Blurring Line
Tutankhamun
Kal: This is a non-English fic of a friend of mine. I translated it and post it here for him. Disclaimer: HxH is neither Tutankhamun's nor mine. Pairing: Kuroro/Kurapika -- Shounen ai.
Chapter 1: Warm Hearts
The car speed up and continued its way on the road. Suddenly it swerved wildly, nearly crashed into some other cars. Other cars on the road honked their horns, but nothing changed.
"Kurapika, get a hold of your self!" A man's voice could be heard from the car. It seemed something very very terrible was happening there. "Senritsu, do something! We must stop him!"
"But if I use the 'Field of Spring', all of us will be affected, including you, the one who hold the wheel. We can't take the risk!" A female voice answered.
Meanwhile on the back seats...
"You won't kill me." Kuroro said. "In the prediction of the girl, none of this was mentioned. Which means I wasn't needed to be warned. In other words, what you're doing now is insignificant."
"What...?!" Kurapika became huge, in them there were now only anger and hatred, all directed to the person sitting next to him, his enemy. "Bastard!"
"You said that again." Kuroro showed no emotions.
Couldn't hold back himself anymore, Kurapika clenched his hand into a fist and raised it up, ready to punch Kuroro's face.
The air suddenly stilled. So strange... It was as if something was going to happen soon... But... what was wrong? Kurapika's eyes still locked with Kuroro's, still wide. Only now the hatred there had subsided, changed to something suspiciously like amazement.
No one wanted to break the eye contact first. Kurapika felt something changed as he continued to stare at Kuroro. No, nothing changed. Still those cold and sharp eyes, full of apathy.
"It hurts my eyes! Stop staring!" Finally, Kuroro spoke up, shattering the silence.
Kurapika startled, turned away sharply. He totally forgot what he intended to do several seconds before. His heart beat faster as if it was dancing in a beautiful and special melody. His shirt began to soak with his sweat. It seemed he'd just realize something he should have never realized. His body didn't followed his command anymore, he felt back onto his seat.
/What have... what have I've just seen...?!/ Kurapika thought. Surprise, shock, and panic held him immobile. /I shouldn't... shouldn't think that he's handsome... like a prince... No, wait! Did I just say handsome?/
"No!"
"Damn it. Stop screaming. What the hell are you doing? Do you want the car window to shatter?" Leorio yelled at him.
Silence again. It was so silent, silent to the point of frustrating.
/Now what? He stops wanting to hit me? Something hit his head, right?/ Kuroro thought. He wished the chainman would keep beating him though. This kind of situation made him uncomfortable and worse, it gave him a strange feeling inside.
/No damn way! I can't have thought like that. I have to revenge for my tribe. What's is this feeling?/ Couldn't believe in his own eyes, Kurapika turned his head to Kuroro. Their eyes met again, but this time not as long as the first time as Kurapika turned away quickly to the car's door. Then he turned back to take a look again, still confused...
... until he got fed up with tossing his head.
Kuroro had never shown this much emotion. He had never frowned. Emotions were something rarely seen in his eyes. But in that moment, he too looked so confused, one of his eyebrow lifted up, his lips slightly parted. /Why staring that much? What the hell does he want to find in me?/
Two other cars followed them from behind, then quickly caught up with them. This interrupted Kuroro's thought. But... he continued thinking anyway...
"Then there's a question. Who are they?"
Several men could be seen behind the glass of those two cars.
"GET ALL OF THEM!" Someone cried very loudly.
The fight happened very quickly. On one side were four people, of whom one chained, one too short, one looked stupid, and one woman with a small car. On one side were about ten or eleven big men and two very modern cars. Add to that fact, Leorio had to drive the car; Senritsu was too shock to untied the safe belt; Kurapika would rather die than let Kuroro go; and Kuroro, well, his nen was blocked. So they all were caught and brought to their enemy's basement.
The basement was a vacant castle on the outskirt of the city. The castle was not very beautiful, in fact, it was not beautiful at all, and its inside was always cold.
"Get in!" One of them shouted. He pushed Senritsu, Leorio into two different cells. He turned to Kurapika and Kuroro and...
"Leader! What would we do? There's now only one cell left." He said.
