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To Trap a Spider
By : VNex
Category: +G to L > Hunter x Hunter
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Interlude

It didn’t take Leorio long to pick up the small apartment to make it suitable for guests; Gon and Killua were stopping by before going to the Greed Island try-outs. He moved Kurapika’s bag to a semi-conspicuous place in the living area, next to a table that was against a wall and had a single framed photo adorning it. He looked at the silver frame with a small grin, he was pretty sure the absent blond wouldn’t mind. He had found the photo while exploring the contents of Kurapika’s bag, and from the note that was just underneath it, apparently Kurapika had expected him to do something along that line.

While nothing about the apartment was grand, Leorio had been able to rent it cheap for just a month and it came sparsely furnished. He had found and rented it for the month of September before meeting with the kids; he had hoped to invite a certain blonde over for some quiet bonding time. Okay, so he had hoped to get Kurapika in his bed; he just never thought he would be partially successful due to a severe burn-out that damn near killed his love interest.

A series of violent knocks threatened to bust his door down right before the knob turned. The door opened to show two boys as visibly opposite as could be. “Oi, old man. You went senile again and forgot to lock your door. Even for a professional Hunter that’s not a smart move in a neighborhood like this.”

Leorio made a face as immature as the two, “I left it open since I knew you were coming and didn’t want to pay for a new door. I know how destructive you two can get.”

Gon just gave a sheepish smile and an apologetic laugh as the kids let themselves into Leorio’s apartment. Warm brown eyes lit up in excited anticipation as they fell upon the familiar bag belonging to the absent teen. “Kurapika’s still here!” came the hopeful cry as Gon’s footsteps sped up to find their other friend.

Leorio gave a sad smile and gently broke the news, “Sorry, Gon. Kurapika had to leave late last night in order to keep his position.” Even though Gon kept smiling, it didn’t quite reach his eyes like it had a few heartbeats earlier. “He did, however, want me to pass along that he was glad he was able to spend what time he could with everyone and that he hoped to be able to do it again in the future even though he couldn’t give a timeframe for when he’d be free. He also felt like he should apologize again for getting everyone mixed up in the Genei Ryodan mess; even though technically we involved ourselves without his knowledge or consent.”

Killua clasped his hands behind his head as he wandered aimlessly through the living area; he knew Gon had really been looking forward to seeing Kurapika one last time, though the chance that he was still around had been slim to none. Even he would have liked to hang out with their ‘den mother’ of the odd little family they made at least once more.

Seeing the cover of the Kurta’s bag slightly skewed, Killua couldn’t help but grin like the cat that got the cream. “Hey, old man, Kurapika used a cab to the airport right?” Without even waiting for an answer his grin deepened, full of mischief. “Did you even wait until he was out of the building before you turned into a ‘Panty Raider’ with the things he left with you?”

Leorio got flustered immediately, proving Killua’s theory. Leorio automatically retorted with “I’ll have you know that Kurapika doesn’t wear panties!” While Killua had meant panties to be inclusive of all underwear types, Leorio could only attribute panties to the skimpy pieces of lace that lingerie supermodels sported. Both males were struck with the mental image of the blond wearing nothing but the other’s comments on the Kurta’s supposed underwear choice; though Leorio’s brain also included Kurapika giving him a teasing, coquettish pose to go with the bit of black lace that barely left anything to the imagination.

Gon was oblivious to the ensuing ruckus behind him as he stared intently at the sepia-toned picture in the simple frame. Even though the three figures in the picture seemed like a close-knit family and could pass for an example of the epitome of carefree happiness, Gon couldn’t help but feel a bit sad. “Ehm, Leorio? This is Kurapika and his family, isn’t it?”

The question made Killua blink and cease his pestering of their gangly friend to see what Gon was talking about. He tuned out Leorio telling Gon that Kurapika had asked him to take special care of it and that it had been taken just a month or so before the genocide while he tried to figure out what dampened Gon’s spirits.

The photo itself didn’t scream anything out of the ordinary to Killua so he decided to dissect the scene with an Assassin’s eye. After all, the details tell the true story; or so his dad kept telling him.

On the left side of the photo was a man who appeared to be slightly taller than average with broad shoulders that were almost imperceptively hunched and sloped which made Killua feel safe to assume that he was more of a scholar than a warrior. Even though the man didn’t share many physical facial features with their friend, he wore an amused grin that Kurapika often had when he was trying to not actively encourage their antics.

