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To Trap a Spider
By : VNex
Category: +G to L > Hunter x Hunter
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Disclaimer: I do not own Hunter x Hunter and do not profit from this.
Chapter List
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Interlude

It had been almost two days since their lives had been interrupted by the unexpected intruder and things felt like they were en route for a serious train wreck. Senritsu leaned back in the oversized armchair that had been moved closer to the bed as she settled in for her nightly vigil over the still Kurapika and mused over that had happened.

Linssen’s fear about the Underworld apothecary trying to run off with the vial of antidote would have come true had it not been for the three Nen-using bodyguards planted squarely in front of the exit in such a way that let the doctor know his life would be forfeit if he left. Mr. Nostrade had watched the non-verbal display quietly and seemed to be impressed with the loyalty his new, if inexperienced, head guard already commanded from his subordinates.

Eventually the Underworld doctor gave the news that thanks to the pneumonia that Kurapika had recently contracted he would be unable to administer the antidote until that was purged. That, of course, meant that Kurapika had to be kept in a medically forced state of coma and that would most likely slow his body’s ability to get rid of the illness.

When Mr. Nostrade asked how Kurapika had managed to catch pneumonia it was Eliza, whom had slipped in the room to let Mr. Nostrade know that Neon was ‘requesting’ his presence, who mentioned that “It must have happened during the festival after Kurapika lent Miss Neon his jacket once we realized that the shawl she had decided to wear was not going to keep the weather out.” She somehow managed to present a perfectly tactful and diplomatic reason that did not directly spew out how much of a self-absorbed and bratty bitch Neon was. The act also managed to come out as something chivalrous done willingly and not just to prevent a large scale hissy fit or other disaster in a public debacle.

The upside that the apothecary had, after realizing he would have to administer the treatment, was that whatever remained of the antidote would pay for his discretion as well as all of the expenses that Kurapika’s treatment would incur. Including the IVs, sedatives and anything else a comatose patient required. It was a small miracle that everything had been set up without turning the room into a jumble of wires and machines.

The doctor had left earlier that afternoon with a mixture of news; starting with that the pneumonia had all but worked itself completely out of Kurapika’s system. That meant that tomorrow morning they would be able to start introducing the antidote into his system. Then the apothecary threw a curveball; it would have to be done in very small intervals, several times a day.

The antidote, apparently, was just as bad as the Doll Maker serum. Too little antidote and there was a possibility of losing fine motor control along with random, uncontrollable, muscle spasms. Too much depended on the severity of the excess. From similar effects like the loss of fine motor controls, to the inability to have joints reliably function or respond, to becoming a para or quadriplegic, to even having muscles, organs and/or bones liquefy.

That wasn’t even all; the sedatives he was being kept on distort the true effectiveness of the antidote, making it all but impossible to accurately judge the dose if he were to remain unconscious. Of course, that translated into the fact that once the antidote started to show a positive response he would have to remain awake and cognitive of his situation and be responsive, or at least as responsive as possible, during each dose administration.

Depending on how well his body handled the treatments it could take anywhere from several days to several months for Kurapika to recover. Mr. Nostrade had taken the news stoically but seemed to be a bit perturbed; he did not really want to find another new head guard when he no longer knew the guards. He had accepted Kurapika’s field promotion not only because of his ability to calmly and rationally handle any situation he had been thrown into, but because the only bodyguard who had given any hesitation to his appointment as leader was Kurapika himself. A rare show of humility that would help keep him from being blinded by arrogance; at least that was the supposition he was going to go with.

At least for the time being, Mr. Nostrade decided to leave the position of head guard to Kurapika despite being incapacitated; if for no other reason than the fact that all of the guards who had worked directly, and even some that had worked semi-indirectly, with the teen seemed willing to continue to take his orders. The fact that Kurapika had been willing to accept the position without a pay increase also helped in his decision.

As Senritsu pondered over the fate of her friend the door to his room was flung open unceremoniously to reveal their young charge. Neon’s hair was down and unkempt, like she had just woken up or at least given up on sleeping, and she was wearing a sheer silk slip of a nightgown that barely went past her hips who’s bubblegum pink color was just a half-step up from being see-through.

She let herself into the room and stalked towards the bed but hesitated slightly once she finally noticed the small shape of Senritsu. Neon then let out a soft hmph of disgust and moved to the side of the bed until she was looking at Kurapika’s face. Long fingernails painted a bright teal to match her hair baubles that day traced the contour of his cheeks and jawbone almost thoughtfully.

“It’s not fair,” she murmured. “He’s prettier than I am, isn’t he. When he first joined I thought he was a girl, even when he came back wearing ‘normal’ clothes it was hard to see him as a guy.”

Senritsu did not respond or make any sort of movement; partly because the statement felt rhetorical, partly because there was no tactful way to reply to such a comment if it wasn’t, but mostly because of Neon’s heartbeat. It was the same heartbeat she got when she decided she wanted something and she was going to get it come hell or high water and nothing would stop her. Considering that Neon had gone to an incapacitated man’s room wearing basically nothing and had not expected anyone else to be in said room… the implication made her sick to her stomach.