"Then throw the rest into one, idiot!" His leader just shrugged.
"Should we? I think we should separate them."
"There's nothing to worry about. It's obvious that they hate each other. If they killed each other, the ones who would jump on their graves would be us."
So Kurapika and Kuroro were put in the last cell. Together.
"Just leave them there, we will dealt with them tomorrow." The leader ordered.
Night came, the air turned cold to the point of icy. In the cells, where walls, floors were all made of stone, the cold became unbearable.
Kurapika's delicate appearance definitely wasn't supposed to be exposed to the night's icy touch. He sat on a corner, hugging his knees, tried to warm himself, but the warmth was so hard to find. Kuroro sat on the opposite corner, observing Kurapika carefully. Maybe he wanted to know if there was something wrong with the chain guy today.
Surprisingly to both, Kuroro stood up, took off his coat and stretched it out to Kurapika. "Hey, take this. It will make you less cold."
"I don't need pity, especially yours. There's nothing I couldn't bear." Kurapika didn't look up. But then, he couldn't even move a finger, numbed by the cold.
The night was still long, in the air was an intense hostility. Leorio had no problems. He could easily felt asleep whenever and wherever he was. Senritsu had to try her best, but in the end, sleep came to her. Kurapika and Kuroro, however, stay awake all night, they kept on their guard all the time, daring each other to try something with their eyes.
In these underground cells, it's hard to tell the difference between day and night. But they knew day must have come as the enemy returned. They passed Leorio and Senritsu's cells without even looking at their directions and came right into Kuroro's.
"Kuroro, it's time for ya to die!" One of them growled threateningly.
Kuroro's eyes stayed the same, expressionless as usual.
"Then tell me something first. Who are you?"
The leader of the men growled. "You can't have forgotten us. You had killed half of us last month. We're the Silver Eagle."
Kuroro shrug. "Never heard that name."
"Son of a bitch! Then you'll die for sure." The leader screamed in rage.
Shrugging again, Kuroro calmly followed the men, now was the Silver Eagle, into the torture room.
The sound of beating soon filled that placed. "Keep him alive. Don't let him die so soon. I want to watch that son of a bitch suffer." The leader laughed, but soon he had to be disappointed, as Kuroro's face betrayed no emotion. "Bastard! Beat him harder! I *want* him to suffer!" He spat out.
The whips lashing more intensely, each time they met with Kuroro's skin, blood spurted out and painted even the hands and body of his tormentors. Blood only excited them...
"Speak. Where is your group now? How many members?"
Silence answered them, followed by continuous sounds of lashing whips.
They didn't even close the door of the torture room, and from behind the cell's bars, Kurapika could see all what the enemies were doing to Kuroro. Involuntarily, tears fall down from his eyes, somehow made his cheeks burning. Paid to much attention to what happened, he didn't sense what was slowing changing in his heart yet. The small hands grasped the bars tightly as if wanting to break them all... And in his eyes... the color was changing too... How strange, his eyes only turned crimson when faced with spiders and the Ryodan. But then, the color of anger and hatred didn't come in the time he was imprisoned with Kuroro... and now, seeing Kuroro's physical pain, In Kurapika's tear-filled eyes, gray was slowly changing into the color of blood.
Fire of wrath was burning brightly in those beautiful eyes of a son of the Kuruta's tribe.
Finally, the sick game came to an end. "I've just seen fresh blood of the Ryodan's leader. We will continue tomorrow, I don't want the game to finish too early." The leader said and gestured his men to pushed Kuroro back into the cell. Kuroro fall down on the cold stone, behind him, the footsteps became smaller then completely faded.
"KURORO!" Kurapika rushed to him.
"Couldn't you leave me alone for a second? Don't you see what I've just gone through? Don't tell me you want to get your revenge when I'm in this state?" Kuroro grumbled, somewhat confused that his enemy actually showing care for him.
Kurapika tore from his own shirt some trips without thought and used them to dress Kuroro's wound. Kuroro was just too surprise to think coherently about that.
"Why?" Kuroro looked at Kurapika questioningly.
"Because I want to. Only I will be the one who kill you, not anyone else. Now, you must not die yet." He continued to make the bandages.
