The Moon and Sun (Big Sib Reader x Gon/Killua)
Ch 3: ~Speed Baby~
Synopsis: It’s time to beat Genthru at his own game. And by beat him at his own game you mean dodgeball. And by dodgeball you mean fighting for your life against a Beefy ex-Convict who’s only on this island to give Gon hell. You officially decide Ging Freecs is a huge ass. On the bright side, you develop nicknames for your boys.
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"They're all dead. It's too late."
Your words stunned the other two into silence. It was both fascinating and terrifying what your ability could do. And as you started to curl into yourself, they knew better than to ask about it.
"Are you sure?" It was Gon who spoke up. "There must be some survivors. And if they're badly wounded, they'll need all the help they can get."
You shook your head.
"Not one."
The boy frowned, fist clenched.
"Then we can't let Genthru get away with it."
"We won't," Bisky affirmed. "But we stand no chance if we go after him now. We don't fully know what tricks he has up his sleeve. It's best to continue on and try to beat him at his own game."
"You mean-" Gon was cut off.
"Yup! We'll collect as many cards as we can. We're bound to run into Genthru that way, and when we do we'll be ready then."
By then, you'd calmed yourself down enough to listen to the plan.
Beat him at his own game? Too bad it wasn't just him you were competing with.
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Gon had continued to perfect his ability while all of you waited for Killua's return. He was making surprising progress, now being able to shoot off a small burst of nen from his pointer.
As for the other boy, he'd beaten the first phase and consequently the last phase in just an hour. He was all smiles as you, Bisky, and Gon approached the starting area.
"How was it, Killua?" Gon questioned.
"It was easy. I aced it," the white haired boy said as he high fived the other.
"That's awesome!"
Much to your confusion, Killua looked over at you expectantly. Did he want something? His aura seemed nervous, or maybe it was anxious. Should you say something?
"I, uh, good job kid." Immediately his mood shifted to a happier one.
"So, what did you guys do while I was gone?"
"We collected a ton of spell cards!" Gon answered.
The boys preceded to look through all of them, with Killua wanting to try one: Contact.
A spell card that allowed the user to contact any person on the island they met, even if it was just in passing.
They looked through the list of names and came across one they never thought they'd see here.
"Chrollo Lucilfer? Isn't that the Phantom Troupe guy?" You mumbled.
"Yeah! Gon, when did you run into him!"
"I didn't. Maybe we just passed by each other."
"It makes sense, but I could have sworn Kurapika- WAIT HOLD ON!!! YOU KNOW CHROLLO!?!?" Killua exclaimed.
Goddamnit, you never learn when to shut up, do you?
"YOU KNOW ABOUT THE PHANTOM TROUPE!?!?" It was Gon's turn to interrogate you. Both boys were staring at you with wide eyes. Bisky on the other hand, was looking on in confusion.
Wait a minute
THESE BOYS RAN INTO CHROLLO!!!
Who the hell was letting them get into trouble like that!?!?
"Answers now!" Killua demanded.
"What I meant was, Chrollo Lucilfer? Sounds like a guy who'd be in a very dangerous, black market group called something creepy. Say I dunno, the Phantom Troupe?"
Clearly no one was buying your bullshit once again going by the unamused looks on the boys' faces.
"Look, that's not important right now. What's important is finding out why he's here." You tried to change the subject. Luckily, Bisky was there to divert attention from you.
"Will you tell me what's going on!!!"
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Apparently, the boys had run into Chrollo while trying to get enough money to purchase Greed Island. They thought capturing a Phantom Troupe member would be the easiest way. (What idiots) And accidentally roped in their friends Kurapika and Leorio.
The former puting a condition on Chrollo's heart. If he used nen, he would die.
Simple enough, but if that was true, then the possibility of it actually being Chrollo was slim. Either he had exercised Kurapika's nen or it was someone posing as him. Which brings us to where we are now.
"If it is Chrollo and he somehow got rid of Kurapika's nen, why would he come here?" Gon asked.
"Revenge maybe? Those phantom troupe members do like to hold grudges. Then again, it makes no sense why he'd travel here alone." You guessed.
"Either way it's not good. We should warn Kurapika. I'm gonna hop out of the game again for a few hours." Killua said as he went to leave.
You didn't have a good feeling about this, and as Killua came back with the news that Chrollo was still cursed, the feeling only worsened.
"So we're dealing with a phony after all," you said.
"Yeah, I talked to Kurapika. He was pretty calm about it. By the way he responded, he didn't sound concerned."
"It sounds like you got all worked up over nothing," Bisky commented.
Her words did little to quell your worries. If it wasn't Chrollo, then who was it? Maybe you could convince yourself it was some weirdo hoping to attract attention. Yeah, let's just go with that.
"For now, let's just focus on the task at hand," she continued. "It's time we start trying to beat this game!"
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"It's said that the legendary King White Stag Beetle lives only in this tree," the NPC explained. "And that there's only one way to capture it: hit the tree and shake it out."
Gon nodded and prepared his attack. It was time to see how far he's gotten.
"Show me rock! Jan-Ken-Rock!" He surrounded his fist with nen and struck. The impact from his punch shaking the tree and causing everything in it to fall off. Dozens of bugs rained down upon your small group.
"Oh wow!" The white haired boy stared in wonder as the insects fell. Bisky on the other hand was shielding her head, most likely grossed out.
Gon turned back to face the group, now giving you that same look Killua had earlier.
Was it code for something? It was expectant and anticipating. Like a child wanting to be praised. Oh
Ohhhhhh
Why not just this once?
"Hell yeah, kid!" You cheered. "You're like a mini Hercules with that punch!"
Honey colored eyes beamed up at you.
This would take some getting used to.
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"There is no such girl hidden in this mansion," The NPC said. "And even if there were, you would never be able to find her. Not with all the traps you would have to get past first." He was immediately cut off by Killua.
"Found her!" He walked out of the gate with the girl in tow. "She was hidden in a room deep under ground."
The NPC then tried to attack Killua, but was stopped by you. Your grip firm on his shoulder, stunning him.
"Just accept you've lost so we can move on," you said lazily. Unable to move past you, he poofed into a card.
"Rank F, what a shame." You glanced over to the small assassin. He was proudly showing off the new A Rank card.
