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A/N: I remembered saying that I'll update monthly... which is a big big lie, I procrastinated and now update after 6 months(half a year) hehe... sorry for that. Maybe some of you thought that I've abandoned this fic, which is not true and will not happen, I promised to end it and I will, keep my words.
Though to be honest, I've forgotten quite a bit of this fic's story plot. Good thing, the past me wrote it all down at a memo so it could help me remember. Anyway I also reread my previous chapters and edited some, you can check for yourself, descriptions that may confused readers are changed, so no worries! If you don't understand and/ or are lost somewhere, just PM me, don't be shy You can also add me in facebook if you want.
Kanon58-sama, well I do admit taking the name 'Mysterica' from 'Mystearica' in TOTA because she's a mystery XD I wont really describe my OC though. And about imposters, no it's not Sync!
Saphire-chan, happy to hear that! I'm sorry for the late update, keep reading and support!:D
Sailor PandaBear-san, I don't really understand your 'whoa' though, is it a good or bad reaction? I hope it's a good one.
Summary: Their first.
"Let go! Let go! Let go of me!"
They were all already at their base, surrounding the door of Kuroro's room with the wild kuruta being tied to a chair near the bed.
"Danchou..." said Shalnark with a lower, yet worried tone.
"I know." replied their leader with this hand pulling out a bottle of liquid from his coat, he took the blonde's neck by force and injected the liquid in.
Kuroro closed his eyes.
'Hey, you heard me?'
No answer. The look on Kurapika's face make it seems like he has lost a part of his soul, his living will, his memories, himself. He looked like an empty shell, an empty living shell, waiting for someone to destroy him and set him free.
And of course, Kuroro can't do that.
'Stop hiding. Wherever you are, I'll keep searching, deep into your mind, your heart, pull you out from your comfort zone and have you face me.'
Kuroro steps closer. The rest of the members took a small step back, to allow more space. Kuroro lingered close in front of Kurapika, as if he's studying the blonde's face. And then he kissed him. It was quick, almost like a lightning. He shot forward swiftly, and pecked a kiss onto the blonde's lips. Even though it was for just a fraction of seconds, passion poured through it. None of them had their eyes closed, and Kuroro could see how the kiss had affected Kurapika.
Thanks to this simple act, the blonde has came back to his senses, he merely narrowed his eyes and struggled a little, wondering why was he tied up in the first place, though from the look of his face we could tell that he's still expressionless, maybe he's not fully awaken yet. 'This will do.' thought Kuroro.
Small gasps could be heard throughout the room, emanating from the flabbergasted members. Was that absolutely necessary? Surely, there were other methods their leader could've used. One of them rubbed their eyes, not because they were itchy, but to make sure they were awake and this was real. Seriously. Did Kuroro just kiss the blonde?
They all waited, wary of how the blonde would react. Will he react? Will he even wake now? Surprisingly, he did. His eyelids fluttered up and down, and his lips parted. Before they could question more, Kuroro issued an order for them to "get out quickly" from the room for watching his previous actions of underage kissing.
Releasing him from the strings that bounded to the chair, Kuroro took him by his arm and lay him on the bed to rest before going out of the room with his fellow spiders.
The clock ticked to 1 a.m, officiating the fact that it was already an hour after midnight. All the Spiders were still up and on their feet, though some of them weren't productively searching – they had taken a break, and were munching on night snacks and sitting in groups. Their voices were energetic despite the time of the day, and even more loud and gossip-y they become when they discussed what had happened 2 hours ago.
Still in Mysterica's mansion, all of them has been examining the place for more than an hour since 10, until they heard a loud banging sound from level four, where they found the owner's dead body lying on the floor and Kurapika looking at it with a gun in his hand and the trigger between his fingers. His eyes glowing scarlet coldly, which wasn't like himself anymore. The rest of the members who have arrived was stunned by what they've seen, not believing it at first but there's no other possibility so they have no other choice but to believe.
