A Piece of Kurapika (hunter x hunter fanfiction)

Trapping Kurapika

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A Piece of Kurapika

Chapter 3: Trapping Kurapika

Kuroro Lucifer stared down at the defeated body before him. He still couldn't forget how the Kuruta boy blindsided Paku into the restriction contract.

For twenty-six years he'd collected those unique nen abilities from all-over the world only to be taken away without a fight.

He chuckled, "Ah, and this is why you're interesting." He let go of the black wig he was holding on so tightly and sighed, his gaze on him was loose and carefree, "Well played, being unable to use nen and unable to communicate with my Ryodan Troupe... I've never felt so... mortal." Kuroro said the last word more lightly, clearly, cloaking the ruthless and sinister plan he'd devised with a sweetness in his voice.

"You weren't this mad the day I captured you, you didn't seem to even care if I killed you then," Kurapika's voice was direct and unyielding.

"Enough of that now. You shouldn't test my patience," Kuroro walked towards the mirror,

Kurapika gritted his teeth unable to stop himself from talking at the moment, "What do you want?"

Kuroro stopped in front of the glass mirror covering the entire wall in front of the bed, in a smooth motion he turned to Kurapika, kneeling on white sheets, tense and alert while the Spider Troupe's leader painted a picture of control. Wearing his signature black trench coat with white fur coating the lapel, he wore nothing beneath it, showing a muscular torso with vampiric pale skin which made the sleek black pants he wore look darker.

His hair was sleeked back making the small cross etched on his forehead stand out. His eyes were so dark it was nearly black. When he spoke it was clear, his voice low yet crystal and powerful.

"I have two conditions." Kuroro's voice was calm, cool, low and smooth. Kurapika froze, those words were very familiar to him, he forced himself to look up, Kuroro eyed him like he was imprinting the moment in his memory before sending him off to the cutting board.

Kuroro turned his back to him and faced the mirror seemingly looking at his refleaction, his fur coat fluidly following his movements, making him look pristine, untouchable, flawless.

"Bring him in Machi" It wasn't long until two figures emerged from the mirror and Kurapika's depleted energy was suddenly recharged at the sight of the familiar man who came with the blue haired girl in a short kimono and shorts.

"LEORIO! LEORIO!" he managed to switch to a kneeling position but his wrists were still held back. He was numbed from the pain the moment he saw his friend.

Leorio was standing in his blue suit, his hands secured with materialized rope behind his back , his mouth covered in a black cloth, disabling speech. For the most part, he looked unharmed.