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To Trap a Spider
By : VNex
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Chapter 2

The hot water of the shower served to ease the physical tension of his body, if only it could ease his troubled mind as well. He turned the cooling water off with a sigh and stepped out of the tub, careful to avoid any water accidentally pooled on the tiled floor.

With a heavy heart he looked at the two sets of clothes folded neatly on the counter as he dried off; as much as he longed to wear his old set of clothes, he had already made up his mind. He waited for what seemed to be an eternity before steeling his resolve and started dressing himself.

First came the undergarments; they were made of lightweight cotton and relatively comfortable, though the collar of the undershirt was wide and dipped below his collarbone and the sleeves stopped well before the shoulder joints. Then came the pants, a medium-weight wool blend to wear well as summer moved to autumn moved to winter. They were tailored and somehow allowed for full range of motion without the threat of tearing, though not as comfortably as his old pants. Next came the dress shirt, long sleeved and lightweight the cut was slightly baggy to, again, allow for full range of movement and buttoned tightly against his thin wrists.

He buttoned most of the dress shirt, leaving the top part open, before tucking it properly into his pants. Once the belt had been snaked through all of the loops and properly fastened, he used his towel to wipe the excess moisture from the mirror and grudgingly see the results.

Unwilling to view the overall effect just yet, he stared at his eyes, and the prominent bags under them. His eyes were a darker caramel color that day; still larger than average with the eyelashes closer to the outside points being naturally darker, helping to make them stand out. Cat eyes they had often been referred to after he left the confines of his village; before he left they had been more commonly referred to as fox eyes. More than once he had heard women titter behind his back, usually after he used ‘puppy dog eyes’ to get something extra, about how, had he born a girl, he would have grown up into a full-fledged vixen. He never could understood why they would say that, and still couldn’t. Reluctantly he put in his black colored contacts; he hated them and they irritated his eyes to no end, but if they could help guard his heritage even slightly then he would suffer through.

Kurapika’s eyes then drifted over to his exposed earrings and noted that they had changed color again. They seemed to cycle between various stages of a high quality diamond-like clear, sparkle included, to a translucent ruby to a red so deep they looked like solidified blood. Today it looked like they were caught in transition; like someone had let a thick drop of blood fall into a glass of pure spring water, froze it as the blood unfurled into ribbons and then turned it into an accessory. He never could find a cause or a pattern as to how or why they changed color. As far as he could tell, it wasn’t due to his emotional state, nor if his eyes had turned scarlet, nor was he able to match it up to any lunar or seasonal patterns.

With another sigh he combed his now dry hair in a way that could conceal them. As much as he would love to display them proudly, he had found early on that they attracted would-be thieves like roadkill attracted carrion. Roughly half of the times he had been accosted after leaving his village had been due to his earrings; though the vast majority of those turned into trying for something else as well.

Unable to prolong the inevitable any further he stepped back to assess his new look. He didn’t look bad; but it was completely wrong, so very, very wrong. No longer did a proud Kurta warrior look back at him, hell he didn’t even look like a body guard let alone the head bodyguard of a prominent mafia family. He wanted tear his suit off and hide behind the vestige of this lost clan; not because he was scared that he would turn into something else so much as he was afraid that he would forget who he was, where he came from and the culture that defined him. So long as he could remember, his clan’s ways could live just a little longer; if he forgets anything then that part of his culture would disappear completely.

No pressure, right.

He buttoned the rest of his dress shirt, including the high collar, hiding his almost non-existent Adam’s apple. With his lithe, willowy body he could still be mistaken for a flat-chested female wearing her boyfriend’s clothing. That part he did not mind so much, the more unimposing he looked the higher his initial advantage when forced to fight. And as much as his friends liked to give him shit about it, he had used his effeminate frame to his advantage on several occasions, though never while they were within sight or hearing.

Feeling like he had pissed enough time away he slipped his thin black tie under the edges of his collar and got ready to tie it. While it wasn’t as flashy as the ones Leorio preferred, it served its purpose. A sudden pounding on the bathroom door interrupted his thoughts.

