Lonely Chains

- The Phantom Troupe-

He did better than I thought!

All of a sudden, the house echoed with cheerful laughs coming from what sounded like someone in their youth.

"Gon! Killua! What are you doing here??" Leorio asks from the front door. Gon and Killua?  Energetic steps came clacking towords the living room, making me highten my guard. "Kurapika!" A boy said with exitment revealing himself.

He Had forest black/green pointy hair, chocolate brown eyes that sparkled with determination and kindness. At first glance, he looks like no ordinary kid. Following him was a boy around the same age as him, with a cooler and cold personality. He had Crystal white hair that shined flawlessly in the light. His eyes were icy blue with an undertone of deep lavender. His eyes gave the impression that there was more to him, more than the immediate 'cold' impression.

Amazing how much you can tell about a person form their eyes.

*Time skip to months later, Kurapika and Y/n's friendship.... for now... start to strengthen to an unbreakable bond. Leorio, Gon, and Killua began to get to know Y/n and accept them as a part of their group, though it took time to warm up to  Killua hahaha. They all form a bond that is stronger than any form of nen or power. Y/n moves in with Kurapika and Leorio, while Killua is staying with Gon at Gon's Aunt Mito's house. Y/n becomes more comfortable around the group and their self is slowly starting to come back, so you'll see them joking more and becoming more comfortable with responding, they'll seem different*

"Not my fault your an old hag and cant keep up!" Killua teases gradually getting faster.

"Killua that's enough!" Gon scolds matching his jogging pace.

I stop, huffing and basically dying on the side of the road. Why do they have to run so fast??

After awhile learning about Kurapika and his involvement with the Phantom troupe, we all came to terms on how dangerous it was for me to be around them. Since i'm also a surviving member of the Kurta clan, I could be in huge trouble being around the "Chain user" for i'm seen as a "weakness".

My hatred that grows every living second I breath, doesn't fade, and it never will. That's the only thing that's different from me and Kurapika, the thing he fears most in this world is not death, not the dark... but the possibility of the hatred and the yearn for revenge that's implanted deep in his heart will eventually fizzle away. Iv'e decided to get stronger by training with them for the worst of the worst. I'm smart but my phisycal capabilities are embarassingly low.

"Yeah keep talking and i'll strangle you!" I yell at Killua, splat on the floor of the sizzling pavement.

I'm only 19 :(

I could almost see him rolling his eyes and ignoring me.

I could hear footsteps running behind me, catching up to us. Kurapika did say he would join us after he finished a chapter of DinoHunter. Every night we'd sit on the couch and read another chapter of DinoHunter together while Leorio studies on the other end of the couch and Gon and Killua watch whatever they watch on the floor next to the fireplace. We've re-read that book so many times I can't count anymore. Leorio would make fun of us for reading a children's book but we both know he doesn't understand why we read it.

"Need a hand?" Kurapika laughs at my dying and sweaty figure, still on the pavement and puts his hand out for support.

" Ha ha very funny Kurapika." I say grabbing his hand as he helps pull me up.

We begin to jog again, trying to catch up to the two competing on "Who can run 10 miles the fastest".

Techniqually this was training for the 'worst case senario'.... which is the phantome troupe finding out Kurapika, the "chain user" has a weakness. They'd automatically assume i'm a weakness since i'm sure they've caught onto that Kurapika is a member of the Kurta. Why else would he.... we, have that much burning hatred for them.

They killed our family, our clan, our home.

My teeth grit, thinking of what they've done without any remource. Those damn selfish creatures. I'll make sure they ROT.

My eyes start to fabricate to it's Vibrant red color, making my expression shift into anger.

Kurapika notices and grabs my hand, hoping to get my attenion.

"Lets take a breather." He says stopping, trying to calm me down. We sit on the curb of the road, noticing how the vast trees swung in the familiarity of the winds sweet flavor. The pollen swirls off the blossoming flower buds, attracting all bees in the area, it's finally spring.

I know he'll ask me what I was thinking about but I don't want to ruin his day. "I'm okay, no need to worry." I strain out closing my eyes, trying to shift back to normal. He gives me a reasuring smile and gently wipes the loose strands of hair in my face, behind my ear. He understands.

"Tommorow, let's work on controlling yourself. It won't be easy but I know you'll be able to do it." He says trying to get me to think about something else. The thing I really appreciate is that he knows exactly what to calm me down, he knows the same burning hatred for the people that selfishly took away our home.

I too, knew exactly what to say to help him. Funnily enough, it's like we were both each others sunscreen on a hot day.

I had told Kurapika to catch up with the others since I didn't want to hold him up. Of course he refused but I was close enough to the house to convince him to go. I stand up, shaking off my sore body from running like a mad man.

Something feels off..... something feels.... weird. I feel like i'm being watched.... but I can't feel anyones presence... strange. I doubt anyones using Zetsu.. right? (Y/n, your so dumb i swear WHEEZE)

All of a sudden a sharp object was peirced in the center of my back, as a threat. It wasn't enough to kill me, that's why it's probably a threat. Whoever this is has no intention on killing me yet, if they did, they would have killed me already.

"Come with me." A distorted voice said from behind me, digging the knife deeper into my back making me wince.

My silence was an affirmative no.

I felt the Knife pull out my back.... what?? Why would they- The knife appeared in front of my eyes making me gasp. What??? They slashed the Knife, perfectly across my Irises, seemimgly to blind me. I bite my lip in pain, trying not to reveal my voice. Blood dripped down my face, staining the pavement below me.

"Come with me, cooperate and you live." They repeated.

My silence and no movement said no again.

They raised their hand and-

"They said don't hurt them yet, just hurry and bring them back." A small voice croaked from what seemed like an earpiece.

What? Why do they want me? That's when the realization hit.

The Phantom Troupe.