Leorios: A Short Story

Katie rolled her eyes. "Always blame this on me, right? I was having a bad dream, that's what."

“Stop apologising to me, you don’t need to, sweety” she consoles me with her soft, mesmerising voice.

        Logan rubbed the back of his neck in thought. “I was hoping I could speak with Delta. Privately.”

“Yeah? If you were really sorry, then maybe you wouldn’t do that every time I have to come in here, now would you?”

Or so Kurapika thought. But when Leorio chuckled and began trailing a hot line of kisses down his chest, his large hands drifting up to roll the buds of his nipples between his fingers, it was all Kurapika could do to keep himself from shaking.

"I really didn't enjoy the kiss that much. Seriously you are not the greatest kisser you know." Sandro had no intention of getting shot at by Rumer without fighting back and grinned back at her. "And yes, now I'm sorry!" He added for good measure as he left the house.

Neither of them said much, and Kurapika couldn’t really tell if it was because they were preoccupied or because there was nothing to talk about. The former seemed like a much more likely explanation, because there was plenty Kurapika wanted to say -- but everytime he opened his mouth, a kind of nervous reluctance would seal his vocal cords, and the words would remain unsaid. When he left Lusko Province for the last time, Kurapika promised himself that he would never get close to anyone -- and until that fateful meeting with Gon and Leorio on a storm-tossed boat headed for the Hunter’s Exam, he had kept his promise, shunning all companionship.

"It was not your fault," Maddox tone was harsh, but words barely above a whisper. "I'll not hear it again."

I turned to see him standing there awkwardly with those goddamned puppy eyes peering at me from behind his glasses. I wasn’t really mad at him to begin with, and seeing him look so ashamed about it just made my heart melt. Crossing my arms in mock irritation over my light blue tanktop, I pouted. “That wasn’t a very nice thing to do,

He dropped his chin on the table and mumble something underneath his breath before letting out a hefty sigh. “I’ll let you get this and one more date for my boy body comments. After that I’m out of the clear.

Rafaela placed a heavy hand on her hip. "Did you just interrupt me?" Rafaela scoffed, in disbelief at the disrespect she had just received.

“I, I am sorry Olive. I knew I just had to. You understand, don’t ya? I had no choice. I knew you wouldn’t have looked twice at me. Am, am I right?” Zane nervously stuttered and rumbled, as per usual whenever he gets nervous or excited.

He was...a much smaller man than Kuro had expected, slim and well-built, with a soft, boyish, pretty face and fine blond hair — but it was his eyes Kuro noticed, even sitting atop his horse half a court away, how they seemed to pierce him, how he stared unblinking, cool and proud and utterly graceful. Kuro felt his heart-rate quicken with something that might have been surprise mingled with no small amount of interest, but now was not the time to dwell on such on things.

Cheadle huffed in annoyance, blowing her bangs off her face with the force of it. “I’ve already asked everyone else. They’re all either busy or working, and I really need Leorio read, sign, and get these back to me as soon as possible. It’s important, Kurapika. Really important. You live within a mile of each other, you could easily swing by his place on your way home and slip these under his door!”

"Did I hit my head?" Leorio pressed, a hint of manic desperation in his voice. It would have been comical had he not looked so utterly panicked, like a man who had been rudely informed of a bomb planted in the building. While Kurapika could always count on Leorio to be transparent, there were times when it wasn't always a good thing. Now was definitely one of those times. He could see the confusion in his dark brown eyes, the disbelief — but most of all he could see the reluctance, and that...that cut right down to the core of him.