The day passed in silence. The Silver Eagle returned twice more, each time with violence and malice directed to only Kuroro. Time flied so fast. Did night come yet, maybe, as the torches the men left after their last visit were going out, the cold and darkness returned to the cells. After a while, from the thick stone wall and floor to the air, all seemed to be freezing under a layer of ice.
This night was just like last night. Kurapika sat in the familiar corner again, hugging his knees. From the other corner, Kuroro was watching him, but this time, with a whole new different reason. He wondered why he had never noticed how beautiful the boy was.
"Just take my coat." Kuroro took off his coat again.
"I said I don't need your pity." Kurapika's voice was small, he was too exhausted by a long icy day without food and water.
"You don't need to act so mightily. You used at least half of your coat to dress my wound, didn't you? This cell was too cold, you want to die before getting your revenge?" Kuroro sighed and walked to Kurapika, he draped his coat over Kurapika's body without getting the boy's permission.
This time, it was Kuroro's turn to feel the cold.
The night seemed to never end...
"Hey... your coat is too large, only me in it would not bring any warmth..."
Kuroro stared at his enemy in amazement. Kurapika's voice had never been so gentle, at least never been so gentle with him, it was so different from the harsh voice he heard on the car. A thought pop out in his head, he smiled.
Kuroro got closer to Kurapika, he took his coat and draped it over both of them. His arms wrapped around Kurapika and he let the boy rest against him. Warmth seemed to radiate from Kuroro's body. It brought to Kurapika such a strange feeling of security. Slowly, he fell into a dreamless sleep in Kuroro's embrace...
The cold of the night still freezing everything. But in a cell under the ground of an old castle, there were two hearts burning with a nameless emotion that was new to both of them. Each one feeling the warmth from the other slowly melted the invisible ice around them and even the ice surrounding their souls. The most horrifying night hand turned into the most peaceful night for them and for them alone.
..............
"Argh! S-o c-o-l-d...!" A groan could be heard from the cell nearby...
Darkness still ruled everything else, but inside both of their hearts, dawn was coming.
To be continued...
Tutankhamun
Kal: This is a non-English fic of a friend of mine. I translated it and post it here for him. Disclaimer: HxH is neither Tutankhamun's nor mine. Pairing: Kuroro/Kurapika -- Shounen ai.
Chapter 1: Warm Hearts
The car speed up and continued its way on the road. Suddenly it swerved wildly, nearly crashed into some other cars. Other cars on the road honked their horns, but nothing changed.
"Kurapika, get a hold of your self!" A man's voice could be heard from the car. It seemed something very very terrible was happening there. "Senritsu, do something! We must stop him!"
"But if I use the 'Field of Spring', all of us will be affected, including you, the one who hold the wheel. We can't take the risk!" A female voice answered.
Meanwhile on the back seats...
"You won't kill me." Kuroro said. "In the prediction of the girl, none of this was mentioned. Which means I wasn't needed to be warned. In other words, what you're doing now is insignificant."
"What...?!" Kurapika became huge, in them there were now only anger and hatred, all directed to the person sitting next to him, his enemy. "Bastard!"
"You said that again." Kuroro showed no emotions.
Couldn't hold back himself anymore, Kurapika clenched his hand into a fist and raised it up, ready to punch Kuroro's face.
The air suddenly stilled. So strange... It was as if something was going to happen soon... But... what was wrong? Kurapika's eyes still locked with Kuroro's, still wide. Only now the hatred there had subsided, changed to something suspiciously like amazement.
No one wanted to break the eye contact first. Kurapika felt something changed as he continued to stare at Kuroro. No, nothing changed. Still those cold and sharp eyes, full of apathy.
"It hurts my eyes! Stop staring!" Finally, Kuroro spoke up, shattering the silence.
Kurapika startled, turned away sharply. He totally forgot what he intended to do several seconds before. His heart beat faster as if it was dancing in a beautiful and special melody. His shirt began to soak with his sweat. It seemed he'd just realize something he should have never realized. His body didn't followed his command anymore, he felt back onto his seat.