“Oi, Kurapika!”

…speak of the devil…

“You’ve been in there a lot longer than normal, did you melt or something?”

Kurapika shook his head, wondering where Leorio found some of his ideas. Calmly he called out through the door as he went to open it, tie still undone and hanging loosely against his chest, “I am not made out of sugar, Leorio. I am in no danger of ‘melting’.”

He could hear Leorio laugh before replying, “Yeah, well if there was any possibility of you being made of sugar I am fairly certain Killua would have tried to gnaw off one of your limbs when he ran out of his treats.”

The door finally opened fully and soon he found Leorio’s face very, very close as he was studied. Eventually Leorio queried, “Who are you supposed to be?”

Kurapika felt his eye twitch in irritation and slammed the door shut, hard, in Leorio’s intruding face before he realized it. On the other side of the closed door he could hear Leorio make pained sounds while muttering, “Doesn’t look like him but that was definitely a Kurapika reaction.”

Irritation fully evident in his face, Kurapika flung the door open as quickly as he had shut it while trying to keep his voice at a moderate level, “What do you mean I don’t look like myself!”

Leorio’s eyes grew wide and his face paled having obviously forgotten, again, about Kurapika’s acute hearing. He stammered slightly before getting a hold of himself and replied with his ‘trademarked’ smarmy (or so he believed) tone, “I didn’t mean that you don’t look like yourself, it’s just a completely different look! You look more like a high class Host than a kid from the country, is all.”

Kurapika narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest, “…a Host…”

The doctor-in-training tried to not panic completely. The cold tone the Kurta used probably meant one of three things. A.) He had no idea what a Host was, II) He knew what a Host was and was not happy, 3) He had heard of what a Host was but wanted to confirm its definition in relation to how it was used. He opted for ‘Curtain Number 3’ and prayed he would survive any potential physical retaliation. “Yeah, you know, a Host; a handsome young man who gets paid to keep ladies company.”

The blonde’s eyes remained narrowed and cold, “…so you think I look like a man-whore…”

For some reason Leorio got the feeling that he was not only digging his own grave, but tying his own noose and stringing it to the gallows as he tried verbal backpedaling for damage control. “Hosts aren’t prostitutes, there is no sex involved…” he lowered his voice to a bare whisper and muttered the rest of that sentence out of the side of his mouth, “…usually.” He heard more than saw Kurapika’s fist clench and he ended up flailing his arms while he tried to find some metaphor that his friend wouldn’t know or take the wrong way. “Calling a Host a prostitute would be like calling… chartreuse green!”

Leorio nodded with a smile, confident that even his overly intelligent friend wouldn’t know such an obtuse and rarely referred to color.

“…chartreuse is green, Leorio…”

Shit.

Was there nothing Kurapika didn’t know? “Yes, but it’s more yellow than green!” Leorio nodded emphatically, sure that his logic was infallible this time.

Kurapika remained stationary for a moment, as if he was thinking through Leorio’s brilliant counterpoint. Finally he replied softly, “So, to be more specific, you think that I look like a ‘soft-core variant’ of a man-whore…”

Leorio figured that at that point he had approximately thirty seconds to derail the conversation before he was killed. Or at least be in a position where he wished he would be killed. “Remind me again as to why you decided to change styles? I know you mentioned something about it, but I don’t think it stuck.”

The Kurta’s anger seemed to dissipate immediately and he slid past Leorio to stand in front of the mirror in the bedroom while tugging on the ends of his tie. “Even though I do not plan to go after the Genei Ryodan, retrieving the eyes of my clan will still require me to follow similarly dark and twisted paths. I do not wish to stain the honor of my clan any further than I already have; what comes next will be on my hands only.”

With that Kurapika fiddled some more with the tie, not really attempting to tie it. Leorio moved behind the blond and wrapped his arms around him. Grasping the tie he murmured, “Here’s a trick my dad taught me.” He held the tie properly then slowly started to tie it, “The fox chases the rabbit around the tree and down the hole.” He then cinched up the tie to where it rested snugly against Kurapika’s throat without choking him then looked at his handy work in the mirror.

