One Of Our Own [Kurapika x Reader]

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"Kurapika," I stare at him, unsure how to continue. Picking myself up from the ground, I dust myself off. I feel my arms dangling at my sides, gently hitting my hip bone as I desperately try to come up with something to say.

"It's alright, [Y/N], don't worry about it." He returns the stare, only his seems to have an emotion behind it, one I cannot put my finger on. A few strands of his hair fall into his eyes as the silence between the two of us stretches out. I can feel every item of clothing I'm wearing, and suddenly I have to remind myself to take a breath in and let it out.

It's not rare for me to feel nervous around others, but I'm set on getting used to the feeling of having company.

"Say, [Y/N], how long have you been down here?" He changes the subject, picking up the note I read earlier. As his eyes scan each letter, I recall the minutes I spent alone. Taking a deep breath, I calm myself before answering.

"Maybe half an hour at most, it wasn't long. How are Gon and Killua?" I felt myself slowly becoming more comfortable with the idea of holding a conversation, and the words didn't seem as forced as they did before. I glance at Kurapika's face, trying my best to read the expression playing out. He holds his hand up, a handcuff hanging loosely from his finger. He doesn't bother looking at me as he formulates a sentence.

"I would assume they're fine. Last I saw them they were huddled at what I now assume was a trap door. Leorio was with them." He takes a moment to examine the handcuffs before continuing. "We should get started with our descent, I have a feeling this won't be easy."

I walk over to where he stood, eyeing the handcuffs. I extend my arm, which he gently grabs with his hand. With a click, I feel one handcuff secured around my right wrist. The blond boy quickly attaches the other cuff to his left wrist, and we wait for further instruction.

"Glad you've finally made it. Now that you two are all set, let the "Lovers' Sacrifice" path begin!" A voice booms over the intercom.

A set of doors opens, revealing a glass with a mark on it, showing the amount of substance needed to proceed. I already knew what they wanted us to pour in there, and I wasn't happy about it. The glass sat on a table similar to the one in the original chamber, but this time a sharp knife rested on it too. Together, Kurapika and I simultaneously stepped forward and walked up to the table.

"I'll fill it up to the halfway point, you do the rest." I wrapped my fingers around the handle of the knife, tightly squeezing it as I made an incision along my right palm. Holding my hand over the glass, I waited for the droplets to fall, coating the base. After three minutes, my half was filled. I looked over at the boy to my right, admiring his cool composure. Without a second thought, he cut his left palm. Mimicking my actions, he held his hand above the glass, waiting for it to fill up.

Eventually, after a few minutes, we reached the marker. A sigh of relief escaped his lips as we watched the next set of doors open. We walked into the next chamber, eyes peeled for any clues on what we'll have to do.

"Aye, over here."

I looked over my shoulder only to be met with a hooded figure blocking the way we came through. I nudge my partner, and I feel his body stiffen at the sight. The figure's handcuffs drop to the ground, and they yank off their hood. An odd-looking beast now stands before us.

Whether it was the blue skin, missing facial bones, or the way he talked, there was definitely something wrong with him.

"We're all going to put our lives on the line here! Gimme blood, spilling entrails, and sweet agony!" His forceful voice echoed through the room as he kept roaring with laughter. After a few instances, he explained the 19 hearts on his left pec. He quickly realized we couldn't care less, and leaped into the air. He let out a forceful yell while crashing down towards us.

Evading his attack, we soared backward, landing a few feet away from the impact. Debris was sent flying as his fist connected with the floor, but I sensed there was nothing dangerous about this guy. He was a big talker who never acts upon his sinister promises.

The blue man stands straight and turns his back to my partner and me. At once, I noticed a familiar tattoo of a spider; a symbol that represents the infamous Phantom Troupe.

I feel a tug on my wrist, and I turn my head to face Kurapika. An ominous aura surrounds him as he keeps his head down, hair covering his eyes. His hands are shaking, the eerie melody of rage that encompasses him grew. I felt my heartbeat speed up, my own body was going into fight or flight. The menacing aura engulfing his being grew as the prisoner kept blabbering about his unbelievable achievements.

I kept my eyes trained on Kurapika the whole time, afraid of looking away. He slowly brought his head up, looking straight at the blue man, who quickly shut his large mouth.

'Scarlet eyes.'

The chamber was quiet, the only sound was the seething breathing that belonged to Kurapika. I was on high alert, waiting to sense his next move. As Majitanj began speaking, I felt the blond's muscles tense and spring into action. He seemed to forget we were still chained together as he moved at an impressive speed, but I managed to just follow suit. He launched his left hand up, grabbing the prisoner's face. My arm was close behind as it dangled in the air, supported by the chains.

Majitani began crying out for him to wait, saying that he wins, but Kurapika's fist shot up, knocking out the opponent.

I stayed silent as we continued down the tower, offering a few sacrifices along the way. It was only at the very bottom where we met another adversary, one which was notably stronger than the last.

"Kurapika," I look over to him, clenching my fists. "Follow my lead, okay?" He simply offers me a nod as the assailant comes into view. It was a normal-looking man, nothing about him stood out. It was only when he opened his mouth I realized why he found himself in this prison. He described how he would murder both Kurapika and me, what he would do with our bodies afterward. Disgust filled my body, I couldn't stand to listen to this for much longer. I met his sick glare and furrowed my brows, wondering how I should approach this situation.

"Just shut up already." I snarled, keeping my voice as cold as possible. His sadistic smile only grew from this, and he began to laugh. "Shouldn't a young girl like you be more polite to her superior?"

Grabbing Kurapika by his hand, I erupt from my position, practically flying in the direction of the psychopath. The smile that was once on his face is immediately wiped off, as I land a heavy kick to his abdomen. The wind seems to be knocked out of him as I bring the heel of my palm up to his nose, breaking it.

He stumbles back but stays standing. I click my tongue in annoyance, bringing my knee up to No Man's Land.

Another door opens, and we walk through; there is nothing in there except for a key.

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