"Ah sorry if I forgot to introduce myself."

Currently I am in the middle of York New, on an empty looking road, with a Kurta in a tuxedo, having nothing but a classy pink and black prom dress, two chakrams fasten in the strips on my thighs ready to slice up anything that breaks my thread of patience. And also some hair pins, to be exact.

He swatted invisible dust om his trousers while getting up to his feet. "I am Kurapika."

I silently blurted out,"Kurta."

His eyes lit up as he heard what I've said, "How.. Did you know?"

Curse my tongue! Now he knows that I know his identity, he might suspect me being-

Suddenly I felt something cold at my neck. Not metal, but something that grazes my skin and at one point I felt something sharp pierced at the nape of my neck. A splinter. I gritted my teeth in pain.

Now before me stood a dance partner of mine I once called him 'charming' with the infamous scarlet eyes and two bokken swords that is linked together with a white sturdy rope. If you think that I am hallucinating then no.

"Tell me," his scarlet eyes widened when it meets with my e/c ones, "How." He yelled at my face.

That thread of patience just snapped. My innocent look turned into a serious one and with a heavy breath I spoke, "Your eyes."

When he blinked in surprise by my short answer I took the opportunity to escape from the brink of death. I dissolved myself into thin air while taking a step back from him, making him go forward as his swords pushed nothing.

"Well that's y/n to you!" I sneered at his foolish attempt of threatening me.

I flew (yes, when you are in your shadow form you can float aka fly) behind him, carefully placing both of my shadowy hands at his feminine hips.

"Surprise!" I growled at his ear while groped his chest when my hands turned opaque. He yelped like a female puppy and his face was like the reddest tomato on earth. I snorted a bit at that reaction and guffawed, rolling on the floor.

On the other hand the Kurta was furious, and since I laughed so hard his face become possibly redder.

"Why the heck are you doing that for?" he made an 'X' with both of his arms to cover his chest.

"S-sorry," I heaved between laughs, "Its just that," I continued to laughed once more.

A few moments later I regained to my serious senses and said straight to the point. "You looked like a girl."

He grunted, "Shut up. Since you felt my chest, does it even convince you that I am even one in the first place?" his lips curved into a smirk. You blushed as you thought of it the wrong way.

"I-If you just let me touch the right places." You tried to scare him by giving him second thoughts.

"Erm, no."his lips formed a straight, thin smile. His brown tame eyes narrowed with a slivth frown. You winced at that.

You giggled, grazing your fingers through your hair. "Sheesh calm down. I was just joking."

He shrugged and he took a brown hand bag and flipped the flap to reveal the contents of a book, white clothes and a neatly folded blue cloth with orange desings. Somehow when I scooted closer to his bag my nose could catch the faintest smell of oceanic breeze and I could feel the crisp new air lurking slowly towards my toes.

"Nice refrigerator you got there." I couldn't help but to smile lazily at the scent. It's been a long time indeed since we've parted from the mansion. At the back of the house there is a beach where I sometimes jog with Feitan..

Ah Feitan. After some years of living alone with him I can't help but to quicken my heartbeat just by remembering his attractive-what? What the neck is wrong with me?

The only reason we flew away from the Troupe was so that my dance partner is safe but NO plot twists always HAVE to spoil the mood sometimes. And don't tell me that bag came out of thin air.(me: QAQ)

Plus he should be grateful to me in the first place not giving me glares and aim a stick at my neck! I have the very right to throw him to a pit as he owes one with me! I fumed silently and stomped off without waiting him.

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Kurapika looked around his bag and when founding the clothes he desired he grabbed them, but then his attention diverted to a fuming girl who was currently stomping to nowhere.

He groaned. If she leaves him alone in this, he would have trouble of getting back to his hotel room that is located in York New all by himself.

But at the same time he also pondered on another thing.. Why did his instincts told him that this beautiful girl is very wrong? Why did he started to be rude of his dance partner that just saved his life from a mass murder tragedy happened at the party?

He bit his lip anxiously. Usually his instincts are right, but this time he took it the wrong way.

Fumbling with his bag he called, "Y/N! Wait for me!"

As her ears perked up she turned back to see the Kurta with a slight frown at his lips.

"Ah yes. Just keep frowning at your saviour." You mumbled under your breath.

"How did you do that.. Thing?" He pointed at the spot when you start to dissolve into thin air. Now it was replaced with some wilted brown leaves lying helplessly on the tarmac road.

You shrugged. "I inherit it." You demonstrated your powers in front of him.

At first nothing happened in the first two or three minutes which made doubts fogging his mind. His hand is itching enough to slap her idiot-looking face she is wearing but then it stopped as with his very eyes, her (skin colour) hands languidly revolved into dull grey ones as if there were invisible flames engulfing her hands.

At this point he could hear a little wheeze coming out of her throat.

"Gomen." She pardoned with a pained smile. "Looks like when I am hungry I don't have much energy." She supported her balance by placing her left hand where her heart is.

Kurapika who just regained his senses blinked and shook his head. Now he felt a pang of guilt as he saw you on your knees with a painful expression.

An idea came to his mind. He quickly took some kimchi he recently bought from a shop and handed it over to her.

"I-I am terribly sorry y/n-san." He crouched down to meet face to face with you. Headache nagged your brain and your legs gave up, making your body skid onto the heating road.

"I... Need.. Oreos."
"You need what?" He raised his voice, sharpening the word 'what'.

With that been said stars danced on your eyes, and before you even know it your eyes were covered with darkness.

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sorry if there is no 'adrenalin' feeling in this chapter
But I promise it will be more exciting later on