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Constellations | Kurapika

Fandom: Hunter x Hunter

Pairing: Kurapika/Reader

Word Count: 6587

Summary: You are a member of the Phantom Troupe cursed with the grief of losing your close friend Paku. You vow to avenge Paku, but your pursuit for her murder’s blood causes your life to change forever.

Warnings: Fight scenes, somewhat explicit language

A/n: This was originally a fic written for my friend who absolutely adores Kurapika. I ended up being proud of what I wrote and I wanted to post it here. Enjoy!

“Do you trust me?”

Pakunoda’s face was stoic as ever as she raised her pistol to you. A sad smile spread over her face as she pulled the trigger.

Six bullets and Paku was gone. Memories began to flood your brain like a river. Flashes of red eyes, chains, and blond hair fill your mind. You feel Paku’s powerful memories fill your entire body, rushing through your veins like molten gold.

You run to her, tears beginning to sting your eyes as you fell to the ground, reaching for her lifeless head and holding it close. Sobbing into Paku’s hair, you hear the silent shuffling of the other Troupe members walk towards her body. Shizuku hesitantly presses two fingers to Pakunoda’s neck hoping to feel a pulse.

“She’s dead” Shizuku confirms in a solemn voice.

As Phinks begins to recount Paku’s last memories to the Troupe, you stay frozen to the ground, unable to let go of your dead friend. Your memories of Paku cloud your vision. She was your first friend on the Phantom Troupe when you joined one year ago. Paku was always there for you, when Franklin would ignore you, when Phinks would push you around, when Feitan would make fun of you, and even when Hisoka would make passes at you. You breathed her in, hugging her body tight hoping that maybe, if you held her close enough, cried enough, told her you miss her enough, that she would come back to life. If you could, you would have taken that chain for her.

Her intoxicating scent fills your brain, the same expensive perfume she always wore burned its way into your mind; the imprint of an unspoken promise that you will never forget Pakunoda.

“I will avenge Paku. Whoever did this to her will never touch my friends again” you whisper quickly, eyes burning with hatred. His blond hair. His red eyes. His chains. He was going to regret ever touching Paku.

Feitan clears his voice to speak. He shakes his black hair out of his eyes.

“There’s no point in waiting. We have to capture the chain user. He already killed Uvo and Paku. The Spider must not lose more legs…”

An uneasy shift falls over the Phantom Troupe. Ever since Chrollo gave every member a prophecy, those whose prophecies promised death were hesitant to take on any tasks.

“…Whoever captures the chain user will get ten million of my personal Jenny”

At the sound of the prize money, the eyes of the Troupe members began to light up.

“Fucking thieves” you grumble under your breath as you gently place down Paku’s head and begin to leave for the entrance.

“Where would you be going y/n?” Hisoka sneered in your direction.

His disgusting yellow eyes pierced yours as if he was peering into your soul. Since you have joined the Troupe, Hisoka never liked you. He was the coldest out of all the members but also the most power-hungry. With Chrollo missing and Paku and Uvo dead, nobody in the Troupe knew why he was still around.

“I’m going to get that prize money” you replied coldly, sheathing your dagger and turning away.

There was no point in expressing your friendship with Paku to Hisoka. He was just a heartless, power-hungry, freak.

As you stepped out of the Troupe base in YorkNew, you were hit by the cold wind waking you up to what happened.

