|| HxH x Reader Oneshots ||

| Kurapika x Reader | Return [Extra]

Though he hadn't kept a journal or diary in the oneshot, if he did, this is what he would have written during the events of the oneshot.

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| During Part I |

I don't like flights anymore, nor do I like long car rides, nor just about anything that gives me the time and silence to reflect on myself.

They use to be decent I guess, I had remembered liking silence after all, but now, as I am sitting through this five hour flight, I don't think I can despise any other use of my time more.

For I keep thinking about her.

I keep thinking about the way she walked into that room without so much as a tremble in her steps, the way she had spoken her last words to me, the way her blood had seeped their way to my feet long after she had walked in.

I couldn't stop thinking about her...

No one was there to see it, not even the game masters I'd imagine, but I had tried my damn hardest to open that door. Screaming, weeping, clawing for the damn thing to open.

But it never did.

And perhaps the humorous thing was that if you were to ask me why I had wanted to open that door, why I had rendered fingers raw and bloody to pry the wretched thing open. I wouldn't have answered, because I didn't know.

I didn't know why I had wanted her back in my arms, safe and sound, with not a scratch upon her cheek. I didn't know why I wanted to take her out of there and into my arms and scold her for doing what I only expected her to do.

I didn't know.

I didn't know a damn thing.

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| After Part II but before Part III |

Melody gave me a lipstick today, apparently Neon bought it for her while they were out shopping. But since the small woman doesn't actually wear any makeup, she gave it to me.

I had wanted to refuse the offer of course, it was instincts really, but when I took a look at the color, I stopped myself.

'001- Scarlet Moon' was what was printed on the label.

I...had always wondered how she'd look in scarlet, it was scientifically proven to be the color that complimented people most after all. But she never wore it, I wondered if it was intentional actually. If so, she's overthinking.

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I gave it to her today, even helped her put it on.

I was right.

She looks great in scarlet.

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| During Part III |

We Kurtas had a phrase to express how much someone loves another.

It goes something like "I love them to the extent that if they were to ask, I would touch the moon for them." It's horridly long in this language I know but it's actually much shorter and poetic in Kurtan.

I was working on a more refined translation of that phrase, hoping to be able to put in a love letter I was drafting up.

Sparing you the gory details, let's just I won't need to occupy myself with it anymore.

After all, I had left the draft of that letter in the hotel we were staying at.

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| During Part VI |

She's alive.

I cannot believe it but I had to, I wanted to even.

She's alive and well and living peacefully in a city far away from danger and it's not all just a dream. She works at a cafe on her weekdays to occupy herself from boredom, she's made a few friends here, and said that she's used to this life by now.

Her memories were foggy, but she said that she remembered me, remembered how much I had meant to her apparently.

But I couldn't found it in myself to care, not in that moment at least.

She's alive.

She's alive.

She's alive.

And I can finally tell her that I love her.

So much so that I would touch the moon if she so wished.