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The light of (F/n)'s computer was the only light in the room and she stares at the screen with obvious boredom. She was scrolling through the Hunter's website, trying her best to find something about the chain user, but she came out empty-handed. She bites her lip in frustration and leans back into her grey couch before getting up and sluggishly steps into the kitchen.

The only thing on her mind was finding the chain user since she got the news from Illumi and it was making her frustrated. There weren't any hints and it wasn't like he was right under her nose.

Reaching her hand into the fridge, she pulls out a can of soda along with some leftover pizza, and she user her foot to close the door. She sits at the small dining table and lifts the tab of the soda, allowing it to hiss back at her. She drinks more than half of the carbonated drink in one go and sits it back down before picking up the cold pizza since she didn't bother to reheat it.

She stares at the cold slice, playing a game of frustrating tennis in her mind.

She could find the chains herself, but she didn't know where to start.

She could ask the Troupe, but they'd most likely tell her to piss off.

She could try the internet again, but that didn't work so well the first time.

It went on like this for five minutes and she grunts to herself before opening her mouth.

Just before she can take a bite, there was a loud and aggressive series of knocks on her door and she glared at her plate in frustration. She walks towards the front door and a burp escapes her mouth. She finally open the door, finding Kurapika with an other-worldly look of anger across his face. His eyes were a vibrant red. The same red (F/n) saw when she found him outside of his home. The same red that hovered above her as he sobbed and screamed.

"Hey, Kurapika," she says casually and his eyes widen at the sight of her. A wave of emotion hit him suddenly and a quiet gasp leaves his lips. He came here to kill another Spider, not her.

"You're-" he takes a step back, his hands trembling and the sound of metal clinking together catches (F/n) off guard, causing her gaze to fall on the chains that decorated the blond's hands, "a spider."

"And you're the chain user." Her words were barely above a whisper. Kurapika couldn't muster a response when she grabs him by the collar and pulls him into her house, slamming him into the door that was now closed. "You killed them," she growls, pushing him against the metal door with force, "I want to fucking kill you."

"The Phantom Troupe killed my entire clan!" He shouts back, staring into her angry, yet hurt, (e/c) eyes, with his red ones. "Killing them is my only purpose!" She was glaring at him, her hand clutched his shirt much tighter than before and she tosses him onto the floor, making him collide with her coffee table. He didn't bother getting up. Kurapika felt betrayed, so what was the point in fighting back? The one person that cared for him was a spider. A bug. "Why?" His voice broke and she looks down at him, her face showing nothing but mutual disappointment.

(F/n) ignored his broken expression and lets out a laugh. She found the situation almost amusing. Someone she felt close to in such a short amount of time was an enemy. "I can't believe the chains belong to you." She said it with such disbelief that it made the blond wince, "I actually cared for you and as much I want to kill you, " she takes a few steps in his direction and crouches to place a hand on his cheek, "I think I'll wait."

Kurapika's brow twitches at her statement and he pushes himself up before shoving her onto her back. "You didn't wait to kill my people. So why not finish the job?" He was straddling her now and she was grinning manically under him.

The thought crossed his mind and it made him doubt what he knew about her. Though, to be fair, he didn't know much about her in the first place.

"Wanna know something, Kur-a-pi-ka?" Her words held a teasing edge to them and this angered him further, but he nods anyway, "I don't know what the hell you're talking about." She flips their position, her strength easily overpowering his. His face flushes a soft red. Whether he was embarrassed, flustered because of the position, or the anger that ran through him; (F/n) didn't know.

"Of course, you wouldn't. You've probably taken countless lives!" He was once again on the verge of tears. The woman above him seemed to have cared for him in their past encounters, but why had everything felt like it was falling apart now? "Why would you remember my clan?!"

Their bodies began to ache slowly and she finally stands, giving him a sympathetic look. "When were they killed?" Her voice was lower than before and she holds out her right hand for him. He ignores it and pushes himself off of the floor, he was ready to kill her even if he didn't necessarily want to.

"Eight years ago," he says and wraps a nen chain around her waist. Unless she used Gyo, which he doubted she would, he'd have the upper hand on the next attack. (F/n) purses her lips and lets out a steady sigh. "I joined the Troupe five years ago." She wraps her hand around the nen chain, giving him a small smile before tugging him towards her. "What's this about?" She teases. "Do you still want to kill me?" He stumbles and falls against her after releasing the chain. His face falls into her chest and she laughs quietly at his now flustered face. He huffs before pulling away from her, cursing at himself. If they were in a different situation, then -maybe- he would've enjoyed being pressed against her.

"I didn't want to in the beginning." His answer was quick since he felt his body cool down and a chill runs throughout his body. The woman bites her tongue in thought, trying to think of what clan he was from. A light bulb seems to go off in her head and she says, 'you must be from the Kurta clan." She heard about them from Chrollo after he collected a pair of scarlet eyes. He wanted to keep them as a trophy. A disgusting trophy that made (F/n) gag the first time she saw them. Well, every time she caught of glimpse of them. She sits on the grey sofa, but Kurapika remains standing even after she offered for him to sit down.

"Yes, we are known for our scarlet eyes," he says, and (F/n) noticed the harsh undertone in his voice and the bitterness that laced through his words.

Finally, he asks the question that had been plaguing his mind since she opened the door. "Why did you join the Phantom Troupe?" She lets out a shaky sigh. It wasn't every day she had to talk about her shitty childhood, but if she wanted him to trust her, she knew she'd have to tell him. "When I was fifteen, my parents were involved in a murder-suicide. I stole and broke into places just to survive for two years until Boss offered a spot in the Troupe and I became Seven."

Kurapika finally sits on the opposite end of the couch. Even if his posture was stiff, (F/n) knew that he was slowly warming up to her once again.

He may not trust her completely, but at least he didn't want to kill her anymore.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE;
(for anyone who doesn't know, f/n is 21-22)