Kurapika x Reader One-Shot Collection - Chapter 52: Chapter 52

I can barely contain my excitement as I fumble with my keys. They've already fallen out of my hands twice.
"Kurapika? Is that you?"
I turn to look over my shoulder. There's not enough room on my face to hold my smile.
"(Y/N)!" I run as fast as my feet will allow. I grab you tightly and spin you around. "Damn...I missed you." I put you back down and comb your hair away from your face with my fingers. I examine you with my eyes. "Have you been well?"
I can tell by your appearance that you're not well at all. Guilt forms in my stomach. Have you not been eating or sleeping because of me? Am I putting my needs before yours?
You stare at me like I'm an apparition. Dark bags sit under your eyes, and it appears you have lost some weight.
"Baby, I can't believe it's really you!" You grab my arms and sob into my shoulder. "Did you find the eyes?"
I pull you back. "Of course I did. I wouldn't leave you for almost three months only to return empty handed." I look around the hallway. "Where were you coming from? It's almost three in the morning."
Your eyelids droop. I tuck my arm under yours and help you inside our apartment. I place you on the couch and walk back to the doorway to retrieve my belongings.
I smile as I watch you sleep. I cover you with a throw blanket and proceed to unpack. It feels so good to be home.
After showering, I walk back to the living room to check on you. You're still fast asleep.
"(Y/N)? Let's go to bed." You don't move. Hmm...You must be exhausted. You almost look like you're not breathing.
I reach under your body and lift you up. I carefully walk you to our bedroom. I place you in our bed and start to pull your clothes off.
I reach into the drawer and grab your favorite pajamas.
"Okay, now that you're all ready for bed, my hope is that you'll sleep well."
I take my place next to you. I wrap my arm around your shoulders, pulling you close.
"I'm so glad you were safe while I was away. Good night, my love."
A few hours later, I sit up in bed and stretch my arms. I look to my right and watch as the love of my life sleeps soundly. I reach down and brush my lips over yours.
I inhale your scent. "Mmm...I love the way you smell in the morning. You sleep. I'll take care of breakfast."
I open the refrigerator door. It's...empty.
"I guess I'll have to order something," I say to myself.
When I go to pay the nice lady who delivered our breakfast, I notice the cash envelope I left you is empty. I'm sorry...I guess I miscalculated how much money you would need. No wonder you lost weight.
After paying for breakfast, I set it on the table and go to check on you.
"(Y/N), it's time to get up. You have to eat something."
Your eyes slowly open as you sit up in bed. You blink a few times. "Kurapika?"
I smile. "Yes. I'm here, my love."
You dig into your skin, scratching like you've just been bitten by a hundred mosquitoes. You hop out of bed and run to the bathroom. I listen as you vomit inside of the toilet.
I wince. There's nothing worse than knowing the person you love most in this world is sick.
I wet a washcloth with cold water and place it on your forehead.
You curl up into the fetal position and begin to shiver. I rush to your side, feeling my heart rate triple in speed. You've never looked so pale before.
"(Y/N), please. What can I do?"
(Y/N)
What the hell? Kurapika's finally back and instead of welcoming him home, I'm puking my brains out. He shouldn't have to take care of me. He's the one who just got back from a long mission, for Kami's sake.
He wipes my mouth and helps me back to bed.
He touches my cheek. "Would you like me to bring you anything?"
"Some ice water sounds good."
He kisses my head. "Then I shall bring you some."
Kurapika walks away and returns a few minutes later with my water.
He leaves and comes back into the room holding our bags. Shit...my bag!
My heart pounds against my chest as I watch him open it.
"Sorry. I thought this one was mine," he says, laughing. He looks back inside of it. His eyes slowly widen. "(Y/N), what's this?"
I chew on my knuckles as I think of an excuse as to why I have drugs in my bag.
He slowly approaches me, still looking inside the crossbody bag I'm always carrying. He reaches in and pulls out a small bag. My respirations increase as my lungs try to keep up with my heart.
I swallow hard as he pulls something out of it.
"(Y/N), when were you going to tell me about this?"
I look away from him. I wasn't expecting to have this conversation so early. I mean, I haven't even rehearsed it yet. How do you tell the love of your life that you're a junkie?
