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The room was bathed in the golden light of a foreign morning, soft as the silence between them. From the half-closed window came the muffled sounds of the city (a city they still hadn't quite learned to pronounce, but that already had a favorite corner for coffee and a couple of bookstores they had promised to revisit with more time).
Kurapika was flipping through an old book (his hair still damp from the shower, sitting on the edge of the hotel room bed), an English edition translated from French on symbolism, bought the day before at a street stall with more dust than labels. His thumb moved slowly along the edge of the pages, as if caressing them were part of the ritual.
"Look at this" He didn't need to raise his voice much, he knew she could hear him. "This seal's shape is almost identical to the glyph we saw at the museum, remember? The one that was misclassified as Persian" His tone carried that quiet excitement that always surfaced when he found connections between old, distant things and the ideas he'd scribbled in his notebook some night.
He felt her gentle touch, whether it was intentional or careless, he couldn't tell, but he didn't pull away. Not because a shiver didn't run down his spine, but because he no longer needed to hide it. The touch was familiar now, welcome… As easy as sharing theories about ancient texts or laughing at each other's Latin pronunciation at two in the morning (maybe after a drink or two to celebrate)
"I think I'm getting too used to this" he murmured, without looking. A half-hidden confession tucked between the lines, like a clue slipped into the middle of a riddle. "Not the glyphs… you, us. Waking up like this" He paused, tilting his head slightly, the book forgotten for a moment.
"Remember how you said I'd get to pick the next trip? Well… just so you know, I found a ruined monastery up north with forgotten archives. Could be… educational"
His smile, when he finally glanced at her from the corner of his eye, carried something of a dare and something of a promise. Because yes, they loved the ancient. But what they were beginning to build was the opposite: new, warm, and alive.
Nessa had been curled near the window, legs tucked beneath her, quietly watching the morning stretch itself across the unfamiliar skyline. A journal rested in her lap, still half-empty today, she was too content to fill it. Her eyes flicked up at the sound of his voice, and the corners of her mouth lifted before he’d even finished the sentence.
She pushed herself to her feet slowly, padding over on bare feet and settling beside him on the edge of the bed, shoulder just barely brushing his. Her eyes traced the seal in the book he held open, but her focus was divided, half on the page, and half on the man beside her.
"I do remember," she said softly, her voice still sleepy but warm, "And I still think they misread that entire display. Persian, my foot."
She leaned closer, her finger gently tapping the edge of the seal illustration. "The motifs repeat in that fragment we saw in in the last city we visited, too. It's not just coincidence. You might be onto something, Mr. Chains." She smiled, teasing him with that nickname affectionately, as always but her fingers stayed where they were, tracing the page, then drifting down over his hand as if following a different kind of symbol.
At his quiet confession, Nessa’s breath caught, just for a second. She glanced sideways at him soft golden light catching the curve of his cheek, the glint in his eyes that hadn’t been there months ago when they first met.
"You know," she said, tilting her head, “when I said you could pick the next trip, I was half-expecting some hidden vault of manuscripts or cursed scrolls. But a ruined monastery with forgotten archives?” She let out a delighted little hum. “Be still my heart.”
Then, softer...just for him, she added, “I’m getting used to this too. Waking up beside someone who reads before breakfast and still finds ways to surprise me.”
She leaned in and pressed a kiss just behind his ear, where the damp strands of his hair still clung to his skin.
“We’ll pack extra notebooks for this one,” she murmured. “But if we find a secret crypt again, you’re the one going in first this time.”
That affectionate nickname made Kurapika shiver inwardly, and to his dismay, his cheeks turned slightly pink. There was something truly charming about the way she said it, and if it had been anyone else, he would have overlooked it, but with her, he was simply weak.
Quickly averting his gaze and scolding himself for his childish reaction, Kurapika gently shook his head. "What am I going to do with you, hm?" he whispered softly, just enough for her to hear, but not enough to demand an answer.
