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I'm Cleaning Out My Closet
Chapter One: The Neighbor
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"Man, that's a creepy lookin' house." Leorio said as he and Kurapica climbed out of the car after a date. "Which place is it again? Not that, is it?"
Kurapica smiled, "No, it's the one over there."
Leorio looked at the direction she was pointing, and breathed a sigh of relief. "Then it's all good. So who's living in the haunted house?"
"The last owner moved out, and so far there's nobody."
"I can see why." The door of the house opened and a red-haired man stepped outside to see what was going on. "Nobody, huh?" The door slammed as the man went inside. "Not too friendly either."
"So what?"
"So let's go inside. It's cold out here."
They stood on the steps outside Kurapica's small home. "So you have to work tomorrow?" Kurapica asked.
"Yeah, but we'll spend some more time together next week, okay?"
"Agreed." Kurapica said a little reluctantly. "I know that your job as a doctor means a lot to you, but..."
"We don't get to see each other that much anymore?"
"Yeah." Suddenly, her eyes lit up. "Hey, in a few days, the school's having a health fair, and I was wondering if you could teach the kids some stuff?"
"That'd be fun. I'll see if I can fit it in." Leorio checked his watch. "I'd better be going now." He gave her a quick kiss on the lips. "Night."
Kurapica went to bed, oblivious to the fact that two cold gray eyes were watching from the window.
Just after turning off the light and laying down, she sat straight up. A high-pitched scream echoed through her head. It made the chills go down her spine. Probably the Morrison's pets having one of their cat fights, she thought, before drifting off to sleep.

The next afternoon, Kurapica took some cookies that she'd baked over to the new neighbor's house. Sort of like a housewarming thing, she reckoned, though it isn't much of a house...
Before she could knock, the door swung open. Yesterday's red-haired man was standing with a surprised look on his face. "Hi." Kurapica said, as cheerfully as possible. "I'm your neighbor, Kurapica. I brought you some...er...cookies. To welcome you in this place."
"My name is Hisoka." The red-haired man said. "Thank you for the welcome and the cookies. I'm sure I will enjoy living here." He enunciated each word carefully, with no contractions. "Would you like a tour of this place? Maybe you could help me with some furnishings? I don't know much about that kind of thing."
"Sure." Kurapica stepped inside. The inside was a bit dark, and the floorboards creaked when she walked across them. Hisoka led her through two bedrooms, a kitchen and dining room, and described everthing to her. Eventually, they came back to the hall, where she saw a closet. "What's in here?" Kurapica asked, reaching for the doorknob. Hisoka's hand stopped her from opening it.
"Please, do not." He said, capturing her eyes with a steely gaze. "I tried that yesterday. A whole pile of junk fell out and buried me under there. I would not like the same thing to happen to a lovely lady like you."
Kurapika blushed. "Well maybe we can do a bit of spring cleaning sometime."
He didn't seem to get it. "It's winter right now."
"Just my little joke." She said, feeling sort of stupid. "Well, nice meetin' ya. I have to leave now."
Hisoka, the red-haired man, watched the blonde leave, a smirk playing on his lips.
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Kurapika-sama: Yuck. Hisoka as a neighbor.
Princess F: >. Kurapica is OOC. Very naive here. Ugh, took me about ten years to figure out what that meant...
Floraleon: *with the radio* You mother—
Princess F: Please don't call me that!
Floraleon: —ker...
Princess F: Well this chappie just gives you the basic stuff. Horror will come in later. Love is here.
Kurapika-sama: Isn't that a CD?
Princess F: Ahem. If I remember correctly, I was talking. And there's gonna be a bit of airhead humor. AIRHEADS!!!
Kurapika-sama: We've got one right here. Tsk, tsk, tsk. *ends with a dance to 'Hit me Baby One More Time'*