I wince when I feel his arms wrap around me. I barely survived three months without him. How am I supposed to go on living the rest of my life alone? The thought of it makes me sick and I want to puke again. There's no way in hell he'll want to stay with me.
I compose myself. It's now or never. I'm going to come clean about everything. "Kurapika, I..."
Tears are already falling down his cheeks. This must really hurt him because he never cries.
"(Y/N), I'd be honored to marry you," he says.
Wait...what? I look down at his hand. Relief washes over me when I see the ring I bought him a month ago.
"You...want to marry me?"
He kisses my cheek. "Yes. Let's get married. Today. Unless you are still feeling ill."
Now it's my turn to cry. I really can't stand these withdrawal symptoms. Tilly told me the only way to stop them is to shoot up again.
Shoot up...the bag...it's still in Kurapika's hand!
I casually reach for it and set it aside.
"I'll feel better once I get a shower." I smile. "Let's do it. Let's get married. But promise me one thing. Don't go in the bathroom until I'm out. I want to surprise you by getting all dressed up."
He smiles. "Of course. Take all the time you need."
I allow the shower to rinse away the events that occurred last night. I still have to confront Kurapika about them. He needs to know the person he's about to marry.
When I step out, I brush my teeth until my gums bleed. I pull on my nicest pair of slacks. I'll put on my shirt when I get out of the bathroom. I don't want to accidentally stain it with blood.
I sit on the toilet and grab the supplies from my bag. I wrap the tourniquet around my bicep and follow the steps Tilly taught me.
Ahh...that rush. I close my eyes. So...good.
My eyes open when I hear a soft knock on the door. I slide to the floor, making sure my supplies are out of sight. I crawl to the door, but instead of opening it, I lay down and enjoy my high.
Kurapika
I knock on the door again.
"(Y/N), I'm coming in!"
Silence.
I turn the doorknob and push open the door. I clutch at my chest in an attempt to keep my heart from jumping out.
I rush to your side. Guilt consumes me again. Why did I force you into marrying me today when I knew you weren't feeling well?
I pick you up and take you back to bed, pulling the comforter over your shoulders.
"No, Kurapika. I'd rather feel you wrapped around my body."
I do just that. I crawl into bed and hold you.
"No," you say. "Take off your shirt. I want to feel your skin against mine."
I smile. Nothing sounds better.
I pull my shirt off, folding it and placing it on the foot of the bed. I return to you, pulling you close to my chest. I kiss your shoulder while running my fingers up and down your arm.
"That feels...so good. Can we just stay like this forever?" you say.
I kiss your neck, pressing my tongue hard against your skin. You turn until you're facing me, rolling me onto my back. You climb on top of me. A moan escapes my throat when I feel you grind your hips against mine. You run your hand down my torso, slipping it under my pants.
I throw my head back. "Ahh...uhh...(Y/N)...ohh..."
You peel my pants off, along with yours. You take me into your hand again...and...
"(Y/N), stop. I want to wait until we're married."
"Fuck that. You've already made me wait almost three months."
You proceed to stroke me up and down. I have to admit, you are correct. It has been too long. I feel your penis against mine and I almost lose it. You take them both into your hand. Using our precum as lubricant, you move your hand up and down, increasing the speed until we both explode on each other.
You fall on top of me. It doesn't take you long to recover. I gently run my nails up and down your back. Your moans get softer and softer until you fall asleep. You're wearing the same peaceful look you wore last night. Is it because you feel at peace with me around? If that's the case, then I'm never leaving you again.
I roll you back to your side of the bed. I get up and walk to the bathroom. I notice your bag on the floor as I grab a handful of washcloths. I laugh. You leave this thing everywhere. I pick it up and tuck it away in our closet.
You're snoring softly as I clean you with the washcloths. Whatever ailment you have, it's a strange one. One minute, you are regurgitating, the next, you are all over me...treating my body like it's the only medicine that will work for you.
I'm reading my book when I hear you walk out of our bedroom. I look up to check the time. You've been sleeping all day.
"Kurapika?"
I place a bookmark into my book and close it while pulling my foot off of the coffee table.
"Good evening, (Y/N). Feeling better?"