His long, slender fingers moved only enough to touch and intertwine with hers. "I'm glad you like the idea. I saw this place on an old map, and I just couldn't shake the thought of going there with you and seeing what we can discover."
"But... are you calling me a coward?" His tone, though challenging, definitely sounded amused by her saying. Of course he would go first, even though he knew Nessa was perfectly capable of taking care of herself... he would never allow her to be in danger if he was there.
"How daring!" His voice was nothing more than a playful whisper. Kurapika turned his head again, this time to find her emerald eyes so close he could see every detail. The hand that wasn't holding Nessa's slowly moved up to her cheek, gently caressing it before closing the space between them with a slow, loving kiss. "We should prepare some snacks too, and maybe a thermos of stew."
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★ ━━━━━━ They were having tea at a place that accomdated for blind people, so Edward was in pleasant spirits as he sat with Kurapika and enjoyed some time away from his apartment, the other blonde had been able to coax the former Alchemist out.
Edward's white and red cane was nearby folded up, but they had been there for almost 20 minutes and he hadn't yelled that he wanted to leave. "The owner here knows me... knew me from before-- the accident."
It was almost an achievement to have convinced the blonde to go out for a while, even if just to experience some air and sounds different from those in his apartment. It wasn't that he minded, but Kurapika was sure that spending so much time cooped up wouldn't be good for him.
His lips had barely touched the rim of his coffee cup, and he allowed himself to relax slightly, savoring the aroma of the coffee he loved so much, before turning his gaze to Ed to listen attentively to his words.
Tiltling his head slightly, as if he had something on his mind, Kurapika took a small sip before finally speaking. "I see, so that's what the special treatment is about, hm?" A small chuckle escaped his lips, and Kurapika shook his head slightly, almost scolding himself for the bad joke. "My apologies, that was terrible. Where did you two meet?"
In the Kurapika AU where he's a professor/researcher, he doesn't seem depressed because his students have to see him being well, but of course, he's still empty and sinking inside, caught in a spiral of self-destruction...
It's a mix of the depression and self-destruction we know, with the attitude he had more as a child, since here, the mafia isn't oppressing him.
I really want to write that Kurapika.
🌙 * 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 : 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳-𝘦𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴.
𝐨𝐧𝐞 : overgrown cemetery at the end of a dirt road - half sunken gravestones. 𝐭𝐰𝐨 : fog covered marsh - air thick with the scent of stagnant water and mildew. 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 : a deserted gas station - pumps dry and covered in vines, a single flickering light and an empty parking lot. 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 : abandoned house where the paint is peeling from the walls, every room is covered in dust, but you swear you can hear footprints in the attic. 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 : forgotten cabin in the woods, half-sunken into the earth. 𝐬𝐢𝐱 : overgrown farm where the crops have withered and the barn is falling apart. 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 : hotel by the sea side - the wallpaper is peeling, the pool needs to be cleaned and the lights flicker. 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 : a small-town diner where the neon sign is flickering at the edge of the parking light. it's near empty and the air is heavy of grease and old coffee. 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞 : the pier. the boards are warped from exposure and there's a lone boat tethered to a post. 𝐭𝐞𝐧 : underground storm shelter that is still stocked with decades old supplies and stale air. 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 : a rusted playground behind an abandoned elementary school. 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞 : a roadside chapel, while the bell is broken, it tolls once at midnight. 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 : the dry riverbed. the cracked earth gives way to animal bones. 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 : a dusty attic full of old items, theres portraits with their eyes scratched out. 𝐟𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 : a cul-de-sac where every house is identical. the lawns are perfectly maintained but there is nobody in sight. the streetlights flicker.
