[It's a dark and starry evening when Kurapika and Akira return from their latest outing. As they come to settle in Kurapika's room, yammering and chatting about nothing of consequence, Akira's checking out his freshly furnished room.
A globe of the world, journals and books and sets of fancy pens... Akira moves from shelf to desktop all while shaking an eight ball that only gives one answer: NO.]
You really meant it when you said you've been doing some decorating. Looks nice.
[...After a while, he sets the eight ball down in favor of picking up a bottle of wine. He looks at the wine, looks at Kurapika, and looks at the wine again. The mischievous look on his face says more than his lips ever could, yet they move to ask the obvious question anyway:]
Hey, pretty boy. Why don't we unwind a little and watch the stars?
[Enchanted? Yeah. None of the free gifts they've been given are totally harmless, but that's part of the fun. The last time Akira used something he was given by the powers that be, he was turned into a cat, but he wouldn't exactly call that a bad thing. It was kinda fun, actually, and that's why Akira gathers both bottles and pads over to set them on the sill of the window.]
Yeah, I'm aware. That's why we're drinking them together.
[Perfect solution, flawless logic. Now excuse him while he starts pulling Kurapika's nicely made bed apart and constructs a blanket nest on the floor.]
[ He's busy with opening up the window a bit to let in some fresh air when he hears a bunch of fabric rustling behind him. When he turns, Kurapika immediately frowns. ]
What are you doing? You're getting my blankets dirty.
[ With Pairo on a stormy day, in one of their bedrooms while they read books and laughed with one another all day long.
He pauses, staring at the mess of blankets on the floor as he tries not to get caught up in the memory. Soon enough, the moment passes and he detaches Akira from him as he moves to grab pillows. ]
You could at least grab a few pillows. How else is it going to be comfortable?
[ He has a decent amount of pillows on his bed, and he'll even go grab a couple from the couch too, throwing all of them down onto the little nest for Akira to arrange. If one happens to zoom past his head, too, then call it bad aim. ]
My childhood wasn't that interesting. Don't get too excited over it.
[ Kurapika pulls his jacket off and tosses it onto the couch before kicking off his shoes. If they're going to do this, he's going to make sure he's fully comfortable. ]
[Akira expertly dodges that pillow and adds it to the outer rim of the pile, fluffing them up and placing them just so. With that, his work is complete, and he eagerly pats the blanket pile. Join himmmm.]
Don't be like that. You read a lot as a kid, right? How else did you pass the time?
[ He swings by the windowsill to grab the bottles of wine before he settles down next to Akira, laying the bottles down on the blankets between them. ]
I did, but I also did plenty of exploring. The forest has a lot to see.
[Sorry, Kurapika. Did you think you could get away with not discussing your backstory? Akira pops open one bottle, not paying any particular mind to which of the two he's grabbed, and takes a sip before passing it to Kurapika. Not bad... not bad at all.]
[ He can already feel Akira zeroing in on him here, poised to ask question after question. With a soft sigh, Kurapika decides to go ahead and answer. ]
I did. The Kurta Clan lived isolated, since most people didn't trust us. We weren't allowed to leave the village unless we passed an exam, which included visiting the closest town and making it through that trip without the Scarlet Eyes activating.
[ Kurapika pauses, taking the bottle and thus, a sizable sip. He makes a face as it burns in the back of his throat.
Ugh. Alcohol never gets any easier to ingest. ]
I wasn't lonely or anything, though. I had friends, and we regularly had people from outside the Kurta marry in, so we didn't dwindle in numbers ever.
[...And he wonders if Kurapika ever took that test. If he did, Akira can easily imagine a younger Kurapika with less self-control getting angry and botching it. The idea, which he's absolutely keeping to himself, makes him snort. Don't worry about it.
[This time, Kurapika actually succeeds in smacking him in the face. The pillow falls away and Akira's openly laughing, swatting it back in Kurapika's direction.]
Who are you calling an idiot? It was an honest question.
[Kurapika can hold onto that bottle for now. Akira's opening the other and taking a swig, finding this one a lot less acrid and dry and a fair bit sweeter.]