"Fast work. You didn't get hurt, did you?"
Was that concern in your voice.
Killua turned to face you with a smile.
"Nope, those traps were nothing compared to what I had to go through back home."
Were you about to throw hands with a family of assassins?
Yes, yes you were.
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After winning a Paladin's Necklace card, the four of you headed towards Dorias, the gambling town. Aka how to develop an addiction.
But there was a small bump in the road for you guys.
Someone had cast contact on Gon.
"Hey Gon! It's been awhile." The boy looked very confused.
"Who are you?" The man on the other end only laughed.
"What you don't remember me? Well what about the player who took The Sword of Truth from you in Antokiba? Remember him?"
Recognition at last filled the boys'faces.
"Stealing cards from kids. Not much of a man, are you?" Your voice shocking the man into silence.
"You? You're traveling with them?" Seems he was scared of you. To be fair, you had been quite feral your first year here. Yes, you weren't a fighter, but sometimes your aura could be scary. Especially when you didn't want to be bothered. Ah good times.
"Yeah, now spit out what you want before we get bored." Both boys stared at you in wonder. Seems you had a reputation.
'The mystery around you thickens,' Bisky thought as the man on the other end shakily continued. She was gonna get answers out of you one day.
"Right, well we had an offer for the boys." We? There were others.
"We want to trade them #66 and 27."
"What do you think?" Gon whispered.
"There's always a catch," you warned.
"Yeah but that guy's scared of you. He'll be less likely to try something," Killua said.
"Bisky, you make the call." You trusted the young looking woman's judgement more than your own.
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She decided to make the trade, a 61 for a 27.
The leader of the group seemed hesitant to stare at you as he handed you the other 66 card. Much to the boys' delight.
"As a peace offering," he said. Then you got a good look at him.
"Hey, I remember you." See there'd only been three groups you'd run into on Greed Island. (You were sure there were more) Genthru's group: who always harassed you into joining them and were now killer's. Tsezguerra's group: who you tolerated just barely and bumped into accidentally. And Kazsule's group: the men in front of you now that had surrounded you on your first day on the island.
Oh yes you remembered him now.
"You actually know this guy?" Killua asked.
"He casted several spell cards on me during my first day here and ran away with his tail between his legs after my aura got intense. Isn't that right?"
"It was a mistake that I'm trying to rectify at the moment. No hard feelings," Kazsule said still not meeting your eyes.
"Fine." He did give your group two new cards. You supposed you could call it even for now.
After he left the boys continued to pester you about the situation. Bisky watched on silently, not offering you any relief.
"You really dodged spell cards!?!?"
"Your aura was really that strong to scare him away!?!?!"
You groaned, the circles under your eyes seeming to darken.
"Look boys, there's only two things you need to know. #1-Don't upset me, and #2- My ability is speed." Well your ability simplified was speed. But they didn't need to know about that right now.
"That's it!?! Can't you tell us a little more?" Bisky nagged. She was a little too interested in you.
"Nope, now let's teach these kids how to gamble."
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"We get prizes from the slots?" Gon questioned.
"Well it is the city of gambling," Killua responded.
"You have a .01 percent chance of winning. That's just 1 in 10,000," Bisky said.
"And an even smaller chance of keeping your winnings after the addiction kicks in," you added.
Killua had the bright idea to use a Luck Die before trying out a slot machine. Clever, but the die was a double edged sword. You could either roll and have the best time of your life, or roll and end up in a ditch somewhere.
Fun
"There's only a 1 in 20 chance it backfires on us," Killua justified. He rolled a Good Luck.
"All we gotta do it spin the wheel!"
All 7's first try and an A rank card.
"See! I told you! This little die really is the key to hitting it big time in this city."
"But what if you roll Worse Luck?" Bisky questioned. "Things could get really ugly really fast."
"Don't worry about it," the white haired boy brushed off. "It's not like it's gonna kill me, right?"
Speak of the devil.
An explosion happened at the slot machine a few rows down. Apparently the guy there kept rolling a luck die five times in a row and landed on a Bad Luck.
Oh the irony
"You were saying," you teased.
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"I'm gonna do it. Just one more time," Killua grumbled. He'd been going at it for a good hour, bags suddenly under his eyes like yours.
"I said I'm gonna do it. SO I'M GONNA DO IT!"
Yeah that's enough for today.
Before he could roll another die, you picked him up and hoisted him away from the machine.
"HEY PUT ME DOWN!!!"
"When I said you'd develop an addiction, I was just joking. You know that right?"
"I DON'T CARE! JUST LET ME ROLL ONE MORE TIME!!! JUST ONE MORE!"
"Here's what we're not gonna do. We're not gonna continue gambling and we're not gonna use that die again. I don't know about you, but I'd prefer if we didn't explo-"
You were cut off my the feeling of teeth sinking into your arm.
You dropped the boy immediately and looked at him incredulously.
Did he just?
The smug look on his face let you know he did.
"HE JUST BIT ME!!!!" Gon and Bisky looked at each other, trying to stifle their laughter.
"YEAH AND I'D DO IT AGAIN!"
This freaking kid.
"YOU-YOU- YOU GREMLIN!!!!" You surged forward and threw him over your shoulder.
"HEY!"
"I DON'T WANNA HEAR IT FROM YOU, GREMLIN. WE'RE LEAVING AND THAT'S FINAL!"
You started to walk towards the exist, Bisky and Gon following behind.
But Killua wasn't done with his little fit. He pushed himself up and pressed his hand against your face, squooshing your cheek and turning your head.
"PUT ME DOWN!!!" There went your ear drums.
Fine he wanted to play dirty. You could play.
You turned your head sharply and chomped down on his hand.
"OW!"
"THAT'S WHAT YOU GET GREMLIN, NOW BEHAVE!" You hope you shattered his eardrums the way he shattered yours.
He continued struggling, now resorting to pinching you with his surprisingly sharp nails. Wait, couldn't he make them sharp on purpose?
Oooh that little-
You dropped him outside of the gambling building and grabbed ahold of his cheek, pulling it as you yelled.
"QUIT IT RIGHT NOW!"
"YOU QUIT IT!"
"Should we do something about them?" Gon asked Bisky.
