Kurokura Stories

"Angel, hello are you there?....." The voice of the whom true love. "Your lips look..." "Sweet..." "You'll be mine."

{ This is based on one of my weird dreams } - I dont own any characters from hxh -

His touch is so addictive, yet it shouldn't be. His voice is so soothing, yet he can't bring himself to believe it. His eyes are so warm, yet there is an endless cold that he seeks to find. His skin was so clean, yet he tries his hardest to find something dirty. He is his only comfort, yet he refuses to acknowledge it. ~ KuroKura Angst/Fluff In which Kurapika finds comfort is Chrollo, but he refuses to accept it, trying to find anything to prove his heart wrong.

Kurapika dies. He gets one more chance to make things right. But this means preventing a massacre from ever happening, finding companions he has yet to meet, and fraternizing with an enemy--who isn't truly his enemy anymore. -- The first chapter takes place during the current arc in the manga. The following chapters take place ten years in the past. In-progress. -- Cover art by justliling.

bunch of hisogon/killugon/kurokura shit If ya don't like it, just don't read it :)

El amor es hermoso. Pero tan doloroso a la vez.

Kuroro sneaks into an apartment to confirm a theory of his. Originally happy by the result, Kuroro becomes consumed by anguish as he soon realizes that his past actions have harsh consequences.

crackkk kurapika needs to buy his milk

Months following the events in York New, Kurapika is faced with a tempting situation that could lead to more.

el deseo que pidió se hizo realidad. De una manera que lamentaba.

The plague started 5 years ago, spreading across the world at rapid rates, causing a zombie-like state into those who contracted it. Their minds were overtaken, body morphed into something that couldn't be alive. Near that time, the Kuruta Clan's existence became known, their eyes shining scarlet when they were emotional. Some people saw it as a threat, that if they were struck by the disease when their eyes were red, they would become immensely harder to defeat that the normal 'undead.' So, to prevent the problem, a small group of 12 that called themselves "The Phantom Troupe" decided to eradicate their existence completely. But just 6 weeks before the massacre, a young, blond-haired boy at the age of 12 had left the village to explore the world, unaware of the infection slowly killing a large portion of the population. His name was Kurapika, the current last survivor of the Kuruta Clan. He began venturing, soon become quite knowledgable about the disease and how to avoid getting it, also gaining info on the people who destroyed his home village. He was going to get revenge, no matter what. Little did he know, he would eventually meet friends and run into the people who murdered his entire family for the supposed "protection" of the world. And, he would begin learning things he would have never known prior, including things about himself. (~nen does exist~)

"May we never meet in another life Chrollo Lucilfer." In which Kurapika and Chrollo are enemies and does not understand a thing about one another. Or They had to live again in order to fully understood one another. Disclaimer: I don't own the characters and the picture in this story. Happy reading!

Btw this is written by me Patricia not videl . This is not a SMUT OR LEMON ❌❌( sorry for the smut or lemons lover and btw i like lemons to but if i write lemons i feel my sins crawling on my back so nobody going to hell ❌) im suck at writting grammar so yeah .... Enjoy my stupid story .....

su fijación por las flores empezó desde niño. Aprendió todo sobre flores, significados, tipos de flores o demás. Así que cuando kuroro le dio un ramo de rosas se sintió derretirse.

[Beyond the Trail] "I don't want this as much as you do." Kurapika argued while zipping up his backpack. "At least we can try to like each other for the next year." Chrollo mumbled only it was more to himself. He had no intention of angering the Kurta even more. "Let's just get going. Where do you wanna go first?" Kurapika asked looking at the list of 365 places they were to visit. One each day. "I dunno let's just go with the first one on the list then make our way down." [WARNING: This story contains references from a total of 365 other anime. Even if you don't know or have watched the anime that is in each given chapter it will still be mostly understandable enough and fun to read.]

"This also wasn't it that ladies fortune. It wasn't significant enough that I would need to avoid it." That earned the Ryodan head a rough punch in the face. Kurapika immediately jerked back, feeling a sting on his hand. "What the hell-?!" He breathed, looking at his knuckle. -- krkr but like soulmates :/

It's finally the day when Leorio is going to propose to Kurapika. The most exciting day ever, isn't it? But how could this amazing day be completely ruined by only one person? Who might that person be? Whoever it is, he's Leorio's enemy from now on.

Their souls were not bound by invisible strings, - their lives, not made for the amusement of a sadistic god. It was by chance that they grew to hold each other's hearts. And it was by pure happenstance that they changed the world. Fate has no place here. {Oneshots in which Canon can't stop me.}