My soul into yours

The twist

Leorio's POV

So, Kurapika was coming over as well.

Was I feeling nervous? Hum.

He was arriving today, at 11 am. It was 5 and I was still completely awake. I think that was the first time I wasn't studying to forget my deep night thoughts.

Thinking about him isn't that bad though.

It took me a while to realize what was happening right now. I've played the scene again and again in my head, the day we've been talking over the phone. I had a bit of hope.

A tiny bit.

In fact, that nightmare was also played again and again in my head, without my consent. First, the horrible vision of Kurapika without his eyes. I couldn't even spend a day without thinking about how petrified I was, seeing his bleeding face. And I couldn't speak about that to my friends. If I wanted them to help me, I would have to tell them the whole story. Not me being ashamed to love another man... but what if they wouldn't accept it?

I've never been scared to come out because I thought I only had attraction over men bodies. And no one had to know about my whole life. But... catching feelings?

Geez, that wasn't one of the most important things to deal with right now. I tried to figure out what could this dream means. And I think I found out.

His eyes, his both deep blue and scarlet eyes that I loved so much. The Troop knew about him. The Troop knew that he was the last one.

One thing was for sure.

I'll never get to see Pika's eyes bathing into these degrading formol tubes.

The simple vison of that thought made me frenzy as hell. I'll never allow someone to kill him, even if it should cost my life.

Never.

Tears ran over my cheeks as I started sobbing. I was afraid of a disaster to happen. He couldn't die.

He was Kurapika. My Pika.

I couldn't stop thinking about him now. His short little body. His wide opened eyes when he couldn't understand something. His cute little fluffy cheeks who became red when he was angry against me or Killua. The way he was replacing his hair when it bothered him with the wind, with his long and thin fingers that I wanted to hold. The way he looked at my glasses, always denying that he wanted to try them on his cute nose. How adorable he would react every time he got scared by Gon and Killua's pranks. The feeling of his body against mine every time we hugged to comfort him. My chin on his head when he fell asleep and rested on my chest one day. His voice...

Watashi wa Kurapika.

His lips...

I wanted to feel more of him. I wanted to know more of him. I wanted him to know more of me. Until I wouldn't have any secrets left. Until he could know me by heart. I...

I could feel the night seized my whole body.

Where am I?

The place is huge. It looks like and old vintage theatre. Everyone is smartly dressed. Black suits for men, fancy colored dresses for women. Looks good.

Some classical musical comes to my ears. I'm still wondering what I am doing here. I'm taking a look at myself. Well-clothed, large black tie and suit, waxed shoes. Everything seems fine I guess.

Without wondering more I'm taking a seat right in front the middle of the scene. After some minutes, the stage curtain is raising up. There is a woman.