"It's best to let them settle it themselves," came her answer as Killua tried to elbow drop you.
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After you'd successfully managed to wrangle Killua away from the gambling area, the four of you continued to collect cards.
You'd all collected 50 specified cards when Killua came up with an idea. Trade frantic players Leave Cards in exchange for rare ones.
It proved to be a success, leaving the grand total to 54.
"So up to this point, we've been deliberately avoiding the other players. But now, there's certain cards we really need," Killua said.
"You're not wrong, but it's not exactly a bright idea to approach just anybody that comes across our path," you informed.
"I know, but we're running out of options. We're gonna have to take risk if we wanna beat this game."
Bisky listened to both sides of the argument before adding her thoughts.
"Well I suggest we get all that we can ourselves and then actively negotiate with other players we meet on the way. That sound good to you?"
"I'm in."
"Yeah!"
"Sounds fair."
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"Hey, I've got a question." Gon spoke.
"This necklace is supposed to be able to remove curses, right?"
"From spell cards, but not any others," Killua answered.
Gon pouted at the response.
"Guess it won't work then."
"What won't work?" You asked. Just what was going on in that boy's head.
"Well you see, me and Killua had run into a village awhile back. They were all sick and didn't have a cure for it. I was wondering if maybe a curse was behind the illness."
You gave a small smile.
"Doesn't hurt to try anyways."
Ew, since when did you start becoming optimistic. It sure as hell didn't help with that kid beaming up at you.
"You mean it!?!?"
He really was a good kid, wasn't he?
"Sure do, you little munchkin."
"Wait minute Gon. We didn't run into any villagers, did we?" Killua said confused.
"Ohh, you mean the guys who took your money," Bisky teased.
The what?!?
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Apparently the bandits (not villagers) could be cured with the Paladin's Necklace.
They had all poofed into cards and just by Gon touching them, the curse was lifted. The card you all received in exchange was #75: Lucky Alexandrite.
Coincidentally right after, guess who called?
It was once again Kazsule. And he wanted to meet in person.
"A team is close to clearing the game." So he was giving you guys a heads up?
"A three manned team lead by someone named Genthru." Ah that makes sense.
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Apparently Kazsule also contacted other groups to meet up. He wanted to come up with a plan to beat Genthru.
"As I told you all, Team Genthru is very close to completing the game. I just checked the ranking, and they're currently at 96 types. We have to come up with a strategy and now."
Killua raised his hand.
"I have a question."
"Yeah?" Kazsule responded.
"How exactly do you check the rankings?" Before Kazsule could answer, one of the other group leaders cut him off.
"Great, you don't even know how to do that?" Her tone was sneering. "We don't have time to explain the whole game to them. So just cut to the chase alright."
All four of you glared at her. Now today had already been a lot. You'd been bitten, pinched, and physically drained. (Thanks Gremlin.) So you weren't particularly in the mood to be sassed at by a somebody who thought they were better than you. Lacking enough restraint, you let your disdain slip.
"Bitch."
She snapped her head towards you.
"What was that?"
You would have repeated yourself, but unfortunately you had an example to set now.
"I said I have an itch." Ah yes, another lie that nobody was clearly buying. But you didn't care all that much if she heard what you said the first time.
"You-"
"Hey, hey!" Kazsule intervened. "There's no need to be mean, all of us are here to exchange information."
"He's right Asta," his teammate interjected. "These kids just might have some information you don't."
"Ha, that's impossible," Asta dismissed.
One more insult. If this bitch opened her mouth with one more insult you were gonna kick her ass.
"Their Rank A armatures who don't even know how to use the trade shop. Don't make me laugh."
You let out a low growl catching the others' attention. Gon and Killua looked at each other before smirking.
What was it you said? Don't make you angry?
But once again Kazsule averted everyone's attention.
"In the trade shop, you can look at the official rankings of who has the most cards. Which can be really useful. And if you lay a fee, you can even see which specific cards they have."
And once again Asta had something to add.
"But just because you can get a player's name from the ranking, doesn't mean you can use Contact. You've gotta meet them for that. Do you feel a little smarter now, little boy." Her jab was directed at Killua.
That was your last straw.
Nobody could insult your kids except you.
You stood up.
"Boys could you cover your ears for a sec?" Your voice was eerily sweet. They nodded and did as you asked. Once you were sure they couldn't hear you, you went at it.
"Okay, listen you snarky, pompous, little bitch. You can stop running your mouth and shaking around those thangs. If you're just gonna bitch and moan about why you're so much better, I'm gonna give you a black eye. And trust me, you won't see it coming. Now either shut the fuck up and apologize to my boys or prepare to stand by your words."
The clearing was quiet as they waited for Asta's response. Nobody daring to speak, except for Bisky who whispered "way to get her to shut up."
You were reminded of why you refused to be a hunter. Most, if not all of them, were all just power, money hungry assholes who thought having a special license gave them the authority to treat others like shit. Asta being a prime example.
"Fine. I went too far."
You gestured for the boys to uncover their ears as she droned on.
"But if your group can't contribute, then you children should go running home." And the bitch was back.
It was Killua this time who decided to give her some sass.
"The only one who hasn't contributed so far is you." Atta boy.
"Well one thing is clear. You're all big talkers, but I need to see some proof."
You
Were
Gonna
Kill
This
Bitch
"We know Team Genthru's abilities," Gon added shutting her up again.
Atta boys
"And there are 3 cards they're missing. We have one of them. Heh, still got a problem?"
Was this pride you were feeling.
"Nope, that's good enough for me." God you wanted to wipe that shit eating grin off her face.
"Hold on, let's see some proof that you can be useful to us, because I doubt it."
ATTA BOY KILLUA
"71 types of specified slot cards. That's a hell of a lot more than you have. How bout I give you an A Rank in return for a little information. Is that good enough?" This bitch really thought you guys were that stupid.
"No it isn't. We can get those ourselves, no big deal. If you want us to tell you anything, you can give us two S Rank cards or equally valuable information"
Gremlin no more, he was promoted to precious boi.
"Don't press your luck you damn little brat."
Well, you warned her earlier.
"Here that everyone, these guys won't be of any help! They want-!"
