Chrollo Lucilfer x Kurapika
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Most children learn what a soulmate is through stories told by their mother, but Chrollo has no mother and learns what a soulmate is by accident.
He remembers when he found an old storybook among the waste of Meteor City, it told the story of two lovers who after facing a thousand difficulties finally manage to live happily ever after, that was the first time he heard about soul mates, and how he deals with all beautiful things and falls in love with them instantly.
He was born without the mark of a soulmate but he kept telling himself that he had to be patient, that he just had to wait.
Every morning Chrollo had the habit of checking his arms, hoping that something had happened during the night, but every time he woke up his skin was always the same and the more time passed the more he began to believe that perhaps he didn't have a soulmate.
He is nine years old when he feels a burning pain creeping up his arm and hand.
For a moment there is only the hot, throbbing pain but then, when he lowers his eyes to check his wound, time seems to stop.
His heart begins to race and he can't help but feel a warm sensation in his lower stomach.
There on his right arm there is an expanse of flowers that have not yet bloomed, a symbol that somewhere in the world his soul mate, the other half of his soul, has just been born.
For as long as he could remember, Chrollo had always dreamed that one day his skin would be adorned with flowers and now that it has finally happened he can't contain his happiness.
Chrollo knows that children of Metor City like him are not allowed to dream of things like soulmates, he knows that for those who are condemned to live among the garbage like him, a soulmate is nothing more than a burden, a weakness to use against him; but despite everything he still allows himself to fantasize and smile.
Then suddenly a thought hits him, will his soulmate ever be able to accept him for who he is?
His soulmate is probably with a loving family, with plenty of food and warm, soft clothes, but he has nothing, dresses in old torn clothes and eats scraps.
His soulmate will go to a nice school and maybe even learn the art of music or painting.
He looks at his hands and finds them full of cuts and calluses, they are the hands of a murderer, of a thief, certainly not those of a child.
He stopped being a child a long time ago.
He looks down at the old, hole-filled sweater he's wearing and realizes that his soulmate was very unlucky to be destined for someone like him.
Despite everything, Chrollo waits for the moment when he will meet his soulmate, waits for the moment when the flowers on his skin will bloom and he will finally be able to taste the most complete happiness.
That night he softly kisses the flowers on her wrist and whispers "I love you" hoping that wherever his soulmate is he can hear it.
Chrollo discovers what having a soulmate entails when he meets Shalnark and Uvogin. They are the perfect example of soul mates; in some cases they are the opposite of each other while in others they are so in tune that Chrollo began to think they could read each other's minds.
Shalnark and Uvogin are very lucky, they found each other very quickly and, being both from Meteor City they had no problems regarding what they had to do to survive in that hell they called home.
Chrollo envied them so much.
It had been years since his mark had appeared and he still hadn't met his soulmate.
At first he had hoped that he might be somewhere in Meteor City, so he had spent his days looking for him without getting any results.
While waiting to find his soulmate, at night, when no one could see him, he began to fantasize.
"What color will his hair be? And what color will his eyes be? Will he want to talk about books with me? Will we be like Shalnark and Uvogin?...-
Even though thoughts about his soulmate made him feel a warm feeling of happiness, he knew, in a corner of his mind that he tried to keep hidden that there was a possibility that they would never meet, or worse, that his soulmate despised him.
-We should take the job! They promised us a lot of money! We could even keep some for ourselves, I heard that their eyes are more beautiful than any ruby, they would make great collector's pieces!-
-Shut up Uvo, it's the danchou who has to decide-
Shalnark said as he tried to silence his soulmate. Uvogin laughed and gave Shalnark a kiss.
Scarlet eyes, Chrollo had never heard of them before some slimy rich guy asked the phantom troupe to bring them to him.
They belonged to a people who lived isolated in the mountains, the Kurta clan; their eyes turned a deep red color when they felt strong emotions.
Scarlet eyes were considered one of the wonders of the world, it was said that they shone brighter than rubies and that the red of their irises was more intense than blood; some believed that their irises were red due to their connection with the devil, others believed that they were proof of their divine descent.
Everyone agreed on one thing, those eyes were beautiful and there were certainly not a few people willing to pay millions to have them.
Chrollo was instantly infatuated.
He tried to imagine that he was holding in his hands that treasure that no man had ever been able to have; he imagined their intense and indescribable color and their beauty which they say leaves you breathless.
From the first moment he saw them he had felt an irrepressible desire to possess them.
He wanted them, he wanted them so much; and he would have them because he always gets what he wants.
-Danchou what do you say?-
He was brought out of his thoughts by Nobugawa.
