Au: a not depressing place where Y/n and Kurapika are friends with minimum trauma.
After months of job surfing, Kurapika had found the perfect job, for the most part. He had only been working at the cafe for a few months, but already he had faced rude customers, treacherous rush hours, and the inevitable exhaustion of working from 5pm to 11pm on top of his classes. But it was all worth it for the beautiful check he would receive bi-weekly. Unlike his previous jobs, the owner of the cafe actually payed him a decent wage and showed him basic human decency. To him, this job was a miracle in Pandora's box. Not only did he get free coffee and pastries, he also lived in walking distance of the cafe.
He had decided to begin cleaning up before he usually did because of the cafe's vacancy. As he's cleaning the window booth he notices a black wallet with a broken chain clasp in the corner of the seat. Its not unusal for customers to forget there personal belongings, but this wallet in particular was rather plump. Though the thought crossed his mind, he would never actually steal from the person; he was far too great of a coward to steal. Kurapika opened the black wallet and found that the driver's license belonged to a Y/n L/n. A twenty year old with a job obviously better than his own. He shoved the wallet into his back pocket. He would contact the owner of the wallet tomorrow morning. He didn't exactly trust the morning shift workers to not have a few bills accidentally slip into their pockets.
He finished cleaning the dining area before heading back to the kitchen to retrieve the pastries he had left for himself. Carefully holding the box of pastries in one hand, he stepped out of the cafe and locked up for the the night.
He went home and flopped onto his bed. He paid no mind to the evergrowing unopened pile of mail on his table or the usual buzzing sound of the air conditioning system. He retrieves it from his back pocket and opens the wallet. He pulls out the driver's license and realizes that concealed underneath is a poloroid picture of two people kissing in front of a sunset. Upon closer inspection, Kurapika made out a few features on the pair. He slowly pulled the photo out of the pocket and saw that at the bottom of the picture in neat handwriting, was the word "Always". He flipped the photo over and saw the date and place of where the photo was taken.
"This is probably Y/n and their boyfriend," Kurapika thought as he placed the picture back into the pocket. Deep inside of him he felt something off. It wasnt a bitter or envious feeling, but the picture did elicit an empty feeling in his stomach.
"Nevermind, I'm just hungry," he said, as his stomach growled. He stayed on his bed for a few minutes before finally forcing himself to get up to eat. He opened his fridge, a cool mist of air greeting him, sighing at the sight of an almost bare fridge.
He settled for a frozen one-person meal lasagna out of his freezer. "Ah yes, a dinner worthy of royalty," He could definitely afford to buy normal groceries if he wanted to, but according to him it was too "inconvenient" to do so. He ate slowly, not tasting the lasagna much, in order to mentally psyche himself up to call someone. After using his meal as a means of procrastination, he reluctantly dialed Y/n's number.
After having a few conversations with Y/n over the phone to organize a meeting, over the course of a week, Kurapika noticed that whenever they spoke, the background noise would be clearly audible and there would be an occasional scream. Concerned, he frequently questioned it, but by the time he did Y/n would always become busy once again.
They had settled on the third of May, one week from the current date, for the meeting . Kurapika set the date aside in his mind, only slightly curious as to what was happening in the background of Y/n and his phone calls. The day before the meeting, Kurapika's thoughts were occupied by his theories of what Y/n did, and while sweeping the front he knocked over a semi-full glass jar with a post-it note that had the word "Tips" scrawled onto it.
"Hey! What was that crash, Kurapika," someone yelled from inside the kitchen.
"Uh...nothing," Kurapika said slightly too loud.
He quickly started to scoop up all of the tips into his hands. As he grabbed the last stragglers, a piece of glass cut into his palm.
"Damn it!"
"What happened, Kurapika?"
A feminine figure stepped out of the kitchen holding a knife.
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Breaking The Chains (Kurapika x Reader)
FanfictionY/n's childhood was far from picture-perfect. The loneliness of their memories followed them regardless of where they were and who they were with. Izunavi, who had essentially adopted Y/n, trained them in various forms of martial arts until they wer...