In a split second, you were up on the rock she seated herself at, fist millimeters away from her left eye.
Once again, the silence was deafening.
"Which eye do you like seeing out of most? I already told you if you continued to run your mouth you'd have to back up your words." Your voice was ice and despite the intensity of the situation, your posture was relaxed. Like getting up there was an inconvenience.
"I-I-I" she couldn't feel your nen. She couldn't sense you when you moved. And she could tell from the gleam in your eyes that you had meant every word you said earlier.
Cold and uninterested. Everything you had been a few months ago.
"You don't need to protect me from everything you know?
"Of course I do you dummy. I'm the older one, it's my job."
But you'd softened a little. And even though you really wanted to put this bitch in her place, you swore you wouldn't fight anymore.
But that didn't mean you couldn't give her a piece of your mind.
"I'll give you one more shot to apologize. You got that, little girl?"
"I'm sorry for going too far. I just wanted to make sure we weren't talking any risk in beating Genthru. We're all good now."
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Once that was out of the way, Asta started giving out information on how the game works to the boys. And without condescending them. A shocker.
Gon also revealed how Genthru's abilities worked. And everybody went around introducing themselves while also giving helpful tips.
It was then decided that all of you would try to get the Strip of Beach card to monopolize.
And with that, you were all off to Soufrabi.
It was a beautiful town with a nice beach right next to it. In only a matter of minutes, you'd found someone with the information you were looking for.
"The pirates run this entire town," the NPC explained. "Every last inch of it. You see, there's this local legend about an underwater cave called Poseidon's Cavern that's supposed to be around here somewhere. The Strip of Beach is the entrance to it. Not too many years ago, 15 pirates came to this town because they'd heard about the legend and that this cave also contained an unbelievable amount of treasure inside.
"Razor and his 14 devils. The poor fishermen were all tortured and killed. Then the pirates murdered anybody who knew about the Strip of Beach. If you can get rid of the pirates, I promise I'll tell you everything I know."
It was quite the information to digest. And apparently, the event could only be triggered by 15 players. Which means the game wants players to work together instead of against each other.
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The 15 of you used Accompany to travel to the pirates' base. They clearly weren't expecting any company.
"Who the hell are you guys?" One of them slurred out.
"Look, this is a private party, so get lost."
It was Kazsule who spoke up.
"We're only here to talk. Would you please leave this town."
Immediately the pirates bursted into laughter. And you couldn't really blame them. Diplomatics were not the way with criminals.
"It's been a while since we heard that line."
The biggest one threw a circle of liquor and fire on the floor as he laughed.
"If you want us to leave here, talking just ain't gonna cut it," he sneered. "I don't care how many of you attack me at once. If you can knock me out of this ring, then I'll take you guys over to see our boss."
A lot of confidence from someone with a weak aura. Gon and Killua could beat him with both hands tied behind their backs.
Speaking of weak auras, a member from your side stepped up.
"If it's brawn your looking for, then I'm your man." No, no he was not his man. His nen was even weaker than his spark of aura. God, a gust of wind could knock him over.
The big guy in the middle didn't even flinch when the other attacked. In fact, he just picked him up and preceded to torture him. Putting his foot over the fire to burn him slowly.
"AHHHH! LET ME GOOO!!!! I GIVE UP I LOSE!!!!"
His screams were agonizing and the stench of burnt flesh filled the air.
You wanted to run away.
You wanted it to stop
You just wanted his screams to stop.
"It's just a job, it's nothing personal."
It's nothing personal
But why was he grinning
Why was he enjoying this.
You could tell you were shaking, but there was nothing you could do. You'd forgotten just how disgusting people could be.
And you were grateful, so fucking grateful that Gon had been fast enough to react before your teammate got seriously injured.
Your thoughts quieted down enough to hear what they were saying.
"He said he lost already. Why didn't you let him go!" You'd never heard Gon this angry. And that smidge of darkness in his aura seemed to surface.
"He knew what the rules are," the pirate spat out.
"You lose if you step outside the ring. Anything else including a forfeit is completely meaningless."
What a disgusting creature.
You felt a tug on your arm.
"You okay?" Killua asked.
You shook your head.
"I'll be better once someone kicks that guy's ass." It was a joke more than a suggestion, but the mini assassin seemed to take it to heart.
He stepped up after the pirate confirmed Gon had lost by jumping out of the circle. His aura determined and confident.
"What's this, you gonna team up on me?" The faster that oaf shut his mouth, the easier it would be to collect your thoughts.
"Let me borrow this," Killua said as he snagged a bottle of alcohol. He popped the lid off.
"No! You wouldn't!"
Killua smirked and jumped above the pirate. Then he spiked the alcohol down on him and used his emitter ability to set the pirate on fire.
Goddamnit, more burning flesh.
The pirate screamed in agony before running out of the circle of fire and rolling on the floor to extinguish his head.
Killua walked over to you while you were holding your nose shut.
"Feel better?" He asked.
"I would have preferred if you just knocked him out, but I appreciate the gesture. It was the least you could do after bitting me," you lightly teased.
"You're still mad about that?!?"
"I'll never trust again."
Your brief moment of peace interrupted by the pirate again.
"GRR! YOU BRAT, YOU'RE DEAD!!!!"
You stepped in front of Killua, preparing nen in your leg to defend. Luckily, the guy's teammate intervened. He kicked him to the wall and started lecturing him.
"You made up all of the rules yourself, so get over it." His voice was ice cold.
"Yeah, that's on me," the oaf responded.
"This way, I'll take you to the boss." The second pirate turned to leave, expecting the rest of you to follow.
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He led you all to a small building by the beach. Several courts prepared throughout it. Like it was some kind of gym.
"You got visitors boss."
Jesus Christ. The man in front of you was a titan. He was lifting a weight, completely unbothered by the news. My god, he looked like he could crush a head with his bare hands, without using an ounce of nen. This guy???? This behemoth was the boss.
And his aura
Jesus
So much darkness and hidden bloodlust. Was that anticipation too??? What the hell was this dude waiting on?
"Yeah, and who are they?" He didn't turn to face your group as he spoke.
"Seems they want us to leave town."
"That so?"
He finally set down the weights.
"Hmm, then let's have a competition, shall we? If you win we'll leave the island peacefully. It'll be up to us to choose what the contest will be. All right?"