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At some point after (her fingerbones splintering like glass, her muscles teared apart, her skin ripping like paper, her teeth shattered and moved around wrongly, her fucking skull-) the song,Senritsu had started to dislike citys,and Lumiose was no expection beside beeing a cradle for artists that the Musician should love, should adore, should relish in a every second in. But right now withe the sky black but the streets glowing softly like streams of light and the city humming tieredly like the strings of a violine with people laughing and going to the cafés for sharing food and strolling to the canal for long walks in the soft coolness tickeling cheeks and nosetips into sweet redness,Senritsu still disliked the city. It was against everything she heard in her own restless heartbeat a beautiful evening- her colleague Kurapika had come along to accompany her on her walk and with her hand in his elbow as if she was a fine lady lead along, with the late summer smelled of cut grass from the greenery, with the air just cool enough to feel fresh in the throat like a gulp of the purest springwater, with a distance cafés music echoing happily through the street, with Kurapikas heartbeat sounding tiered but even - a sound as if he was finally able to take long breaths after a much too long day, Senritsu should have loved this city, this moment, this night. Still the young woman disliked the city. The throbbing pain in her back the young woman tried to walk off limping and slowly made her dislike he city. The loudness made her dislike the city. The towers whisper, always there, always in her head, always,always,always;made her dislike the city.
She heard the buzzing of the Hologramm walls of the wildzones buzzing like bug pokemon through the streets even when blocks away, she heard Kurapikas breathing quiet and soft like a singsang, she heard the prismtower throb like an open infected injury bleeding that she had heardfrommiles away still on the train and yet still tried her best to ignore, she heard the echo of Pokemonfights and shouting from the Battle Zone few blocks away, she heard the near river gurgling endlessly, she heard a couple in their appartment laughing over a shared joke and a shared glass of wine, she heard her own breathing and clenched teeth over every step feeling heavy and aching, she heard-
From one moment to another Senritsus head snapped to the side as if she was a sleuth so fast she heard her spine creak in agony. She looked down the street and listened. "-there", she freed her short arm from Kurapikas elbow and listened. "- a child- boy-" she moved, stepped,forward with needles of pain stitching,stitching, stitching up her ankles to her hip and still she limped froward. "-calls for help!" She was running by now, pointing down the street and stumbling forward as fast as she could where she could still hear- the boy by the crossroad, the boy voice thin and panicky, the boys thin body shaking under his jacket from loud sobs,the boys voice calling for his lost little sister panicky, the boys voice not beeing able of overtune the Litwick that his little sister- young,small,her feet light like a feather on the street- Sister had followed into the blackness hanging thickly between the streetlamps and away from him.
Even after traveling through different regions, the city was something Kurapika couldn't get used to, definitely a place where he didn't quite feel like he belonged, even with all its conveniences.
The bright lights polluted the night sky so much that they obscured the starlight. The sound of the crowd drowned out the crickets' chirping on that cool spring night. The asphalt wasn't exactly comfortable for walking in his espadrille. No one stopped to try and look at the sky; everyone was too busy looking at their phones, or searching for someone to battle in a Pokémon fight.
Kurapika sighed very softly, a somewhat melancholic sigh as he remembered his life in the forest. The city had its charms, and there was much to learn there, yet he couldn't help feeling that something was off. At least he had someone to talk to calmly, at least his colleague wasn't judging him for his discomfort, and Kurapika could tell how uncomfortable she felt in the city too... it wasn't hard to guess; if sounds were already quite bothersome for someone like him, he assumed Senritsu must be even more sensitive to them.
He somehow felt bad for having dragged her there... even if he hadn't literally had to drag her and it was her own free will that led her to join him. Accompanying her on a nighttime walk was the least he could do, and at least he would know he was in the company of someone who somehow understood him. At least he didn't feel so alone. At least he didn't feel so much like a fish out of water.
When Senritsu stopped him, Kurapika snapped back to reality as if a bucket of cold water had been thrown on him and blinked a few times as if he needed to adjust. However, it wasn't Senritsu's reaction that startled him; it was that word, that damned word that Kurapika knew had him completely tied down, just because he couldn't ignore it, just because it was one of the few things that prevented him from looking away. Kurapika couldn't let a child (any other child) be in danger.
