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Word count: 114 Rating: G/PG? Challenge: Revenge Summary: Curapika… - Hunter x Hunter 100

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Word count: 114
Rating: G/PG?
Challenge: Revenge
Summary: Curapika condensed and all in cliff note form.



It was a firestorm that rose from ruins smashed apart with cruel efficiency, blinding him, reducing him. He was losing himself in that concentration of red, but no longer was there anyone to reach past the ridge and grab his hand. His world was shed of past comforts to be armored into brilliant steel, there was no longer any consideration for rationality and percentage of error.

He never asked for comrades. When it came to a crisis between severing the head of the spider before rescuing Gon and Killua, he was surprised to find himself capable of pushing away his selfishness and sacrificing his righteousness for his friends.

Yet it never felt so empty.

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I had promised myself that I would never write Curapika, he has too many fans already. Unfortunately, I'm beginning to find him quite interesting.

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From:lilacfield
Date:December 18th, 2004 07:03 am (UTC)
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The last sentence is ambiguous - does it refer to his willingness to save his friends, or his never having asked for comrades? Is that what you intend? Good job.
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From:pally_pally
Date:December 20th, 2004 02:52 am (UTC)
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Thank you~

A friend and I were talking about how Curapika has no purpose in his life without the Ryodan's existence. We were wondering if Gon, Killua, and Leorio eased this hole in anyway, but we came to a decision that his friends are a mixed deal. While he has friends, his goal of exterminating the Ryodan is hindered, making his life incomplete as if he had fulfilled his goal but without friends. It can go either way with Curapika, which is why he's interesting.
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