Promise ME (leopika fanfic)

Cuts

My eyes slowly opened and I looked at the off puke green ceiling that was no where near the word attractive. My body was sore as I slowly turned my head and looked at the wall lined with book shelves, and the small white desk in the corner with the lamped left on without a second thought. Papers were scattered on the desk and on the floor in piles while books laid opened everywhere there was an available spot. The floor was an peach color white the chair and couch was made of soft black leather that smelled to me like smoke. The arm of the couch was firm under my neck and a thin white blanket had been draped over me to keep me warm. Where was I? I had no idea, and that being the case I needed to get out of here before someone found me. I wasn't used to being the venerable one, and I didn't plan to make a habit of it. I slowly rose my hand to keep that top of the couch and pulled myself into a sitting position, biting my lip to hold in a shout because of the sharp pain in my lungs.

I needed to heal myself, and I needed to do it fast before someone found me in such a vulnerable state. I haven't felt this helpless since what happened to my family so long ago and I didn't plan to feel this way when those bastards still needed to pay. It is their fault... all of this was their fault, and I was going to be sure to make them set uneasy in their graves by taking the only thing they value more than money. "Their lives," I hissed to myself and lightly closed my eyes to try and focus on my beating heart and not the pain that was stabbing me in my chest. I slowly opened my eyes when I heard a door open and looked over my shoulder with my heart skipping beats. His black hair was down and damp from a shower, he smelled like his cologne and body wash, and he wore nothing but a pair of black night pants that hugged his hips. I looked away quickly to hide the burning in my face, I never have been very good in these kinds of situation.

Courting was when two families agreed to let their children spend time together for a day before the wedding to see if by chance they were compatible. You start courting at fourteen and you need to be married by the age of eighteen, but for some it is harder than others. I was always clumsy in romantic situations so I spent my days in books and knowledge to avoid relying on other people. I never found any of the girls my parents chose attractive for a number of reasons, but it didn't make sense to me because I found people like Leorio attractive. "Kurapika!," he rushed over and tried to grab my shoulders but I pulled away sharply to avoid contact, and he took a step back with his hands in the air. "You need to lie down and rest, you've been through a lot," he said simply before looking down to avoid eye contact with me as I slowly looked over at him with a glisten in my eyes. Me and him didn't end on the best terms, and now here he was in pajama pants in front of me without his glasses on so he couldn't see anything.

I opened my mouth to speak but slowly closed it because the tension between us became the air and my heart hurt as it slowly began to beat hard in my chest. He mumbled under his breath some inaudible words making me raise my head because I was shocked he said anything at all. He rose his head and my heart stopped as I watched a thin line of tears slowly drip off of his chin and run down his cheeks. The light in the back ground made his eyes glisten almost as bright as his eyes as he stared into my eyes for a moment. He opened his mouth but slowly closed it before slowly getting on his knees so that he was able to face me. "Why...," he whispered and I opened my mouth to speak but he shook his head to make me slowly close it. "Why didn't you pick up the phone?," he whispered and my heart tightened as I remembered all the times I pressed the ignore button or put my phone on silent. I even blocked his number so he wouldn't be able to leave messages because I couldn't stand to listen to them any longer.

I looked down, for once I had nothing to say to the older male in front of me. No smart comment, concern, or even an answer because it was far to complicated to even figure out in my head. The longer he spent time with me the more of a target he could become and then I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if anything happened to him. I closed my eyes, I guess I was trying to protect him but at the same time I was hoping he wouldn't want to talk to me. People like me couldn't have close friends, good friends, or even past an acquaintance because then they become targets. If anything happened to him I wouldn't be able to forgive myself, because I actually care about the moron in front of me. "I...I didn't think-," I was interrupted by two hands being put at either side of my face and I closed my eyes as I felt his hot breath on my face. My heart skipped beats as I slowly opened my eyes and looked into pure brown eyes that were sharp enough to cut through anything, except for maybe the awkward tension.