Without even thinking, Kurapika was already running to her side, feeling his heart tighten, tense, and squeeze harder and harder. "Where is he? What is he saying?" The more information he had, the faster he could act when he arrived. "Senritsu, I could get there much faster if you tell me exactly where he is. I'll see you there." It wasn't that he didn't believe she could get there quickly, but his legs were biologically longer, and his joints weren't creaking with every movement.
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VALENTINS DAY! Softly, with a touch as light as a whisper Senritsu hooked a finger in the sleeve of Kurapikas suits blazer"Kurapika?" , She talked quietly, her voice drowning in the buzzing of noises in the restaurant Light Nostrade has chosen to meet his girlfriend in. the Bodyguards were standing by the wall, almost swallowed by the dimness hanging like a warm comfortable cloth over the restaurant, yet still Senritsu was only standing beside Kurapika and had not turned to him and her finger wandering lightly up and down Kurapikas wrist was hidden behind his back. "Mhmmmm, I know I am not assai romantic and you enjoy so much to be con amore romanced, so I mhmmm... I thought mhmmmmm-", the restaurant was busy on valentinsday and the laughing of the many couples buzzed in Senritsus much too keen ears like drumbeats hitting against her skull almost painfully. It was tiering, exhausting even, but her fingertip wandeirng up and down Kurapikas wrist was so soft as if she was worried the slightest touch could hurt him- "...today, after we got back to the mansion I could prepare us Sandwhichs and a thermos of the hottest tea, and when the others went to bed we could sneak out into the garden with my futon, coats, scarfs and all to eat together and watch the stars. Would that be mhmmm... con amore?" ,She looked up to him with a strangely flustered, uncertaine expression with a small smile barely visible on her dark lips, the faintest pink dyeing her freckled cheeks a shade darker and her grey eyes carefully searching for his as if she was a shy and scared artist seconds before their first preformance in public.
The woman grimaced as if she had bitten on a sour fruit, chuckling quietly over herself beeing to uncharacteristically shy: "I would also love to say we can even spend a fittingly mhmmmm... abbandonandosi night under the stars, but there is still snow covering the ground and its cold.", her gnarled fingers short nail tickled the inside of Kurapikas wrist as lightly as a loving whisper:" "...very cold; actually. The mind is willing, but the flesh is mhmmmmm... assai weak."
V-day 2k26!
Beyond Kurapika's poker face, his eyes relentlessly darting from side to side, scanning every angle, every table, every couple enjoying and celebrating their love, searching for any kind of danger where Light could be the victim, there was a gentle tremor inside him when he felt Senritsu's soft touch, one that made him sigh almost imperceptibly, one that made his shoulders drop just a little, only a little.
There were first loves, first encounters, couples who had been together for years and still celebrated together, one-night stands, and he could even identify those who were cheating. But no danger, at least not for now.
Kurapika's eyes shifted slightly to Senritsu's figure, paying attention to her words, reading her body language, and he couldn't help but smile sweetly at her nervousness, a small smile that quickly faded in the dim lighting of the place.
"That would be very charming, Senritsu… and I find it quite romantic that you intend to cook for me, even if it's just sandwiches" A small smile returned to his lips. "So, we have a date" He said, with a soft giggle dancing behind his lips. "Regarding the second part of the date, I agree that the weather wouldn't be very cooperative. Just thinking about touching snow directly with bare skin gives me ñáñaras" Kurapika came from a place with a temperate climate and was not yet used to the snowy weather, so it wasn't a very pleasant feeling to imagine.
The blonde slightly moved the hand on his back so that his long, slender fingers could subtly caress Senritsu's. "Leave that part to me, alright? It's something we could solve with a hot bath in the gym bathroom in the mansion's basement, don't you think?" There was a mischievous tone in his voice, and Kurapika was truly holding back from wanting to kiss her… because of her concern, because of her attempt to be romantic for him, because of her love.
