[Hunter] A usual love story

01

In nineteen ninety-four.

Kuroro wondered if it was a good decision, given the emptiness he'd been feeling a lot lately.

Kuroro Rushiru, a thief, a murderer, and future leader of the most wanted list, not-yet-notorious Phantom Troupe.He was born on Meteor Street and grew up on Meteor Street. He recently left with the members of the brigade, planning to do a big business.

"I'm eager to see some of the beauties in the world, so please allow me to be a little willful - just treat it as my privilege as the head of the group." Kurolo said.

So, he lied that he was a poet, and came to the territory of the Kuruta tribe alone.

"This gentleman...excuse me, can I do you a favor?"

Kuroro raised his head and saw a teenager with red eyes (literally) hugging the tree trunk.He understood what was going on within two seconds, and stretched out his hand: "Jump down, I will follow you."

The boy fell down.

When the boy opened his eyes in his arms, and the moment he touched the other's eyes, he felt like an addict, falling into a hallucination.Although the beautiful red color disappeared immediately, the original color of the boy's pupils - brown - was not inferior. 'It's beautiful.Time, please stop. ' He was surprised by his Dr. Faustian tone, but felt that such a sentence was not too much to describe his state of mind at this time.

The glib thief took Kurapika by the hand and led him back to the Kuruta gathering place.After that, he coaxed him, his parents, and other people related to Kurapika with a few words, and took him to travel in the outside world.

If Kuroro were to recall the time alone with Kurapika, what he would blurt out would be the pair of smiling eyes on Kurapika's face.They sat in a street coffee shop, talked about Nietzsche and whispered "I want to go to the crowd", talked about Eco and marveled at each other's showmanship, talked about the "Bible" and discussed religion... This feeling is too good , For a moment, Kuroro forgot how time passed—he grew up with piles of garbage, mutilated corpses, endless struggles, firm control over leadership, constant pursuit of ambitions and goals Pursue, not this——the beautiful eyes.Therefore, when the knight-errant called him to say that the Kuruta tribe had been wiped out first by unknown people, it was as if he had just woken up from a dream.

Now he really doesn't know whether it is right or wrong to "run away to the Kuruta tribe alone and abduct a young man".

Kurapika said goodbye to him, and he stuffed his contact information into the opponent's palm and said, "Whenever you contact me, I will show up."Kurapika turned and left, walked a few steps but turned back and ran back into his arms hard, and then left without looking back with a pair of eyes soaked in tears and crimson.

When Kuroro returned to the brigade, Pike told him that there was a rumor outside that "it was the phantom brigade that wiped out the Kuruta tribe", he thought for a moment and said, "That's it."

02

In nineteen ninety-six.

Kurapika wrote letters to Kuroro when he was alone, from one letter a month to one letter a week, and the most frequent time was two or three days.This frequent communication gave him an illusion—he had a feeling of dependence and even attachment to the young man whose face was gradually blurring in his memory.

He never mentioned his state of mind, he only said where he went, who he met, what books he read... He only talked about his life and the innocuous but trivial things related to life, while Crow Lo also obediently never mentioned anything other than that.They don't seem to know anything about the term "Kuruta"—for example, he once wrote a letter describing the town and cheap hotels, but never mentioning anything else—but they both know each other Not so.

That time, he was lying on the bed of a cheap hotel, thinking that the proprietress asked him an extra question when he booked a room just now, "Where are your parents?" ah'.Lying on the bed in the hotel, he saw a spider spinning a web in the corner of the room, and his eyes turned red uncontrollably.He covered his eyes with his hands, thinking that nothing could be worse than this.

However, things backfired, and at the age of 14, on a bed in a certain room of a cheap hotel in this small town, he fell apart unexpectedly.He became aware that his senses were being amplified—the sounds around him were becoming harsh, the smells were becoming unbearable, the lights were becoming harsh—along with fever and uncontrolled desire.Panting rapidly, he struggled to close the window of the room, and dragged his body under the shower head of the bathroom.

He didn't know how long he had been washed by the icy water.When everything returned to normal, he rubbed his fingertips tremblingly, only to realize that the skin on his fingertips had wrinkled.He sneezed loudly and quickly dried himself off with a towel.