Kurapika also looked at what Leorio had done in the mirror and couldn’t help but chuckle softly as he pointed out, “It’s lop-sided.” Classic Leorio; perfectly imperfect in a carefree way.

Instead of getting flustered like normal though, Leorio pulled Kurapika back into a hug, arms folded around his narrow frame just below his shoulders. Kurapika found himself at an odd angle as his lower body hadn’t moved, but he knew that he was in no danger of falling; he raised his hands so they rested on Leorio’s forearms but made no sign of breaking the hold. His shoulders rested against Leorio’s chest and he could feel his gentle heartbeat, as well as the defined muscles of his upper torso, through the thin fabric of their dress shirts but he was still soft. And warm. And comforting… Safe. Another example of classic Leorio; at least when he wasn’t being a perverted, womanizing dick.

Time slowed for the duo, for them it seemed like they spent hours enjoying the quiet solace against each other. In truth only a few heartbeats passed before Leorio broke the stillness. “You know, one of the first things that even novice doctors learn is that deep wounds, when not healed or treated properly, become infected and fester.”

The smaller Hunter just gave an affirmative sound from the back of his throat. While Leorio looked straight at their reflection Kurapika found he was unable to do the same, choosing instead to keep his gaze unfocused and near the bottom corner of the mirror.

“And when that happens,” Leorio kept murmuring into the crown of gold hair, “the wound needs to be reopened and all infection needs to be lanced and drained.” His voice got a bit firmer, just enough to stress his words as serious, “All infection, not just bits and pieces. And that goes for all types of wounds, not just the physical ones.

“While I could be wrong, I am fairly certain you opened up one hell of a deep emotional wound recently. Even though I have yet to take the Hippocratic Oath and become an official doctor, it would be negligent of me if I didn’t make sure as much of the infection as possible was cleaned out. With that being the case, I want to ask a few questions, and I would appreciate some form of answer. It could just be a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ if that is more comfortable; you don’t have to go into detail if you don’t want to.”

“And if I lie?”

Leorio shook his head, “You won’t. You may have prepared yourself to do whatever it takes to get those eyes back, but I believe that deep down you still want to hold on to your code of honor. Even at the start of the Hunter Exam you flat out said that lying served no real purpose and would prefer to stay silent than do something that detestable. So I believe that you would prefer to stay quiet instead of lying, especially to a friend.”

Kurapika looked up at Leorio’s reflection for a moment, startled. “You actually listened to me? I could have sworn you spent most of the boat ride complaining about how I was not calling you ‘MR.’ Leorio.”

Leorio just gave a small chuckle and tightened his bear hug on the blond slightly. “Nice try, but you’re not going to distract me into banter this time. I do remember that your ride to the airport will be here all too soon.

“I’ll start out just reaffirming some things. I would like you to answer me, but the important thing is that you can answer yourself.

“You do not have any intention of pursuing any member of the Genei Ryodan, correct?”

“Yes.”

“If you happen to meet a member of the Genei Ryodan on the street you do not plan to attack, either then or later; correct?”

“Yes.”

“You do not have any plans that will intentionally shorten your lifespan, correct?”

Kurapika was silent for a moment and when he replied his voice had grown soft. “If you are asking if I am planning to commit suicide, I am not. I am the only one who can, and should, retrieve the eyes of my clan. I do not have any idea how long it will take me, nor do I know what will happen afterwards. I do know that committing suicide, or jumping into unnecessary reckless actions is counterproductive to my goal.

“My prior recklessness was because I was focused on trying to destroy the Spider… before I realized how futile such attempts were.”

Leorio said nothing in response but gave a comforting squeeze before continuing. “Is there a reason why you do not want to rely on the strengths of your friends while you do this?”

