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 EIGHT

ENCHANTED 2

Author's senseless rant: This is just 'ENCHANTED' told from Kuroro's POV.

There I was again tonight

Forcing laughter, faking smiles

Same old tired lonely place

So many people, most of them powerful mafia lords, enjoying themselves, completely unaware of the danger they were in. Of course, they weren't in any danger now, but since most of these people were to attend the Yorknew auction, well, let's just say that their life expectancies aren't that high.

I was hardly a social person, so a party with a bunch of mafia lords and their goons wasn't my favorite place to be. Of course, I endured it with no complaint whatsoever. I was here to observe them, after all. And it was my choice. It was boring but I could handle that.

Walls of insincerity,

Shifting eyes and vacancy

Vanished when I saw your face

But the behavior of the women present here was starting to irritate me. Must they stare so shamelessly? Suddenly, my attention was captured by the one female in the area who was not acting predictably. She stood there, arms crossed, alert and ready, surveying her surroundings with practiced subtlety. And she looked graceful and beautiful while doing it, though I doubt that effect was intentional. Now and then, her eyes shifted to a pink-haired girl who was enjoying the party.

A bodyguard. And that girl was probably the one she was guarding. She definitely didn't look like a mafia bodyguard. She was rather short and delicately build. She looked like a princess, not a warrior. But I knew better than anyone else that appearances can be deceiving. I watched, intrigued, as she turned down a man who, from the looks of it, asked her to dance. He went away with a crestfallen look. I didn't blame him; she was exquisite.

She looked like an angel, for lack of a better analogy. Vibrant golden hair fell to her small shoulders, framing a striking face with bright blue eyes. Perhaps she was a bit too thin, but the ruby red dress she wore made the best of her lithe figure.

Her eyes snapped to mine as I observed her and for some time, we simply stared at each other. Not entirely sure about the motivation behind my actions, I began heading towards her.

Your eyes whispered, "Have we met?"

Across the room your silhouette

Starts to make its way to me

She had averted her eyes and only looked up at me when I stood in front of her and offered a soft greeting. Her reply was a cold "Can I help you?". Unperturbed, I shrugged and leaned against the wall beside her.

"You're a bodyguard." I said and finally managed to solicit a response from her. In a spur of the moment decision, I held out my hand to her and told her my name; at least part of it.

"Pretty observant, aren't you?" she said, sounding mildly impressed.

"I'm Kuroro."

She seemed reluctant to socialize, but she grasped my hand and said, "Kurapika."

I liked the name. And the girl.

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

"Why aren't you over there?" I asked. It was obviously not due to lack of opportunities. Lack of inclination, perhaps?

She simply shrugged and replied nonchalantly, "As you said, I am a bodyguard. Besides, why aren't you out there?"

Hmm. That was a valid question. I just wasn't the least bit interested. At least I wasn't until a few minutes ago.

"Care to fix that?" I asked, extending my hand to her as an invitation. For some reason, I wanted to dance with this angelic young blonde. Interesting.

She hesitated for only a second or so before placing her hand in mine. It was small and delicate, She definitely didn't look like a bodyguard. Then again, I didn't look like an S class criminal either.

"Just so you know, I can't dance." She told me with a hint of humor as we made our way to the dance floor. "I think I'll manage." I replied as I slipped an arm around her (tiny)waist. Despite the fact that she stepped on me a few times, I enjoyed myself quite a lot. This girl intrigued me and the light blush that adorned her face made me smile throughout the dance.

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

I'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew

I was enchanted to meet you

The song ended all too soon and Kurapika's attention was caught by the pink-haired girl who called for her. I slipped away and paused to watch her. She turned to where I was. Her eyes soon found me and I smiled a bit wistfully at her. She smiled and waved at me, looking a bit regretful. I guess I wasn't the only disappointed one. I slowly slipped away, all the while keeping an eye on her, committing her to memory. There was something about her...

My thoughts during the journey back to the Ryodan's hideout were focused more or less on Kurapika. The next few days was spent either planning the raid or thinking about that girl. But the fiasco that ensued caused me to put her in a corner of my mind. The only time I was reminded of her again was during my time with Neon Nostrad.

So one can imagine my surprise when the chain assassin- the only person who had managed to capture me-pulled off her brown wig to expose a painfully familiar mass of golden hair. I was extremely good at hiding my emotions, but this time, I was sure that my shock was evident on my face and in my voice as I choked out her name.

"Kurapika."

Bewilderment flashed across her face, followed by recognition. I watched, feeling sad about how our acquaintance turned out to be, as her beautiful Scarlet eyes widened at me. "Kuroro?" she asked, with a sad undertone to her voice.

I smiled ruefully and she turned away from me, her angelic visage a cold mask. We didn't interact further until the hostage exchange.

As I walked towards Pakunoda, I tried comparing the quick-witted girl who blushed so sweetly in my arms to the spirit of vengeance that had managed to capture me and cripple the Spider. I shot her a glance and saw a sweet smile adorn her face at the sight of her friends.

I resolved to forget the golden girl at the party. She was the chain-assassin now.