LeoPika short stories and one shots!

Your Man- Josh Turner

{FIRST OF ALL I AM VERY SORRY FOR LACK OF CONTENT western au}

The tavern was dim, yet Kurapika hid underneath a wide brimmed hat. The place was packed, so he had to work extra hard to see, yet stay unseen.

Kurapika was wearing a faded blue flannel, tucked into his favorite pair of jeans, which were in turn tucked into a pair of golden cowboy boots. His hat was the same color as the vest he wore over his flannel... it was also the same color as the loaded gun holster hidden beneath it.

He was searching for a gangster. One of the brutes from the phantom troupe. There were reports of missing horses around these parts, and it was a good sign that maybe one of the gangsters would be in town.

At least, that's what the old shop keeper up the road said when Kurapika was buying a canteen. People in this town sure like to chat.

Kurapika took another gulp of his fruit smoothie. He couldn't afford to drink on the job, so something sweet would suffice.

Suddenly a band started up in the corner. A smooth voice cut through the chatter of the crowd.

"Baby lock the door and turn the lights down low," the singer was a tall man with dark hair and alluring eyes. His skin was sun kissed, and his hands were large compared to the microphone that he cupped gently. "Put some music on that's soft and slow."

Kurapika couldn't help but feel butterflies. He watched the singer, then forced himself to look away. No. This is too important.

He waved over one of the bartenders, asking about a gentleman by the name of Chrollo.

"Chrollo? Well, sorry about that, friend. I ain't ever heard the name Chrollo before. Does he have any friends I could help you look for?"

"Yeah he's got a buddy named Uvogin? No? Okay, how about Feitan?"

"Nope. I know a low of people, but those are some strange names you just pulled out."

"Maybe a Pakunoda?"

The bartender laughed. "Well of course I know Paku. She's a regular here."

"Really? When's the next time I can see her?" Kurapika asked, sounding a bit desperate.

"She comes on Tuesday nights to hear her friend sing. But I'll tell you what," the bartender leaned on their elbows. "You can find her at the sewing shop up the street, I think it's called patchwork som'm som'm. Tell her Hayden sent ya, and she'll warm right up. She'll help you find this Chromo friend of yours."

"Thank you very much. This means the world to me." Kurapika nodded his gratitude.

"Hey, it's no problem. But uh, you might not have noticed, but it seems you've got an admirer."

Kurapika turned in his seat to look over the crowd. Everyon had their eyes on the band. But the singer only had eyes for him.

"We're alone now, you don't know how, long I've waited to..." He gave Kurapika a gentle smile. "Lock the door and turn the lights down low."

Kurapika thanked the bartender again, then turned his full attention to the night's entertainment.

"Baby we ain't got no place to go," he still had that charming smile. "I been thinking 'bout this all night long." He changed the lyrics. "Never felt a feeling quite this strong. I can't believe how much it turns me on~ just to be your man."

With the last line, the band finished a couple of measures, then hit the final chord. The entire tavern erupted into cheers. The band waved, and the singer gave Kurapika a wink.