Kurapika didn't react wildly to the sound of footsteps as the rest of the members surrounded him. He didn't drop the gun in guilt, or shout and scream in frazzled panic. Instead, with a still, eerie air of calmness, he cast a studying look around the members, as if he was a scientist and the members were experiments to be examined. Seeming to settle on Machi, Kurapika walked hauntingly close to him, his face a sheet of unreadable expression, giving away nothing. So it came as an utter shock when the seemingly delicate and fragile blonde raised his gun towards Machi's forehead. The members erupted into chaos, and Machi hissed in a gasp. Kurapika's finger closed in on the trigger, and in just a heartbeat before the bullet flew from the gun, Feitan darted forward and encircled his arms around the blonde's waist. He pulled him forcefully down onto the ground while simultaneously knocking the gun from the blonde's hand, sending it flying across the air and crash into a cupboard.
That's a shock to Kuroro, he might expected Kurapika killing Mysterica but not his own 'ally', something is out of hand, 'that girl must have done something to him', thought Kuroro as he approached Feitan. With a mere tap on the shoulder, Feitan released the blonde so Kuroro could carry him on his shoulder before going back and have Machi tied him to a chair after they've arrived the base in case any unwanted things happened.
"That blonde... is really dangerous." said Nobunaga while crunching his chips. "I mean, Danchou, haven't you tamed him? What happened was out of question." he continued, setting an eye to the raven-haired man sitting on the middle.
"I have to ask the same thing, Danchou..." said Shalnark with a concerned look on his face. "I didn't want anything to happen that will cause us losing more of our limbs or even the Ryodan's downfall, if possible, but Danchou you decide."
Kuroro remained silent and refused to meet the fellow members' eyes. His insides sting at the opinions, no doubt accepting them as jabs to his pride. And he was really, really prideful. Still, within the swirling irritation, a part of him blamed himself for not handling the blonde well. After all, he vouched for Kurapika's stay. It was his fault, he knew that. But how could he have looked after the blonde so carelessly? He pondered all this in a stretched silence, maintaining a cool posture so as to not reveal anything to the members.
With thoughts on his mind, Kuroro stood up and uttered few words, "It's me being careless, I'm sorry." before heading back to his room. The members looked at him as he left, still dumb-founded to accept the fact that their prideful leader who never committed a mistake apologized to them for his carelessness.
Kuroro reached for the door-knob, turned it and entered his room. Kurapika was still lying on the bed, sleeping, with his beautiful blonde hair almost covering his entire eyes. The raven-haired man approached the sleeping figure, running his fingers through his bangs, swiping them behind his ear as he started to gently caress the delicate skin of the kuruta's.
Kurapika's eyelids fluttered, like the pulse of a butterfly's wings. Hastily, Kuroro pulled back quickly before the blonde's eyes could be wide open. He settled into a platonic gesture instead, his hands demurely by his sides.
"Who..." whispered the blonde as he sowly open his eyes to reveal a manly figure sitting beside him. "Ku...-"
"Looks like I awake you, it's still two in the morning, go back to sleep, I'll go and take a sho-" he stopped when he felt his coat being pulled, looking back he saw the blonde has already sit up, hands on his coat.
Kuroro halted in his tracks and spun back around, unable to not look back at the blonde. When he did, Kurapika's face showed roots of misery and guilt, and he wondered whether the blonde was now conscious of his own mistakes.
"That girl... Mysterica... how is she?" he started asking.
"She died." Kuroro replied him calmly.
"W-who killed her?"
"You, did it." another calm reply.
"Then... What did I do after that?" This time Kurapika looked down, it seems like he knew the answer to his own question.
"You don't remember?" asked Kuroro.
"Ck..." the blonde bit his bottom lip. "I-I.." Before he knew it, his scarlet eyes are activated and tears came out from his left eye. "I put everyone in danger.." he sobbed.
Kuroro's heart tugged at the sight of Kurapika crying. His face, all delicately structured, blonde hair tousled, and eyes filled with tears, all framed up an air of broken, ragged vulnerability, and suddenly Kuroro wanted to protect him. From everything bad in this world, even though he himself was bad. Just as quickly as that thought and longing had filled Kuroro, he snapped his thoughts closed and forced the feeling to vanish. He didn't need this. Hell, he was using Kurapika. Any trace of beginnings showing a development of feelings, Kuroro will definitely not allow to form.
Or... He had.
