Fixer Upper

Halloween Shenanigans

<p>The mission was long and hard, but Kurapika gained enough new information to make it worth it. He felt exhausted, and hadn't eaten a good meal the entire month he was gone. He knew as soon as (Name) saw him, she's be worried.</p><div>

<p>He had tried harder to take care of himself knowing he'd be returning to (Name), but it was still a struggle. At least he was freshly showered and wearing one of his nicer suits. Maybe... she would think he looked handsome.</p></div><div>

<p>That thought made Kurapika blush. He was only a few minutes from her house, and could picture her smiling face when he walked in. It made his heart race, his palms sweaty.</p></div><div>

<p>'Is this what being in love is like?'</p></div><div>

<p>Kurapika wasn't sure if he liked being in love. It made him nervous and his head was clouded with visions of (Name) and a live with her. They made it hard for the blonde to focus on what he really needed to do.</p></div><div>

<p>Find the scarlet eyes, and kill the Phantom Troupe, those were his goals. Part of him knew he didn't have time to spend gravitating towards (Name), but when he stepped out of his cab and onto her driveway, he felt all of his doubts melt away. </p></div><div>

<p>Killua's bike was lying on the lawn next to one of (Name)'s rose bushes, and he noticed that there were a few Halloween decorations dotting her yard. He stepped over a plastic skeleton hand sticking out of the ground, a smile tugging at his lips when he spotted a little cloth ghost hanging from her ghost. </p></div><div>

<p>By the door, there was a hay bale, a small scarecrow sitting on it, with enough room to place other items. Kurapika wasn't had never celebrated Halloween, but knew the basics. 'Maybe it's a space for pumpkins or something?'</p></div><div>

<p>Kurapika knocked on the door, his duffle bag still slung over his shoulder. The sound of someone shuffling towards the door made him stand up straight and glance at himself in the window. </p></div><div>

<p>His hair was a little messy, so he smoothed it out as much as possible before the door opened.</p></div><div>

<p>"Wow, it's you. I didn't think you'd actually be coming back."</p></div><div>

<p>Kurapika's smile fell when he spotted Killua standing behind the door, looking the blonde up and down. "Do you not have somewhere to stay, or something? It's like feeding a stray dog, they always come running back when they're hungry."</p></div><div>

<p>Kurapika felt his eyebrow twitch in annoyance, quickly pushing past the boy and into the house. "You know how I feel, Killua. I'm here to see her again."</p></div><div>

<p>Killua stood by the door for a moment, watching as Kurapika paused, setting his duffle bag down. He sniffed the air for a moment, Killua raising an eyebrow. "You know I was joking when I said you were like a stray dog, right? You don't have to act like one."</p></div><div>

<p>He ignored Killua, walking towards the kitchen instead. Kurapika wasn't sure why, but he felt drawn to whatever was cooking. </p></div><div>

<p>(Name) stood near the stove, bending over to open the oven door. She hadn't noticed him yet, and he was glad. That meant Kurapika got to stare at her plump ass, the jeans she was wearing hugged the curvature of her hips.</p></div><div>

<p>"Mmm... I think it's done."</p></div><div>

<p>She was talking to herself quietly, something he found endearing. He watched as she set something on the stovetop, the blonde peeking over her shoulder. </p></div><div>