"Thank you for caring and trying, Senritsu, that's very sweet of you… now you've given me a good reason to be eager for this day to finally end"
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Haru was pretty excited because Kurapika was coming over. Sometimes, it was just nice to take a relaxing evening and enjoy the pleasant company instead of going out. With how busy Kurapika normally was, she felt inclined to spend the day ensuring that he’ll take a break and relax.
Valentine’s day was supposed to be a day where you show people your appreciation for them, and to shower your lover with love, was it not? Different regions celebrated in slightly different ways, and Haru came from a place where the day was where normally girls gave gifts to their friends, family, lovers, etc as a show of affection/appreciation. As such, Haru always made it a point to prepare a lot of chocolate gifts for people as a show of gratitude.
She’d even set aside a box of handmade chocolates she prepared for Kurapika to take back to the Nostrade mansion. To her, it only made sense to be grateful to the people who worked alongside Kurapika. They were the ones who were with him often, checking on his condition when she couldn’t be around to check on him.
At the sound of someone at the door, she quickly walks over to open the door to greet her boyfriend with a hug. “Kurapika~ I missed you.” She ushers him inside and showers him with kisses the moment the door closes behind them. “Come inside. Would you like to eat something first? A bath? You could also take a nap if you’re tired. Haru knows how to give good massages if you’d like to relax.”
This day was basically for him to get pampered, and Haru wasn’t going to have it any other way. He had to know just how stubborn she was, so she was going to make sure he didn’t leave her apartment without feeling relaxed and pampered.
V-day 2k26!
In a work environment where the slightest mistake could easily land someone's head (Kurapika's, usually) on the floor, Kurapika was a man who didn't take breaks, didn't allow himself to relax, or let his mind wander, at least not usually. He couldn't afford for anything to go wrong, not for his own safety, really, but because he would lose control of the entire situation… and, using the Nostrade family as a means to get more Scarlet Eyes back… losing control was not something he could afford.
That's why, when Kurapika casually mentioned during lunch in the bodyguards' small kitchen that Haru wanted him to come to her apartment for Valentine's Day, the other three sprang into action to ensure Kurapika would have the entire day off. After all, they knew very well how much he needed a break and a change of scenery, and they knew Haru was the right person to give it to him.
Now the question was, what could he bring her? Because it seemed inappropriate to arrive empty-handed, and since Kurapika's hometown didn't usually celebrate Valentine's Day, he was truly lost. It was then that he remembered Basho once mentioning that where he came from, girls usually gave chocolates to their loved ones, and in the case of a romantic interest, he should reciprocate in March. Even so, he felt bad about arriving empty-handed.
When Haru opened the door and greeted him with a hug, he couldn't help but smile and chuckle softly. Her enthusiasm was always welcome and was like a refreshing bucket of water after days, weeks, wandering aimlessly in the desert. An arm wrapped tightly around her waist, swaying gently, and a small, almost innocent giggle (something incredibly rare for him) escaped his lips as she showered him with kisses. He was definitely going to thank his workcolleagues later for giving him the day off.
"I missed you too, Haru… I've been too busy with work, I'm sorry" he whispered softly before gently releasing her. "Those are my options?" he remarked, a soft giggle dancing behind his lips. "It all sounds so tempting, honestly…" Kurapika knew he couldn't refuse; Haru was stubborn enough not to let him leave without making him feel better. "Why don't we start by eating something and then see what we do?" Gently, Kurapika kissed Haru's cheek once, twice, three times, moving softly toward her lips with each kiss, until he finished with a soft kiss on her lips.
"By the way, I brought you this, I hope you like it" Slightly nervous, Kurapika handed her a paper bag he had with him: inside was a small pot filled with colorful Petunia flowers.