Panic crosses your face. "Kurapika, where's my bag? I had it in the bathroom." Your hands are shaking.
I get up from the couch and walk to our room. I can hear you breathe heavily as you follow me.
I open the door to our closet. "It's right here." I pick it up and you snatch it from my hand. I jump back. "(Y/N)? Are you okay?"
You clench your jaw. "Why do you have to be such a clean freak? Fuck. Just leave my stuff alone."
You walk away, leaving me dumbfounded.
One month later
You scratch the back of your head as you approach me. "Kurapika...uh...can you give me some more money?"
I tilt my head to the side. "Already?"
You drop your hand to your side. "Yeah, I uh...I thought it'd be nice to donate to the animal shelter. You know...to save the puppies."
I notice you're not making eye contact with me.
I lean back against the couch cushion, reaching into my pocket. I pull my wallet out and hand it to you.
"You really are in the giving mood, aren't you? Just last week you donated to the children's hospital."
You grab my wallet. "Yeah. You know what they say. Give, and you shall receive in double."
You run to the front door. I watch as you slide your shoes on. You slip out of our apartment, once again, forgetting to give me a goodbye kiss.
Later that evening
I walk into our room where you've been spending most of your time. "(Y/N), I'm going to pick something up for dinner. Would you like to accompany me?"
You shake your head. "Nah. Just get me whatever."
I turn and shut the door. I've given up on our goodbye kisses.
I walk to the restaurant with my head down.
After ordering, I reach into my pocket for my wallet. I hit my forehead with the palm of my hand.
"I'm so sorry," I tell the cashier. "My boyfriend has my wallet."
She smiles. "It's fine, Mr. Kurta. You can pay for it next time."
I bow. "Thank you. I appreciate your kindness."
When I arrive home, you're nowhere to be found. I see your shoes next to the front door so I know you haven't left.
"(Y/N)?" I call out while setting our dinner on the kitchen counter.
I walk out to the balcony. You're not there.
The bathroom door is open. You're not in there either.
It's not a huge apartment. There's only so many places you can be.
I walk back into our bedroom. I notice the light is on in our closet. I stand in front of the door.
"(Y/N)? Are you in there?"
You don't answer.
I kick the door down. I immediately pull my phone from my pocket and call for an ambulance.
I watch while the paramedic injects you with medication. You immediately open your eyes and thrash around the floor.
"What did you give him?" I say, worried about your response to the medication.
Nobody wants to give me answers.
When we make it to the hospital, the nurses tie your wrists down to the bed.
"Why is he acting like this?" I say.
Still...no answers.
It's not until we finally make it to a room when a doctor pulls me aside.
He shakes my hand and introduces himself.
I can feel the perspiration on my forehead.
"Please. Can you tell me what's wrong with (Y/N)?" I beg.
He shakes his head. "To put it simply...he overdosed."
I'm taken aback. "I'm sorry...you must have him mixed up with a different patient."
"I know it's difficult to hear, but..."
My ears fail me. I see the doctor's lips move, but I can't hear what he's saying.
I wipe the tears away from my eyes. I didn't even realize I was crying.
"I'm sorry...what was that?" I say.
He takes a deep breath, annoyed with me. "I'll have his nurse explain everything to you."
And he walks away.
I pace the hallway.
Instead of walking back inside your room, I sit on the floor next to the door.
"Want some company?"
I look up. Relief flows through my veins when I see Leorio. He sits on the floor next to me. I rest my head on his shoulder. "Leorio, the doctor told me (Y/N) overdosed. That can't be true, right?"
He pulls one knee up to his chest and extends his other leg out in front of him. He doesn't say anything.
I'm starting to feel like I don't exist. My own best friend doesn't want to give me any answers either.
He pushes me off his shoulder and ruffles my hair. "I work here. They'll give me answers." He stands up. "Hang tight, Kurapika."
I wait with my head between my knees. I feel like I'm walking through a field of snow. Nothing but white...making it difficult to tell which direction to go.
Minutes pass.
"Wanna chat?" Leorio says.
He helps me to my feet and walks me to an empty office.
I sit in the chair in front of him.