Another pause, this one longer than the first, “I am done losing the people I care about. I truly had not meant to create attachments with anyone; but somehow I stumbled upon a group of individuals who had no problems involving themselves in my life, unasked, when I refused to reach out on my own. None of your lives should be suspect or forfeit just because of who or what I am.

“I can understand your desire to help by standing beside me as I walk this crooked path that lies ahead; but I hope you can understand that I do not want any of you there. It is not because I do not trust your strength; it is because it gives me another reason to make sure I come back.”

Leorio found himself taken back; it was not a response he had thought of. “I think I can understand that. Instead of staying by your side, we’ll make sure to light your way whenever you feel lost… and make sure you have a home to return to.”

Kurapika didn’t say anything, but Leorio saw the small smile reflecting in the mirror and knew it had been the right decision. With another squeeze of a comforting bear hug, he continued. “Back during the Hunter Exam you mentioned that you were worried that your anger against the Genei Ryodan would fade, correct?”

He could feel Kurapika stiffen slightly against him, “Yes.”

“Is that because you believe or suspect that there is a person, or group of people, who are ultimately more responsible for the massacre of your clan?”

There was a pregnant pause and Kurapika averted his gaze once more. When he answered, “…yes…” it was so quiet that Leorio could barely hear it.

With a frown Leorio pushed forward. In truth he hadn’t expected that answer either, but he had every intention of making Kurapika loosen his hold on as many negative feelings about his past as possible. It wasn’t a foolproof plan and held the possibility of causing more harm than good; but if there was any chance of helping then he was going to try. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, after all.

“Who.”

For several moments the silence was deafening. From the myriad of anguished emotions crossing the blonde’s face Leorio figured he had found a rather large ‘emotional puss pocket’ that was in dire need of lancing. He waited patiently for almost a minute, which felt like an eternity when stretched out in silence as his friend suffered. He hugged Kurapika tightly against him until he sagged heavily against his chest.

He opened his mouth to ask another question when the blond finally answered in a whisper, “…myself…”

Leorio had heard plenty of surprising revelations that night but that one took the cake. Though in a crazy sort of way it made sense; why else would he be so hell-bent on revenge if not to correct whatever mistakes he believed he made. But still…“How could you possibly think that? You were TWELVE!”

“How could I not?!” Kurapika’s voice was edged with hysteria; while it had risen in volume it was still barely more than a whisper. “Because of me and my stupid mistakes everyone, EVERYONE from my childhood now lies rotting under a pile of dirt. I should have died that day, but I didn’t… everyone else did. Something got thrown out of balance and what in the hell is one life worth compared to an entire village, an entire culture!

“And don’t tell me I can ‘get busy’ and make a new village. The damned, stupid eyes are the base of it and it’s due to a rare genetic marker found only in purebloods. Why do you think there are only 36 pairs of eyes on the market when there were 128 killed? It would take at least three successive generations, all from inbreeding, in order to have even a possibility to create true purebloods. And inbreeding is never a good answer.

“I’m the last one, Leorio. When I die the only proof we ever existed are the eyes that were stolen. The people who own them don’t care that they once belonged to someone who should be alive. They don’t give a shit that they were removed while being forced to watch everyone they love be tortured just to get them to be the right shade of red. Just to get the highest price on the black market. To them they’re nothing more an object, a frivolous way to flaunt their wealth. Those assholes don’t deserve to own such things and my clansmen sure as hell deserve better!”

“…all because of me and my stupid, stupid mistakes…”

Despite being in the safety of his friend’s arms so many years after the fact, he felt like he was twelve again and completely helpless. In his mind’s eye he was no longer in a cheap apartment room but was instead standing in the remains of his village, the corpses of his kin and their hollow eye sockets accusing him of his sins, blaming him for the horrible way they died and knowing they are right. With that Kurapika covered his eyes with the heels of his palms… and silently broke down.

Leorio’s heart ached fiercely at his friend’s suffering. He forcibly turned Kurapika around and literally gave the blonde his shoulder to cry on… or at least tried to. He ended up giving Kurapika his chest to cry on thanks to the height difference. He was amazed at how quiet the blond was as he alternated between stroking his hair and rubbing his back as comfortingly as he could. The only reason he knew that Kurapika was crying at all was because his body was trembling but mostly because his shirt was getting wet.

