One Of Our Own [Kurapika x Reader]

1.7

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An explosion rang out through the room, chunks of the wall flew past everyone's faces. Dust clouded your vision but you could clearly see shadows throwing themselves at those who were in the room. A few figures dressed in black launched themselves at you and Kurapika, who stood in the centre of the room. Without a second thought, you activated Gyo, focusing most of your aura into your right fist as you swung at an approaching sword-bearer. As soon as the hit connected to what would be the person's jaw, you immediately sensed something was off.

Kurapika remained relatively close to you, and as you glanced over at him, analyzing how he fought, you struggled to hold in a gasp. His movements were fluid, his body swiftly avoiding numerous blows directed straight at him. The opponents certainly were not formidable foes, though their capabilities surely surpassed those of an average adult.

Peeling your gaze away from the sight, you noted everyone's position and status. You first noticed an attractive woman with dark pink hair parting from a kiss with the grey-haired butler, and for a moment you were repulsed at the sight considering his ancient age. However, your disgust quickly faded to awe at the scene that began playing out before you — the man threw himself in front of the charming, young woman, protecting her from a shower of bullets that pierced through his skin. The man fell to his knees with a blissful grin, his brain seemingly not processing the pain. Next, you snuck a glance at the others in the room, though you were not impressed with what you saw.

Eventually, you brought your focus back to the situation at hand, taking down a few targets before scanning the room for a particular individual. It was not long before you noticed the one man not being attacked; a ginger male standing behind everyone. As you began to sprint in the man's direction, a silhouette from above seemed to have the same thought as you.

Kurapika landed swiftly behind the man, rapidly grabbing his shoulder with one hand and pressing a knife against his neck with the other. "Call them off right now."

Beneath the blond's grasp, the man grunted and attempted to wriggle free, though it seemed that your companion's grip was firmer than one would assume at first glance.

"Hold on, let me try something."

Everyone turned to you as you said this, some giving you unsure looks while others gazed expectantly. You raised one hand, holding it in front of your chest. With your palm facing outward, you focused on transmuting your aura to the smoke-like Hatsu you have grown accustomed to over the past few months. Everyone watched as it instantly snaked forward, enveloping the ginger man with curled sideburns. His breathing quickened as fear settled into the pit of his stomach, uncertainty playing out on his features. With a single thought and tons of focus, your Nen hastily shut off the man's aura nodes, forcing him into a state of Zetsu.

At this moment, weapons clanged as they hit the ground, and piles of clothes fell to the ground as the Nen figures disappeared. Surprised faces looked from the clothes back to you, and you fought back the prideful smirk that dared to present itself.

Kurapika's eyes met yours, and as you held his stare, you were slightly taken aback at his curt nod of approval. The moment was cut short as the brown-haired pompadour man began speaking.

"They were made of Nen. I knew as soon as I punched one of 'em."

The man curled his fingers into a fist as he spoke, examining his knuckles with great interest before continuing.