Leorio explains everything to me. My jaw drops when I realize all the signs were right in front of me. Your unusual sleep patterns, nausea and vomiting, mood swings, and your poor excuses for needing money. I just willingly gave you money whenever you asked. Love truly is blind.
"Leorio, what was that medication they gave (Y/N) that made him act violently?"
"Narcan. It reverses the effects of an opioid overdose. Patients tend to act violently because their high is taken away."
"What now?"
He props his legs up on the desk. "Once (Y/N)'s medically stable, they'll transfer him to a rehab clinic. But...he's going to want the help."
I slouch. "I'm...scared."
He pulls his legs back and places his feet back on the floor. "You're scared? Imagine (Y/N). I'm sure he's scared as hell right now." He rolls his chair back and stands up. "Come on. He needs to know you're here."
Leorio walks me back to your room. "Thank you, Leorio."
He pats me on my shoulder. "Hey, don't mention it. I'm here for you guys."
I bow in front of him.
Once he turns to leave, I take a deep breath. I open the door and notice the curtain is drawn closed. Someone is in the room with you. I stand there and listen to what's going on.
"Ugh! You peed all over yourself again!" the nurse says.
"Untie me, please," you say.
"Why? So you can pull your IV out again?" she asks you, frustration evident in her voice.
My heart sinks to my stomach. Why is she treating you so poorly?
I pull open the curtain and walk toward your bed.
A look of shock crosses her face. She obviously didn't know I was listening.
"You can treat him with kindness, you know? He's a human being, like you and me."
She rolls her eyes. "Are you going to watch him and make sure he doesn't mess with the equipment?"
"Absolutely. In fact, if you give me clean linens and soap, I'll wash him."
"Thank Kami! I'll be right back."
"Thank you." I walk closer to you. Before the nurse has the chance to leave the room, I turn back around. "I know you're judging him because of his diagnosis. I just want you to know...(Y/N) is a wonderful person. He just made a mistake. Don't we all?"
She doesn't say anything back to me as she leaves the room.
I go ahead and release you from those stupid restraints.
I wrap my arms around you, burying my face into your chest. I rock us back and forth.
"I thought I lost you," I say.
I pull away, combing your disheveled hair with my fingers. You stare at nothing, expressionless.
The nurse returns and sets a basin filled with supplies next to the sink.
"Let's get you cleaned up," I say, walking toward the sink. I turn on the faucet and wait until the water heats up.
I squirt soap into the basin and fill it with warm water. I pick it up and place it on your bedside table. I grab the linens and walk back to you.
I unsnap your hospital gown. I wring out a washcloth and place it on your back, using long strokes to wash you.
You remain silent while I give you a bedbath.
I grab the cheap piece of plastic they call a comb and use it to take out the tangles in your hair.
"I never called you because my phone broke the morning after I spoke with you. And the country I was in didn't have phones. That's why I never called you back," I say. "I've been meaning to tell you, but...you never gave me the chance."
I tie the clean gown behind your neck. Once I finish changing your linens, I cover you with a warm blanket. You lay down and fall asleep.
I sit next to the window while you sleep. I watch as people go about their day. Our situation is not unique; however, that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt. In fact, it hurts so much, the simple act of breathing is difficult.
"Kurapika?"
You jolt up in bed, looking around for me. I stand up and walk toward you.
I place my hand on your shoulder. "I'm here, my love. Do you need something?"
You still won't make eye contact with me.
"I...I gotta piss," you say, face flushed.
I assist you to the restroom.
Once you're safely back in bed, I offer you some water. You gulp it down, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.
I press my lips against your forehead. "I love you, (Y/N)." I lay my hand on top of yours. "I want you to know, I don't think less of you."
You hang your head, fumbling with the blanket. "Even though...I cheated on you?"
My ears keep failing me. I could have sworn you said you cheated on me.
I rub my ears. "What...did...you...say?"
Your eyes finally meet mine. They are filled with tears. Once you blink, the tears fall down your cheeks.
"I...cheated on you."
Afraid I might fall, I sit on the bed next to you. I look away, not wanting you to see me cry. So many questions flood my brain, but somehow, I'm able to remain quiet.
Silence fills the room. I clench my eyes shut, feeling a whirlwind of emotions. Not only did I find out the man I gave my heart to is a drug user, but...a disloyal person as well.
