The the Eyes of the Sun (Kurapika x OC)

Chapter 2: The Start of Something Beautiful

     Following the twists and turns of the streets of Abbaranth, Cyrus finally made it to the local airport. He shuffled through security, making it onto the airship with about half an hour to spare. He spent the rest of the time looking out the window, and making a small stuffed rabbit with some sewing supplies he had on hand out of boredom.

     The flight went by without a hitch, and Cyrus finished his rabbit just as the ship bumped to a halt. He wasn't sure what to do with it, so as he grabbed his bags and made his way off the ship, he passed it off to the parents of a little girl, who squealed with glee at the sight of her new companion.

     Stepping out onto the sandy cobbled street, Cyrus looked around for the dock and the boat he was supposed to board. Wandering through the town, he passed some fruit stalls, buying some fresh citrus fruits and placing them carefully in his knapsack. He thanked the vendor before continuing on his journey.

     After walking for a bit, the impenetrable wall of houses abruptly ended, giving a beautiful view of a large port, where several large boats were waiting. Cyrus immediately recognized the boat he needed to board from a brochure he grabbed at the airport, and headed over to it.

     Standing up against it, the boat towered over him. A steep boarding plank was tossed down when one of the crew mates realized there were people waiting, and Cyrus grabbed on. Heaving himself up and onto the deck, he rolled over to face the sky. The Sun's rays beat down on him, and he took a minute to thank her for her warmth. Getting up, he dusted himself off and went to greet the captain, before taking a seat at the front of the boat, closing his eyes and letting the breeze hit his face. He stayed like that until they were ready to board, and continued until well into the journey.

     Cyrus awoke from his meditative state as a young boy spoke. He didn't even realize he had joined him. 

     "There's a storm coming." The boy spoke firmly, with a determined look in his deadset brown eyes. Cyrus studied him curiously, taking in his appearance. The boy had spiky, dark green hair and a matching, brighter green outfit, and was carrying a fishing pole.

     "Oh? How can you tell?" Cyrus asked, cocking his head to the side. When he looked back to the sky, it seemed perfectly clear.

     "The birds. And the clouds." The boy didn't go into much more detail, but shifted his weight like he was ready to run at any moment. And he did, jogging back to converse with the captain. It seemed that the boy was right, as moments later the captain was yelling for people to get below deck.

      Minutes later, the clouds rolled in, separating Cyrus from his shining deity. He had shuffled below deck along with the others, being pushed in and out of the way to make room for the hoard of smelly, large men who were trying to claim spots in the cabin. He was very careful to keep his belongings close to him, as he had noticed several pickpockets on shore. Soon, the seas got more violent, and Cyrus decided to go to the captain to see if he could help.

     "Sorry, son. You seem like a fine lad, but I'm confident my crew has got this under control. I'll holler if I need ya, ya hear?" The captain chuckled, puffing a foul smelling plume of cigar smoke towards the teen. Cyrus nodded respectfully before thanking him and returning to the cabin.

     The rocking had picked up, and Cyrus was slipping and sliding, trying not to fall as he walked down the stairs in his tall platformed sandals. About halfway through, he got frustrated, and sat down on a step to rip them off with a huffing sigh, throwing them into his backpack. He made his way into the stinking, sweaty room, only to be unpleasantly surprised with the sight and smell of many of the passengers getting seasick. Cyrus silently praised the Sun for giving him a strong willpower and making it nigh impossible for him to get sick. His thoughts were cut to a halt as the rocking accelerated again.

     "Oof!" Cyrus exclaimed, bumping into another boy his age as the ship lurched violently. "Ah, I'm sorry!" The sunny boy gently grabbed the other's elbow to help him regain his balance. The two stood, planting their feet as to not fall again. Cyrus looked around, spotting a hammock in one area of the hull. "Come on, I have an idea. Unless you want to be seasick, that is," Cyrus mused. The other boy was at a loss of words, so he took that time to grab his hand and drag him over to the hammock. Cyrus hopped on first, before turning around and offering a spot on the hammock to his companion.

     Still a little shocked from the sudden violent lurching of the ship, the blonde complied and joined the other boy in the hammock. It was a tight fit, and with the way the material stretched, they both were sinking towards the middle. The sunny boy giggled, squirming around to get more comfortable.

     Hearing this, the blonde boy finally took the time to look properly at the boy who helped him. He pinkened a bit as he realized his savior was really cute. The boy had tanned skin with what looked like a tribal facial tattoo, orange catlike eyes, and long, fluffy white hair swept up into a high ponytail with messy bangs. He was relatively tall and fit, from what the blonde could see. He had on a turtleneck under a long sleeved, puffy jacket, and large, puffy high-waisted pants. He had long since kicked off his platform shoes, and was wearing bandages on his feet. The boy's ears were heavily pierced, he had matching gold rings on his middle fingers, and an interesting gold pendant of a sun. Taking in more than just looks, the whole boy was... warm. His color palette, his temperature, demeanor, everything. He even smelled warm, like different spices.

     Cyrus noticed the blonde's staring and giggled again, making the boy flush pink. "My name's Cyrus, it's nice to meet you!"

     "I'm Kurapika, it's nice to meet you too."