It was right about then that Leorio realized that the last time Kurapika had been comforted in such a manner would most likely have been done by one of his parents; before the genocide. A part of him wondered if the young Hunter in his arms had ever been able to fully grieve the catastrophic loss; and he too wanted to break down and cry. The only thing that kept him from doing so was the desire to be strong for Kurapika; he could break down later.

Eventually Kurapika’s body stopped shaking and his breathing evened out, Leorio continued to hold their upper bodies close and focused on rubbing small circles along the blonde’s spine. “I know this has to be hard for you, but I want you to keep going. You’re not alone anymore, Kurapika; and you’re going to shatter or die inside if you continue to keep everything bottled up.

He got no response but then again, he wasn’t really expecting one. “First of all, I want you to know something. Yes, Gon helped both of us see our potential to pass the Hunter Exam; but more than him, you helped me pass.

“And then there was the shipmate who went overboard after leaving Whale Island. Had you and I not gotten into our little spat I doubt I would have been in any position to catch Gon when he dove after. Even if I had, I couldn’t have held onto them long enough for them to be hauled up. I’m strong but not that strong, especially in that massive storm.

“Then there was Hisoka’s ambush in the swamp during the second half of the first part. If you hadn’t gotten in front of me and deflected his cards I would have died for sure. I had no idea anything was even coming to know to dodge, let alone dodge accurately.

“Let’s not forget what happened in the cave with the snakes.” He felt Kurapika tense and was fairly certain it was in order to deny any responsibility of getting out of the cave. “Before you say anything, I talked to Gon about it while en route to the final stage. He told me that he hadn’t even considered Bourbon having the antidote on him until you started to go take it yourself. He knew that you wouldn’t do something like that, knowing what the outcome would be, unless you were positive that it was on his corpse.

“Gon also remembered something his Aunt Mito had once told him, that too much medicine is sometimes worse than none. He didn’t trust himself to give the right amount of antidote, but he had complete faith that you did. That is why he stopped you from retrieving it.

“We got out of that cave thanks to Gon’s inhuman ability to hold his breath for so long. But I am alive because you were there.

Even though he couldn’t see Kurapika’s facial expression and the blond had not moved in any way during his monologue, he knew that he was analyzing and digesting everything that had been said. And he wasn’t done yet. “You may not know it, but it was because of your influence that I passed the entrance exam to medical school.”

He felt Kurapika’s body stiffen against him again in confusion. “It’s true. The Hunter’s License just waves the tuition; I still have to pass everything on my own. Even though we haven’t seen each other since we got Killua back, every time I was about to give up at the hopelessness of knowing enough to get into med school I could hear your voice in my head. Yelling at me, chastising me or giving me straight up encouragement in your own way until I got off my ass and started studying again. While I didn’t get a perfect entrance score, I got better than average… without cheating. And it was all because I met you.

“I, for one, am very glad that you are both alive and my friend; and I’m fairly certain Gon, Killua and Senritsu feel similarly. So please stop feeling like the world would be better if you had died back then.”

Leorio fell silent again and contented himself with holding his friend for a bit longer. Kurapika eventually turned his head and rested it just under Leorio’s collarbone; at which point the doctor-in-training started question his choice of deodorant for the day… or rather, if he remembered to apply it. He then fidgeted a bit more until his side was leaning against Leorio for support; not as an act of intimacy so much as the emotional toll was fatiguing.

Leorio tightened his embrace slightly and started to speak again, using a tone much like that of a parent comforting a child. Not that he had any disillusion about Kurapika being considered a child, but in his current state of vulnerability using anything that could be considered forceful, strong or pushy would just serve to set the progress they’ve made back a few steps. “I can understand if you don’t want to continue this conversation, but if we stop here we may as well not have even started. I’m not doing this to be pushy, or pry into your personal history. I’m doing this because I care about you, and I’m worried about you.”