"Relax, I didn't blame you, now go back to sleep." he was pulled a second time when he tried to get up. "I'm scared that I'll hurt my friends, I'll hurt you." Kuroro looked down on the blonde and gave himself a facepalm before sitting down next to him by the end of the bed.
"Now, tell me. What happened?"
The crying blonde didn't look at him, instead he threw his face away and averted his eyes, not wanting to come in contact. "That..."
"What?!" Kuroro seemed pissed and impatient.
"I-I'm scared..! I'm scared! I'm scared I'll hurt you, I'm scared 'cause I hen hohonger..." his words were flooded with tears and hiccups, they're unclear and Kuroro could faintly hear them.
Despite Kuroro's own rules, he couldn't help but wonder in awe at how bright Kurapika's scarlet eyes were the more the tears flowed. He couldn't tear his gaze away, and he found himself not wanting to.
Such a captivating beauty.
Kuroro immediately hugged Kurapika, rendering him speechless. "Calm down..." he comforted. "We're alright." It was the very first time, Kuroro showed his soft spot to Kurapika, just like how a mother cared for her children and comforted them to stop crying. The warm hug has tuned Kurapika down and his tears began to stop. He quieted before looking up to face the man holding him in his arms and smiled gently.
"Finally, you're able to look at me." said Kuroro softly.
"Kuro..." before he was able to finish his words, the older man cupped his chin and pulled him into a rather deep kiss, intensity was increased when the older man pushed Kurapika back into the mattress, inserting one of his leg between the blonde's, pinning him down before wrapping an arm around his waist to pull him up closer. "This'll calm you faster." whispered Kuroro to one of Kurapika's ear before biting them and back ruling the soft lips of his.
Mingled breaths and hard kisses. It all filled the air between the two, and it was hard for Kuroro to pull his lips away. He took a second to admire what he's done, who he's done it to, and the burning sensation of wanting more. Three heartbeats later, Kuroro's lips latched on to Kurapika's chin, and he maneuvered his lips down to the neck, making his own blazing trail. At one point, somewhere between the cleft of the underside of the blonde's chin, his tongue grazed the skin lightly, and Kurapika moaned. Kuroro felt the fire inside him flared even more, and it surprised him how much a single moan could turn him on so much.
He nibbled a little too hard, leaving a red-purplish mark on his neck. Kurapika gasped and gave a tensed exhale at the act he received. At this moment, the blonde seemed to be distracted, Kuroro took the advantage to slip his hand under the cloth Kurapika is wearing, which started from the torso to the front of the shirt to unbutton it. In a split second, Kurapika's hand came to grab Kuroro's as a sign that he didn't want to, the blonde also tried to sit and Kuroro finally loosen up his grip.
"Don't." said the blonde, firmly.
Kuroro shot up from the bed as if it was on fire. He was now awkwardly sitting, and he was imagining hitting himself on the head. I acted too much to my own instinct. I went too far. I got ahead of myself. Shit, shit. His own thoughts were broken by Kurapika's words.
"I'll take it as this never happen."
"Yes." he replied with a straight face.
'This shouldn't happened.'
"Then I'll take a shower." said Kurapika as he went straight to the bathroom and locked the door behind him.
Kuroro wanted to leave the room now. Or at least get off the fricking bed, where just a few moments ago, he had had the blonde in his arms and his lips underneath his- No. He had to stop thinking of these stuff, and instead focus. Focus on why he had done the sudden act, instead of focusing on how it felt when Kurapika had reacted to it.
Focus on all the roots of Kuroro's own problems, instead of realizing how empty the room seemed to be without the blonde's quiet, all-consuming presence. He finally reached a grip of himself, and relief pooled in his chest at the little bit of self-control he had managed to capture.
As soon as Kurapika went out of the shower room, Kuroro straight-forwardly asked him,
"What cause you to attack your own ally?" That question had Kurapika think hard before answering, "No.. That's not me." and he realized how scared he was.
"That's not me controlling my body."
A/N: Okay! Yosh! I updated after 6 months! Wao, I'm so proud, my beda-reader is proud of me too!
Sabby: I'm not.
Anyway, how do you like the vulnerable and innocent Kurapika ? What about Kuroro? More of an angel or demon, or both? I don't see them really OOC here, what do you think?
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