/What have... what have I've just seen...?!/ Kurapika thought. Surprise, shock, and panic held him immobile. /I shouldn't... shouldn't think that he's handsome... like a prince... No, wait! Did I just say handsome?/
"No!"
"Damn it. Stop screaming. What the hell are you doing? Do you want the car window to shatter?" Leorio yelled at him.
Silence again. It was so silent, silent to the point of frustrating.
/Now what? He stops wanting to hit me? Something hit his head, right?/ Kuroro thought. He wished the chainman would keep beating him though. This kind of situation made him uncomfortable and worse, it gave him a strange feeling inside.
/No damn way! I can't have thought like that. I have to revenge for my tribe. What's is this feeling?/ Couldn't believe in his own eyes, Kurapika turned his head to Kuroro. Their eyes met again, but this time not as long as the first time as Kurapika turned away quickly to the car's door. Then he turned back to take a look again, still confused...
... until he got fed up with tossing his head.
Kuroro had never shown this much emotion. He had never frowned. Emotions were something rarely seen in his eyes. But in that moment, he too looked so confused, one of his eyebrow lifted up, his lips slightly parted. /Why staring that much? What the hell does he want to find in me?/
Two other cars followed them from behind, then quickly caught up with them. This interrupted Kuroro's thought. But... he continued thinking anyway...
"Then there's a question. Who are they?"
Several men could be seen behind the glass of those two cars.
"GET ALL OF THEM!" Someone cried very loudly.
The fight happened very quickly. On one side were four people, of whom one chained, one too short, one looked stupid, and one woman with a small car. On one side were about ten or eleven big men and two very modern cars. Add to that fact, Leorio had to drive the car; Senritsu was too shock to untied the safe belt; Kurapika would rather die than let Kuroro go; and Kuroro, well, his nen was blocked. So they all were caught and brought to their enemy's basement.
The basement was a vacant castle on the outskirt of the city. The castle was not very beautiful, in fact, it was not beautiful at all, and its inside was always cold.
"Get in!" One of them shouted. He pushed Senritsu, Leorio into two different cells. He turned to Kurapika and Kuroro and...
"Leader! What would we do? There's now only one cell left." He said.
"Then throw the rest into one, idiot!" His leader just shrugged.
"Should we? I think we should separate them."
"There's nothing to worry about. It's obvious that they hate each other. If they killed each other, the ones who would jump on their graves would be us."
So Kurapika and Kuroro were put in the last cell. Together.
"Just leave them there, we will dealt with them tomorrow." The leader ordered.
Night came, the air turned cold to the point of icy. In the cells, where walls, floors were all made of stone, the cold became unbearable.
Kurapika's delicate appearance definitely wasn't supposed to be exposed to the night's icy touch. He sat on a corner, hugging his knees, tried to warm himself, but the warmth was so hard to find. Kuroro sat on the opposite corner, observing Kurapika carefully. Maybe he wanted to know if there was something wrong with the chain guy today.
Surprisingly to both, Kuroro stood up, took off his coat and stretched it out to Kurapika. "Hey, take this. It will make you less cold."
"I don't need pity, especially yours. There's nothing I couldn't bear." Kurapika didn't look up. But then, he couldn't even move a finger, numbed by the cold.
The night was still long, in the air was an intense hostility. Leorio had no problems. He could easily felt asleep whenever and wherever he was. Senritsu had to try her best, but in the end, sleep came to her. Kurapika and Kuroro, however, stay awake all night, they kept on their guard all the time, daring each other to try something with their eyes.
In these underground cells, it's hard to tell the difference between day and night. But they knew day must have come as the enemy returned. They passed Leorio and Senritsu's cells without even looking at their directions and came right into Kuroro's.
"Kuroro, it's time for ya to die!" One of them growled threateningly.
Kuroro's eyes stayed the same, expressionless as usual.
"Then tell me something first. Who are you?"
The leader of the men growled. "You can't have forgotten us. You had killed half of us last month. We're the Silver Eagle."
Kuroro shrug. "Never heard that name."
"Son of a bitch! Then you'll die for sure." The leader screamed in rage.
Shrugging again, Kuroro calmly followed the men, now was the Silver Eagle, into the torture room.