Kurapika didn’t say anything but did give a half-hearted acknowledgement in acquiescence to Leorio’s pseudo-request. Logically what Leorio was asking of him made perfect sense and was the correct course of action; but it was harder than it sounded. Even though he was prepared when Leorio asked, “What is the main, or at least one of the main reasons you believe that you are responsible?” it took him some time to convince the lump in his constricted throat to go away.

“The timing; we had lived segregated from society for well over a hundred years, a few weeks after I fucked up and lost my temper in a populated area everybody died. There is no way that could just be a coincidence. Had Pairo not…” Kurapika shook his head slightly; it sounded like he was blaming his dear friend and that was something he could never do, so he tried again. “Had things gone differently I wouldn’t have been in that town to lose my temper.”

Leorio frowned as he thought it over. It did seem logically plausible, but he refused to accept that answer. “Okay, but what about that klutzy Hunter in training woman you mentioned. Sheila, wasn’t it?”

“Another thing that could have been avoided had I just died. Pairo never left the outskirts of the village unless I had convinced him otherwise, even before the accident. Had we not found her she would have either died from exposure or one of the hunters.”

Leorio’s frown deepened hearing how cold Kurapika was about the life of someone he had shown a semblance of respect for. “I meant, how did she find your territory? If someone as seemingly unprepared as her could find it, how hard would it be for A-class bounties on a mission?

“And what about the elder’s ability to contact those thugs he paid to make you fail? Cell phones have the ability to be easily tracked if you know what you’re doing. And how hard is it to single out a signal in the middle of a forest?”

Kurapika was stunned; partly because Leorio had presented a well thought out and logical counterargument and partly because it was a valid point. He had spent so much of the past few years too close to the pain to be able to acknowledge any other possibilities.

Thanks to Leorio’s meddling he was forced to take a step back and view things in a disassociated light. While it’s true that the timing of his exit test was too perfect to be irrelevant, the Genei Ryodan would have already had to have things in motions before then. If what he gathered over the past week or so was accurate, then the Spider head would have already had a general location before gathering his subordinates for the genocide.

The Lusko Province is large and heavily wooded and could take several days of hiking to get from the edge of the forest to the actual village if you didn’t have a quick and sturdy mount. It would take longer if you didn’t know the way or how to spot the markers for the trails; not to mention the various layers of wards and barriers to keep the village hidden. And, Uvo had mentioned that the village had been a pain in the ass to find, once he had the visual reminder of Kurapika’s own Scarlet Eyes. Then he would have to add the travel time for the members to regroup.

If he dissected what Hisoka had mentioned during their pseudo-alliance correctly, then the group only met as a whole every couple of years or so, seemingly at the whim of their leader. When not brought together for a common goal they went their separate ways and did whatever they wanted across the globe. Theoretically it would take about a month for the summons to go out and everyone to get to the destination; maybe less if he was in a rush but the Spider head seemed to be a patient man.

If he looked at it from that standpoint, then the genocide machinations were already turning by the time he went Outside for the first time. That also meant that him being alive was, basically, an accident. Either that or some higher power had a plan for him that did not include being killed just yet. Kurapika couldn’t decide if that particular possibility was a good thing or not as he hadn’t been old enough to be fully indoctrinated in the religious studies of his Clan.

This new viewpoint helped to alleviate his guilty conscience a bit. While he still felt the guilt of being alive while everyone else from his village was not, it was not as unbearably oppressive as it had been; nor did it threaten to devour his very soul.

Leorio watched as Kurapika’s eyes widen in surprise then close with a slight furrow in his brow; an indicator that the blond was deep in thought. He had a feeling that had his weight not been resting against his body, Kurapika would most likely have folded his arms as well; he tended to close himself off from external stimuli when he needed concentration.

A harsh squawking sound broke the silence, startling the pair. With a soft sigh Kurapika righted himself and made his way over to the intercom to answer the summons, muttering “I guess this is it,” as he went. Within a few moments Kurapika had confirmed that his transportation had arrived and had assured the driver that he would be down shortly.

