Your Eyes ||Kurapika x Reader||

Thirty Eight || Your Eyes

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Outside, the night was settling fast. I liked the peace and the silence of the countryside, with its fading alpenglow and darkling view of the ocean. My country, I thought. The mottled lights from across the other bank beamed on the water, reminding me of Van Gogh's Starlight Over the Rhone. Very autumnal, very beginning of a school year, very Indian summer, and as always at Indian summer twighlight, the lingering mix of unfinished summer business with unfinished homework and always the illusion of summer months ahead, which wears itself out no sooner than the sun has set.

As I write this, I can't help but stare at the hypnotic gemstone which lies on the ring finger of my left hand; my wedding ring.

It was a rather unusual ring. Contrary to an average diamond, it was a rich red colour. A ruby. He apparently found it fitting, considering everything we'd been through. I could still remember the exact day two and a half years ago when he got down on one knee and proposed to me officially. A smile made its way to my lips as I recalled the sweet look in his eyes as he grinned at me that day,  loose hairstrands slipping out of his messy manbun and falling in front of his forehead.

Oh, how I've always loved looking at his eyes. A vivid recollection suddenly occured to me; it was a memory of, God knows how many years ago, when Kurapika and I were still working under the Nostrade family name. It was not a legation to tracking down a pair of Scarlet Eyes but instead a mandatory job of assassination of another enemy clan in order to protect Neon. I could still remember how his eyes changed when he activated his Emperor's Time in order to fight. Dark and metallic, his eyes were. It was one of the first thing I noticed about him. His beautiful, angelic, gray-blue pupils filled with curiosity and determination. Even then, as I stared into them as they glew brightly like a pair of rubies filled with hatred. However inappropraite it may have been to recall such happy memories at a time like that, I couldn't help but notice the same stare of the sweet boy I first met in those eyes. Looking into the Scarlet Eyes I could still see the boy I had befriended, the boy I trained with, the boy I stayed with, the boy I fought with, the boy who was there for me and the boy who I grew to love.

His eyes hold a different feeling now. They showed less innocence, less purity. But I can still recognise the one I fell for in those admirable rose pupils. I can still recall the events of our first meeting. A much happier memory, one that filled me with bliss- the Hunter exam. How long had it been since we met? Six years. Six years worth of memories I had with him.

Then I thought of the time we drove through York New, early in the afternoon, along the magnificent streets of Hanmatten to this rickety antique mansion on a beautiful hill that I hoped would remind us both of the time we shared a dance at the great ball, and of Van Gogh's starry nights, and of the day where we sat on the embankment of the river and kissed after confessing, and of the first night we made love as a gift of gratitude to the other. I imagined being in that car again, having meaningless conversation whilst still being lost deep in thought, pondering the question that I never would have the courage to ask him. And then, it would finally dawn on us both that he was more me than I had ever been myself, because when he became me and I became him in bed so many years ago, he was and would forever remain, long after every forked road in life had done its work, my soulmate.

In the months we'd been thrown together in that job, our lives had scarcely touched, but we had crossed to the other bank, where time stops and heaven reaches down to earth and gives us that ration of what is from birth divinely ours. We looked the other way. We spoke about everything but. But we've always known, and not saying anything now confirmed it all the more. We had found the stars, you and I, Kurapika. And this is given once only.

Just now, as I write this final page, he calls my name from the other room. The others will be here soon, he said.

Yes. My friends, no, my family. I had not seen them since the last Christmas the five of us had spent together here in our home in my village. I can't help but feel my stomach flutter with joy at the thought that I'd once again be seeing them once again. Gon and Killua had grown far taller than me during the years that they were away. They were both eighteen now, I was certainly looking forward to hearing the extravagant stories they must have about when they travelled the world together. And Leorio too, he rarely had time to spare from his work at his hospital, but I was eager to catch up with him and learn about his success.

But most of all my excitement revolved around the news I had yet to share with them. I placed a hand over my stomach and smiled.

Kurapika just walked into the room again. Writing out my memories, documenting everything that led me to the place where I am today had me in a deep state of reminiscence. I couldn't help but smile at the man who I now called my husband.

A wry grin plastered across his face when I went to hug him. Sighing while burying my face into his chest, I pulled away and looked into his dark brown eyes. "Your eyes are beautiful. Not because of their colour but because of the world they hold within them."

He cocked his head, laughing quietly at my sudden words. "Why are you telling me this?"

"Because I'm in love with you, idiot."

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Bonus scene (because I couldn't resist not writing their reactions):

"Are you sure you should be walking? Sit down, I'll get the door-"

I cut off Kurapika and told him that it was fine. I wanted to be the one to greet the three that had just arrived and were now waiting just outside the door. I travelled across the living room of our small cottage and opened the rustic door.

There, stood my old friends, Gon, Killua and Leorio. The three were smiling widely; they had changed so much yet still had the same kind auras as when I first met them.

As soon as they saw me, their faces dropped entirely. Leorio's jaw fell to the floor as he immediately realised it. Gon held a blank face for a moment before furrowing his eyebrows and pursing his lips in deep thought before he too met the same conclusion as Leorio. Killua, on the other hand, failed to understand entirely. Instead, he snorted and took his hands out of the pockets in his corduroy trousers and held them over his stomach to ease his laughter.

"Looks like you sure put on some weight since last year," He wheezed, his chain necklaces clinking together as he moved back and forth with laughter. "You really let yourself go, (Y/N)."

I didn't respond as I was too busy trying to contain my own laughter. "Killua, that's not what..." Gon trailed off, running his hand through his slicked back hair while trying to find the words to explain to his friend while he just continued to laugh.

And then, finally, Leorio snapped back into reality, yelling at the top of his voice, "Your prengant!?"

I slapped a hand over my mouth as I laughed way too hard at Killua who went completely red at the older man's statement. The three boys began yelling their congratulations and also yet bombarding me with questions at the same time. Bliss welled up inside me as I found myself feeling extremely joyous in the moment while I laughed at their astounded faces.

Before I could say anything, I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked up to see the blonde himself. Kurapika smiled at the three and told them to come in.

We settled down around the small dining table as Leorio poured the prepared tea for us all. While Kurapika gave the others the details, my eyes lingered on the photograph hung up on the wall- it was the photo of the sky. The same one that Enri used to hug to sleep each night. She would have been happy to hear the news too. I could already picture her shrieks of joy after finding out she was going to be an auntie. 

My train of thought came to a halt as fingers intertwined with my own. I looked down to see Kurapika linking his hand with mine, his chains glistening under the light of the sun. I lifted my gaze to look at his face, my brain blurring out the background noise of the other three talking. He smiled at me.

Oh Kurapika, how your gaze falls on me so undistracted. I've always enjoyed the way you look at me like that. The way you stare at me with so much love, so much affection in your eyes.