One Of Our Own [Kurapika x Reader]

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The following days were uneventful; they all consisted of hours of training. After a week, you still had not seen the blond boy you had been travelling with. Each day you woke up worried that he had left without you, but over breakfast, Izunavi reassured you he was still in that same forest.

You tried waking up earlier to catch him eating his breakfast, but oddly enough, no matter how early you would wake up, he would already have left to continue his mysterious training.

At this point, you have learned to change your aura into smoke with ease, and you could produce enough to extend up to a metre away from your palms. It was time for stage two of training: learning to take senses with your smoke.

When you first thought of such an ability, you did not take the time to reflect on whether or not it was actually possible to achieve. Only several days later, after hours of learning to change your aura to smoke, has it dawned upon you that maybe stealing senses was a Manipulator's ability. However, in your mind, you were not switching off someone's senses. Your smoke acted somewhat like a black hole, sucking in and trapping various senses.

To learn how to make your aura possess such properties would require the assistance of another party, as your ability would not have any effect on you. And as much as you liked and trusted Izunavi, you could not help but find yourself yearning for Kurapika's presence.

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An hour had passed, and you had not seen any sign of the familiar blue tabard; nonetheless, you continued your search. To not waste any precious time you could have spent on training, you searched for Kurapika by walking around and using En.

Your aura extended as far as you could muster, forming a circle around your body. Drops of sweat formed on your forehead as you treaded through the thick bushes, exhaustion flooding through you from maintaining En for such a long period of time.

You took a few more steps before succumbing to fatigue, releasing your En and dropping down to the ground.

Your sounds of heaving filled the clearing as you sat on your knees, palms flat against the grass and soil as your chest rose and fell quickly. Your head hung low as you closed your eyes and continued panting.

"Jingle jingle... Jingle jingle..."

Your head perked up at the sound, an image of chains dangling popping into your mind.

'Must be him!'

Rising to your feet, you looked around the clearing while focusing on your hearing, hoping to hear another jingle to figure out where the sound was coming from.