I feel so ashamed. I know I'm not perfect, but do I deserve to have my heart crushed? We were supposed to get married. Or maybe you just gave me that ring to distract me.
"With...who?" I say, voice hoarse.
"My dealer's brother." You grip your hair. "I don't even know his name. I wouldn't blame you for leaving."
And that's exactly what I do. I stand up and walk out of your room. I don't even look back.
(Y/N)
They have no idea that two hearts desperately want to become one.
I sob into my hands, tears dripping through my fingers. Those two hearts finally became one, and now...I can feel the pulling at my heart as they separate.
Even if I shot up right now, the pain would still be there.
Nothing will ever take this pain away. Nothing except...
I quickly wipe away my tears as my nurse walks in.
"Where's your friend?" she says.
"Oh, he had to leave. But...you don't have to tie me to the bed again. I'll behave...I promise."
"Okay...I trust you." She hands me a small cup.
I stare at the two pills before swallowing them with water.
"What were those for?" I say, not that I really care.
"One is to stabilize your blood pressure and the other is to help you with withdrawal symptoms."
Withdrawal symptoms. I sound like a real winner.
"Am I obligated to stay here or can I sign myself out?"
She shakes her head. "You have to stay a minimum of seventy-two hours. After that, it's up to the doctor."
She leaves before I have the opportunity to ask more questions.
People treat you differently when they find out you're an addict. They act like it's a choice and it's my fault for getting addicted. I get it, I do. But we don't just wake up one day and decide to give drugs a try. For me, it was a last resort. I thought Kurapika was dead.
I fall back into the bed. I hurt him. He's walking around with a broken heart because of me. I don't deserve to live.
I notice the blood pressure machine next to my bed. Multiple wires hang from it. Hmmm...
Kurapika
I walk down an alley on my way home. I immediately notice the two of them, sitting against the wall with their eyes closed.
I kick one of them in the leg. "Get up!"
They quickly open their eyes. "Shit...it's the hunter!" one of them says as they stand to their feet.
The one with long hair stares at me with widened eyes. "We promise...we weren't using! Just taking a nap."
"I don't care what you do with your lives. I only care about (Y/N). Which one of you sold drugs to him?"
He waves his hands in front of me. "That was Tilly. We can tell you where she lives."
They give me her address and I run to her building.
The doorman offers me his assistance, but I ignore him. I run up the stairs to Tilly's floor.
I pound on her door. A tall blonde man lets me in.
"Where's Tilly?" I say through gritted teeth.
He smiles. "Hello to you, too, handsome."
I scowl at him. "Now is not the time. I need to find a woman named Tilly."
He uses his height in an attempt to intimidate me. "Who's asking?"
"Who I am is none of your concern. All you need to know is that I am a hunter. I'll make sure she never destroys another life again."
He crosses his arms over his chest. "A hunter, huh? Where's your license?"
I ignore him and walk down the hallway. I stop when I reach the door at the end. I place my hand on the doorknob. It doesn't want to turn.
I'm tempted to just kick the door down. Instead, I knock. She has five seconds to open the damn door.
Five...four...three...two...
The door swings open. Her face brightens when she sees me. She motions for me to enter her bedroom. "Kurapika! You're back!"
How does she...
Right...
(Y/N).
The annoying man I met seconds ago enters the bedroom.
"Wait...this is Kurapika? (Y/N)'s boyfriend?"
It suddenly hits me and I feel sick to my stomach.
I turn around to face him. I pull back my arm and extend it forward using full force.
He falls to the floor. I pull him up using his collar, punching his face again. "So you knew (Y/N) had a boyfriend?"
He covers his face with his hands. "I...I'm sorry. We were high. I only gave him a blowjob...I swear."
The sound of Tilly's piercing screams fill the apartment.
My hand is covered in this bastard's blood and all I want to do is kill him.
But I don't. He's not worth it.
I release him. "You think you're in pain? Imagine the pain I'm feeling inside my chest."
I turn around to find Tilly. She's gone. But where did she go? I didn't see her leave the bedroom.
I walk around her room. My head turns toward the closet. The gun she's holding is pointed directly at me.
"Take one more step and I'll shoot." she says.
