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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The somehow undamaged BMW zoomed through ongoing traffic, the words i'm late rattling around Kurapika's skull.
Coming to a sudden halt at the sight of too many cars blocking the road, the Kurta had to slow and sit in the commotion, heavy rain caking his tinted windscreen. His vision transferred to an outdated car freshener that needs a desperate change, it dangled from his mirror along with an ornament his ex girlfriend forced him to hang, it was a picture of her kissing his cheek at a beach; he wonders why he hasn't taken it down.
It's been a long while since Kurapika and her separated, he was beginning to see a purpose in his retched life until she was caught with another man. Suspiciously, the man's funeral was held a few weeks later and his woman was never to be found again. This made Kurapika zone out of his being to be transferred into the time of when he caught her cheating. The death grip he had on the stirring wheel tightening at the disgusting sight he witnessed only 2 months ago.
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The new client seated himself ready for his next session, somehow feeling less tense than yesterday's appointment. The professional but somehow calming lighting illuminated the hoarding room, soft on both the troubled humans' eyes. A tall and stimulating lamp glittered in the corner of the man's calm eyes, numerous amounts of plastic fishes bouncing about their lanky but small home, he mentally noted that although it's childish it's also quite dandy.
"Welcome again Kurapika, I hope your journey here was pleasant, the traffic out there's terrible today." Y/n piped up to gain the Kurta's attention.
Attention was granted when Kurapika said "Don't fret, my journey was fine ma'am."
A large and antique styled book rested in the mans lap, strange looking meals dotted the cover along with the Kurtan language spelling 'Hot meals to easily cook'. The woman hadn't a clue what it spelt but Kurapika's mother tongue could tell within a second; even though the writing was rotting and withering off with age.
"I can tell this is peaking your interest, however I fear you wont be able to translate this easily. I no longer own a dictionary containing the intricate language of the Kurta for I gave it to another, but I could teach you if you'd like."
The woman's face brightened with glee, "I knew you wouldn't forget it! But you're right I will need some help translating..."
"It isn't an issue ma'am"
"Pack it in with the formalness! I'm just y/n."
"Sorry ma- y/n, noted."
The therapist chuckled at the tinge of humour and clumsiness of the blond, her smile lines now prominent on her shining cheeks.
Once her humorous encounter died down, she sat up straight and content, "Now let's focus on more important matters, Kurapika."
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You might think that the lanky companion Leorio would be getting bladdered with hot girls at a college party at this moment, however this far from the case; he's behaving today. Scattered revisions of doctor related notes lay messily on the man's dark wooden desk, a cheap desk lamp illuminating his hard work. Leorio's meaty but slim hand rubbed against his forehead, stress lines prominent with his other hand tapping and fidgeting with the broken bark peeling off his table.
A sigh erupted from the man, "Christ on a bike why's being a doctor my profession."
He twirled in his chair to have a stress relieving roam around his shared apartment, it's messy at best but it suits both him and his friend's life. As Leorio was roaming his eyes were suddenly fixated on a framed photo of Kurapika's past girlfriend throwing up the peace sign behind Kurapika's blond locks. Leorio is still unsure why this hasn't been thrown away by his friend yet but he won't budge him about the subject, he just strolled along to the kitchen to create his favourite coffee mixture.
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"Kurapika, going from what you've just told me, you're basically saying you had no place to go after your clan was ambushed? Where did you live?" Spoke a concerned y/n.
As Kurapika became surprisingly more comfortable with the woman he decided it's best to begin sharing info nobody has ever heard of. "I lived in a cave, I know it sounds a little odd but it's how I coped. I was able to visit my family's grave everyday bringing small dandelions to each and every one."
An expression of shock was plastered on the woman's face as she noted down important details that Kurapika thought weren't necessary, "What did you eat?"
"I ate fruit and killed whatever animals I could find, there were no stores around for they all burnt down so I had to get creative, I think it's why I'm so slim actually..."
The therapist sighed at the feeling of her hand aching from how much she was writing, she held herself back from asking too many questions.
The Kurta continued, "I'm not sure how I survived."
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Apologies for the inactivity, i've been doing exams! I'm so drained and this is so short, i haven't proofread so I'm pretty confident it'll make no sense, i really hope yous don't mind.
