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[September 5] [Hunter x Hunter] Replacement
Title: Replacement
Day/Theme: September 5th -- a winter morning like any other
Series: Hunter x Hunter
Character/Pairing: Shalnark, Kuroro, Medochin
Rating: PG
Takes place pre-series, post-attack on the Kuruta tribe
Kuroro woke slowly to the soft sound of keys tapping and the heavy scent of winter in the air. He unobtrusively took in his surroundings. The air was unnaturally warm and dry, suggesting the presence of snow outside; Shalnark, the ridiculous stray who had somehow managed to worm his way into an honorary position on the Genei Ryodan, was sitting in the chair next to the bed; judging by the pressure in his head, several hippopotami had taken up residence in Kuroro’s sinus cavities.
“You chose a horrible time to get the flu, Dancho,” Shalnark chirped. Hn. That would explain the hippopotami.
“Paku’s with Machi and Feitan, finishing up the mission,” Shalnark informed him. That would explain why Pakunoda wasn’t there. Kuroro could feel the gap she had left behind, and it made him feel a little more lonely (or perhaps the flu was just making him sentimental).
“I’ve been giving them orders on what to do,” Shalnark continued, and Kuroro was suddenly struck by the fact that his Spiders were so used to Shalnark relaying his messages that Shalnark could, conceivably, replace him as the head without any of them realizing.
Something of that thought must have shown in his eyes, because Shalnark laughed and informed him that, “I have no intention of replacing you, and if I have really overstepped my bounds then you have my full permission to kill me, but only after you’ve regained your strength.” The look in Shalnark’s eye broached no question, and Kuroro once again wondered who exactly was Dancho here.
Then Shalnark said, “Medochin is dead,” and the bottom dropped out of his stomach. “We believe a member of the Zyaoldyeck family killed her.” Kuroro closed his eyes and he could see the winsome smile, curling dark blue hair, and little silver bells sewn to the hems of her skirts.
“I’ve been working on a list of replacements,” Shalnark said, turning his laptop to face Kuroro. It was so practical and so heartless.
“And I’ve been working on her requiem,” Shalnark added more softly. “I’ve already sent out the invitations. A party with streamers and funny hats; I think she’d like that. It’s in three days, so you’d better get well soon.” Shalnark stood up and headed towards the kitchen. “I’ll get you some soup.”
Kuroro’s eyes passed over the profiles and photographs displayed on the laptop’s screen, and realized that he didn’t need Shalnark’s list to make his decision, after all.
Day/Theme: September 5th -- a winter morning like any other
Series: Hunter x Hunter
Character/Pairing: Shalnark, Kuroro, Medochin
Rating: PG
Takes place pre-series, post-attack on the Kuruta tribe
Kuroro woke slowly to the soft sound of keys tapping and the heavy scent of winter in the air. He unobtrusively took in his surroundings. The air was unnaturally warm and dry, suggesting the presence of snow outside; Shalnark, the ridiculous stray who had somehow managed to worm his way into an honorary position on the Genei Ryodan, was sitting in the chair next to the bed; judging by the pressure in his head, several hippopotami had taken up residence in Kuroro’s sinus cavities.
“You chose a horrible time to get the flu, Dancho,” Shalnark chirped. Hn. That would explain the hippopotami.
“Paku’s with Machi and Feitan, finishing up the mission,” Shalnark informed him. That would explain why Pakunoda wasn’t there. Kuroro could feel the gap she had left behind, and it made him feel a little more lonely (or perhaps the flu was just making him sentimental).
“I’ve been giving them orders on what to do,” Shalnark continued, and Kuroro was suddenly struck by the fact that his Spiders were so used to Shalnark relaying his messages that Shalnark could, conceivably, replace him as the head without any of them realizing.
Something of that thought must have shown in his eyes, because Shalnark laughed and informed him that, “I have no intention of replacing you, and if I have really overstepped my bounds then you have my full permission to kill me, but only after you’ve regained your strength.” The look in Shalnark’s eye broached no question, and Kuroro once again wondered who exactly was Dancho here.
Then Shalnark said, “Medochin is dead,” and the bottom dropped out of his stomach. “We believe a member of the Zyaoldyeck family killed her.” Kuroro closed his eyes and he could see the winsome smile, curling dark blue hair, and little silver bells sewn to the hems of her skirts.
“I’ve been working on a list of replacements,” Shalnark said, turning his laptop to face Kuroro. It was so practical and so heartless.
“And I’ve been working on her requiem,” Shalnark added more softly. “I’ve already sent out the invitations. A party with streamers and funny hats; I think she’d like that. It’s in three days, so you’d better get well soon.” Shalnark stood up and headed towards the kitchen. “I’ll get you some soup.”
Kuroro’s eyes passed over the profiles and photographs displayed on the laptop’s screen, and realized that he didn’t need Shalnark’s list to make his decision, after all.