"Just shoot him, Tilly!" the pathetic excuse for a human being shouts, too weak to move.
I can't help but laugh.
It doesn't take me long to conjure my chains. I release my dowsing chain from my ring finger, pulling my arm back and releasing it towards Tilly. It hits her forehead and she falls down, dropping the gun. I run to her, turning her onto her stomach.
I reach into my pocket for my handcuffs. I grab her wrists.
"You're under arrest for possession with intent to sell controlled substances. You're also under arrest for attempted murder."
I fasten the handcuffs on her wrists.
"Wait...what? Attempted murder?"
I lock the handcuffs. "That's correct. You held a gun to me. Not to mention, (Y/N) almost died of an overdose."
She buries her face into the carpet and wails. "No...no...no...not (Y/N)! Is he okay?"
I don't waste my time answering her. "Get up!"
She pulls her knees to her chest and sits on the floor, facing me. The bitch has the audacity to spit on me. "Fuck you! You know what (Y/N) told me? He said he didn't deserve you. Now that I've met you...I realize he has it backward. It's you who doesn't deserve him."
I cross my arms, pretending her words don't bother me. "Will you get up already?"
I wait for the police to arrive.
I smile at Tilly and her brother as they are escorted out. "Have fun in prison."
I run back to the hospital to see you.
I want you to know I forgive you.
I want to spend the rest of my life with you.
I want us to share the same last name.
I want to raise a family with you.
I push open the door to your hospital room, excitement running through my veins.
I draw the curtain back. Using all the air inside of my lungs, I scream. I run to your side, unwrapping the cord from your neck. I lay you back in bed, pressing the code blue button on the wall. Nobody is coming so I immediately start CPR.
Less than thirty seconds later, the room is flooded with people. I allow the professionals to take over, watching from a distance. A piece of paper falls to the floor as I pass the bedside table. I pick it up and read it.
I'm sorry, Kurapika.
Now you don't have to love a loser.
Love,
(Y/N)
I fall to my knees. I've never been one to pray out loud, but I do. I stand on my knees with my hands clasped, praying they'll be able to revive you.
I close my wet eyes. A vision of you appears in my head. A beautiful vision of you smiling. Will I ever see that smile again?
Someone taps me on my shoulder.
"I'm sorry."
I don't have enough strength to look at the person in front of me. All of the air rushes out of my lungs and I fall to the ground.
"Kurapika? Are you okay?"
The tapping is now shoving as they roll me onto my back. "Open your eyes!"
I refuse. I'll remain here until someone tells me you're okay. And if they tell me otherwise, I'll simply block the words from entering my brain.
"Hey, Kurapika..." you say as we step out of Kawaguchiko Station. "You know we're about thirty minutes away from Aokigahara Forest?"
I furrow my brow. "Yeah? You don't actually want to go there, do you?"
You shrug your shoulders. "Nah. I just feel bad for the lost souls in there." You look at your feet. "I'm sure they had their reasons for taking their lives. I mean...that's probably where I would go...if I ever lost you."
My jaw tightens as I suppress the urge to punch you. I grab your chin, forcing you to look at me. "Don't you ever speak or even think those words again...do you hear me?"
You step back, fear evident in your eyes. I didn't mean to scare you, but...
"You can't think like that, (Y/N). You already know Emperor Time is shortening my lifespan. What will you do then?"
Tears well up in your eyes. "I'm sorry, Kurapika. I just think...my major organs would cease to function if you left this planet. I wouldn't even make it to the forest."
I grip your hair and stare into your eyes. I can't argue with you. I'd feel the same way if I lost you. Even so, I can't allow you to think like this.
"(Y/N), promise me. Promise me you'll continue to take care of yourself when I'm gone."
"Only if you promise me the same thing."
I loosen my grip on your hair and use my hand to pull your head closer to mine until our lips meet. Damn it...why can't I just say it already? What am I so afraid of? It's obvious you feel the same way about me.
I don't use words to tell you. Instead, I kiss you with ferocity, letting you know how much I love you. Mmm...if your kiss was a color, it would be blue. Cool and refreshing...like a dip in the ocean on a hot day. Tranquil...like a clear sky. And finally, sweet with a hint of tartness. Like berries.