Paku’s scent fills your brain again as you sank to the ground, tears filling your eyes again. You were going to avenge Paku if it was the last thing you ever do.

~~~

It has been three days since Paku’s death and you have yet to take a break from searching for the chain user. With Paku’s memory bomb, you now knew what he looked like and that he worked with the Nostrade family. It would be impossible for you not to find him.

Today was the final day of the auction and the Nostrade family was expected to attend the final auction. This could be your last opportunity to find the chain user.

You would catch the chain user if it was the last thing you did.

As you walk through the outskirts of YorkNew you begin to feel uneasy in the dark, empty streets. You were completely concealed with Zetsu, nobody could find you, but you still felt as if you were being watched.

Picking up your pace, you begin to jog towards the city, the lights of midtown YorkNew drawing nearer with every step. The streets were completely silent with only the sound of your steps filling your ears. However, with every step, you feel your stalker grow closer, burning a hole with their eyes into your back. With a hand on the hilt of your dagger, you quickly spin around, hoping to catch your stalker dead in their path, but there was nobody behind you. Listening for footsteps, you scan the alleys around you.

“Could it be the chain user?” You thought to yourself.

Your hand tightens around your dagger, not fully unsheathing it yet. Whoever was following you was well concealed, however, they must be immensely strong if they could sense you despite you using Zetsu.

Suddenly from behind you, you begin to hear a low growl and footsteps approaching you. You turn your head back as you realize who your stalker is.

A Shadow Beast.

“A Phantom Troupe member I see,” the Beast growled at you. “Strange to see one alone,” he said, licking his lips revealing his razor-sharp teeth.

“Who are you,” you reply, calmly turning around and slanting your eyes towards the strange man.

“Ah, what a shame you don’t know me. I’m Rabid Dog. I was sent by the Ten Dons to kill Phantom Troupe members.”

Never letting go of your dagger, you sense his bloodlust envelop the two of you.

“Attacking me would be futile. I have fought people stronger than you,” you say in a low voice, hoping he leaves you alone.

Rabid Dog had the strongest Nen of any Shadow Beast member you have ever met. The past three days have drained all your energy and it could take all your energy to fight Rabid Dog.

Rabid Dog laughed maniacally as he entered a fighting stance.

“Not if I kill you first,” he says as his eyes began to glow red, lunging towards you.

Shocked by how fast he was, you were too slow to counter him, allowing him to land a hit on your face. You stagger backward, feeling your cheek grow hot and your metallic blood pool in your mouth. Never taking your eyes off Rabid Dog, you unsheathed your gold dagger, and almost as fast as the speed of light, you dart behind him, stabbing your dagger into his side.

Realizing what happened, Rabid Dog grabs your wrist jolting your body forward from behind him. He licked his teeth before biting down on your shoulder. With his claws, he slashed your legs, leaving bloody gashes on your thighs and calves. As you stumbled backward, you felt your world spin, your head growing light as blood rushed out of your shoulder and legs. You slanted your eyes towards him as you pressed a button on the bottom of your dagger’s hilt. In one mechanic motion, the blade of your dagger extended, turning it into a sword.

Your aura erupted into a flame around you, shades of red, orange, and yellow flicking around your body. As you turned your head towards him, your eyes began to glow golden, the same golden hue of your sword. In your left hand, a fire grew from your palm in the same colors as your aura. Your power taunted Rabid Dog to approach you, inviting him to his death.

Rabid Dog stepped back examining the ground before you as he watched your Nen engulf him and you. Never having seen someone as powerful as you, Rabid Dog was unsure of what to do, any move he made was certain death.

In one final attempt, Rabid Dog lunged full speed at you, hoping to land a fatal hit. Before he could touch you, you bright your sword down on him in one fell swoop, stabbing him through the back and out his other side. With all your power, you emitted your final attack on Rabid Dog, incinerating him in one final show of light, leaving him dead on the empty street.

Delirious from using all your power, your aura shrinks back into you. Pulling your bloodied sword out of Rabid Dog’s back and retracting it back into a dagger, you begin to break into a run, running away from the dead body in the street. Your shoulder and legs, still bleeding from Rabid Dog’s potentially fatal bite, grow heavy, your mind grows dizzy. Your legs were on autopilot, one moving right after the other, but they began to fail slowly as well. You could only run a couple of blocks before falling to the ground, your eyes blurring the city around you. The last thing you heard was your dagger falling to the ground in a loud clang.

~~~

You wake up to a sharp pain from your right shoulder and legs. Opening your eyes, you had no idea where you were. Your wounds were bandaged, but you could still see maroon stains seeping through the bandage. You winced as you propped yourself up on the mattress, shifting your weight onto your left shoulder.