The air is so thick with the ferrous smell of blood that Chrollo can almost taste it as he makes his way past the destroyed huts and the tortured, eyeless corpses.
In the distance he can hear the agonized cries of those who are not yet dead.
Most of the members of the phantom troupe are in the main square, some were busy counting their loot, others are carefully placing the eyes in jars to prevent them from being damaged during their escape and still others (Feitan) are searching some survivors to have fun with; it is clear that they have found their prey when, in the distance, a loud scream is heard followed by a disgusting snap (a neck being broken probably).
By the time he gets to his target, the boss, his shoes are caked in mud, blood and guts and Chrollo can feel a headache just thinking about how much of a hassle it will be to clean them.
He dips his fingers into the pool of blood that has formed around the lifeless body of the tribal leader and uses it to write a message on the robes of the kurta.
-We took what we wanted, if you come looking for us we will kill you.
A few weeks later Chrollo wakes up, even before dawn, in immense pain.
It doesn't take him long to realize that the excruciating pain he is feeling is not physical but emotional.
It's such an overwhelming and oppressive sadness that he feels like he's falling into a gigantic abyss made up only of pain.
He feels as if his soul has been torn to pieces and there is a huge weight on his stomach that doesn't allow him to breathe; he immediately leans forward and tries to catch his breath.
He only realizes he's crying when a tear falls on the back of his hand.
Shortly after the tears come the sobs, Chrollo puts a hand over his mouth not wanting to be heard by the crew.
He can't remember the last time he cried, it's been too long.
Some of his sadness is replaced first by amazement and then by hatred as he realizes that what he is feeling is only a reflection of what his soulmate is feeling.
He gnashes his teeth and clenches his fists in anger, he swears, he swears on everything he knows that he will kill the bastard who made his soulmate feel such pain, he swears that he will make him suffer so much that in the end he will want nothing more without death.
He lies down with the tears that still don't stop falling and the sobs that still shake his body; he lifts his sleeve and gently kisses the flowers on her wrist "Don't cry my love, everything will be okay. When I finally find you I won't let anyone make you suffer any longer"
Chrollo knows that his words cannot have reached his soulmate, but after having uttered his reassurance he feels when the boulder on his chest becomes slightly smaller and he feels overwhelmed by great happiness at the thought that perhaps it was him himself.
Even when the chains wrap around his body and he is dragged away, into the back of a speeding car, he is not afraid.
The beat of his heart remains calm and constant, he has lived surrounded by death since he was a child, the thought of dying does not disturb him in the slightest.
He remains calm even when he senses the chain user's plan to use him as a hostage to blackmail his companions.
The spider is strong, he has faced a thousand difficulties, a thousand opponents, one stronger than the other and they have always been victorious, he knows that they will be able to live without him.
He may be the leader but the user of the chain is a fool if he believes that the spider will let himself be broken by his death.
He has no value as a hostage.
He hopes that his companions do not give in to the demands of the chain user.
He hopes that his companions remain faithful to their promise and put the phantom troupe at the top of their priorities, it is the spider who has to survive, not him.
Chrollo didn't expect the user of the chain to be a woman.
He would never have imagined that Uvogin's killer was so thin, so physically weak; but on reflection, it is precisely its delicate and fragile appearance that makes it so dangerous.
-What do you have to look at?-
-Nothing, I didn't expect you to be a woman-
-Did I say I was? Don't be fooled by appearances. Be careful what you say though, your every word could be your last-
Chrollo raises the corner of his lips slightly in amusement.His captor won't kill him, or at least he won't while his friends are in the hands of the phantom troupe.
-You will not kill me, not with your precious friends prisoners of my spiders-
-I advise you to be silent, I'm not so calm as to ignore your provocations-
-That girl's prediction didn't mention any of this so it's just an insignificant event-
He internally smiles at the irritation and hatred he is making the chain user feel.
It's his way of avenging Uvogin's death.
However, he is not lying when he says that for him this is an insignificant event, he has found himself involved in so many dangerous situations, in so many murder attempts that for him this is nothing more than a normal afternoon.
-Do I have to explain it to you? I consider this situation an afternoon coffee break-
Before he knows it a strong punch is thrown against his face.
The impact is so strong that his head almost hits the glass.
He can taste the ferrous taste of his blood in his mouth, but despite this he continues to smile.
Then suddenly a hot, throbbing pain begins to feel strange on his arm and, the realization of what has just happened leaves him stunned, for a second he feels nothing, he can't move, he can't speak, the only thing he can do and look into the crimson eyes of the chain user, no, the eyes of his soulmate.
Chrollo had long fantasized about how his meeting with his soulmate would happen, but certainly such a scenario had never occurred to him.