Wrapped in a quilt on the bed, he smelled the smell of rain and grass on his body, and recalled the series of reactions just now.

It's wonderful, life is indeed full of worse things - he split into an omega.

After two or three days, he had a fever for a long time due to taking a shower under water.Fortunately, the proprietress found out about his condition when she called him to have breakfast, otherwise he might have passed out with a fever.

The day before he left town, he started writing a letter to Kuroro.He wrote about the weather in the town on the day he settled down, and then met an old man who showed him the way in the town.Then he wrote that the proprietress of the cheap hotel has a kind face and a gentle voice, but unfortunately, her food doesn't like to add salt, and it's always so light that it's not satisfactory.In the end he wrote that he was sick during the few days in the town - this is the most regrettable thing - otherwise he could go here more.

Kurapika really wanted to write more, and even wanted to follow the letter to stand in front of the other party and talk to the other party.But he clearly knew that all this was just an illusion, an illusion of confessing.

In the past two years, he felt more and more that Kuroro's appearance had something to do with Kuruta's genocide, but he couldn't control himself.

Kurapika dropped the letter into the mailbox and embarked on a new journey.

Somewhere on another continent, the brigade had just finished a carnival, a feast.

Kuroro stroked his newly arrived collection like he stroked his lover's skin.Strangely, he seemed unable to get more sensual pleasure from this possession, so he thought of the boy who should have been his living body collection.

He began to write a letter—

"After dark,

Looking down from the cliff,

The flood has covered the stairs,

There are a few dilapidated houses left,

The old men pack their fishing nets,

The children also brought the bedding,

Pack the cabin ahead of time.

Then we sail,

The bow is always straight,

Draw the moon at the end with a mast,

I sit on the bucket,

Shirts that climb walls with their hands,

The confusion of fantasizing about future lovers. "*

03

[-].

Kurapika took out the letter that Kuroro had sent him.

He stared at this piece of paper for so long that he forgot how time passed, and forgot to blink his eyes for so long.After he let out a long sigh, he covered his face with this piece of paper, and lay down on his back in the dense grass, the breath of the grass and his body immediately mixed together.

Regarding the annihilation of the Kuruta tribe three years ago, he has been thinking about it all the time.He considered four possibilities, two of which caused him unspeakable grief.

04

[-].

When Kurapika first arrived in a city, he sent the address to Kuroro, and as he expected, he received a letter within a few days.

It's been a long, long time since they've written a letter—this gradual estrangement of communication and communication started with Kurapika first.In the final analysis, it is the suspicion and contradiction in his heart in the past two years that have prevented him from writing frequently, even if this prevention has brought him pain.

A few months earlier, he had written to Kuroro, trying to talk to him about love.Although when he dropped the letter into the mailbox, he immediately woke up and felt that he was doing something utterly stupid.

So, until now he gave the other party the address to send the letter to.

Kurapika was still packing in his room before going downstairs to take the letter from the innkeeper, because he was about to leave for the 287th Hunter Exam.Originally, he wanted to leave yesterday, but this letter in his heart stopped him.

He opened the envelope, and Kurolo's letter first talked about some trivial and innocuous things, and then he began to talk about the love he understood.

In Kuroro's writing, he may not even realize it, revealing a kind of contempt and mockery.He said he believed in love - but only in people's mouths and words on paper.He also wrote, Kurapika, what is the love you are talking about? Is it human instinct or the uncontrollable instinct.

Kurapika felt that indescribable grief again, and he didn't even notice that the poem attached to the letter fell to the ground.If he finds out, he will see that the poem reads:

"I must be wrong,

Gentle without cicadas,

Even the dark night can't remember the net,

The frivolous woman warmed the wine,

They don't hesitate to choose,

they just hug,

They dance forever.

What am I still thinking about,

Thinking of the stars, the moon and the sun,

When I pray, when I pray, when it doesn't work,

But the sheets were dirty yesterday,

the rest of the way,

I'm not very naughty,

You are not very good at lying. "*

Kurapika wrote back to Kuroro.He tried to tell the other party that he was going to take the 287th hunter exam as easily and simply as talking about the weather.But in the end he couldn't help but wrote, "If possible, I would like to see you very much."