Though a fierce and frightening man named Kurapika seeks revenge for his brethren's purpose, he's advised to seek help from a therapist to keep his deranged emotions at bay.
However, she isn't a typical therapist which is viewed to occupy no issues...
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"How and where did you live after the Kurta massacre?"
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Kurapika's head raised with a stern attitude.
"How are you aware of this?" He quietly voiced, the once controlled grip on his knee became harsh at the mention of a sensitive subject.
"Ah well you see, the friend who emailed me recently spoke very briefly on your past, and he hypothesised on something about a Kurta massacre, which i'm willing to question that you're a survivor? Or does it just affect you because it was so tragic? Maybe a family mem-"
"Enough. I don't feel any need for you to be aware of my issues, It's for me to handle and I do just fine on my own. I don't need this therapy bull for my behalf." The client interrupted.
The therapist nodded contently and slightly slumped back into her seat, she observed his protective behaviour over his issues, which clearly bothers him.
"That's alright with me, i'm just here for if you ever feel the need to issue your problems, I am listening and i'd like to help." She spoke with a warming smile on her face.
The room fell into a deep slumber as silence flooded the room's walls. Kurapika's eyes pondered on the floor while his new therapist looked in his general direction, willingly waiting for the response of the Kurta boy.
"I barely survived," the client quietly spoke up, "Our clan was penurious but thrived in the Lukso Province, I had a friend whom I hurt, physically, in an accident, his legs were damaged and he also became permanently blind in the incident... Pairo his name is, was."
She silently listened to the story he brought up, it didn't take him long... he must've needed someone to talk to about this but shut it out.
"We did everything together, I helped him with simple tasks and assured he thrived in life, forgetting the fact he was visibly challenged and couldn't take in the scenery I brought him to daily. Though I never cared, for I still loved him in a brotherly manner. In regards to the injuries he possessed, I made it my goal to find a doctor whom could heal Pairos eyes."
Kurapika looked up from the fuzzy carpet to assure himself that she was listening. Much to his surprise, she was leaning on her knees, relaxedly taking in whatever word he had to say.
Gulping, he continued where he left off.
"In short, I took several exams to assure I was ready for the outside world, such as a language exam and an agility test, which I all passed with flying colours. I was fully set on healing Pairo and nothing else." He voiced with slight strain in his chords, reminiscing on cheery memories with his beloved clan.
Kurapika broke a smile to himself at the sombreness of how truly his wellbeing has dropped, how merry and humoured he was 7 years prior. And how the dark path he led himself into was for his brethren and them alone, not for his own purpose.
He truly believes that he doesn't have a purpose, no personal gain that would make him the jovial boy he once was. How could he be happy if there was no family to return to, no home? There's nothing left for him, though he had it once before it wasn't anymore. Kurapika's just now realised that he's stumbled into a state of depression and rage, accepting the purpose of his vengeance to be for his fallen tribe. He'd stand by that even if it kills him, physically or mentally.
"As you've mentioned, you're aware of the massacre. I'm a Kurta, a lone survivor and I shall avenge my brethren in whatever nature I see fit, hence why I believe this therapy nonsense is pointless and a waste of recourses for others who actually need it."
"Hey, Kurapika?" I spoke as I hesitated to interrupt, not wanting to be glared at by the glow inherited by his gens. A red hue blanketed his gaze at the carpet as I raised my brow, suspecting that his reminiscence hit his own nerve. "Your trauma has impacted you severely, i'm here to help. I can assure you that you're in no way wasting recourses."
The blonde boy chose to stay quiet, not wanting to be rash and lash out on a woman he's just met, not in his scarlet sighted state. He peered down at the carpet not uttering a word till he calmed down.
Judging from the presence of deafening silence, the woman chose to risk slicing the tension by changing the subject, "If it helps you in any way, my aunt was part of the kurta."
Kurapika broke out of his state for a moment and made the woman continue her story.
"I didn't know her much however I was fond of her, she donned no scarlet eyes for she was married into the clan. She'd come out for a visit every once in a while, that meaning once a year; nevertheless I enjoyed her company," She paused to glance up at her client. Who was pondering at her like he was in a trance.
"And her cooking, she memorised favourite Kurtain dishes that were popular among the village."
Kurapika's lips pressed together in reminiscence, most women in the tribe adored cooking especially his mother. "That's... that's unfortunate to hear i'm sorry for your loss miss."
"No worries at all."
"If it makes you feel any merrier I have a Kurtain cook book back at my apartment. It may have your favourite dish." Kurapika offered.
She dramatically gasped and perked out of her chair slightly, "Really?! I've gots to see it, you have to bring it next Thursday, I love cooking!"
The client softly smiled at the woman's excitement, forgetting why he was here in the first place till she mentioned Thursday.
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sos this is like,, all text and incredibly short i also deleted the prologue on accident cause im dumb