As he looks into his soulmate's eyes he sees emotions running across his face, amazement, uncertainty, doubt and finally hatred.
He can't really explain why but the mere idea that his soulmate, Kurapika, hates him makes him feel a deep sensation of pain.
In less than a second Kurapika rolls up their sleeves to reveal their soulmate marks.
Chrollo is entranced by the sight; on her skin, where once there were only small buds, there is now an expanse of wonderful flowers with a color that varies from white to red.
-No! It can not be true!-
Chrollo is jolted out of his thoughts by Kurapika, his voice so low that the words nearly escape him.
He takes his eyes away from the beautiful flowers on his skin and focuses on Kurapika's face.
For the first time he gets a good look at him, his blond hair so shiny it could be mistaken for gold, his lips that seem so soft and tempting Chrollo to kiss them, his long eyelashes and finally his beautiful eyes the color of blood ; as he loses himself in that scarlet glow Chrollo understands why, when he heard about the eyes of the Kurta clan so long ago, he had become infatuated with them and had longed to possess them.
Now those eyes are filled with unshed tears and Chrollo can practically feel his heart sinking into his chest.
Because no matter how ashamed he is, inside he's still the nine-year-old who kissed his soulmate mark and dreamed of the moment he would find the person the universe had decided was perfect for him.
Kurapika regains his composure quickly, sits back, turns his head away and refuses to even glance at Chrollo.
Kurapika continued to avoid him.
Even when he had started to take off his disguise the only thing he had done was force Chrollo to remain facing the wall without saying a single word to him.
- Chain user, you know it's not very polite to ignore your soul mate like this -
-You are not my soulmate!
I would rather die than accept that the universe has decided to destined me for a monster like you-
Throughout the speech Kurapika had kept his gaze fixed in front of him and a calm and constant tone of voice.
A normal person would have been fooled by Kurapika's false cold facade, but he wasn't.
He had immediately noticed all those little signs that showed Kurapika's true emotions; he had noticed how Kurapika's hands were shaking and how his eyes were starting to glaze over with unshed tears.
-Denying the evidence is useless. That feeling I felt when your skin met mine for the first time was something incredible and I know you felt it too. Also when we touched each other for the first time the flowers on our skin bloomed. You can deny the evidence all you want but the reality still remains this-
-When you exterminated the Kurta clan, what did you feel! When you mercilessly killed men, women and children what did you feel! Did you even briefly think about all the pain you would cause, or did you only care about the immense amount of money you would earn? -
With every word he spoke Kurapika seemed to fall apart more and more; at the end of his speech tears had begun to fall freely down Kurapika's face and his voice was broken and full of sobs.
The sight made Chrollo feel an indescribable pain in his heart.
The mere idea that it was he who had made his soulmate suffer like this made him feel immense hatred towards himself.
-I can't say I feel guilty for what I did because it's not like that,... -
Kurapika has his jaw clenched, his fists so tight his knuckles turn white and his nails dug so deep into his palms that Chrollo can see beads of warm blood fall to the floor.
-But I can assure you that if I had known that my actions would hurt you I would not have killed a member of the Kurta clan even under torture -
After hearing those words Kurapika's expression seemed to soften if only for a moment.
-From the first second the soulmate mark appeared on my skin, I fell in love with you. Every night I fantasize, what you would be like, what we would do together, how we would meet; and finally I would kiss the flowers on my wrist and whisper that I loved you. There wasn't a day I didn't hope to meet you, there wasn't a day I didn't love you. When you were grieving, probably from the death of your clan, I tried to console you, I whispered words of comfort to you and hoped that wherever you were you could hear me and you were better. That day I promised myself that I would slowly and painfully kill whoever it was that made you suffer and now finding out that I caused you that pain makes me feel so bad that I want to skin myself with anger-
Tears had now started to fall from Chrollo's eyes too.
Or how he hated himself at that moment.
-If I knew that killing me could make your pain lessen even just a little I would let you do it, I deserve it, but we both know that my death would only make things worse. I won't ask for your forgiveness because what I did to you is unforgivable but if one day you decide to give me a chance I will show you that I am not just the monster who killed your clan-
Chrollo has no idea how it started but now his and Kurapika's lips are sealed together in a kiss.
Their kiss tastes like salt because of the tears and contains all the feelings they are both feeling, pain, anger, regret, hate and finally love.
Their kiss deepens and their tongues move in sync against each other.
Kurapika's hands are wrapped in Chrollo's hair, while Chrollo places his hands on Kurapika's cheeks and catches a stray tear with his finger.
After separating, they stare at each other breathlessly for a few seconds until their moment of intimacy is interrupted by Kurapika's companions who announce Pakunoda's arrival.