We break away, breathing heavily. I rest my forehead against yours. "(Y/N), I..."
I take a step back and reach out for your hand. Our fingers intertwine. "I...I think we should get going now."
Whoever is shaking me keeps insisting that I open my eyes.
I give in and open them. "Gon? What are you doing here?" I sit up and look around the room. It's...empty. Even your bed is gone. "Where's (Y/N)?"
Gon takes my hands into his. "They transferred him to the ICU."
I take in a deep breath, refilling my lungs. "So...he's okay?"
Gon smiles. "Yes. You saved his life."
I throw myself into his arms, relief washing over me. "Thank you, Gon. But...what on earth were you apologizing for?"
He wraps his arms around me. "Oh, you were praying, and I felt sorry for interrupting you."
I laugh. Why am I laughing? "You practically scared me to death."
He laughs with me. "Sorry about that. You scared me, too."
I pull away, wiping the tears away from my eyes. "When can we see (Y/N)?"
Gon and I walk towards your new room. Leorio and Killua are waiting next to the glass sliding door.
I look through the glass to get a better view of you. Leorio pulls me towards him, covering my eyes with his other hand.
"Hey, before you walk in there and freak out, I want you to know he's okay. The ventilator is breathing for him, but I doubt he'll need it for long. His doctor thinks you caught (Y/N) at the right moment."
My friend knows me too well. I would have panicked as soon as I saw the ventilator.
I turn away and slide open the door to your room. I rush over to you, taking your hand into mine. Even though Leorio warned me, my heart still sinks to my stomach. I did this to you. Even though you supported me, I shouldn't have put my needs before yours. You thought I died, didn't you? I can't blame you for what you did. Even so, you made a promise to me.
I watch your chest rise as the ventilator pushes air into your lungs. I cover my face with my right hand and cry...no...sob into it. I slouch forward, desperately wanting to take you into my arms.
"(Y/N), I know the road ahead of us is as long as Snake Way, but I'm willing to take it. I want you to know I love you, and we'll get through this."
I uncover my eyes and look down at my left hand. You're trying to spin the ring you gave me around my finger.
(Y/N)
I hate that Kurapika is watching me go through this, but he insists on staying. He found the best rated rehabilitation center for me and I promised him I'll do whatever it takes to get better. I can't believe he still wants to be with me after what I did to him.
After they extubated me, I opened my eyes and saw Kurapika through blurry vision. I rubbed my eyes, thinking I died and I went to Heaven. But that wasn't the case. I just have the greatest boyfriend in the world.
They keep telling me I won't die from the withdrawal symptoms, but it sure as hell feels like it.
Kurapika places a cool washcloth over my head. "Hey, do you need the basin again?"
I feel so disgusting. As soon as I throw up in the basin, Kurapika cleans it out. If I piss myself, he is quick to clean me up.
"They have staff here who get paid to do that. Go home. Get some rest," I say, washing my face with the cloth.
He shakes his head. "Absolutely not. Besides, I believe our vows will include, 'in sickness and in health.'"
I drop the cloth, staring at Kurapika. I can feel our hearts become one again. Only this time, they are being held together by chains. Meaning, nothing will ever come between us again.
Six months later
Kurapika and I stare at the threshold of our front door.
I clear my throat. "So...am I supposed to carry you over the threshold?"
"Or...I can carry you," Kurapika says.
We continue to stare at it.
Kurapika finally grabs me and carries me into our new home, kicking the door shut behind him.
"That wasn't fair!" I say. "I was gonna do it."
He places me back on my feet and we stare at each other.
I still can't believe this man belongs to me. I put him through hell and he still chose to marry me.
I stole money from him.
I cheated on him.
I lied to him.
I attempted to take my own life, after promising him I'd never do something so stupid.
Yet here we are, standing in the middle of our new two story house, sharing the same last name. I took his, since Kurta has more meaning than mine.
My brain takes me back to the day I was released from rehab.
"I just don't get it, Kurapika. You can have any guy you want. Why do you choose to love a loser?"
He sits down next to me on the couch, taking some of my hair in between his fingers.
"First of all, you're not a loser. And second, did I ever tell you that you were the first person who made me laugh? That feeling was so nice, I found myself craving more of it."
