Scarlet | Kurokura

Tea

It was a wonder that Kurapika had made it to the bathroom in time before throwing up. Or the fact that he had managed to not punch Chrollo the moment he felt a hand grabbing his waist. This entire experience was more than painful to the blonde, even though he had thoroughly prepared himself for the entirety of Chrollos lovey dovey act, the actual touch was something the Kurta simply couldn't prepare for beforehand. 

When a man named Jades had called for Chrollo, Kurapika could basically feel his blood freeze inside of his body. His enemy however, seemed fairly relaxed, which in the end relaxed Kurapika slightly. 

From there, he just got done with it. Showing manners, smiling, keeping a conversation. Nowhere near to new things for the bodyguard. He had done this plenty of times already, on various missions. Sometimes even disguised as a woman. What he didn't expect was Jades to actually kiss his hand, that was a first. 

It felt weird, and embarrassment made it all the way up to the bodyguards ears which he could feel, were becoming increasingly hot. So the blonde tried to brush it off with soft gestures. Chrollo was staring at him, he could tell but didn't dwell on it. This was already uncomfortable enough and Kurapika disliked the way his legs felt way too free and naked to be walking around right now. 

Jades seemed like a nice person. His smile radiated honesty and he never looked at Kurapika in a weird way. One could say this should have been the bare minimum, considering the brunette had a fiancée. But it wasn't. Ever since him and Chrollo had entered the hall, greedy eyes stared at him. Kurapika could feel their eyes all over his body, those men that looked at him like that while they stood next to their wives. It was horrible, really but the blonde didn't dwell on it. There were more important things he had to keep his eyes on. 

For example the large hand that had placed itself on his waist. Kurapika had been so distracted by the kiss on the back of his hand, it took a while to register the other really unpleasant touch and he only did now, because the fingers gently stroked over the soft fabric of his dress. This was way too close. Again, Kurapika had no way to prepare himself for the skinship they would share. Chrollos voice he could somehow endure and even the fact that people on this ship viewed them as married couple was nothing compared to this. This was a nightmare. The worst case scenario to happen on their first night.

"Now now. Enough compliments for the day. My wife gets plenty of compliments only from me already, isn't that right?"

The audacity.

Kurapika really couldn't help himself, could he? Because before the Kurta could rationalize his thoughts, he rammed the heel of his shoe into the taller ones shoe. With full force too, just to make sure it would hurt a good amount. Chrollo turned his head in a gentle motion and smiled at him and oh was that smile forced. Kurapika could clearly see it in the black haired's eyes. Coldness and utter disinterest. This man was a sociopath, the blonde decided because there was no human being like Chrollo god damn Lucilfer on this planet. He was the worst. There was absolutely nothing human in this man and for the first time in forever, the Kurta actually regretted not having killed him. He could have had his head, his life. He wouldn't have found himself in a situation like this. This was his mistake for being weak. For holding onto dumb principles. 

And then, the man he hated wholeheartedly tightened the grip on Kurapikas waist and with that, something snapped.

He couldn't pinpoint what exactly it took for Kurapikas brain to just shut off suddenly as his vision changed. Suddenly, the hall, Jades Carter and Chrollo Lucilfer had only one color. 

Scarlet red. 

He couldn't  control it anymore. All the hatred and all the disgust the blonde tried to suppress and keep within himself for the night. The pain, the trauma. Because oh my god suddenly he was back in that forest, corpses of the people he loved the most under him. The smell of blood, the smell of decomposed bodies. The way he had almost choked on his puke and his tears on that day. The way his soul couldn't take it anymore and he found himself in a state of dissociation, looking at himself because Kurapika had lost every little thing about his life he loved. He had lost his family, his home, his happiness. He had lost himself.