Chaining the Spider

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Chrollo POV

Kurapika's face pinched together as he glared at me, chains in hand. 

Everything about Kurapika was raw: his expression, an open display of irritation towards me; his fingers, red from the metal rings digging into his skin; his voice, hoarse from threatening me previously. 

I was completely captivated by his presence. I could not breath, and it was not just because Kurapika had metal chains wrapped around my throat.

"Do you finally understand?" Kurapika snarls, forcing my face up with his pale fragile hand. 

"You're playing my game now." The chains tighten around my neck. 

"So take off your shirt." It is a simple command, but the way Kurapika said it made my spine straighten.

Not being able to say anything, I nod hastily. My fingers make their way to my shirt, undoing the buttons one at a time. Eventually my chest is exposed, bare. 

Glancing up, I am met with Kurapika's wondering eyes. The boy in front of me is taking in every inch of my skin. Kurapika looks mesmerized by my appearance. Outwardly I smirk at this, though truth be told I find his fascination of my body endearing. 

Wanting to give him the full experience, I begin to take off my jacket along with my already unbuttoned shirt. As I undress, I make sure to flex my abdominal and pectoral muscles. The fabric falls swiftly off my shoulders and into the car seat. My torso is now on complete display.

Turning my head away in partial embarrassment, I allow Kurapika to take in the view. I resist the urge to cover my arms over my chest. I don't find it fair that I am the only one undressing. However, it is not like I could make him undress even if I wanted to. He is the one with the Nen chain around my throat. 

It feels like an eternity has passed while Kurapika stares at my upper body. Neither of us are saying anything. The car beneath us continues to move forward as Kurapika stares at my shirtless body. This is definitely awkward.

My eyes remain glued to the raindrops sliding down the car passenger window. I choose not to look at Kurapika so that way I do not cause permanent damage to my throat due to his hotheadedness. It seems that every time I try to help this unexperienced boy through the ropes he ends up being frustrated. His frustration usually leads to my suffering, which I want to avoid. Kurapika has stated multiple times that he wants to be in charge so fine, I'll let him be.

However, now that I am exposed and vulnerable in front of him, he does not say anything. What a hormonal dramatic teenager. I guess I will have to be the one who makes the first move since he wants to take so long. 

Sighing, I dramatically lift up my face.

"So, I guess you like the view? Well-"

My voice dropped as soon as I saw Kurapika's eyes. His normally grey eyes were now a crimson red, and focused intently onto my right bicep. Even though I knew exactly what he was looking at, my eyes still follow his gaze. 

A black spider tattoo with the number "0" was imprinted distinctly onto my bicep. I did not dare move a single muscle in fear that Kurapika may act rash. If he was hotheaded before, he would definitely be more so now that my spider tattoo is on display. I realize now that I should have realized who he is, and where my tattoo was, before attempting anything seductive with him. 

No matter how gorgeous Kurapika may be, he is still the one that got away. The one that we should have finished off. The one that I should have finished off. Instead of considering different ways to tie up this loose end, what am I doing? Trying to get some in the back of a car with a guy who should be dead. God, I'm just as bad as Hisoka. 

My thoughts are soon interrupted by the only alive member of the Kurta clan.

"I still remember, you know." Kurapika's voice is surprisingly steady and calm. This is very unnerving to me. I remember too of course, but I dare not say that. 

Kurapika continues his testimony. "When you came to kill everyone in my village. I physically wasn't there. I was out and about, trying find a doctor for my friend, Pairo. I promised Pairo that I would return to the village with a doctor for him and that we would one day go to the outside world together and explore. What a fucking lie that turned out to be."

His scarlet eyes looked off in the distance and began to swell with tears.

"You know, before I left the village, Pairo told me to have fun and make sure that my adventure was just like the Hunter we used to read about together when we were kids."

Kurapika focused onto my face.

"You took my childhood best friend away from me. I became a hunter just so that way I could get revenge for Pairo and the others in my clan. You controlled my future by erasing everyone from my past." Tears falling, voice rising, Kurapika repositions his grip on the chain in order to make it clench around my neck.

"Now you are trying to take Gon and Killua away from me too?! What's the matter with you?! Don't you have a heart?!" He screams this at me, then begins to sob inaudibly. 

Kurapika's entire body shakes as tears stream down his face. His golden hair flattens and sticks to the wet mess that is his face. I sit their numbly and watch the boy express his sorrow. 

I feel the need to comfort Kurapika, despite the fact that I am his reason for suffering. Hesitantly, I raise my hand and pull the boy in for a hug on my naked chest.  Squeezing tight, I embrace his feeble body. The sobbing slowly comes to a stop as Kurapika registers what exactly I am doing. 

The fact that he stopped crying comforts me, even if it is purely from shock of my actions. Stroking his blonde hair, I consider his question. 

"Do I have a heart?" I murmur, thinking out loud. Kurapika stops squirming and perks his head up from my chest, damp red puffy eyes looking up at me. I stroke his tear stricken face as I realize my answer to the question.

"I don't think I have a heart." I say softly.

"It's hard to have one when you've stopped the hearts so many others." I chuckle at this, then look at Kurapika for his reaction to my answer. 

Kurapika's face is hard to read. He raises his hand, and I brace myself for a slap from him. He extends his index finger, then proceeds to wipe a tear from my face that I didn't know I had.

"You do have a heart. You know how I know?" Kurapika's statement makes my mouth fall open in wonder. He smirks.

"Because of the passion I felt when you kissed me. Because of the adoration that is in your eyes when you look into mine. And mostly, because of the remorse that I felt when you gave me that hug." Kurapika leans in so that way his nose nudges my own.

"You do have a heart." He states, looking into my eyes. "You just seem to have trouble showing it." 

With that, he gives me a kiss. 

The answer to the question is answered when Kurapika's kiss makes my heartbeat so loud that it is ringing in my ears. My heart is quite hard to ignore.