Neon then turned and leaned against the bed, not bothering to look at the woman who was holding a quiet vigil. “He always seems so cold and indifferent, and he always deflects any attempts of flirting… I can’t tell if he’s just not interested in me or if he swings the other way. And it’s not like I see him looking, let alone leering, at anyone of either gender so I can’t tell his preference that way.”

Senritsu remained silent and still; even if she had known Kurapika’s preference, or lack of, she did not feel that it was any of Neon’s business. She also had never seen him look at others except to assess their potential for good or ill. The only exceptions had been for the three who befriended him during the Hunter exam and they were all given purely familial affection. Though if she were to guess the sacrifices he made over his formative years to stay on task with his goals to avenge his clan and reclaim their eyes, repressing certain feelings that come out during puberty would probably be on the list; especially when he had tried so hard to keep from gaining any form of attachment. Whoever finds where he buried his baser instincts could very well drown if they open the floodgates carelessly.

Though that was not entirely accurate, either. There was one heartbeat that she had heard that had the potential for creating a symphonic masterpiece that most composers can only dream about producing. The first time she had heard it she claimed it was a horrible thing to hear, painful even, and it had not been a lie; not exactly. If she did not know the circumstances then the overall symphony between their two heartbeats was pure enchantment, dark and light sensually caressing the other, accenting each other’s melody with a teasing sense of mystery and mischief. What was painful was that the heartbeat that held such a countermelody to Kurapika’s own belonged to him; the one that caused so much pain and loss in his life.

Environments and situations can imprint themselves directly into a person’s heart rhythm; this was why, when Kurapika was calm, especially if he happened to also be in nature, his heartbeat sounded like the rhythm of the forest. Even when his heart was filled with anger and worry over the Genei Ryodan capturing his friends his heart sounded more like a fox mother protecting her young kits from a predator. With so many years devoted to hunting down the ones who caused the genocide of his people, Senritsu wondered just how much of his inner melody had been influenced by his rhythm before they ever met. After all, to paraphrase one of the greater philosophers and psychologists of the prior generation: when one stares into the abyss, the abyss stares right back, take care that you do not become the monster hidden in its depths.

Next to one another their heart rhythms had called out to each other in an exotic dance of melody and counter melody. Both vying for dominance yet playfully submissive at times, the harmonies created from where their melodies overlapped could stir the emotions of the even the most apathetic person. And that was without Kurapika’s heartbeat being in its natural state.

The first time their rhythms had interacted Kurapika’s heart was in complete chaos. The other’s heart was joyful in its half-dead state; until the cacophonic dissonance the emotional distress Kurapika was trying to sort through resolved into pure rage. When Kurapika’s rage fell apart, back into the myriad of emotions, the other’s heart had changed slightly. A part of the other’s heartbeat had actually followed Kurapika’s, as if it was curious; almost like a predatory animal that had caught the scent of something tasty but was not quite sure if it was interested enough to pursue.

The second time they met Kurapika’s heart was in a state of helpless terror; Senritsu doubted that he knew, or even suspected, that their intruder was the former leader of the Genei Ryodan. The other’s heart had changed; while it still walked joyfully with death as a companion, it was no longer half-dead. Instead it had taken the quality of a predatory hunter stalking a rare prey, fully intent on both enjoying the hunt and consuming the morsel. It had also taken a possessive quality, though, in retrospect, possessive seemed like an understatement.

“I’ve been sooo frustrated lately,” Neon broke the silence again, though in truth it had probably been only a few moments since Senritsu had lost herself in contemplation. To her credit, she did not start visibly despite having somehow forgotten about Neon’s presence.

“Not only have I been unable to use my Lovely Ghost Writer since… the incident, I’ve had a complete dry spell since that guy got replaced.” The youth sighed wistfully, “If only I hadn’t been so startled at seeing a man cry openly, I would have ‘thanked’ that Lucifer guy by letting him stuff whatever hole he wanted until he was shooting blanks.”

Senritsu finally broke her silence, “Lucifer?” It was the first time Neon had been willing to share anything about what happened to her during the Underground Auction and while Senritsu was not the most happy about the topic choice, they might finally learn the name of the former leader of the Genei Ryodan if their suspicions were correct.

Neon nodded dreamily, her hands moved to caress her breasts sensually through her nighty while she answered, “Kuroro Lucifer. The incredibly hawt guy who helped me get inside the Cemetery Building for the auction. He bought me drinks because we got into the auction so early and while we were in the restaurant I did a fortunetelling for him.

“He seemed genuinely interested in my skill and asked a lot of questions. And then when he was reading his fortune for this month he started to quietly weep and didn’t try to hide it. Apparently it said something that referred to death and he mentioned that he had a friend that just died.

“I had already planned on excusing myself to the restroom after the fortunetelling to take off my panties so I could slip them to him as an unspoken invitation; but I ended up just slapping some cold water on my face because his reaction was so unexpected. And hawt, I had no idea that seeing such a manly guy cry could be such a turn on.”

Neon pouted wistfully as she continued her unwelcome monologue, “We left the restaurant so soon after I got back that I didn’t even have another opportunity to try and seduce him there. It was shortly after that when I collapsed. I totally blew my chance at getting it on with one of the hottest men I have ever laid eyes on.”

