It Was Love All Along

I. We Both Understand Nothing

Growing up in Meteor City, Chrollo has learned many things from his surroundings. First is that death is inevitable. Growing up in a dumpster where nothing is valuable, it's common knowledge that the life of a person living there is also worth nothing. Dying is a part of the life cycle that humans lived and no matter how much wealth, fame, or friends you have it will not change the fact that they won't save you when your time arrives. Second is that the weak fears the strong. This is the very reason why when he established the Troupe he knew that the members should be strong enough to handle any situation. Being a ferocious gang of thieves means that you should be strong enough so that the mafias and any underground syndicate would fear you and adhere to your every demand. Lastly, you should not bear any emotions. Emotions are a baggage that they should not show as it is a hindrance to being strong and it's not something that you need to get the job done. You do not show pity to the eyes that look at you with anger and fear when you kill them. That is why at this very moment Chrollo did not know how he had harbored such emotions for Kurapika.

They had finally reached the Dark Continent, all of his troupe, no, his family, had already been dead and long been cold. Their corpses inside his Fun Fun Cloth, waiting to be buried when he returns to Meteor City - if ever he could return, but given the circumstance that he is in now he doesn't think that it should be possible. He always knew that he would be the last to remain in the Troupe, he realized this when Bonolenov, Shizuku and Franklin risked their lives for him from Hisoka's attack back in the ship. When Matchi, Phinks and Feitan saved him from the Prince Tserriednich Nen's beast. When Illumi and Kalluto decided that they didn't want any part in the Phantom Troupe anymore and walked out of the ship to return to being assassins. When he is directly looking at Scarlet eyes that are full of anger and desire to gouge his eyes out, the same way that he did to his fellow clansmen.

Now here they were, laying side by side and in some part of the Dark Continent waiting for death's door to both take them as they already know that it is the most plausible ending for them both. Chrollo with blood oozing out of his skull, a hole in the right side of his chest and bruises and cuts in his body. Kurapika, although had the same cuts and bruises doesn't have blood oozing out of him, but instead his whole body had been paralyzed with poison due to Chrollo's knife and it would be a matter of minutes before he dropped dead due to its effects. Both of them have used all their Nen. It must be from the huge amount of blood that he is currently losing that he decided to talk to the blonde in his last moment.

"Well, you did it. You finally avenged your clan." His throat wincing at every word and he could taste the bitterness of iron in his tongue.

The blonde didn't answer at first and he thought that maybe he's dead and the effect of the poison had kicked in a little faster that he thought.

"Why?". The blonde whispered.

He knows what Kurapika had been asking even if he didn't elaborate it.

"There's no particular reason". He wheezed.

"Just that *cough* your clan have very beautiful eyes". He looked the younger man in the eye to show that he meant it.

He knows that looking into his eye, Kurapika can see how empty it is. He knows that he should atleast be regretful or remorseful of what he did, because that was what Kurapika is expecting, but he just can't find it in himself to do that. He can't feel anything when he doesn't even know how the warmth of a parent and loved ones feel, as he grew up without one.

Kurapika thought that in his final moments Chrollo can at least acknowledge that he did, did something wrong. He couldn't understand how all of the Phantom Troupe had felt nothing when they kill, while he on the other hand prays for his soul almost everyday for all the things he has done. But he guess that it wouldn't be right to expect so, considering that this man in front of him is the leader of the most notorious gang.

Shutting his eyes, Kurapika stated, "At the very last *wheeze* moment of my life, I still *cough* fail to understand you and your desire to kill innocent people."

Still looking at the blond, Chrollo said,

"You don't need to understand me or what I've done because they mean nothing to me."

When he opened them again he expected the blonde's reaction to his words. Kurapika's eyes are shining a bright red hue (a sign that he is angry at his answer or just his very existence). What he didn't expect is a small nonexistent smile that adorned his lips.

"May we never meet in another life Chrollo Lucilfer."

And in that moment Chrollo could swear that Kurapika had been the most beautiful person that he had ever seen. He knows it's twisted and he should be blaming it on the blood loss, but he decided that he doesn't care anymore. No amount of stolen treasure could compare with what he's witnessing now. With Kurapika taking his final breath into the world, with blood smearing his cheeks and the redness of his eyes fleetingly losing its life. In that moment he realized that he is still capable of harboring emotions of awe and something he can't name.

He stared at the corpse across from him for a moment, taking in all the unsaid words behind the blonde's last statement. He feels his eyelids drooping and he knows that its his turn now. While he felt his body turning cold he had one last thought.

'I want to meet you again, Kurapika Kurta.'
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Hi!! So this is the first time that I'm writing something for this pairing and sorry in advance if this have some spelling/grammar mistakes on it, English is not exactly my first language hehehe. Thanks for reading :>