“Where the hell am I…” you wonder to yourself. This was nowhere you have ever been before.

As your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you glanced around to attempt and piece together where you were. It looked as if you were in a large circus tent. From the corner of your eye, you could see abandoned arcade machines and what used to be a concession stand with a big, plastic clown head on a sign that read “Snacks.”

This was the stuff of nightmares. You knew you had to get out of this strange place.

You picked yourself up off the mattress and reached for your dagger, but when your hand met your scabbard, it was empty. You jolted upwards, eyes full of panic; that dagger was your only weapon. Without it, you would be forced to fight with only your Nen. You reached under the mattress hoping that your dagger fell underneath, but all you could feel was the cold linoleum the mattress laid on.

“Looking for this?”

You spin around, searching for who spoke. From the darkness, you see a blond-haired man with piercing red eyes approaching you.

It was the chain user.

His blond hair was swept messily and his eyes were crazed as if he hadn’t slept in days. He wore a fitted black suit with the tie slightly unraveled around his neck. His left hand was tucked into his pocket and in his right hand held his dagger and his chains. He twirled your dagger in his hand nonchalantly, never looking away from you.

With every step he took towards you, your heart beat faster, unsure of what he would do next. You began to move back, backing up towards the wall.

“Who are you” you muster with your strongest voice. “What is your name?”

You were backed against a wall; there was no escaping the chain user. The chain user put an arm next to your side, trapping you from leaving.

“Kurapika. I am the last of the Kurta clan. Your Troupe killed my family.”

Kurapika’s eyes bore into your soul; his red eyes flickered with bloodlust as he contemplated what he was going to do with you. You had no way to escape him.

“What clan? I’ve never heard of the Kurta.” The Troupe did not commonly discuss missions they did in the past. There have done far too much evil in the world. “I only joined the Troupe a year ago.”

Kurapika slanted his eyes towards you, his body leaning closer down to yours, only an inch separating you.

“Don’t lie to me,” he breathed down your neck.

His words sent a shiver through your spine. Kurapika held so much power and you were scared of what he could do to you. You knew what he was capable of, after what he did to Paku…

“I swear I’m not lying. I only joined the Troupe a year ago. I joined to earn money for my family back home. I only just met the full Troupe this August for the auction.” Your words shakily fell out of your mouth. If you lied to Kurapika, he could easily kill you.

Kurapika’s eyes softened as he examined you. He knew you were telling the truth. He stepped back, the redness in his eyes disappearing. In one swift motion, he held your dagger up to you. You winced, thinking he was going to stab you, but his eyes beckoned for you to take your dagger back. Trembling, you reached up to grab your dagger. You quickly sheathed your dagger and looked back up to Kurapika. His blond hair covering his face made it impossible for you to read his expression. There was no way to know what he was thinking.

“Why did you bring me here? What is this place?”

Kurapika let out a sigh, “I didn’t find or bring you here. Hisoka did.”

You stepped back. Hisoka? You barely talked to him. Was he friends with Kurapika? Your mind was racing with questions to ask.

Kurapika continued, “Hisoka and I have been working together. He tells me where members of the Troupe are and I help him separate Chrollo from the rest of the Troupe so he can fight him; however, that has been impossible since Chrollo lost his Nen and disappeared.”

“That still doesn’t explain where I am or why I’m here or even why I have these stupid bandages,” you shot back at him.

He raised an eyebrow, taken aback by your sudden tone.

Nonchalantly he replied, “We are in the abandoned amusement park in YorkNew. I requested for Hisoka to bring you here after he found you in the street; however he never explained to me that you were a new member…” Kurapika thought before continuing, “And to answer your question, I bandaged your shoulder. I thought I was going to be fighting you and I prefer to have my opponents fighting me with all their power.”

Kurapika turned to walk away, putting both of his hands into his pockets. “I suppose since you did not participate in the massacre of my clan, I will not kill you, but you must stay here. I can’t have you telling other Spiders about me.”