You didn't have a good feeling about this.
"And what if we lose? What'll happen to us then?" Goreinu asked.
"Oh nothing really. You'll just have to leave. Simple as that," Razor responded.
You didn't like how he kept smiling. It was almost like he knew you guys couldn't beat whatever challenges you'd face.
"Fine, let's go," Kazsule agreed.
"It's an athletics contest. Where each member will challenge you to a match in their specialty sport. One win each. First to 8 wins is the victor."
Ha, figures the beefy dude would make you guys play sports. You just hoped he didn't compete. He would surely kill whoever he went up against.
"My challenge is first up," one of the other pirates stepped forward. Thank God.
"And I'm gonna go with boxing."
"Well," Razor started. "Who wants to take him?"
"I've got this one," someone volunteered.
"There is just one special condition: you can use items conjured by nen." Thank you beefy man.
But Kazsule and his friend didn't feel the same as you.
"What the hell!?!?
"You can't call that boxing!"
They were missing the point. It was obviously an advantage for your side to use and not the other. There's no way they'd allow nen weapons if they weren't sure they could win.
And you were proven correct when the pirate confirmed it himself.
The man on your side was far too cocky, letting himself think because he had the stronger punches he'd have the advantage. He wasn't prepared for his opponent's nen ability.
The 'pirate' had made two separate portals for his fist. One for it to go through and the other right under your guy's chin.
It costs your side the match.
It was then that Killua came up with a plan. (That little schemer) You'd all throw the matches in order to find out the opponents' nen abilities and future challenges. A clever strategy.
The only problem was that you couldn't compete with the same team twice. And with Asta's team withdrawing, you were down three members.
Well, you would have been down three members if she hadn't given her final warning. Now you were down 10 members. Even when she leaves she damns you.
With no other options but to get new players, the boys decided to find your little imposter friend.
Chrollo Lucifer.
That yucky feeling was back, and as the boys speculated it might be another Troupe member, it worsened.
"If it is a member of the Troupe, we won't invite them. We'll see what they say," Gon planned out.
"Yeah, well then what's the point of even trying. We already know it's one of them," Killua scolded.
"We need to know who they are, but why they're here is even more important."
"WHAT ARE YOU, A DAMN IDIOT?!?! ARE YOU JUST GONNA ASK THEM WHY THEY'RE HERE!?!?" Killua shouted. There went your eardrums again.
"BECAUSE BIG SURPRISE THEY'RE NOT GONNA TELL YOU!!!!"
"YEAH? I'M AN IDIOT, FINE!!! BUT I'M STILL GONNA ASK AND YOU CAN'T STOP ME!!!" Gon yelled back.
God it'd been a long day and you were tired.
You picked them up by the back of their shirts, the way a cat would it's kittens.
"Goblins! Stop fighting!" They ignored you and tried to kick at each other while continuing to screech. You weren't in the mood for this, life or death situation, you didn't care anymore.
Your final straw was Gon accidentally kicking you square in the jaw trying to get at Killua.
"I SAID ENOUGH!!!" Finally snapping, you thudded the boys against each other, foreheads smacking against one another. Their arguing ceased and they clutched their heads in pain.
You lifted them eye level, your voice low.
"If you can't learn to get along within the next five minutes, so help me I'll take you both out of this game. Got it?" Your glare was harsh.
They looked at each other before turning back to you. Figuring it was safe, you set them down.
"We're sorry, Y/n." Gon was the first to apologize. He had to elbow Killua for his.
"Sorry. We promise we won't fight anymore.... unless Gon's being an idiot." He mumbled out the last part, hoping you wouldn't hear. Your sharp look let him know you had.
"Kidding, kidding, heh heh."
"Are they always like this?" Goreinu asked Bisky.
"Pretty much, but usually Y/n stays out of it. They must really be fed up to intervene."
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Gon had ended up using accompany to find the Chrollo imposter. The five of you now in a misty area.
You focused your eyes to see through the fog. There was definitely someone there. And they were strong from the look of their aura. It felt predatory.
There was a soft plashing of water, then the mist cleared slightly and there was a silhouette.
Wait
Wait a fucking minute.
WAS THIS DUDE TAKING A BATH!!!!!!!
The mist cleared up even more, revealing the man's bright pink hair
"No way," Killua said.
"Hisoka!?!" Gon followed up.
But quite frankly you didn't care. All you cared about was having fast enough reflexes before this dude turned around.
"SHIT BOYS!!! DON'T LOOK!!! DON'T LOOK!!!!" You screeched as you quickly put your hands over their eyes.
"Huh?"
"Why?"
"DON'T YOU SASS ME RIGHT NOW!!! KEEP THOSE PEEPERS CLOSED!!!"
The man, Hisoka, fully turned around. He flashed you a wolfish grin and you wanted to gag. Your only regret in life? Not having enough hands.
"Hmm? What have we here? It seems I have unexpected guest," Hisoka said as if you all didn't just walk in on him.
His predatory nen only seemed to increase.
This was such a bad idea.
"Long time no see." He addressed the boys and increased his aura output.
And even though they couldn't see him (Your hand unwavering) they increased their aura as well.
Hisoka only chuckled.
"Just as I suspected. You've matured quite a lot, haven't you?" He practically moaned out. The lust?????? from his aura increased. It was almost suffocating.
"You've clearly found an excellent teacher. You'll continue to ripen into sweet fruit, just as I thought," he purred out.
My god you wanted to bleach your eyes as his little friend greeted the world.
But you were also disgusted. Very much appalled. And completely pissed.
You were growling as his eyes moved up from the boys to you.
"The hell did you just call my boys?" Your own aura spiking slightly. Damn, it'd been a while since you slipped up like this. But this man had pissed you off in a way where you didn't care about being careful anymore.
"Ah, this one's already so ripe. I assume you had a hand in teaching them?"
You were gonna kill this dude.
"I'll kill you. I'll kill you where you stand if you so much as glance at my boys the wrong way."
His aura only radiated excitement.
And where was Bisky to save you?
She was drooling over Hisoka and all his glory. Seems the world was just full of pervs.
"What is it you want with me?" He said nonchalant, as if he didn't just fantasize about two 12 year old boys.