The sound of beating soon filled that placed. "Keep him alive. Don't let him die so soon. I want to watch that son of a bitch suffer." The leader laughed, but soon he had to be disappointed, as Kuroro's face betrayed no emotion. "Bastard! Beat him harder! I *want* him to suffer!" He spat out.
The whips lashing more intensely, each time they met with Kuroro's skin, blood spurted out and painted even the hands and body of his tormentors. Blood only excited them...
"Speak. Where is your group now? How many members?"
Silence answered them, followed by continuous sounds of lashing whips.
They didn't even close the door of the torture room, and from behind the cell's bars, Kurapika could see all what the enemies were doing to Kuroro. Involuntarily, tears fall down from his eyes, somehow made his cheeks burning. Paid to much attention to what happened, he didn't sense what was slowing changing in his heart yet. The small hands grasped the bars tightly as if wanting to break them all... And in his eyes... the color was changing too... How strange, his eyes only turned crimson when faced with spiders and the Ryodan. But then, the color of anger and hatred didn't come in the time he was imprisoned with Kuroro... and now, seeing Kuroro's physical pain, In Kurapika's tear-filled eyes, gray was slowly changing into the color of blood.
Fire of wrath was burning brightly in those beautiful eyes of a son of the Kuruta's tribe.
Finally, the sick game came to an end. "I've just seen fresh blood of the Ryodan's leader. We will continue tomorrow, I don't want the game to finish too early." The leader said and gestured his men to pushed Kuroro back into the cell. Kuroro fall down on the cold stone, behind him, the footsteps became smaller then completely faded.
"KURORO!" Kurapika rushed to him.
"Couldn't you leave me alone for a second? Don't you see what I've just gone through? Don't tell me you want to get your revenge when I'm in this state?" Kuroro grumbled, somewhat confused that his enemy actually showing care for him.
Kurapika tore from his own shirt some trips without thought and used them to dress Kuroro's wound. Kuroro was just too surprise to think coherently about that.
"Why?" Kuroro looked at Kurapika questioningly.
"Because I want to. Only I will be the one who kill you, not anyone else. Now, you must not die yet." He continued to make the bandages.
The day passed in silence. The Silver Eagle returned twice more, each time with violence and malice directed to only Kuroro. Time flied so fast. Did night come yet, maybe, as the torches the men left after their last visit were going out, the cold and darkness returned to the cells. After a while, from the thick stone wall and floor to the air, all seemed to be freezing under a layer of ice.
This night was just like last night. Kurapika sat in the familiar corner again, hugging his knees. From the other corner, Kuroro was watching him, but this time, with a whole new different reason. He wondered why he had never noticed how beautiful the boy was.
"Just take my coat." Kuroro took off his coat again.
"I said I don't need your pity." Kurapika's voice was small, he was too exhausted by a long icy day without food and water.
"You don't need to act so mightily. You used at least half of your coat to dress my wound, didn't you? This cell was too cold, you want to die before getting your revenge?" Kuroro sighed and walked to Kurapika, he draped his coat over Kurapika's body without getting the boy's permission.
This time, it was Kuroro's turn to feel the cold.
The night seemed to never end...
"Hey... your coat is too large, only me in it would not bring any warmth..."
Kuroro stared at his enemy in amazement. Kurapika's voice had never been so gentle, at least never been so gentle with him, it was so different from the harsh voice he heard on the car. A thought pop out in his head, he smiled.
Kuroro got closer to Kurapika, he took his coat and draped it over both of them. His arms wrapped around Kurapika and he let the boy rest against him. Warmth seemed to radiate from Kuroro's body. It brought to Kurapika such a strange feeling of security. Slowly, he fell into a dreamless sleep in Kuroro's embrace...
The cold of the night still freezing everything. But in a cell under the ground of an old castle, there were two hearts burning with a nameless emotion that was new to both of them. Each one feeling the warmth from the other slowly melted the invisible ice around them and even the ice surrounding their souls. The most horrifying night hand turned into the most peaceful night for them and for them alone.
..............
"Argh! S-o c-o-l-d...!" A groan could be heard from the cell nearby...
Darkness still ruled everything else, but inside both of their hearts, dawn was coming.
To be continued...