Chapter Text
Many months later.
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Kurapika’s phone buzzes. A text from Leorio, who’d just left their place.
There’s a package on your doorstep , it reads. Not what Kurapika had been expecting.
They hadn’t ordered anything. They walk over to the door and open it, curious. There is, indeed, a package, but it’s not the type that comes in the mail. Perhaps the correct word would be parcel – in fact, it almost looks like a present, wrapped neatly in white paper with a bow on top.
Is this your doing? Kurapika texts to Leorio.
No, I noticed it when I left, he responds.
If you say so.
They bring the package inside– it’s surprisingly heavy– and carry it to their kitchen table to open. They feel bad ripping the neat wrapping paper, even though it doesn’t have a pattern.
Inside the box, there are six jars nestled in shredded paper. What, did someone want to give them a batch of homemade pickles? Kurapika checks, but there’s no note.
They lift one of the jars to see what’s inside. As the paper falls away, the contents are revealed.
A single scarlet eyeball stares back at them.