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The Present : Destined

Title: My Soul To Find

A/N: Yes, I should finish LCA before jumping onto another, but this plot won't leave me alone. Bear with me and my out-of-control muse. Reviews are much appreciated. No flames though.

Disclaimer: If I owned the characters and the setting, don't you think I'd make this a book? The site's called for crying out loud!

Pairing: Kuroro and Kurapika.

Warning: Harsh language and adult themes. AU, in a way.

Rating: T

This time, it wasn't the ringing of an alarm clock that roused her. Instead, she fell from her bed and onto the floor in an ungraceful heap. Damn dreams! Cat picked herself up with a grimace and rubbed her eyes.

Great! Another uber weird dream. The fact that she could only remember bits and pieces of it, though she was sure that the dream itself had been eerily clear, only added to the weirdness. But she could recall the faces of 4 people. Four familiar people.

Her sister, Kathryn- Ryn - was a part of the dream. Cat could vaguely remember her blue mane and ice-princess looks. Then there was Samuel Lynch, her best friend. She wasn't sure how those two could appear together even in a dream. Ryn couldn't stand the jolly, sandy haired young man. Sam's little brother, Jake had also appeared. An image of the innocent, cheerful, hyper-active boy with his spiky black hair flashed in her mind and she smiled to herself. The kid was adorable. Last, but not least, was her very own father, Luther. Although, he'd seemed younger in her dream. The rest of the details were hazy. Images of these four were all she had.

But then again...she had this eerie feeling that she was forgetting something- someone –vital. An image of abysmal black eyes appeared in her mind's eye. There was something about those eyes...

Cat shook her head and took a deep breath. Clearly, she was losing it. In the past twenty years of her life, she'd never obsessed over a mere dream. Hell, her dreams were generally stupid and full of crap, like dreams usually were. So what was so different about these ones?

Her mind must be screwing with her. Probably because she was bored half to death. It was Sunday. No job hunting, so she was simply relaxing at home. But since her afternoon nap had been disrupted, she had nothing whatsoever to occupy her mind. She felt like setting fire to the house just for entertainment's sake. Damn, this was crazy!

She had to go out. Not to a mall, or a restaurant. Those weren't of much interest to her. She needed to go to bookstore. She was an ardent reader.

"Ah." She sighed out loud. "Everything will be better with some books." Or so she hoped.

. . . . .

Lucian absently fingered the birthmark on his forehead as he lounged in the comfortable chair. His bookstore, named Ysabeau, was unusually empty. He had a pretty good collection of books and the store had a classy look, so a lack of customers was generally not a problem. Today, though, was an exception.

Usually, he'd appreciate the solitude, but right now, being alone pulled his mind to a certain, blurry dream and a disconcertingly clear image of a pair of aquamarine eyes. Eyes that he was sure he'd never seen before. It would be impossible to forget those radiant orbs.

He heard the front door opening (finally!) and arranged his bangs so that they covered his birthmark. An inverted cross smack in the middle of one's forehead was not exactly inconspicuous. He had gone to great lengths to obscure it while he was a thief.

Plastering a disarming, but fake smile on his face, Lucian looked up at his customer, and froze.

A/N: It's not big, but it is a bit larger than the previous chapters. I did say they'd get bigger (this note is here jussssst for you, Toby). I'd like to say a big THANK YOU to all those who've been kind enough to review. You guys keep me going! Well, anyways, can you guess who the 'customer' is? It's pretty obvious. Now, to reply to these wonderful reviews,

1: October Lynx

Thank you. Thank you. As for the size, just be patient. J

2: sayurijaina0839

I'm glad you like this story.