All this information made you confused. Kurapika was not a murderer and you still had no idea as to why the Troupe murdered his clan.

With the courage you had left in you, you mustered a small reply back to Kurapika. “Thank you. I am sorry about your clan.”

Looking behind his shoulder, he said calmly, “Don’t apologize. You didn’t kill them.”

Then he was off. Kurapika closed the door to the amusement arcade and you were alone.

~~~

You don’t know how many hours it has been since you spoke to Kurapika. After he told you what happened your mind became dizzy again, forcing you to lie back down on the mattress shivering from the cold and lightheaded from your injury. You woke up to the opening of the abandoned arcade door. Kurapika stepped in confidently with two plates of food in his hand. Embarrassed he had to see you in such a weak state, you hurried to sit up, but as you propped yourself up, you placed all your weight on your injured shoulder. Seeing your wince from your injury, Kurapika hurried over and knelt to you, placing the food next to him.

“You shouldn’t be so careless. Your shoulder seems to have been infected with a poison of some sort. Whoever bit you must have had venom in their fangs,” Kurapika said hurriedly as he supported your back, allowing you to rest your right shoulder.

That explained the excruciating pain from your shoulder. Any other bite wouldn’t have been so tolling on you.

“Do you know when my shoulder will be healed?” You asked as you shifted your body, allowing Kurapika to sit next to you on the mattress.

“It would normally take a month to fully heal, but I have been trained to deal with injuries of all kinds, so I could probably fix you up in two weeks or so. I already cleaned up your other wounds, so those will probably heal in a week or so. The gashes on your legs might take longer, however,” Kurapika replied handing you the food he made.

Seemingly as if he could read your confused mind, Kurapika said “Traditional Kurta bao. The recipe has been passed down through my family.”

You nodded quickly before taking a bite, impressed by his cooking skills.

“Did you make this?” you said with a mouth full of food.

“Well since I am the only one left of the Kurta, yes y/n,” Kurapika chuckled lightly.

You felt your face grow hot with embarrassment. Of course, he made the food. Who else could have? To hide your face, you stuffed your mouth with more food, hoping you wouldn’t say anything else equally as embarrassing.

“You were out for an entire day you know?” Kurapika said casually.

You felt yourself choke on your food. A whole day? You had completely missed the auction. Well… that wasn’t exactly necessary anymore since you had found Kurapika, but you felt uncomfortable with the fact of betraying him to the Troupe.

But Paku…

“Quite annoying for me since I had to lift your body to change out your bandages,” Kurapika continued. “I’m sure your shoulder feels much better though, I used some of my Nen on it hoping to extract the venom—“

“Did you kill Paku?”

Your words surprised him. You felt Kurapika tense up next to you. He hadn’t expected you to have known Pakunoda.

“Yes, but I only did it because she killed my family. I used Judgement Chain on her, placing a curse on her that would kill her instantly if she used her Nen.”

Judgment Chain… You remembered that from Paku’s memories.

“Who did she kill?” You asked hesitantly, hoping Kurapika wouldn’t grow hostile.

To your surprise, Kurapika replied casually, “nobody in my immediate family but she killed a couple of my relatives, my uncles, aunts, and cousins to be specific.”

You never thought of Paku as a killer, but you didn’t expect anything less from one of the founding members of the Phantom Troupe.

“I’m supposed to kill you, you know,” you said quickly, hoping Kurapika wouldn’t hear.

Kurapika looked at you, “Yes I am aware, Hisoka told me about the ten million Jenny prize to capture me. But I would assume since you questioned about Paku, you were more interested in revenge rather than money.”

You were shocked at how well Kurapika could read you. It was almost as if he knew you without knowing you for more than two days.

Kurapika let out a sigh. “Well. Are you going to kill me?”

His question shocked your entire body. You hadn’t thought about this after he told you about what Paku did to his family. You only feel anger towards him because he killed your friend, but your friend murdered his family. If it were your family that Paku murdered, you would want to kill her as well.

“I don’t think you,” you replied slowly, thinking about the words that left your lips. “I don’t think there is a point to do so. She killed your family. It would be irrational for you not to want to avenge your clan.”

Shocked at your sensibility, Kurapika’s eyes widened at you. You felt his eyes stare at you, unsure of what he would say next. Kurapika did not expect to be this civil with a Spider.

“Could you more about your clan?”

Kurapika quickly shifted his eyes away from you and looked down at his plate. Sighing softly, he set his plate down and looked towards the arcade tent ceiling with a nostalgic look sprawled across his face. You watched Kurapika as the memories of his past flooded back into his mind in a wave of longing and bittersweetness. Finally, Kurapika took a deep breath.

“Alright y/n—“