What was your bestie like? The polar opposite of you, I'm guessing.
[ Well if Akira's taking another swig, then so is he! Kurapika puts the bottle he's still holding to his lips, frowning again as the alcohol travels down his throat as he shoves the pillow back into Akira's face. ]
He was kind, calm, compassionate. He was smart, too, and would always calm me down.
[ Because, believe it or not, Kurapika was rambunctious. Mulling over his thoughts, he finds himself saying more than he normally would. ]
His legs were weak, and his vision grew worse over time... all because he fell off of a cliff when trying to save me from doing the same.
[The fact that Kurapika's speaking in past tense says plenty. Akira doesn't continue to engage in their little pillow fight, but sets the pillow aside in favor of wiggling a little closer and swapping their bottles.]
You keep grimacing. This one's sweeter.
[Well, while they're trading childhood stories—]
I had a lot of friends growing up. That's probably not surprising. I lived in a pretty big city, though. I had everything I wanted close at hand.
[He doesn't intend to brag, of course, and normally Akira wouldn't follow up a story like Kurapika's with one of his own. Normally, Akira wouldn't bring up his childhood regardless.]
[ Oh. Is it that obvious...? He frowns, but reaches out to take that other bottle and let Akira have his. ]
What's surprising is that you're telling me this at all.
[ But he doesn't mind, not at all. In fact, he's glad for it. Resting his weight on one of his hands, he tilts his head to the side slightly. ]
I'm glad that you did. Kids should grow up without want. [ And he means it, as there's not a trace of envy in his voice. ] I had my hardships growing up isolated, but my parents loved me, the rest of the Kurta Clan treated me well, and I had a best friend I really loved.
[He's speaking so... so honestly! Akira's proud, miming the wiping of a tear from his eye, and— wait a second. Why are there actual tears in his eyes???
Akira throws up a hand, a countermeasure to dissuade Kurapika from worrying about the rain falling on Akira's face. He doesn't get it either, man.]
Sorry, I'm just— happy for you. You deserve to be loved. I also... [SUCKS IN LIPS LIKE HE JUST LICKED A LEMON,] Rrrrrrreally like you.
[ Why is he crying!! Why! Kurapika doesn't know how to feel at all in this moment, momentarily feeling as if he's had the blankets they're sitting on pulled right from underneath him. ]
You're so weird.
[ And it's embarrassing him. He grabs that pillow, smacking Akira in the chest with it. ]
The pet name. If he were the kind of guy to hide his face in his hands and blush at something like that, he certainly would be now. Instead, he just grabs that bitter bottle and tips it back further to take a long pull as he feels the tips of his ears grow warm. ]
How is it embarrassing?
[ He's fully confident in his feelings, even if that means his brain sometimes shuts off around Akira. ]
[Oh. Sexy. When Kurapika's had his fill, Akira snaps the bottle back and matches him pull for pull. Frankly, he just needed an excuse to taste Kurapika on the mouth of the bottle.]
It's like this. [flails hands ineffectually, conveying nothing at all] You know? Ugh, wait, that's not it.
It's like... liking someone so much your chest gets all tight whenever you think about them? Catching yourself smiling in the reflection on a window? I've never felt like that before. It's overwhelming.
[ Apologies for being surprised, but the words just slip out without him intending for them to. ]
I've never let myself have feelings for anyone before. [ And it's freeing to finally allow himself this. Scary, but freeing, and he's been enjoying it. ] Still, I'm surprised you like me more than your past girlfriends.
[He knows he wears this mask of his tight, but sometimes Akira impresses himself with the degree to which he's able to hide the more fallible sides of himself. Despite that, and despite the inherent discomfort in letting the mask slip, Kurapika is someone he can trust. If he didn't, he'd be out the door by now, realizing something in this wine is compelling him to honesty.
So be it. Akira helps himself to another long, steady pull, finding the burn more pleasant as intoxication sinks in.]
I didn't know what I wanted, back then. I was just a kid messing around... but it's different with you. You challenge me. You keep me engaged. It helps that you're pretty, but that's not what attracted me to you in the first place. It's that passion you try so hard to hide.
