"Kurapika..."
"Kurapika..."
"Kurapika.."
A very faint voice mumbles in the distance, I wander around this familiar plane of where my clan and I once resided together in peace before the Phantom Troupe came, and tore my clan limb from limb. All for what? Our eyes. They consider our scarlet red eyes one of the most beautiful colors to ever exist. They killed the whole Kurta clan for our eyes, I was the only who managed to survive the attack. With their dying breaths, I vowed I would avenge my fellow brethren, no matter what the cause was.
"No, please stop!"
The voices of my clan still haunt me in my very nightmares at night, awaking me with a cold sweat, and tears. Them pleading for their lives, for the troupe to stop slaughtering them and, scooping their eyes out as if they were ice cream. The men, women, and children all scream out in agony. I was powerless against them.
I've re-lived this nightmare every night for years now, and just as every other time, it is still as completely horrifying as when the event took place. Any time I see any form of spider, my vision goes red. The Phantom Troupe took everything away from me, my family, friends- taking away my purpose in life, the only thing that ever mattered to me. I can never forgive them for all the pain they caused me and my fellow brethren.
"No please!!"
I shot straight up from where I once quietly slumbered.
"NO!" my eyes had gone scarlet, as I sat up heavily panting, tears pouring from my eyes uncontrollably. My arm was outstretched as if I were reaching to save someone. I look around me quickly, averting my eyes to check my surroundings, once I realized I was in my bed, I felt my heart rate start to calm, and my nerves starting to soothe themselves from the tension caused from the nightmare.
*knock*
*knock*
*knock*
"Kurapika, are you alright?" A very soft spoken woman asked, I instantly recognized her voice, and took a second to compose myself before answering her.
"I'm fine." I replied to her. "Kurapika, you know I can tell that something is wrong- your heart beat sounds of deep sorrow, and- rage." Melody spoke in a very gentle tone through the door.
"I am fine." I rephrase firmer, hoping she would decide to give up. My problems are not worth projecting onto others like that, I've always handled them alone, it's what I'm used to, and better off that way.
"Kurapika, if you need anything- just please come talk to me." she sighed lightly, and by that I'd known she'd given up. I waited until I heard her footsteps go back towards the boss's room before getting up. I was not going back to sleep after that nightmare.
There is an auction that is going to take place tonight, and I have a strong sense that I will find the Phantom Troupe there tonight. I've already killed most of the spider's legs, and I'm simply taking one out every chance I can take to rid of them and avenge my brethren for what they did to us. The only members left are their leader, Shalnark, Machi, Feitan, and Kortopi. I hate killing people, but for what they did
they deserved to be chained to hell.
Authors Note:
I know this is a bit short, but I still hope it was at the very least enjoyable for you to read. I didn't want to do to much, I wanted to stay right on the point instead of being all over the place. I try to keep my work as composed as possible. On another note, there will be a time skip in the official part when shit starts to go down, for the following part to be uploaded. :)
Until next time~
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Hiraethヒラエス(Chrollo X Kurapika)
Fanfiction"The spider doesn't die once the head is gone." He spoke out softly. "What?" I replied. Someone released a nen infused chop to the back of my neck. The voices all around me had grown fainter. "Take him..." And with that, my vision went black.