~~~

After two weeks, you grew amicable with Kurapika. Instead of the stone-cold murderer of Paku you originally thought he was, he was instead a kind, intelligent, and caring person. Every morning he would wake you up with food he made and change your bandages. He would carefully unwrap each bandage and clean the wounds with a tonic. At every wince of your shoulder, he would place a hand on the small of your back, whispering words to calm your body as he continued to work at your injuries. You still felt flustered allowing him to tend to you in this way, but you secretly enjoyed how attentive he was to you, how closely he paid attention to your wounds, and the way his Nen would work its way through your shoulder, slowly taking out the poison drop by drop.

You suspected he secretly enjoyed taking care of you as well.

Every morning, as he cleaned your wounds and you would eat, you would make casual conversation with him. You would ask him about his job with the Nostrades and he would ask you about your family at home. Although he was initially hesitant to share information about his job as he didn’t want to put the Nostrades in danger, he slowly began to open up to you after realizing you were of no threat to him. You quickly opened up to Kurapika as you already knew he was not interested in hurting you to using you to bait the Troupe

Kurapika would often have to do work for the Nostrades in the morning and afternoon, but he would always return to you. While he was gone, you were allowed to explore the amusement park, but your injuries usually made it difficult to be active without growing tired quickly. Sometimes when Kurapika would return later, he would return with food from his day out or with tea he made for you. You could talk for hours with him about the smallest things and you would always stay up late with him before he would pull away to sleep and prepare for the next day. By the end of the second week, you couldn’t help but grow a fondness towards Kurapika.

You think he might be growing quite fond of you as well.

One evening when Kurapika arrived back exceptionally late, he walked into the arcade holding a large thermos of tea.

“Do you have cups to go with that?” You laughed lightly at him.

Smiling softly, he reached his hand down towards you, inviting you to stand up. Your leg wounds have stopped bleeding and walking around has been much easier with Kurapika’s constant care. You grab his hand, standing up whilst supporting your weight by linking your arm with his. Without saying a word, he guided you to the door, holding it open for you as you stepped outside. It was a clear night with a spattering of stars against the dark indigo of the sky. Kurapika, still linked to your arm led you to the exit of the amusement park and towards a path to a hill behind the park. With a hand on your back, he patiently helped you up the hill, chuckling lightly when you would get frustrated with your legs.

Finally, at the top of the hill, you saw a small blanket with a basket on top of it, keeping the blanket from drifting away. A breeze engulfed you as you lowered yourself onto the blanket, leaving you shivering. Noticing how cold you were, Kurapika reached behind the basket for a rolled-up blanket and draped it over both of your shoulders, warming both of you.

“This seems like an impractical place to drink tea,” you joked quietly, smiling towards him.

“Sometimes the impractical is the most exciting,” he replied in an equally as soft voice.

As the night grew colder, Kurapika pulled you in closer, letting you rest your head on his shoulder as he rested his head on top of yours. Kurapika pointed out the constellations to you as you drank your tea quietly whilst eating the bao he prepared.

“What’s that constellation?” You interrupted, pointing towards the brightest star in front of you.

“You’re going to have to be more specific than that,” Kurapika laughed softly, looking into your eyes.

“You know the one, the one that looks like an upside-down stick figure.”