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A globe of the world, journals and books and sets of fancy pens... Akira moves from shelf to desktop all while shaking an eight ball that only gives one answer: NO.]
You really meant it when you said you've been doing some decorating. Looks nice.
[...After a while, he sets the eight ball down in favor of picking up a bottle of wine. He looks at the wine, looks at Kurapika, and looks at the wine again. The mischievous look on his face says more than his lips ever could, yet they move to ask the obvious question anyway:]
Hey, pretty boy. Why don't we unwind a little and watch the stars?
[He gives the bottle an enticing shake.]
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That mischievous look is met with a raised eyebrow as he crosses his room to take the bottle from Akira. ]
You know, the chance that this is enchanted is high. Do you really want to risk it?
[ Kurapika doesn't really know why he's even asking. He knows the answer. ]
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[Enchanted? Yeah. None of the free gifts they've been given are totally harmless, but that's part of the fun. The last time Akira used something he was given by the powers that be, he was turned into a cat, but he wouldn't exactly call that a bad thing. It was kinda fun, actually, and that's why Akira gathers both bottles and pads over to set them on the sill of the window.]
Yeah, I'm aware. That's why we're drinking them together.
[Perfect solution, flawless logic. Now excuse him while he starts pulling Kurapika's nicely made bed apart and constructs a blanket nest on the floor.]
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What are you doing? You're getting my blankets dirty.
[ All over his floor too!!! ]
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You've never made a blanket nest before? If we're going to watch the stars, we should do so in comfort.
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[ With Pairo on a stormy day, in one of their bedrooms while they read books and laughed with one another all day long.
He pauses, staring at the mess of blankets on the floor as he tries not to get caught up in the memory. Soon enough, the moment passes and he detaches Akira from him as he moves to grab pillows. ]
You could at least grab a few pillows. How else is it going to be comfortable?
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[Akira's just dying to hear those childhood stories. Maybe after a few solid swigs of wine?
Seeing Kurapika move to grab the pillows, Akira smiles, getting down on hands and knees to fluff up and round the corners of their neat little nest.]
Add whatever you like. I can grab more pillows from my room if you don't have enough.
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[ He has a decent amount of pillows on his bed, and he'll even go grab a couple from the couch too, throwing all of them down onto the little nest for Akira to arrange. If one happens to zoom past his head, too, then call it bad aim. ]
My childhood wasn't that interesting. Don't get too excited over it.
[ Kurapika pulls his jacket off and tosses it onto the couch before kicking off his shoes. If they're going to do this, he's going to make sure he's fully comfortable. ]
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Don't be like that. You read a lot as a kid, right? How else did you pass the time?
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I did, but I also did plenty of exploring. The forest has a lot to see.
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[Sorry, Kurapika. Did you think you could get away with not discussing your backstory? Akira pops open one bottle, not paying any particular mind to which of the two he's grabbed, and takes a sip before passing it to Kurapika. Not bad... not bad at all.]
What was that like?
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I did. The Kurta Clan lived isolated, since most people didn't trust us. We weren't allowed to leave the village unless we passed an exam, which included visiting the closest town and making it through that trip without the Scarlet Eyes activating.
[ Kurapika pauses, taking the bottle and thus, a sizable sip. He makes a face as it burns in the back of his throat.
Ugh. Alcohol never gets any easier to ingest. ]
I wasn't lonely or anything, though. I had friends, and we regularly had people from outside the Kurta marry in, so we didn't dwindle in numbers ever.
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[...And he wonders if Kurapika ever took that test. If he did, Akira can easily imagine a younger Kurapika with less self-control getting angry and botching it. The idea, which he's absolutely keeping to himself, makes him snort. Don't worry about it.
What slips out, however...]
I'm surprised you had any friends.
[Oops. He didn't mean to say that.]
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Of course I had friends, you idiot.
[ Oops. He didn't mean to add the idiot part there, but he's not going to apologize for it either. ]
I had a best friend I spent most of my time with.
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[This time, Kurapika actually succeeds in smacking him in the face. The pillow falls away and Akira's openly laughing, swatting it back in Kurapika's direction.]
