observant, aren't you?" I asked, mildly impressed. He shrugged again and held out his hand to me.

"I'm Kuroro."

I stared at it for a second before gingerly grasping it.

"Kurapika."

"Why aren't you over there?" he asked, nodding towards the dance floor where numerous couples were spinning around in a traditional waltz. Like I said, strange party!

Now, it was my turn to shrug. "As you said, I am a bodyguard. Besides, why aren't you out there?"

It hadn't escaped my notice that almost all the women around us were alternating between sending appreciative glances at him and murderous glares at me. Jeesh!

"Care to fix that?" he asked, holding out his hand to me. There was a challenge in his obsidian gaze. It was the craziest, most irrational thing I have ever done, but I took his hand boldly.

"Just so you know, I can't dance." I informed him as he steered me towards the dance floor. He simply smirked and said, "I think I'll manage."

As it turned out, I only stepped on him a few times. And he suffered through it in a very gentlemanly manner. Of course, the main reason why I'd stepped on him so many times was because I was busy blushing furiously at our close proximity. But it was kinda nice. Pleasant, even.

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go

I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew

I was enchanted to meet you

I was disappointed when the dance ended. Before any more words passed between us, Neon called (Read: Bellowed) my name, wanting to go home. My colleagues were already with her. I turned to Kuroro, only to find the spot beside me vacant. I found him a good distance away, watching me with a rueful smile.

I smiled and gave him a light wave, actually letting my face show my regret. I strode towards where the rest of my group was and we began making our way towards the exit. When I looked back, he was nowhere to be found.

On the drive back, I kept seeing a certain, raven-haired man in my mind. For some reason, he intrigued me. I was smiling, albeit minutely, the entire time.

All thoughts of Kuroro and the Troupe was driven out of my mind a few days later during the Yorknew auction and the appearance of the Phantom Troupe. And then, I finally managed to capture the Spider head. I pulled off my wig after we got in the car and I heard him suck in a shocked breath. Curious in spite of myself, I turned to face him and saw that he was wearing a shell-shocked expression.

"Kurapika!" He exclaimed, his voice a faint whisper. Surprised at being addressed so familiarly, I turned and stared at him. I didn't see it at first, but,...I knew those eyes! He looked so different, with the slicked back hair and cross-shaped tattoo.

"Kuroro?" My lips formed the word before I could stop them. His lips twisted into a wry smile and I turned away from him, feeling sad for no apparent reason. We didn't interact again.

During the hostage exchange, as I watched him walk away, I tried to imagine the way I had felt during our dance, ...and failed.