Oblivious | KuroKura AU

1. Intentions

Darkness, cold, and a sharp pain in his back was what greeted Chrollo in those first moments of consciousness. The slightest movement made his body shiver with pain, with it, a grimace on his face that led his eyes to widen sporadically.

He gasped and could see that he was at the bottom of a ravine. It wasn't deep enough to not be able to get out, but the environment warned that those branches and rocks, that seemed to credit his blows, would make the task difficult. However, what was he doing there? How did he end up in that unknown place? ...He didn't even seem to be in the real world anymore.

The wooded surroundings, vibrant colors and strange formations in the landscape elements baffled Chrollo. The blow to his head was enough to keep him dazed and confused even minutes after waking up. He stroked the back of his head and noticed it: blood. He sighed heavily.

At least he was still alive ... Right?

But that place didn't seem to be one he had seen before, he could not even think of any reason to be there, not even moments before the apparently violent accident.

He frowned, trying to remember, but nothing. He had to be patient to be lucid enough to remember everything. He knew well that such a fall was enough to leave him confused for at least 10 minutes or more. Little by little he rested an elbow on the ground, incorporating half his body.

His back hurt too much, a groan came out after that move. Chrollo closed his eyes for only few seconds when a pebble hit his cheek. Then a second one, and a third little stone made contact with his dark hair. He looked around without seeing anything, until murmurs, presumably, two different voices, seemed to argue something from the shadows. The young thief could not find those responsible before one of them voluntarily showed himself.

From the top of the slope, a boy with blond hair looked at him with that look between scared and determined. He was as confused as Chrollo, but a hint of surprise and intrigue shone out in the excited gaze of those big blue eyes. The little boy got closer, finally emerging from his hiding place behind the thick foliage of a bush.

"Are you still alive?" He asked raising his voice, his eyes fixed on Chrollo's.
 
Chrollo, somewhat confused but conscious, nodded with one of his hands still touching the back of his head. Intrigue got the better of his pain at that moment. The boy wore a suit that was too particular, strange even for someone like Chrollo who used to seeing too unique styles of clothing. The patterns on his clothes and the colors on them warned of his tribal nature, and so he knew that perhaps this child belonged to a specific group, but he did not know which one. Seeing a second boy show up, wearing a similar pattern on his clothing, confirmed this. He was in the territory of some tribe or something like that.

The children discussed something in low voices. Sharpening his hearing slightly, the young thief was unable to recognize what they were saying in that still unknown language. The smallest kid, with brown hair, was more concerned than the blonde one, who was smiling excitedly. He could already sense which of the two of them would get close enough to meddle.

"We are going to help you!" the blonde kid yelled again.

Both boys reentered the thick undergrowth and Chrollo fell unconscious again.

 
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Not enough time must have passed that when he opened his eyes, the same child who promised him help was watching him with an expression of total intrigue. He whispered something to a second figure, it was the other boy who accompanied him the first time. This time, they were in a different space, it seemed to be in the bowels of a hollowed-out tree.