"Put on some goddamn clothes first and then we'll talk, you creepy weirdo," you growled out.
Like hell you were gonna remove your hands when Hisoka was running loose with that thang out.
"Aww, you're no fun."
"I'll break you."
Finally this dude put on some pants and a shirt. And you carefully peeled your hands off the boys' faces.
"I have a question," Gon said once he could see.
"What're you doing in the game?"
You could practically feel Hisoka plotting, his aura shifting to uncertainty. You had to take what he said with a grain of salt.
"I came here to look for Chrollo."
Another round of is it the truth or is it bullshit.
Ding Ding Ding! Looks like a load of bs.
"He's still crippled by Kurapika's nen, but there's actually a way to remove it."
Thank you captain obvious.
"Seems you already know, which will make things easier. I'm looking for Chrollo to pass that along, but I have no leads. Before long, I remembered that some of the Spiders were interested in this game. So of course, if I can locate them, they might be able to tell me where Chrollo is."
Ding Ding Ding! Another one for bullshit.
"And using his handle all but guarantees they'll try to contact me."
"He was just pretending to be a member of the Phantom Troupe," Killua surmised.
"Now I have a question for you." Hisoka said, eyeing the children.
"Better be appropriate," you warned.
"But of course. Tell me, did you really come all the way out here just to ask me that?"
"Sure did," Gon answered without hesitation.
"Um," Bisky budded in. "Truth is, we're here looking for people who are really strong." Her tone was eerily sweet and airy. Like she was trying to flatter him.
"And we were hoping you might join us."
"Hell no!" You interjected. This creep, following your boys around??? You'd rather gouge your eyes out.
Bisky harshly pinched your side.
"But we've already come all this way, it'd be a shame to leave empty handed." Then she batted her eyes up at Hisoka.
And before you could protest again, Hisoka had agreed.
"Alright. May I ask why you're looking for strong people?"
The group made a huddle.
"I don't like this, it's risky," Goreinu commented.
"It sure is," Killua backed up
"You don't know who this guy is Bisky."
"We can't trust this creep and nothing can convince me otherwise," you added.
"What? Of course I know who he is and to add onto your point, Y/n-" Bisky used her nen to spell out one single phrase.
He's lying.
Well at least you wouldn't have to convince them of his deceit later.
"The city of love, Aiai, isn't very far from here. You can meet all kinds of people. You might even find the strength that you're looking for," Hisoka suggested.
The city of Iove?????? Was this dude messing with your group???? Regardless, you all followed his directions.
You, Bisky, Gon, and Killua split up into your group in front.
"What exactly did you mean about him lying?" Killua asked.
"Well technically, I should have said that he wasn't telling the truth," Bisky responded.
"But how could you tell?" Gon questioned.
"It was really more of a hunch."
"She's right boys. That weirdo was lying, or at the very least hiding something. Remember my eyes?"
"They can see aura right?" Gon answered.
"Yup and with aura are your emotions. His was riddled with deceit and mischief." And something else that you will not be discussing at this time.
"That's actually pretty handy," Killua complimented.
"Yeah, which means you can't hide things from me Gremlin," you teased while poking his cheek.
It was at that moment you felt a disturbance in the force. That lust in Hisoka's aura spiked up again. You turned sharply around as Gon and Killua felt a chill up their spine.
THAT FUCKING PEDO CLOWN WAS STARING AT THEIR ASSES!!!!!
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It'd taken around 30-40 minutes for Goreinu, Bisky, Killua, and Gon to pry your fingers off of Hisoka's neck. And another 20 of all four of them holding you back after Hisoka had said-
"Oooh, I do like it when they have some fight in them."
Aiai had proven to be completely useless, only serving as a way for Hisoka to cure his boredom.
And during that small interval, you could tell something was eating away at Killua. Perhaps he had realized something about that creepy clown.
And after Gon had asked for Hisoka's binder did it click...
Killua wanted to see if Hisoka had already found who he was looking for. With Gon asking, it be less inconspicuous.
"Look here it is, Tsezguerra." He willing showed his binder.
What was that shit on his binder. It was made of nen, but what was it? Nobody else seemed to see it. It was probably best not to say anything until Hisoka was out of the picture.
But damn was it strange. You focused your eyes a little harder trying to see through his ability, but you were still rusty. Had this been 5 years ago, you would've had no problem.
But one thing was for sure, He was definitely hiding something.
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After the Hisoka debacle, the six of you had met up with Tsezguerra's group. They agreed to help out, bringing the group total back to 10. It was decided the other 5 members would be regular players looking for a way to get back to the real world. With that settled, you all headed back to the pirates' base .
"Let's start off with some boxing," Razor announced.
"Heh heh heh. I'm about to send you packing," his lackey said.
Tsezguerra's man had beat him easy, backing him into a corner and throwing one punch after the other. The pirate couldn't use his nen to save himself and lost the match.
That was one win down.
You'd gotten the second with another man from Tsezguerra's team in bowling.
The third from basketball. So Team Tsezguerra had some firepower after all.
But something had changed within Razor's group. The big oaf from earlier stepped forward. And by the look of him, he was pissed.
"I'm done following your stupid orders! I'll be doing things my own way from now on!" He addressed Razor as he threw down his hat.
"ALRIGHT BRAT, LET'S STEP OUTSIDE!" His words were directed at Killua.
And while you knew the boy was more than capable of taking down this oaf, you couldn't help the surge of protectiveness that overcame you.
"Outside? You mean the Sumo Ring?" Killua taunted.
"I'M DONE MESSING AROUND! WANT ME TO KILL YOU RIGHT HERE AND NOW!!"
The Oaf's friend tried to pull him back as he stalked towards Killua. You stepped in front of him. If that loudmouth tried anything, you'd hurt him. Luckily for him, Razor intervened.
"That violates our agreement. You want to go back to jail, Bopobo?" That grin on his face never wavered, and you could feel his bloodlust start to stir.
If that oaf knew what was good for him, he should stop talking right away.
"I DON'T GIVE A DAMN!! I'M ALL DONE PLAYING THIS RIDICULOUS GAME!!!"
NPC's weren't supposed to know this was a game.
These pirates...
They were all real people.
