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Kurapika Kurta. He traced the foreign letters on his forearm. Kurtish characters in dark ink that spelled the name of his soul mate. He didn’t know back then that these characters belonged to the same clan the scarlet eyes belonged. If he had known, He would have identified his soulmate among them first before killing the rest.
Fate seemed to like a twist though. The Kurta survivor just so happened to be his soul’s match. They had touched skin only once in Yorknew. When Kurapika took him hostage. Bound him in chains and snached him away under the eyes of the spider. Capable. Strong. Resilient. He was able to kill Uvogin in a fight and ultimately be the cause of Pakunoda’s death.
Kurapika would make the perfect addition to the spider. No one could ever replace them.They were present for the creation of the Phantom Troupe; Founding members. Kurapika would be against it, But right now, Chrollo could think of no one else with the power to assume a role in the spiders.
It would take convincing, coercion, and possibly a little leverage. The only thing Kurapika held higher than his goal of destroying the spiders, was his goal of collecting the scarlet eyes. Chrollo could gain his temporary alliance using the eyes as reward for compliance. It was however temporary. He would need to gain Kurapika’s trust, love, or loyalty during that time. Without it Kurapika would most likely revert back to his homicidal goal.
Chrollo ran his thumb down the smooth glass cylinder that held the bright scarlet orbs. ‘Time for the first reward.’
The City of Metnfort was perpetually rainy. Kurapika exited the hired car and was immediately drenched by the downpour. The hotel staff seemed annoyed by his waterlogged state up until he showed his license. A hunter’s license. The front desk staff smiled bright as if he wasn’t just rolling his eyes two second earlier.
“Right this way Sir. Your suite has already been prepared. Might I take your luggage?”
“No, thank you.”
“Not a problem. Would you like your meals delivered to your room? Dinner service is excellent in the Dining room but we can also arrange for food to be delivered right to your door.”
“I’ve already eaten and I have business to take care of.”
“Of course sir. Right this way” The elevator doors opened and the attendant led him out down the lavishly decorated hallway.
Kurapika dropped his bag on the floor and slid down the door. He sat shivering on the floor after getting rid of the overly cheery attendant. ‘This wasn’t supposed to be like this.’ Searching for the stolen eyes of his massacred clan was supposed to be different. A sacred duty he felt bound to achieve. What he didn’t want to admit is that he was tired. The eyes weren't hard to find most owners boasted about their rare and unique collections. Those owners were equally hard headed bastards.
Kurapika didn’t have the nerve to kill them, nor did he have the resolve to sneak in and steal the eyes back. He purchased two pairs from more malleable clients but even they charged exorbitant sums of money. Money Kurapika had to make by working for Mob bosses and other morally questionable individuals.
‘Is it even worth it anymore? ...no’
Kurapika got angry at the thought. It has to be worth it. Because I’ve got nothing else. The scarlet eyes and the spider. A shower then bed. He acted like the tired fatigue could just be washed away like the drops of rain. Or slept off like a bad hangover. He held onto the thin veneer of functionality. Without them he had nothing else to live for.
His soulmate was one of the spiders. Even worse he was their boss. Kurapika always wore long sleeve shirts, to keep his eyes from suffering the sight of that name. His Kuro turned out to be their Chrollo.
Soulmate bonds were still a large question mark. Almost everyone encountered their soulmate at least once in their life, though some rare exceptions existed. Most people formed some sort of platonic or romantic partnership with their soulmate. Some people, a few people develop a dependent bond. It isn’t known how or why these types of bonds form. Most people have a healthy partnership with their soulmate few ever learn what the consequences of having a dependent bond and rejecting it are.
Kurapika’s body shook and shivered in his sleep. His exhaustion grew but sleep was restless and continually more and more evasive. Ever since that fateful encounter in Yorknew Kurapika couldn’t sleep. Not through the night. He was lucky if he even got 4 hours before the paranoid dreams made him jerk awake.