The tension was at its paroxysm. Sweat droplets ran down Gon’s nose as his burning eyes pierced Kurapika’s own scarlet ones. A raging fire that overthrew both reason and control, a battle between emotions and duty, a dangerous game of death.
Killua’s sharp gaze slowly scanned the table, seeking for a reaction, waiting for the breakdown, like a wolf on the prowl.
Leorio calmly coughed as his lips stretched into a small but victorious smile.
He only had two cards left.
Gon put down a card. “+4”. He checked, as his fingers let go of the torture device, for his friends’ expressions.
A look of anguish settled on the Kuruta’s face. A look of anguish and desperation. The look of a prey realizing it was done for. He peered at his cards and pursed his lips. Then, he took four cards, each card adding up to the weight of his shame.
Killua winced. He would have to fight in order to win. This was a tough one.
A dog howled far in the restless city of York Shin. There were probably swarms of people still wandering around in the city. None of them knew about the terror ongoing in this apartment, between those torn friends losing themselves in a psychologically wrecking game.
Kurapika, then Killua, both put down a card. Then, all of them devoured Leorio’s game with jealous, envious eyes.
As fast as he could, Leorio hit the card on the table and yelled “UNO!” as if his victory’s intensity would brighten with a loud cry for glory.
Gon widened his eyes. “No…” he hissed as he picked four more cards, as Leorio’s one indicated. “I will not forgive this one…"
He followed with another useless card.
Now was Kurapika’s turn. Killua narrowed his eyes as he noticed the scarlet eyes had been replaced by the usual cerrulean orbs.
He is on to something, he thought. Curiosity, impatience, expactations. All of those dancing above their heads as they waited for the next twist their game would take.
Kurapika put down the card.
Leorio was gaping, as Kurapika handed him his game, a small smile that seemed to scream ’Karma is a bitch’ crowning his improvement. Reluctantly, he exchanged his single card for Kurapika’s fifteen ones.
That was how fates had been reversed. That was how a hopeless situation had turned into luck for those who could be patient.
And finally, Kurapika let go of the last card.
It dropped on the table like an axe on a prisoner’s head.
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