Leopika Oneshots

Tourists Pt. 2

Kurapika POV

I looked around me, alright, I'm back in Mexico. I know my way around, and I know where to keep my money.

I looked around. The only reason I'm back here in Puebla is to find that asshole who stole my wallet. It's been a year, so no way am I going to try and get it back, but I'm still mad at that guy.

All my money, my drivers license, and other things were in that wallet. Thankfully I was able to cancel my card, but that's it.

I knew where I was, thankfully. No chance that guy still hangs around here–

"Llegaré pronto a casa, cariño. No, no te estoy engañando," The man sat at a table a few feet away from me. I recognized him almost immediately.

I walked over and sat at the table beside him. I didn't say anything, I just waited.

"No estoy en la casa de alguien. Lo prometo. No, no vengas a recogerme–" He glanced up me, "te devolveré la llamada."

The man hung up the phone, "Do I know you?"

"I don't think so," I replied, "But, I came here about a year ago."

Leorio looked me over, "Ah! You're that tourist I bumped into, welcome back to Puebla."

Before I could respond the man sat up.

"By the way," He dug in his pocket, "I found this on the ground last time we met. This is yours correct?"

Leorio handed me my wallet. It was pretty beat up here and there. Some scratches and dents, but other than that it was okay.

"Uh– yes, yes it is. Thank you," I grabbed my wallet and looked through it. My license, student ID, and what I'll assume is most of my money.

He smiled at me, "You're welcome, Sunshine."

"Kurapika," I smiled back, "My name is Kurapika."

"Le–"

"Leorio, I remember."

The man seemed happy that I remembered his name. It was almost he was hoping I would run into him again, I mean, why else be carrying my wallet.

"So, Kurapika," Leorio grabbed my hand, "Would you like to join me for a drink?"

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I was sober enough to know what I was doing, but drunk enough to not fully think it through.

I went to get drinks with a man I met once a year ago. Why did I go? One, he had a kind look in his eyes. Two, he was hot. Three, I haven't had sex in six months, and if there was any chance I could, I'm taking it.

Leorio and I went out for drinks about an hour ago. I flirted with him and he flirted back, so now we're on our way to my hotel room. Why not Leorio's house? Apparently because it was "too messy".

So now here we are, in my hotel room with him on top of me, then behind me, then maybe below me, and occasionally in front of me. I wasn't ever the top, but I'm not complaining, it was fun.

While in the middle of our fun, Leorio's phone started ringing. He ignored it and continued to do me.

"¡Verga!" He yelled the third time the phone rang, "I need to take that call."

I was disappointed that we had to stop, but the call did seem important.

Leorio groaned once he saw the contact information, "Ya valí madre."

Leorio picked up the phone, "¿Hola? No, estoy en la barra," He glanced at me, "No quiero engañar a mi mujer."

He was silent for a second, "¿En serio? Estás embarazada. Está bien, pronto estaré de camino a casa."

He hung up the phone and rested his head in his hands.

His hands, I never looked at his hands. And all his rings, I never saw the one on his fourth finger on his left hand.

"Kurapika," He turned to me, "I got to go. My wife is preg–"

Leorio paused, he accidentally let it slip.

I was mad, really mad. The kind look he had was a lie. What kind of asshole keeps a tourist's wallet for a year, gives it back as an "act of kindness", invites them to drink, then sleeps with them while being married?

"You have a wife?" I yelled, "Are you fucking kidding me?"

"We aren't that serious–"

"Aren't that serious? Is that why she just called you to tell you she's pregnant? You are a bastard!"

He shook his head, "Come on Kurapika. It's 'girls support girls' not 'guys support girls'. She wouldn't have ever found out."

I scoffed, "Yes she would have. Going home to your pregnant wife smelling like gay sex? You are out of your mind!"

"I wouldn't even say she's pregnant, she just took the test today–"

"While you were fucking me?" I pointed to the door, "Get out!"

I made a list of all the things that should've been an obvious clue he was married:

1. Messy house? Yeah sure.
2. Checking his phone every second at the bar
3. The wedding ring should've been a dead giveaway
4. Tattoo on his wrist of the date 12/6 (July 6th) when he told me his birthday was in March
5. The phone call earlier

I slipped on a t-shirt and picked up all his clothes off the floor, "Get out now."

"I don't have my clothes–"

"That sucks I guess. Walk home naked since you don't care who sees your dick," I said.

"Why are you so mad?" He asked, "You weren't the one who was cheated on! Besides, she knows I sleep with other people–"

"People?" I said, "More than one. Get out, walk home with nothing, be ashamed you whore playboy."

I pushed him out into the hotel hallway, and slammed the door shut before locking him out.

Never again will I have sex with a local.

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Part two of a one shot I posted like a year ago. Timed it perfect, huh? Translation will be in the comments.