Glancing upwards, Kurapika squinted towards the direction you pointed at. A soft smile spread across his face as he recognized the stars.

“That one is Andromeda, the chained maiden, she was supposed to be a sacrifice to save her mother and family, but the hero Perseus saved her and wed her…” Kurapika said dreamily.

You were drawing circles on Kurapika’s leg with your finger as you listened. The night was completely silent except for the occasional car horn from YorkNew. As Kurapika told the myth of Andromeda and her lover Perseus, you watched the city lights, shining just as bright as the stars above.

“Andromeda and Perseus later founded the kingdom of Mycenae and after her death, Athena immortalized their love in the stars,” Kurapika finished, taking a sip from the thermos.

You nestled your head deeper into the crook of Kurapika’s neck, acknowledging that he finished the myth.

Noticing your gaze towards the city, “I love you so concentrated, your face turns so serious” Kurapika joked, shifting the blanket more to your side.

Your heart tripped over those three words, forgetting the words that followed. Your heart rate increased, unsure of how to reply to Kurapika. Those three words left you utterly speechless. Your brain scrambled and isolated those three words from the rest of his sentence. Those three words left you defenseless.

Kurapika noticing your sudden stiffness to his words, looked down at you, hoping to read your emotions from your face. Feeling his eyes on you, you looked up at him, catching his eyes. His normally dark grey eyes were light and soft, filled with a dreamlike look in them. You were an inch, maybe less, from his face. You could feel him breathing and he could sense your racing heartbeat. His eyes peered into yours, trying to figure out what you were going to do next, you did the same. Time seemed to slow down as your heads drew closer.

“Sorry,” you said quickly as your turned your head down, a flush spreading across your face.

Kurapika turned his face down too, confused at what, or what didn’t happen. To break the silence, Kurapika cleared his throat.

“Well, we should probably go back now. It’s getting late,” Kurapika said in a low voice, masking any emotion.

You nodded at him, picking up the blanket he let slip down his shoulders. As you placed the folded-up blankets and empty plates back into the picnic blanket, Kurapika reached down to help you stand up. With your arm around his, you walked back with him to the abandoned amusement park in silence.

“Fuck. What did I do?” You thought to yourself as he helped you down the hill, holding the picnic basket for you.

You cursed yourself for being injured, this was embarrassing for you. You wished you weren’t so awkward around Kurapika. You wished you could stop messing up around him.

As you reached the bottom of the hill with your hand still around Kurapika’s arm, you couldn’t but feel dejected about what you were too scared to do on the hill. You have been suppressing your feelings for him for a week. You could sense that he felt the same way, but neither of you wanted to act first. When Kurapika turned the corner to the entrance, he suddenly grew stiff. Confused, you looked up to see two dark figures in front of the park entrance. Your grip on Kurapika tightened as his brow furrowed and he took his hand out of his pocket in preparation to use his chains.

“Are you lost,” Kurapika yelled from where he and you stood.

From the distance you were standing, you could hear two low maniacal laughs erupt from the people standing in your way. Kurapika pointed his chains at the intruders.

“I suggest you leave before you regret your decisions,” Kurapika warned, his aura growing around him.

The taller figure stepped forward and opened his mouth to speak. “We aren’t here for you, we are here for y/n,” he said, pointing towards you. “I am Worm and this is Porcupine. Y/n here killed our partner Rabid Dog and it would be foolish for us to let that go unpunished.”

Porcupine and Worm sharpened their glare towards you and you immediately start to feel your aura grow in anticipation for a fight.

“We will not leave until y/n is dead, so I suggest you stand aside as to not get dragged into the fight,” Porcupine said, directing his words towards Kurapika.

Kurapika stayed firm and his eyes began to grow dark, ready to fight the two Shadow Beasts before him. Seeing as Kurapika would not move, Porcupine and Worm glanced towards each other and nodded.

“Suit yourself,” Worm said just as he dove headfirst into the ground.

“Y/n run.” Kurapika directed. “Your legs will carry you far enough.”