"C'mon guys, whose with me!?!? If we team up, we could totally crush that damn bastard!!!!"
Razor's bloodlust released in full. He had every intention of killing this guy if he didn't shut up.
"Then we could find a boat and use it to get off this damn island!!!"
Razor has summoned a ball of nen, it's power completely destructive. You froze in place as he threw his attack at his former teammate.
The man's head, unable to withstand the sheer force of Razor's nen, splattered open. Blood poured out underneath him.
You were shaking, you were shaking so bad you couldn't stand.
Blood
There was so much blood.
You collapsed on your knees, a sick feeling churning in your stomach.
He'd killed his teammate. He splattered his brains everywhere. And yet....
And yet he kept that smile on his face.
You trembled on the ground eyes wide with horror.
This man, Razor, reminded you too much of them.
You couldn't focus enough on what was going on around you, not noticing the way Gon, Killua, and Bisky had tried to snap you out of it.
That sick feeling in your stomach rising up to your throat.
You hunched over and heaved, vile spewing out. You gasped in between coughs, trying to get enough air to calm down.
You barley registered someone patting you on the back.
"It's okay. You're gonna be okay. Deep breaths alright." It was Bisky.
You gave a few more gags and coughs, trying to get out your fear and disgust before calming down.
Bisky gave a gentle squeeze to your shoulder.
"You're okay. Do you feel a little better?" In truth, you did not. You wanted to hide. But now wasn't the time to be scared. You had to pull through. You needed to pull through. You couldn't let them down.
So you shakily tried to get up.
You felt a pair of small hands try to stabilize you.
"Can you manage by yourself?" You recognized the voice as Gon.
"I just need a minute and I'll be fine. Don't worry about it, okay?" You felt a sharp thud to your head. You turned to face your assailant, scowling.
"Idiot! Of course we're gonna worry about it!" You hadn't expected Killua to sound so concerned, let alone admit he was worried.
"You just collapsed and threw up! Are we just supposed to brush it off as nothing!?!? Gon! Back me up here!!!"
"Killua has a point. What exactly happened to you?"
"I don't do well around blood." You said as you stood up fully. You were thankful for the brief distraction the boys gave you. It was enough for you to regain your bearings.
"That's it?"
"That's it."
Then you'd felt it. You'd felt Razor unleash his full aura. The feeling of it almost making you collapse again.
"Is everything settled? Good, now I think I'll go with an 8 on 8 game...of dodgeball." Oh fuck.
This dude, who just spiked his buddy's head off, wanted to play dodgeball. There's no way.
Razor used his nen to summon 7 players for his side. It was gonna be one point per person. Whoever won would take all.
You did not like his grin at all.
And the weaker players seemed to be on the same page you were a few minutes ago. They all fled. Leaving just 7 of you left.
And Razor, the saint that he was, wouldn't let your team participate with just 7.
"There's no point in arguing with an in-game character, but wasn't Bopobo you're friend?" Gon's question directed at the beefy man. He sounded as upset as you looked.
"I don't get it. What could he have done that was so bad he deserved to die for it." Anger mingled with his aura.
Razor wasted no time answering.
"Robbery, rape, and murder too. 11 confirmed counts of you wanna get specific."
He was a convict, not a 'pirate' character. So did that mean... All these guys were criminals in the real world?
Everybody else seemed to have caught on as well.
"This isn't a virtual world," Tsezguerra started to explain. "Geed Island really exists. This game takes place in the world we all know." The news was shocking to your small group.
"However, revealing that information to a player who truly believes that they're inside a game is taboo. So that's why Bopobo was executed. This guy here, Razor, he's a game master. A real human."
They were all real. But why were criminals posing as characters here?
"Game master?" Gon asked.
"It means he's one of the people who created this game."
"But then- wait!" Gon's aura shifted over to excitement. Right. His father had made this game for him.
"Bopobo and the other pirates are probably condemned inmates," Tsezguerra continued. "He disobeyed orders and attempted to instigate a mutiny. Execution was warranted."
"It's not fake," Gon repeated.
"Afraid not, Munchkin. This is all real. A little too real," you mumbled the last part out.
"I never realized that," Killua commented.
"I had never even considered it," Bisky added.
The sound of Razor bouncing a ball grabbed everybody's attention.
"Well, it really doesn't matter much in the long run, since this island is isolated from the rest of the world."
"Hey, wait a second!" Gon interrupted. He took a step forward, aura now nervous. "If this is real life, then does that mean - that Ging is here too."
Gon's words immediately wiped the forever grin off Razor's face. But as quickly as it had vanished, it returned.
"I see, you're Gon Freecs I presume."
You took a stance besides Gon, already feeling Razor's shift in mood. And with Gon's confirmation, the anticipation from Razor's aura skyrocketed.
Did he hate Ging and want to take it out on his son?
Well he would have to go through you first.
"Your dad told me you would be coming here someday...And not to take it easy on you."
What?
WHAT!?!??
Gon's father, his own father, told this titan not to hold back!?!??? Was he insane!?!??!?
And Gon, your precious sun child, grinned at the information.
Maybe he thought of it as his father trusting in his abilities. But this is the same man who left his child. If anything it a way to deter Gon from finding him.
Alas, you couldn't find it in you to break the young boy's spirit.
You hoped you were wrong.
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Goreinu had substituted one player for a nen beast, completing the team of 8 and allowing you to play.
The rules were 7 players on the court and 1 outside. First team without any players in the court would lose. If you're hit with the ball, you're out and have to exit the court. You may bring back one player by saying the phrase "Back." Ricochets are live until they land on the floor.
Essentially whoever the ball hits last is out.
Good to know.
"And begin!"
Killua was the first to the ball, and prepared to spike it. He looked over at Razor.
"Go ahead, you take the first shot." He seemed a little more enthusiastic now, his forever grin feeling a little more genuine.
Killua spiked the ball over to Goreinu.
"You sound pretty confident. Well, consider this as may way of saying hello!!!!" Goreinu shouted as he hurled the ball at #4, effectively getting him out.
"All right!" Killua cheered.
"One down already, let's just try to keep it up."
Goreinu's nen beast tossed the ball back to him. He repeated the process and got out #5.
It was almost too easy.
