One Of Our Own [Kurapika x Reader]

1.4

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Once you regained your strength, you got back to work. Remembering how it felt to transmute your aura, you held your palms out and focused. You spent the next few weeks training, each day passing quickly. You never had the chance to rest completely, always falling asleep exhausted and waking up sore. Izunavi had tried telling you to take a break, but you felt motivated by the progress you were making. As you were eating breakfast one cloudy day, he once again attempted to convince you to rest, shortly once again realizing his efforts were futile. With a sigh, he revealed that you and Kurapika were quite similar; both of you were immensely centred on your task - getting stronger. Kurapika's reason for augmenting his power was clearly fixated on defeating the Phantom Troupe and regaining his brethren's eyes. For yourself, your goal was much more unclear, though travelling with Kurapika would ultimately allow you to reach it.

As you silently ate your meal, eyes focused on your plate, your mind explored distant memories of yours which were several years old.

Meteor City resembled nothing particularly memorable, though you recalled it with great detail. You were back in your four-year-old body, exploring the area you had already searched many times before. Excitement bubbled in your chest as you approached an immense pile of garbage left by those who were not residents of your city. Your small hands reached for the nearest object in a pile that had not been there before.

Each day, new belongings were dumped in Meteor City, ranging from trash, clothes and electronics, to drugs, classified documents and even human bodies; dead or alive. For this reason, you and many others found enjoyment in going through the heaps of trash, eager to see what you could find.

Your hands reached for a colourful, rectangular object, and as you grabbed it, you examined it with curiosity and wonder. Bringing it up closer to your face, you recognized a screen and a few buttons beneath it, quickly realizing it was a DG. You squealed in excitement as you turned your head, catching a glimpse of your older brother.

He smiled as you ran up to him, shoving the device into his face. Extending your short arms, you quickly brought them close to his eyes, causing him to flinch back. "Ooh, a Digital Gamer!" He exclaimed after a moment. His voice was soft as he regarded the electronic, and he rested his free hand on your head before smoothing down your hair. You watched as he tried turning it on, his dirty blond hair covering his honey-brown eyes.

The two of you were not biologically related, but the fifteen-year-old boy, eleven at the time, was the one who found you when you first appeared. He had told you the tale of how he had found you wrapped up in several blankets on the ground, almost tripping over you as you had remained so quiet. When he took you in his arms, he realized he could not simply abandon you like you recently had been not long before, and after that day you had essentially become siblings.

Shino's face crinkled in feigned disappointment as his attempts brought no results, and as his eyes met your wide, curious, [E/C] ones, it suddenly brightened. "[Y/N], how about you look around for a charger? I'm sure there's one nearby!" He smiled as you nodded and turned on your heel, hastily running up to the same pile of objects and rummaging through them.

As you searched, an open-mouthed smile played out on your mouth, your eyes darting from side to side as you searched for a cord. Your search did not last long before your attention was captured by the sounds of voices behind you. Noticing the irritated vocals, your first instinct was to duck down and blend into the large amounts of garbage next to you.