One Of Our Own [Kurapika x Reader]

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"Kurapika, number 404, is the eighth to pass. [Y/N], number 105, is the ninth to pass."

My right wrist felt raw as it brushed against my clothes, the handcuff must've been a little too tight. I take a quick look at my surroundings, taking note of Hisoka's position. Surprisingly, he had a few injuries. However, it was clear they did not hold the slightest meaning to him, he was absolutely indifferent to the stinging pain as he built a house of cards.

The sound of clothes rubbing against concrete caught my attention, and I snapped my head back to see Kurapika, resting on the floor. Our eyes met, a moment of silence passing between the two of us before he patted the spot next to him, allowing me to join.

"Hey, Kurapika?" I look up at him, taking in his features. A look of ease rests on his soft features, his body seems relaxed. He shuts his eyes as he slightly angles his face towards mine, showing me that he's listening.

My lips press together, how should I approach this topic? "Why do you want to be a Hunter?" I questioned, deciding to be upfront. A slight frown tugged at his lips as he wondered how he should answer. With a crease of his eyebrows, he let out a sigh.

"You remember how I reacted at the sight of the spider tattoo?" He posed, his eyes opening just a crack. Taking my silence as an answer, he continued. "I come from the Kurta Clan, a race that was slaughtered by the Phantom Troupe." His eyes flutter shut as he takes a shaky breath. "A certain characteristic possessed by my people was deemed as beautiful; our eyes. If emotion overcame us, they would turn a scarlet colour." I examine the blond boy's face, searching for a sign to stop prying. His long, dark eyelashes once again start fluttering as his eyes open. "I want to become a Hunter to avenge my Clan and retrieve my brethren's stolen eyes." Bringing his gaze to me, he takes in my features. "What about you?"

I process his words, mulling them over in my mind as I simultaneously think of how I should reply. I did not have any desire to be truthful, but I also did not have a reason to spew lies.

"There isn't much of a reason, really. I lived in Meteor City my whole life, guess I got bored of being in constant danger." Shrugging my shoulders for full effect, I tore my eyes away from Kurapika's. A half-truth should suffice.

"Mmm," He hums, a finger tapping the ground. "You didn't learn how to lie in Meteor City." Looking back up, a smile was tugging at his lips. My face started to heat up from the embarrassment of being called out, but I was thankful he didn't force an answer out of me.

A comfortable silence hung in the air, and I felt my eyes grow heavy. Kurapika must've also been tired, as his head gently rested against the wall and he shut his eyes once more. Mimicking his posture, I closed my eyes and welcomed the darkness that followed.

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"Killua, Number 99, is the twenty-first to pass. Gon, Number 405, is the twenty-second to pass."

I let out a grumble as I slowly open my eyes. I lift my head up and stretch my arms, letting out a big yawn. Next to me, Kurapika does the same.

'Wait.'

"I'm so sorry Kurapika, I didn't realize I was leaning against you!" I bowed my head, once again feeling a vast amount of embarrassment. The boy displayed a genuine smile as he stretched his limbs. "Don't worry about it, [Y/N]. I'm happy you got the rest you needed." I rubbed the back of my neck, shooting him an awkward smile. Thankfully, the uncomfortable feeling quickly faded as a figure rapidly approached us.

"Kurapika, [Y/N]!" Gon ran over to us, instantly bombarding us with his own excitement and plenty of questions. Kurapika did most of the talking, telling Gon what path we got and how it went. His explanation got cut short as the Third Phase was brought to an end.

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Outside, a man sporting a purple mohawk began explaining the Fourth Phase to the remaining applicants. He ushered us to a box, telling us to pick a card. After everyone had a card in their hand, we peeled the sticker covering the number hidden beneath.

294.

I scan the crowd, searching for a 294. Almost everyone has started removing their badges, but I see a number 2 and a 4. I watch as Hanzo pockets his badge, examining his appearance. He seemed pretty strong, but I'll definitely manage to steal his pin.

I keep my badge on, giving off an air of confidence. Whoever has me as their target better find three other badges, I'll be keeping mine. Walking to the boat, I catch a glimpse of familiar blond hair and follow his lead.

"Kurapika," I breathe, watching my volume with a smirk tugging at my lips. "Who's your target, mmm?" I ask with a honeyed tone, my smile growing. Raising an eyebrow at me, Kurapika simply turns and walks off. A look of irritation crosses my features as I follow. "C'mon, you've got to tell me!" I plead, tapping his shoulder. Deep inside, I was hoping I wasn't his target.

He must've noticed the sudden switch from playful to worried, and he flashed a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, you're not my target." Relief floods my body, and I inwardly let out a small cheer.

"Oh, Kurapika! I've been wanting to ask, how old are you?" I asked with wonder in my voice. "I'm seventeen, why do you ask?"

'Seventeen, huh.'

"Looks like I've gotta go! See you around." I beamed at him, turning sharply on my heel as I departed. I still wasn't accustomed to retreating from conversations. As I walked along the boat, I noticed Hanzo sitting alone, staring at the sea. He seemed to be deep in thought, and I wasn't planning on interrupting him. I need to figure out how I'll steal away his precious little badge. I guess I can just take it with force, that won't take me too long.

With that, I took a seat on the ledge of the boat, watching the approaching island with interest.

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