On the right was a woman of small stature, both in height and weight, barely reaching the man’s shoulders. Her shoulders were squared and proud, both her eyes and smile were wide and full of energy and mischief. She gave off the vibe of a fighter, even if it wasn’t her ‘assigned role’ in the clan; one who would fight tooth and nail to protect the ones she loved and defend what she believed in. Not just any type of fighter either, but a spunky, high-energy firebrand; the kind most likely to be a problematic opponent. Kurapika was definitely his mother’s child.

He had just started to study the pint-sized version of Kurapika when Gon quietly asked, “Do you think he’ll ever be able to smile like that again?” Killua found that he too wondered the same thing. Sure they’ve seen Kurapika smile and laugh, but it had always been guarded and muted; almost like he unconsciously felt guilty for being happy.

The child version of the blond looked very much like his mother as she held him over her shoulder; even their mischievous expressions were all but identical, like they had just pulled the mother of all pranks. If that Kurapika had been able to step out of the picture frame and into the living area, Killua didn’t doubt that the blond would not only keep up with Gon and himself but probably run them ragged. He somehow had a secure grasp on a very thick book in his small right hand; Killua couldn’t help but imagine that the subject was advanced physics or something equally involved. Becoming a walking encyclopedia doesn’t happen overnight, after all.

He then noticed a slight oddity in the photo. Looking closer he could make out that a couple of smaller butterflies had decided to use mini-Kurapika’s head as a resting place, acting like unintentional hair ornaments. Killua barely repressed an amused snort; even nature thought he looked more like a girl than a boy.

Leorio was speaking again, assuring Gon that while nothing is certain, they would all do their best to make it happen and that what happened after he woke up from his collapse was a step in the right direction. Gon seemed to accept the answer and Killua knew that he had resolved to help see Kurapika truly happy no matter what. He didn’t want to spoil his determination by pointing out that there was no guarantee that any of them would ever see the blond again. Not with his position as a head bodyguard for a mafia family, nor with his goal of retrieving the eyes of his dead clan at any cost. Not to mention he was habitually way too serious and a chronic workaholic.

Gon could tell that Killua was doubtful of what Leorio had said, but was glad that he kept it to himself. He had to believe that they would be able to see Kurapika free from his burdens and truly happy; to doubt is to deny the outcome. At least that’s what his Aunt Mito and great-grandmother had raised him to believe anyway.

There was something bothering him about the photo. When it finally clicked in his head he looked over at Leorio and asked, “Doesn’t the outfit that Kurapika’s mom is wearing look like what he was wearing while in Yorknew?”

Leorio’s eyes opened wide in shock at Gon’s innocent observation. While he had noticed that the clothes Kurapika had managed to stow in his bag had a worn quality to them, he hadn’t even considered the possibility that the clothes had come from the Kurta’s village. Especially since Kurapika had off-handedly admitted that he hadn’t been back since he got done burying his village.

A part of him was impressed at the blonde’s foresight and ability to predict his growth spurts, as well as his resourcefulness. Another part of him tried to ignore the fact that, even if it wasn’t intentional, Kurapika had basically been walking around as a Trap. A small voice tried to reason that since only one person knew the specifics of the tribal-wear, it was possible that such an outfit was not actually gender specific. But there was another, more treacherous part of him that wondered why Kurapika wouldn’t wear other types of female outfits; like a French maid, or a naughty nurse. He had already posed as a sexy receptionist, even if it was just a disguise in order to capture the elusive leader of the Genei Ryodan.

He shook his head, trying to clear the scandalous imagery out of his mind. They were not thoughts that he should be entertaining while in the presence of minors. Especially since one of them could probably pick his dirty imagination apart and tease him until he died of embarrassment.

Leorio found himself blabbering something about going out for ice cream while trying to usher the kids out of the temporary apartment. From the Cheshire grin Killua was giving him, he was pretty sure the pint-sized assassin had figured out exactly what he was trying to hide. And he was ready to rub it in whenever possible.

Damn him.
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To Trap a Spider	By : VNex Category: +G to L > Hunter x Hunter Views: 4000 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Hunter x Hunter and do not profit from this.

To Trap a Spider