Leopika Oneshots

Hiding Yet Again

TW: Mentions of abuse, mentions of death of a family member, almost written violence, drinking, implies relapse of self-harm, drug use (yeah it's a lot😀)
Leorio POV

"You always have something to hide!" Kurapika yelled.

"I don't have to tell you every little detail about my life! I never felt comfortable telling you because this is exactly how I knew you would act!"

"I'm your husband I should've known. And of course I'm going to be upset! You have another kid and didn't even tell me!" Kurapika's eyes flashed scarlet.

I took a step closer to him, "I just found out a few weeks ago! When we got married how was I supposed to know about the child my ex-fling has kept a secret from me since I was sixteen? I swear I was going to tell you when I was ready!"

"Oh like how you were going to tell me about your drug problem, and our financial problems, and the fact that you were a slut in high-school!" He pushed me away.

"I was going through shit okay!"

"Well sex isn't a healthy coping mechanism!"

"Neither is killing people you fucking psycho!" I yelled at him.

He made a face of disgust, "That is way worse than me calling you a slut! And that was to honor my family! Which you would know nothing about loving your family enough to honor because your father was a piece of shit!"

"Well at least I have a dad!"

"At least my dad didn't use me as a fucking punching bag!"

I clenched my fist, "I only wish I could use you as a punching bag right now."

"Do it pussy." By this point his eyes were a violent scarlet color, "I dare you! Or are you too afraid you're going to turn out like daddy?"

"You're about to turn into your dad real soon if you don't shut the fuck up."

"You look just like your dad. But you covered yourself in all those tattoos and piercings to hide it." I lifted my hand up to slap him, "And you straightened your hair, and wear all those fancy suits! And yet you still-"

Suddenly there was a loud cry and my heart broke. It was our daughter, Lucy.

I dropped my hand to my side and stood still, Kurapika ran down the hall into her room to see if she was alright.

I followed Kurapika after a few seconds, but since I was already in a bad mood so decided to keep my distance from both of them.

"Shh shh, it's okay baby. Papa didn't hurt me." Kurapika whispered as he picked her up.

"Did we make her cry? By arguing?" I asked.

He nodded, "Um yeah, I think we did." He looked up at me, "I think I'm going to stay at Melody's for a bit. So you can figure this entire thing out. I promise I'll be back, I just don't know when..."

"Last time you said that I didn't see you for five years."

He sighed, "Well I promise it won't be that long this time. Two months at the most. I just need you to figure out what you're going to do about this, because I'm truly sorry about what happened to her mom but I don't think I'll be able to take her in. I mean you had her with someone else and I think knowing that will cloud up my judgment. I love you but this needs time to be sorted out, I'm sure whatever decision you make will be the right one."

Kurapika began to walk into the living room with our daughter. I sighed, "Don't you need to bring her stuff?"

"She has stuff at Melody's, bye Leorio, I'm taking the bus."

"Bye Kurapika."

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I sipped on my drink quietly. It's already been an hour since Kurapika left and I've been drinking and popping pills for every second of it.

"Too afraid to turn out like daddy." I mumbled then took another sip of my drink, "Trying to hide it."

I scoffed and took another drink, "Well I hope he knows I'm not too afraid. What's there to be afraid of anyway! My dad loved me, I know he did." I took a pill and put it in my mouth.

I was about to take another sip of my drink but then I realized something, I wasn't too afraid because I already was turning into my dad. I look just like him, drink like him too. A fucking alcoholic.

I threw the bottle on the ground causing it to shatter into thousands of pieces. I looked at the pieces of the glass before shaking my head, "No. No, no no! Just go to bed, you'll be fine in the morning. And you can think about to do with that little boy you didn't even know was yours."

I looked at the glass again, maybe, it wouldn't be too bad of an idea. My tattoos always looked better red anyway.