“Miss Neon,” Senritsu interrupted gently hoping to both shut her up and get some useful information. “This Kuroro Lucifer, can you describe him? I mean was he tall, what was his hair or eye color; did he have any distinguishable traits like a tattoo or unusual jewelry?”

Neon tilted her head in a gesture that looked like she was lost in thought but Senritsu could tell that she was really debating on her intentions for asking such a question. After a few moments she shrugged to herself and stretched her arms in front of her, staring at her outspread fingers with their perfect manicure. “Well, he was tall and built, though his suit concealed that fact unless you got close; he had black hair and eyes so dark they drew you in like they were going to devour you. Umm, his head was bandaged so I guess he was involved in an accident recently.” She pressed her lower lip into her mouth with her thumb before chewing on it slightly.

“Oh yeah, he had things stuck to his ears. I can’t call them earrings since it looked like he had stuck his earlobes in a pair of my hair accessories.”

There was no doubt about it in her mind; Kuroro Lucifer was definitely the dethroned leader of the Genei Ryodan. However, Neon wasn’t done yet, apparently. “He had this air of dark mystery and danger; so completely my type.”

She looked back down at Kurapika, “Don’t get me wrong, he’s pretty and cute but I definitely prefer men to look like men, not girly boys. I mean, it doesn’t even look like he has the strength to pick me up, let alone be an actual bodyguard that can kick ass and take names. Though out of the Leftovers I have available he’s the best pick. Banjo’s a good second, though he’s obviously old and what is up with that… mustache? Or is it sideburns since it seems to be a combo deal. Lisbon’s old and obviously a shifty coward. George looks great but his personality… he’s more like a wild beast that would tear apart anything than appreciate an intimate encounter. The others aren’t even worth mentioning.”

Neon spun around and flung the covers off of Kurapika not caring about the IV he was hooked up to, a look of determination on her face. She glared at Senritsu while pulling the bottom of her nighty into a clutched hold between her breasts with one hand while the other grabbed at the front of Kurapika’s sleep pants. All but snarling she stated, “I will get what I want and you will not move against me. If you get out of that chair I will cry to Papa that you abuse me when it’s just the two of us. You may be a bodyguard but he will believe whatever I say over anything you can bring.”

As Neon climbed onto the bed and straddled Kurapika’s waist, not quite sitting down until what she wanted was exposed, Senritsu realized a couple of things. Neon was a conniving, manipulative bitch whom had a hidden intelligence she used only when it benefited her. The thick shag carpet did not match the drapes; the unwanted image of which was going to be burned in her brain forever. And she was not going to remain passive while her friend was unable to defend himself.

Pulling her flute out in a smooth motion she had the metal mouthpiece pressed against her lips and was playing a lullaby before Neon could claw open the knot of Kurapika’s sleep pants, focusing her aura solely on the desperate teen.

For as willful as she is, Neon submitted to the lullaby after only a few notes, slipping away from Kurapika’s body to curl up on the unused portion of the bed. Senritsu continued to play until she was certain that Neon would not wake up again until late morning.

With a sigh she put her instrument away and contemplated her next move. She did not have the physical strength or stature to carry Neon back to her room and it was late enough that the other guards that she trusted to keep quiet about this were asleep.

Right about then a frazzled Eliza slid into the room, panic clearly showing in her eyes. She saw the state of the bed and the occupants on it and panic turned into horror. In her soft voice she queried, “Please tell me she wasn’t able to do anything.”

When Senritsu shook her head Eliza heaved a sigh of relief. “I should have realized what she was up to sooner. Had she been able to do what she wanted I am sure that he would never be able to forgive me for preventing her actions.”

Senritsu shook her head again, hoping to calm the frazzled caretaker. “I am sure that neither he, nor anyone else, would ever honestly blame you for whatever Neon decides to do.” She then gave Eliza a small, comforting smile before continuing. “I do not think that this incident is something that needs to be brought to his attention. Especially since, in the end, nothing happened. Mmm?

“However, I am at a loss as how to get her back to her room now. Do you have any suggestions?”

Eliza gave a small nod and moved over to her mistress, a dress robe in hand. As she manipulated the slumbering girl into the robe she quietly confessed, “I can carry her back, this would not be the first time I have had to do this. And being able to forcibly restrain her if I need to is part of the job description.”

“Do you require any assistance?”

Eliza shook her head politely. “Thank you but it is not necessary. Besides, I get the feeling you were here for a good reason. I shall try to be more vigilant to ward off another incident like this from occurring.” With a small bow she gathered up the slumbering Neon and gracefully headed back to her room.

In a comfortable room a couple of towns away, obsidian eyes glinted with barely repressed fury as they watched the fiasco through remote eyes. Had he an ounce less of self-control he would have been on his way to remove that selfish thing from the world with his own two hands in a slow and painful way; stolen skill be damned. It wasn’t that great of a skill that he had to keep its original owner alive for as long as possible.

The only thought that was able to keep Kuroro in his chair and watching his pet sleep was that soon he would be able to collect his prize. And his pet would not be able to escape 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