Your eyes filled with panic, you could not let Kurapika fight on his own. Despite him being extremely powerful, you could not let Kurapika be outnumbered. You ignored him and continued to look at the ground in front of you, looking for any sign of Worm.

“I will not let you fight them alone. I will be fine,” you mustered in your strongest voice.

Suddenly, Worm erupted from the ground, landing a punch on Kurapika’s jaw, sending him backward.

Worm let out a disgusting laugh, “You should have left when you had the chance.”

Worm dove down into the ground again, but this time, burrowed out behind Kurapika, landing a hit to the back of his neck. If Kurapika were any normal human, this would have been a fatal shot, but Kurapika was not a normal human. Worm’s hit only enraged Kurapika more. Focusing towards Worm and activating his Nen, Kurapika’s chains extended from his hand, entangling Worm. Unsure of what to do next, Worm wiggled in the chain, extending his arms to attack Kurapika from afar. Kurapika blocked Worm’s hits while tightening his chain, choking Worm. While Kurapika was distracted with Worm, Porcupine shot his quills towards Kurapika, piercing Kurapika’s left arm.

Unsure of what to do, you begin to run towards Porcupine, grabbing your dagger and activating it into a sword. Before Porcupine could notice, you cut off all his hair, leaving Porcupine with only a short stubble of hair.

“What a foolish move. You should know that as a manipulator, I can always grow my hair back,” Porcupine said slowly.

You stepped back as Porcupine’s aura began to cover himself and in a dramatic show of power, Porcupine’s quills grew back harder and sharper. You lunged again at Porcupine, hoping to land a hit on Porcupine’s stomach, but right as your sword was about to pierce his skin, he shifted his quills to cover his stomach, acting as a shield to protect himself from your attacks. Porcupine, watching Worm struggle to escape from chain jail, shot his hair once more towards Kurapika, landing more on Kurapika’s back. Blood from the puncture wounds began to dot the sleeves and back of Kurapika’s clothing. Still focusing on his Nen, Kurapika continued to restrict Worm from leaving the chains, squeezing Worm slowly to death.

Impulsively, you run towards Kurapika and Worm with your sword up, weaving through the quills with your speed. Worm, distracted by Kurapika, did not notice you sneak up behind him and stab your sword through Worm’s head, leaving him dead. Kurapika, impressed by your speed turned his attention towards Porcupine, sending his chains to wrap around Porcupine; however after Kurapika’s chains engulfed Porcupine, the pieces of Worm’s body began to move.

“Worms can move even after they are severed into pieces,” Kurapika breathes under his breath, frustrated with the fight.

Bloodied and bruised from Porcupine’s quills, Kurapika was limited in what he could do, he was forced to fight defensively.

You feel the severed pieces of Worm begin to crawl up your leg as you stood in place, trying to figure out what to do next. Despite being chained, Porcupine continued to shoot his spines towards you and Kurapika. You dodged the quills, easily but Kurapika was receiving the brunt of the fight. In what seemed like hours, you watched as Kurapika’s aura grow smaller as Kurapika was losing blood from Porcupine’s quills. In a moment of desperation, you activate your Nen to form a fire around your body, lighting up your sword and body. With a flame in your hand, you directed the beams to incinerate the pieces of Worm on the ground and your leg. Being covered by Nen, your body was fireproof, but Worm’s fragile, Nen-less body was unable to defend itself. You watched as the pieces of Worm began to shrivel up and dissipate into ashes, floating off into the air. Your hands grew hot with the flames beginning to form in both palms. You dropped your sword, not needing to use it to fight anymore.

“Run,” you whisper under your breath to Kurapika as you directed your attention to Porcupine. If he got caught in your flames, he would burn to death as well.

Noticing the fires beginning to form at the corner of your eyes, he extended his chain, allowing him to run away whilst still constricting Porcupine from moving. You walked slowly towards Porcupine, his eyes full of fear of what you could do. You put your hands together, combining the two flares in your palms. Porcupine began to shoot his quills towards you, but before the quills could come into contact with your skin, the fire surrounding your body burned them, turning the quills into the same ash you turned Worm into. The same ash you will turn Porcupine into.

“Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,” you say in a low voice as you neared Porcupine, the Nen around your body growing bigger, eyes bright gold glowing in the night. “We warned you to turn back before you would regret it.”

Once the final word left your mouth, you emitted the fires from your hands in one beam towards Porcupine. The flames burned through Porcupine’s quills like a fire through a sheet of paper. Porcupine’s skin was incinerated into dark charcoal, and soon his body began to dissolve into ashes and dust flowing away into the night sky, leaving nothing but a pile of chains as a reminder of the body that used to stand there.

~~~

It had been three days since the fight outside the amusement park and although you left relatively unscathed, Kurapika had puncture wounds all over his body, causing him to lose a lot of blood. You spent the next couple of days nursing him back to full health, paying just as much attention to him as he did to you when you were hurt. You started to think your entire relationship was built upon saving the other person from dying from injuries.

After your fight, your shoulder healed at a much faster rate, possibly from the fire burning all the poison away. While you tended at Kurapika you began to notice another power you had from your Nen. Healing. A juxtaposition to your destructive fire powers. You suspect you might have learned your healing powers from Kurapika when he used to use it to heal you. When healing, your flames materialized into a soft warmth over Kurapika’s body, lightly burning off any bacteria or dirt that accumulated on the puncture wounds, allowing the wounds to heal faster. Kurapika was impressed with your growing power, never looking away from you when you used your Nen on him. By the night of the second day, Kurapika was well enough to stand on his feet and walk thanks to your Nen and care.

~~~

“Watch your step,” you laughed at Kurapika, watching him stumble over the unpaved path.

Grumbling under his breath, not liking to be helpless, he asked, “where are you taking me anyways.”

You grinned softly towards him, shaking your head “no” as to remind him that it was a secret. Nodding lightly in slight annoyance, Kurapika continued walking up the dimly lit path. When the two of you reached the top of the path, Kurapika turned towards you, recognizing the location.

“It’s the hill you took me to,” you whispered, trying to hide your blushing face.

You felt Kurapika’s arms wrap around your side as he drew you closer. You walked with him holding your waist to the blanket you set down and food you prepared for him. Letting him go, you let him sit down and grab the second blanket from inside the blanket, enveloping around the two of you. Opening up the basket, further, Kurapika’s eyes lit up, seeing what you prepared for him.

“How did you learn to make these?” He said, holding up the Kurta bao you spent all day trying to perfect.

“It took a lot of trial and error, but I mostly just guessed and based on how you made yours,” you beamed back at him, hoping he enjoys the food you made.

Kurapika took a bite, pleasantly surprised with how it tasted.

“Well obviously you have a long way to you,” he joked, smiling towards you, “but for the most part, it’s very good. Good job.”

At his words, you nestled yourself closer to his body, watching him finish the last of the food.

“The sky is quite clear isn’t it?” You ask him, breaking the silence.

“Yes it is, you can almost see all the stars again,” he says, looking up and pointing to a couple of constellations.

As he began talking about the Greeks and their myths in the stars, your eyes began to grow heavy, heart content, and safe with the man next to you. You must’ve fallen asleep at some point as you woke up to Kurapika running his hands down your side reassuringly. Embarrassed by your fatigue, you looked back up at Kurapika, reading the expression on his face as he looked intently towards the YorkNew lights.

“What are you thinking about?” You ask, hoping to understand the man before you.

Without a warning, he leans downs towards you and lands a soft kiss on your mouth, filling you with warmth and melting your insides.

“That,” he said, pulling away slightly.

Embarrassed yet again, you started to flush, trying to stop your stupid grin from covering your entire face.

Watching the redness spread across your face and laughing softly, he leaned down again, molding his lips into yours in a gentle embrace. He snaked his arms around your body, holding you tighter. With the glow of YorkNew illuminating your faces, you felt completely, and perfectly, and incandescently happy.

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