I roll my eyes. "C'mon. You used to be around Gon and Killua all the time. I'm sure they made you laugh."
"Yes, but not the way you do."
"So...you think I'm funny? Is that really why you're still with me?"
He kisses my lips. "Of course not. You saved me, (Y/N)." He kisses my jawline. "When we first met, I was in such a dark place in my life. I know I wasn't the most pleasant person to be around yet...you never stood me up or ignored my texts."
I laugh. "Even though you ignored mine!"
He buries his face in my shoulder and laughs with me. His laughter echoes throughout my soul. I didn't even say anything funny.
He stops laughing and smiles at me. "I'm so sorry about that."
No, I want to hear him laugh again. Dammit...why can't I come up with a good joke?
"Hey, Kurapika. One of your books fell on my head. I've got only my-shelf to blame!"
He rolls off of me and falls to the floor. He holds his abdomen while laughing.
Okay...he truly does love me. That joke was cornier than any of Leorio's, and it still made him laugh.
I fall to the floor to laugh with him. It would be impossible to make a potion or spell for the love I feel for Kurapika.
I grab his waist and pull him closer to me. I run my hands up his arms, over his shoulders, and stop at his neck. I press my lips over his. Now that we're finally alone, I can kiss him the way I want. The way he deserves.
"Damn...I love you," I whisper against his lips.
He wraps his arms around my shoulders, steadying himself.
"How much, Mr. Kurta?" he says.
The sound of his voice calling me by my new name goes through my ears and travels down my spine. Instead of answering, I give him a playful smile.
Wanting to start our new lives together right away, we decided against a traditional honeymoon. I had our first night all planned out. A bottle of champagne sits on the bedside table along with two glasses. Candles surround the room. Too many to count. I realized that someone would need to light those candles, and that would take time away from my new husband.
Needless to say, we skipped those things and headed straight to our bed. The smell of fresh paint fills the room. As we tear off each other's suits, I think about how badly I want to replace that smell with the scent of Kurapika.
I take my time preparing Kurapika. Now that we're married, I want to explore him like it's our first time. I keep my eyes locked on his.
He relaxes as I press myself inside of him. Oh...wow...I can't believe he really belongs to me! I kept telling myself we would be married one day, and now here we are, making love as husband and husband.
He closes his eyes as I find the perfect rhythm for him. I softly kiss each of his eyelids.
"Keep them open for me," I say.
He obeys, revealing his scarlet eyes. They are considered one of the seven most beautiful colors in the world, but I have to disagree. They are number one to me. His eyes must have put me in a trance because he's rolling me over onto my back. A smile forms on my face as I watch him take control. His beautiful muscles flex as he rides me. I press my hands against his hard chest. He takes one of them and slides it down...down...until I reach his erection. I gladly take it into my hand and stroke him.
His muscles clench around me. He's close. I spin him around so I'm back on top. My lips find his neck and I gently suck on his skin, leaving a trail of small love bites.
"(Y/N), my love, let's come together," he whispers.
I press my lips against his ear. "I'm ready."
I have to squeeze my eyes shut to accommodate my other heightened senses. The sound of his voice moaning my name, the masculine scent of him, the taste of his mouth, and...
His touch. The feel of his hands gripping my shoulder blades mixed with the way his muscles are milking me intensifies my orgasm. My body shudders as I explode into him. I collapse, not ever wanting to leave this perfect spot.
Our bed is a mess of limbs. I gasp for air while wiping the tears from my eyes.
Kurapika wraps his arms around me. "Why are you crying?"
I clench my teeth, hating myself for being so emotional.
"I...I'm just so thankful. If you didn't save me when you did, I'd be dead. I had no idea the future would be so fucking amazing."
He touches my cheek and turns my face until our eyes lock. "I'll always be here to save you. Always."
For our one year anniversary, I snuck out of the house to do some grocery shopping. Kurapika and usually go together, but I don't want him to see the ingredients that I have in the cart. I plan on cooking him a special dinner.
I push my cart to the produce department.
"(Y/N)?"
I put down the sweet potato in my hand. I look over my shoulder and immediately spin the rest of my body around.
"Tilly?"