Who are you calling an idiot? It was an honest question.
[Kurapika can hold onto that bottle for now. Akira's opening the other and taking a swig, finding this one a lot less acrid and dry and a fair bit sweeter.]
What was your bestie like? The polar opposite of you, I'm guessing.
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He was kind, calm, compassionate. He was smart, too, and would always calm me down.
[ Because, believe it or not, Kurapika was rambunctious. Mulling over his thoughts, he finds himself saying more than he normally would. ]
His legs were weak, and his vision grew worse over time... all because he fell off of a cliff when trying to save me from doing the same.
[ ... ]
He was a good friend.
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[The fact that Kurapika's speaking in past tense says plenty. Akira doesn't continue to engage in their little pillow fight, but sets the pillow aside in favor of wiggling a little closer and swapping their bottles.]
You keep grimacing. This one's sweeter.
[Well, while they're trading childhood stories—]
I had a lot of friends growing up. That's probably not surprising. I lived in a pretty big city, though. I had everything I wanted close at hand.
[He doesn't intend to brag, of course, and normally Akira wouldn't follow up a story like Kurapika's with one of his own. Normally, Akira wouldn't bring up his childhood regardless.]
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What's surprising is that you're telling me this at all.
[ But he doesn't mind, not at all. In fact, he's glad for it. Resting his weight on one of his hands, he tilts his head to the side slightly. ]
I'm glad that you did. Kids should grow up without want. [ And he means it, as there's not a trace of envy in his voice. ] I had my hardships growing up isolated, but my parents loved me, the rest of the Kurta Clan treated me well, and I had a best friend I really loved.
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[He's speaking so... so honestly! Akira's proud, miming the wiping of a tear from his eye, and— wait a second. Why are there actual tears in his eyes???
Akira throws up a hand, a countermeasure to dissuade Kurapika from worrying about the rain falling on Akira's face. He doesn't get it either, man.]
Sorry, I'm just— happy for you. You deserve to be loved. I also... [SUCKS IN LIPS LIKE HE JUST LICKED A LEMON,] Rrrrrrreally like you.
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You're so weird.
[ And it's embarrassing him. He grabs that pillow, smacking Akira in the chest with it. ]
What's wrong with you? Don't say that so weird!
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[He's fine, see? He's fine! The tears have already dried and there weren't many of them to begin with. No need to get all... tsundere.]
Here, baby. You're acting up. Have another sip of wine.
[He puts his bottle to Kurapika's lips and tips it back. Oops, this is the bitter one.]
But I mean it, you know? I like you a lot. More than I've ever liked anyone. It's kinda... embarrassing, actually.
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The pet name. If he were the kind of guy to hide his face in his hands and blush at something like that, he certainly would be now. Instead, he just grabs that bitter bottle and tips it back further to take a long pull as he feels the tips of his ears grow warm. ]
How is it embarrassing?
[ He's fully confident in his feelings, even if that means his brain sometimes shuts off around Akira. ]
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It's like this. [flails hands ineffectually, conveying nothing at all] You know? Ugh, wait, that's not it.
It's like... liking someone so much your chest gets all tight whenever you think about them? Catching yourself smiling in the reflection on a window? I've never felt like that before. It's overwhelming.
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[ Apologies for being surprised, but the words just slip out without him intending for them to. ]
I've never let myself have feelings for anyone before. [ And it's freeing to finally allow himself this. Scary, but freeing, and he's been enjoying it. ] Still, I'm surprised you like me more than your past girlfriends.
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[He knows he wears this mask of his tight, but sometimes Akira impresses himself with the degree to which he's able to hide the more fallible sides of himself. Despite that, and despite the inherent discomfort in letting the mask slip, Kurapika is someone he can trust. If he didn't, he'd be out the door by now, realizing something in this wine is compelling him to honesty.
So be it. Akira helps himself to another long, steady pull, finding the burn more pleasant as intoxication sinks in.]
I didn't know what I wanted, back then. I was just a kid messing around... but it's different with you. You challenge me. You keep me engaged. It helps that you're pretty, but that's not what attracted me to you in the first place. It's that passion you try so hard to hide.
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