A Piece of Kurapika (hunter x hunter fanfiction)

Confusing Kurapika

A Piece of Kurapica

Kuroro x Kurapika x Leorio

Kurapika groaned and tried to open his eyes but they felt stapled together. His body ached when he tried to move, it felt like he hasn't used it in years from the feel of it.

"Ugh... Leo.. rio, how long have I been asleep? Uhn—" he got up, his hand immediately going to his forehead, his eyes slowly opened and everything came in a blur.

White. Everything around him was white. Or was it just his vision trying to adjust? He looked down, it's still white. He noticed something was off, he couldn't point his finger on it, not while his head was killing him and his sight hadn't fully adapted yet, maybe from the lack of nutrition during his coma.

Then he noticed that he was on a bed. His defenses shot up, instinctively activating his Nen, there wasn't a bed in the rundown building which meant he's in a different location.

"Look at you. You shouldn't force yourself." Calm, playful, false concern, coated that deadly voice and Kurapica was full on alert now, jumping out of the bed at once.

He let out a yelp when he suddenly felt the weight of nen around his wrists and ankles pulling him back to the bed.

Materialized clamps! He thought.

"Now, now. Lie down and rest that thin body of yours before I get the urge to snap it." He sounded like Killua, only irritating, Kurapica's vision returned after that shock and saw a familiar figure standing by the wall, in front of the bed. His lower face was masked, wearing all black with a black leather coat, his black hair was flat and fell to his neck.

"Genea Ryodan." He bit out, heaving, being down for almost a month has left him weak and malnourished. He has yet to regain his strength.

"We haven't been properly introduced, I'm Feitan." Kurapica could imagine the man smirking under the mask, he ignored it and paid more attention to his surrounding instead. He noticed that he was indeed in an all-white furnished bedroom. Everything was white, from the floor, to the ceiling to the walls, to the coffee table and throne-like chairs with it that the Ryodan-member was sitting on. Aside from that and the king-size bed, the room was bare which made him think of his situation.

What happened?

Where am I?

How did I get here?

Why can't I use my chain? Leorio. Where's Leorio?

"You look confused." Feitan's voice snapped him back to reality and that's when he noticed the huge mirror right across the wall in front of him and he froze.

"Kaichou specifically requested those clothes." The voice said in amusement, Kurapica couldn't mask the surprise in his eyes at the mention of Kuroro
"Perfect, since those were similar to the clothes you wore the day you captured him." Kurapica turned to the man dressed all in black, his mouth covered by a black scarf, his black hair reaching his neck, he could see caged hatred in his eyes,

"Now, now." He droned "We all thought Shizuku would have those same clothes, you're taller but aside from that you two are the same size you see. Good thing the shop she goes to has those same clothes, and the wig was easy to duplicate." Feitan's nonchalant voice switched to venom,
"You have no idea how much I want to shred you to pieces right now. To squash the guts that made you take our leader from us!"

Kurapica gasped when Fei appeared on top of him, his right hand grabbing his jaw in a crushing grip, pushing his head into the bed.

"How does it feel... to be powerless? You can't use your abilities right? We all know your weakness, thanks to Paku's sacrifice. HER SACRIFICE DA** YOU!" he yelled at his face.