stillness || kurapika kurta
warning: mentioned death; pure sadness; kurapika's mental health is in shambles
With the spiders dead, his vengeance is finally complete. His clan's eyes are now in his possession. The only thing missing is you.
His hands dipped into the icy water, gathering some to splash on his face. Despite the cold, he didn't even flinch; he didn't have the strength to or didn't care. As his hands gripped the sink, he leaned closer to the mirror. he eventually raised his gaze to the mirror in front of him. God, he looked so terrible.
There were noticeable eye bags under his eyes, which added to the dead look on his face. Even the best clothes couldn't hide the obvious sleepless nights. He looked at his eyes, his clan's inheritance, the same eyes that had caused him so much pain. He despised them because every time he looked at them, he was reminded of the carnage he had witnessed. He wished to gauze them out, just as they had done to his family. He rubbed the area between his eyes, a frown on his face and a growing headache settling in.
Never the matter, he had more important things to do. Someone was waiting for him. He turned off the water, dried his face with a clean towel, and walked out the door.
The long corridor was as empty and silent as it had always been. Of course, he was used to it, having walked this path many times before. The only sound that disturbed the quiet was the sound of his steps. The noise could be considered unsettling, but it didn't bother Kurapika. Not anymore. Was this corridor always this long, or was it his imagination?
The sound of laughter from behind him caused him to come to a halt. He recognized the source of the laughter. He'd always remember their laughter, and he'd never forgive himself for forgetting it. Oh, how he missed that sound, that sweet melody. He needed to hear it again. He had a hopeful look and a wide smile on his face. He yelled their name with delight as he hurriedly spun around to find the source of the sound, to find them.
Nothing stood behind him. His expression changed quickly as he realized what was going on. Not this again. His breathing was erratic, his vision was blurry, and he shakily clutched his clothes. He tried everything he could to stop shaking, but his body refused to cooperate. He questioned whether he should have taken the medications that had been prescribed to him.
I'm not crazy. I'm fine. I'm not crazy. He desperately attempted to console himself. He continued his journey through the corridor, his heart pounding.
He was stopped at the end of the eternal corridor by a door. He knew what was behind it because he'd been there before, but it didn't stop the lump from forming in his throat. Keep going, he thought, and he eventually opened the door.
He was met with a shrine he had constructed. It was distinct from the others because it was adorned with the belongings of his deceased clan. His eyes scanned everyone, counting them over and over again, almost as if he was afraid of one of them disappearing, even if it was just one.
Chysta, Martir, mom, Huber, dad... these names flashed through his mind as he moved his gaze from one to the next. Did these names match the true owners of the eyes? He had no way of knowing for sure, but saying them made him feel better. Even if only for a little while. When his gaze fell on the top of the shrine, it immediately softened. Pairo...
He must keep going. He managed to look away and walk to his final destination with some difficulty. A gentle smile appeared on his face.
"You're still as lovely as ever, my love." In front of him was a bed with flowers all around it. There layed you.
"I saw you yesterday, but it feels like an eternity since I last saw you. I've been missing you terribly." His fingers gripped your chin with caution as if he was afraid you would shatter. He lowered himself and placed his lips against your cold ones. He pressed his nose against your ear and smelled the perfume in your hair. A deep sigh escaped his lips, and if you listened closely, you could hear how unstable it was. He was trying very hard to maintain his smile.
"I'm sure you've felt lonely being here by yourself. I'm sorry this has to happen, but it's for your own good." In an attempt to console you, he rested his forehead against yours. Or was it to distract him from his dark thoughts? His hands began to shake, his clothes clung to his body due to sweat, tears pricked his eyes, and despite his best efforts, his walls began to crumble until they were completely demolished.
He could no longer keep up his tough exterior, and he finally broke down in tears. The room was filled with cries of anguish and pain that he had suppressed for many years. His warm tears met your cold expression. As he clung desperately to your clothes, he sobbed. "Why haven't you come back? What do I have to do for you to wake up again?!" His inquiries were met by silence. He needed you so badly.
His cries persisted and lasted a long time. After some time, his cries evolved into laughter, a sign of his growing madness, until everything fell silent. "I know you'll come back to me. I just have to wait, right?" He wondered if this was your punishment for making you wait for him all that time. But don't worry; he'll wait for you until the end of time. He's been doing it for a few months now. You have to come back, or he might just go even more insane.
He kissed you goodbye and walked away, leaving your corpse alone. He tells himself that tomorrow will be the day when you will finally get up, hug him, and kiss him. In the back of his mind, there's this voice that warns him that you won't wake up, that you're gone for good. He chooses to disregard it. He can't, however, ignore the growing emptiness in his heart.
kurapika needs therapy. we all need therapy.