He then busied himself with making sure that everything he was taking with him had been collected and packed away in his new, more urban, leather duffle bag. As he packed he looked over to where Leorio was standing and gave a small smile.

“It was good seeing you and the kids again. With my field-promotion sticking, unfortunately, my schedule is going to be quite tight in the coming days. While I would love to be able to make plans to see everyone in the near future, I cannot give any sort of a timeline for when I will be available next.” A frown crossed his face as he added, “I do not even know how often I will be able to answer personal calls.”

Kurapika draped his duffel bag over his shoulder then slipped into his new dress shoes and the coat of his suit. As he opened the door he turned towards his silent friend once more, “Thank you, Leorio. For everything.”

He stepped out into the hallway and as the door was closing behind him he added, “You’re going to be a great doctor, Leorio. I have complete faith in that.”

As the door shut Leorio listened to Kurapika’s soft tread recede as he left. Neither one had said goodbye, that word was too final. They left the unspoken sentiment hang in the air between them and hoped that their paths crossed more often in the future.

His eyes then drifted towards the familiar duffel bag that the blond had left in his care. The bag which seemed to be able to hold more than it should now held all physical affects Kurapika had acquired and kept for the past five years. He had entrusted Leorio with his possessions since his future could feasibly require him to abandon everything at a moment’s notice; it would be easier to reclaim them at a later time if they were left with a friend than at a prior employer’s house.

He had no idea if, let alone when, the Kurta would be able to come see him for a visit. A part of him wondered if Kurapika would ever have a life stable enough to find somewhere to place roots and call home. From the way it sounded, they might not be able to see each other in a few months like this time; at least not without stalking the Nostrade mafia family and hoping for the best.

But mafia families keep to their own circles of communication. Not even Hunters have full access to the happenings within the mafia community so just ‘happening’ to be in the area is going to be more luck than anything. And then there was med school. He finally got accepted and like hell he was going to go through that application nightmare a second time!

Leorio then looked straight down, to the tent in his pants thanks to the massive boner he had popped when trying to be all suave and help with tying Kurapika’s tie. Not all of the pauses during their talk had been for dramatic purposes, or even to give Kurapika time to think; it was more to regain his self-control and keep from grabbing the Kurta by his hips and humping his man-meat between the firm globes of his ass like a rutting animal. He was pretty sure that such an act could only end in pain for him; and he much preferred all of his body parts attached and in the correct location, thank you very much.

There was just something about the blond that made Leorio want to bend him over and establish sexual dominance. It even got to the point during their time apart that he had even questioned his sexual orientation. But he was still very much attracted to buxom women who had enough meat on top as well as on bottom for grabbable handfuls of fleshy goodness. And, as a whole, men still did not turn him on; even effeminate guys with the same body type as Kurapika.

It was sometime around the end of his sexual orientation experiment that he realized something significant. Kurapika was the exception because, somehow, during their short time together he had fallen hard for the blond. Despite their volatile, bi-polar relationship, he was completely in love, and lust, with Kurapika.

But over the past week as he watched Kurapika barrel headfirst down a self-destructive path, and as he finally learned more about his past and the overwhelming burden he shouldered, he was faced with an ugly reality. He wasn’t the one who could make Kurapika happy.

Oh, he could dream that one day he’d answer the door to find Kurapika there with a shy smile having buried enough of his demons in order to live his own life, and wanting to live it with him. But his chances at such a future were slimmer than him getting a perfect grade point for his entire med school career.

The best he could hope for is to be a constant in the Kurta’s life; a proverbial eye in the hurricane of his life. And, if he was lucky, he would be able to find someone he could love as much as he loved the blond. He was man enough to admit exactly how much he loved Kurapika, even if it was only to himself.

He loved him enough to let him go.
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To Trap a Spider	By : VNex Category: +G to L > Hunter x Hunter Views: 4000 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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To Trap a Spider