Lonely Chains

- Whisps -

I gulp.

The warm setting sun potruded out of the window, burning into our skin.

The sun was hot, warm, smooth, making my skin glow in angst.

The Phantom troupe.

Kurapika begins to walk over to my glowing face, slightly damp from sweat.

Everything was black, just my senses and the quiet breathing that escaped Kurapika's lips.

The Phantom troupe.

I feel his breath shivering along my face, blowing and whisping.

I open my eyes to see Kurapika, staring deeply into my scarlet eyes.

These eyes burned.... they swore hatred.... they sung despondancy. 

The Phantom troupe.

His face glew in the suns warm embrace.

For some reason... everything compelled me to touch his face, feel his living being, be reminded of how good things are now.

My fingers reach softly, brushing across Kurapika's eyes.

I feel his eyelashes whisp and tickle my thumb, i feel his warmth and life, i feel his everlasting hate.

My fingers run down and across his face, both of us mindlessly staring into each other.

I feel his presence, it's sweet and calm with a backwash of the ticking furry. 

Amber is the color of his energy.

I just want to stay in this moment, I don't want to think, I don't want to feel... I just want him by my side.

I don't want to face the Phantom troupe again....

I'm...

"I'm scared" 

There was silence.

The silence that I hated so much.

"I know.."

" The depths of your eyes. It's the Phantom Troupe, isn't it."

The Phantom Troupe.

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"Shalnark, are you almost there?"

"Yes, Boss! I'm approximatly halfway there."

"Report please?"

"No one has been following us, iv'e been extra careful. It's best to do this when it's dark. I bet they are prepared by now so, missing a major sense it will be easier for us." 

'''''''''~~~~~~~~~~

If were going to do this, were doing this now.

If were off by even one second, were done.

If our accuracy is off by even one second, were done.

If were doing this, were doing this now.

They will be here when it's dark.

Loosing one of our major senses is incredibly loosing to us, however...... Gon and Killua have been able to surpass this plan. Though they are expecting it or not, it will work...

That is if were not off by any means.

This requires full concentration.

We all sit in a brightly lit room.

Quiet, only the sink dripping in the sink.

The clock ticking loudly.

Tick..

Tick.

Tick

All our eyes closed, waiting a signal, a sound, a sign, anything.

We've blocked out any senses, relying all on the sense of hearing and sound while adjusting our eyes to the darkness.

"Aha, well this was easy!"

A voice?!

No... I can't open my eyes... not yet.

I grip closer onto my gun, preparing every atom and nerves in my body.

"Y-/Yn..."

Kurapika??

Suddenly I feel a hot blade drag across my arm.

Wh-

"Y/n, NOW!"

I point the gun up and

* B A N G *

The light bulb shatters, leaving us in a pitch black room.

I open my eyes, already fully adjusted from the darkness.

I can see clearly, the curves and edges and edges of every corner. I examine the situation, in split seconds because if i didn't...

We would all perish.

" Y/n.."

Kurapika calling me again...

I can't think I just have too..

Gon, Killua launch towords The voice, taking action.

We can't mess up...

We... Cant't!!

I can't see or sense the voice.

Where is it coming from??

Dam*it, im hesitating i can't be o-

"Y/n..!!!"

Kurapika.

What's going on?.

This.... THIS ISNT APART OF THE PLAN!

This... we could all...

We might..

Die!!