You hummed the tune of one of the songs you heard in your childhood, a blanket of nostalgia and comfort enveloped you.
You both were roommates; it took a lot of time for the blonde to open up to you. You adored his caring and soft nature. He was always so benign and respectful. Eventually, you got to know about his plan to get rid of the Phantom troupe. Honestly, as concerned as you were for his safety, you couldn't stop him, after all, you were but a guest of a few years in his life.
It was around three in the morning. You were busy doing the chores and didn't notice the time passing. Since it was already late, you decided to wait for a while more, until Kurapika came home, which was late at night. You were almost always asleep by that time, but in case you weren't, the sound of the door unlocking and his heavy footsteps thumping across the room brought you comfort, always.
"Y/N?" he blurted. You were so engrossed in your thoughts that you didn't even hear the door opening, "What are you doing up so late?" He whispered, his face painted with a mixture of worry and insomnolence.
"Waiting for you," you muttered.
He hummed and clicked his tongue in dismay. His gold bangs fell over his brown, lensed eyes. His face was stoic, and he was dressed in formal attire from head to toe, but you knew; beneath that indomitable persona was a petite boy; petrified, wanting to be held and protected.
"You shouldn't have," he said, hanging his coat on the rack.
"Kurapika..." you sniffed.
"Hmm?" he looked at you, "what happened Y/N?"
"Nothing- you should get changed first."
You hugged the pillow as tightly as possible; he had consoled you through your most difficult times, and you? You. Did. Nothing. He was grief-struck, and you never even asked what was going on. No one did. He was dealing with everything on his own. You looked at the bag on the bedside; being the curious person you are, you looked inside the bag. Scarlet eyes
Your eyes widened in realization. You could never comprehend what turmoil Kurapika must be going through right now. Kurapika came back in his white pyjama and t-shirt.
"Kurapika?" you croaked, "you found more scarlet eyes didn't you?"
His expression contoured into dread for a second, and then he came back to his ever-calm self.
"Yes." yes? Was that all he was going to say?
"Pika," you hoped he didn't notice the sudden slip of nickname," please, don't keep everything to yourself. I know I haven't been your friend as long as Leorio, Killua and Gon have, but please," by now you were trying to blink away the tears forming in your eyes, "talk to me."
You cradled his hand in yours and ran your thumb across all the calluses.
You felt a tear of his roll drop on your hand. He harshly pulled his hand away; as if scared of showing any form of weakness.
"Leave me alone Y/N," he said as he sat on his bed; on the other side of the room.
"Please Kurapika, I am trying to help," you sat on his bed.
"Y/N, please go away."
"No Kurapika please listen-"
"I SAID LEAVE ME ALONE!"
He screamed as you flinched in surprise. His eyes were now red. It was the first time you were seeing him this way. You were not going to lie, you were very scared of his change in demeanour. You never expected him to react this way. Your hands were shaking, but you tried to seem as confident as possible. A futile attempt truly.
Kurapika's gaze softened, "Y/N I am so sorry! I didn't mean to scream at you."
You smiled, blinking away the tears that pathetically rolled down your face," It's okay." You could not be selfish, he was annoyed that is why he screamed at you.
You ran your thumb over his long lashes, wiping away the tears.
A sob escaped his lips as he covered his mouth panicking,
"It's okay to cry; you don't have to pretend to be strong when you are hurting."
1 drop, 2 drops, 3 drops...The weight of all the sorrow he had been carrying all on his own, broke down.
"I miss them! I miss them so much Y/N! So much that sometimes I can't breathe. I want to join them in heaven, but I can't. I can't because I am the last Kurta left."
You wrapped your arms around him, trying to provide some external warmth to his cold soul. He was just a nineteen-year-old boy, carrying the weight of hundreds of lives on his shoulders. His lust for revenge drove him insane, and his heart hurt, not because of the chain wrapped around it, but because it had been years, years since he had felt the comfort and solace of someone.
You patted his head with your left hand, and your right hand moved up and down his back. He felt vulnerable, and you felt apprehensive.
"You are okay, you are fine. Let it all out."
He was not just Kurapika Kurta to you. He was the smartest, kindest and most beautiful man you had ever seen. Kurapika Kurta was your best friend and source of love, and you were his beacon, a person he wanted to protect; forever.
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