Something wasn't adding up.
And you were proven correct when Razor caught Goreinu's throw with one hand. Despite your teammate pouring his nen into the ball.
"Time for us to launch the counterattack." Razor said as he coated the ball with his own nen.
Uh oh. This doesn't look good.
That nen had the intent to kill.
And poor Goreinu was none the wiser.
Razor wound his arm back, bloodlust leaking through.
The shot would kill him.
Another death I'm front of you.
"SWITCH WITH ME!" You shouted. Goreinu looked at you questioningly. You didn't have enough time to explain, not as you felt Razor launch the ball towards you.
You shoved Goreinu out of the way, now face to face with Razor's throw. You only had a few seconds. If you dodged, the person behind you was fucked. If you tried to stop it, your leg would snap like a twig.
Fuck it
Your nen was speed remember?
You focused your nen into your legs and dashed backwards, successfully tackling the person behind you down. You could feel an intense heat from the ball as it grazed your back. The ball itself imbedded in the skull of Goreinu's nen beast who was unfortunately in the wrong place at the wrong time outside the court.
"Not bad," Razor praised. "Getting you out won't be an easy task with that speed."
You tried not to look behind you, knowing you might not recover fast enough this time. Instead you focused on the person you tackled down.
"My, my. This is the third time you've thrown yourself at me. If I didn't know better, I'd say you have a crush." Goddamnit, it was Hisoka.
You should've let the bastard get hit.
"Go read the Bible you skeez," you grumbled out.
"Is everyone else okay?"
Goreinu hesitantly got up.
"That-that would have killed me." His voice was frazzled. He looked traumatized.
Maybe it was best to let him sit it out.
"We need someone outside of the court, can you manage that?" You asked, trying to distract him from his near death experience.
He looked at you with blank eyes before slowly nodding.
"Okay, there you go big guy. Leave the rest to us, okay?"
Razor lifted up a brow, curious to what you were doing.
"Should we count this as a win for my side then?" He asked. "This is a special case, since the nen beast in the outfield died, is Goreinu forfeiting to fill it's place?"
What were you, team captain?
"Just count it was a draw or whatever. I really don't give a damn right now" you hissed after making sure Goreinu was okay enough to be left alone.
"Very well then, it's a draw."
You made your way back to the court, not noticing the wide eyes staring at your back.
There was a giant scorch mark on your shirt.
A sign you escaped death by a literal hair.
"Let's move on," Razor instructed as he passed the ball to his teammates. The ones on the outfield passed it towards each other, then back to razor.
The four of them boxing in your group.
They were moving incredibly fast. So fast that even your eyes had trouble tracking the ball.
You'd hardly sensed it when #4 lobbed the ball at Tsezguerra's side. It was already too late to react, a sickening crunch filling the air.
Killua reacted quickly and picked up the ball. Surprisingly, nen still covered it.
Bisky and Gon rushed over to Tsezguerra's side to asses the damage. He'd most likely broken all his ribs. It was a miracle he'd been able to stand.
"He focused his aura on his back. That's the only reason that wasn't a fatal blow." Razor informed. "Alright tend to his injuries."
But Tsezguerra had refused, most likely the result of a wounded ego. Luckily, his men had tended to him instead.
Killua once again had the ball, bouncing it as he decided what to do.
"Hisoka!" Gon called out.
Oh no, the one thing you never wanted to hear from your boys. But you supposed it was time to see what the pervy clown could do.
"Very well, hand it over," he said gesturing towards the ball.
Apparently, Hisoka had an ability called Bunji Gum. It had the properties of both rubber and gum, as he put it. Meaning, he could throw the ball and have it come right back to him as long as a strand was attached to him.
Hisoka successfully got out #3.
"Now, let's have some fun shall we," he purred out. His nen once again completely predatory.
"Surely this can't be all you got."
Razor chuckled at his statement.
"Just bring it on."
Hisoka threw the ball, but before it could connect, #6 and #7 fused together. The now #13 caught the ball, and he was refusing to let go.
"You're a strong one," Hisoka conceded.
"Looks like it may turn to attack," Razor announced as his nen beast gave him the ball.
Uh oh
This wasn't good.
Gon and Killua immediately activated Ken in preparation. Determined Aura flowing from both of them.
"So you boys know how to use Ken, huh? Then you won't die. That is, if you get really lucky of course."
Razor loaded the ball with even more nen.
He really was trying to kill them wasn't he?
"Here I come, Gon."
Hell no
Razor unleashed a monster throw, the force of it shattering the lights above you.
There was no way in hell you were gonna let that hit your kid.
You didn't give a damn if this was personal.
You sure as hell didn't care if Ging set this up on purpose.
You didn't even care if Gon would be mad at you after.
You weren't gonna lose another kid.
These boys...
They were one of your own now.
You pushed all the nen you had towards your legs and dashed up. With unwavering resolve, you used your right and made contact with the ball.
Razor's nen battling yours.
It was excruciating, the nen burning your skin. But you pushed on.
You forced your leg to push up and the ball spun scorch marks against your skin.
You pushed with everything you had, the ball now slowing down against your skin.
It was a spectacle to behold.
Bloodlust vs something akin but different.
You grit your teeth and the pain flared up, feeling something snap. But you wouldn't waver.
Seconds, mere seconds that felt like an eternity, and with one final push, you kicked the ball up towards the ceiling. It went straight through, creating a perfect hole.
Met with no more resistance, you were flung back, skidding a few feet until your back hit the wall.
It was then that you let the pain take over. You were sure you snapped your ankle. And probably a bone higher up too.
"Son of a- gahhhh! Mother fu-ahhhh!" You bit your tongue, remembering not to curse. But goddamnit did it hurt. You thumped your fist against the ground, trying to distract yourself from the pain.
Immediately Bisky, Gon, and Killua rushed over.
"Y/n! Are you-?!?!" Bisky gestured towards your scorched leg and the purple bruising beginning to form.
"Can you-!?!?" You shook your head. You were in no condition to even think about getting up.
"You're leg, it's all-" Killua couldn't finish his sentence as he eyed your injury.
"Pain," you hissed out. "Very painful as we've established." Your nails dug into your palm, looking for any relief.
But the one who wore a worse expression than you was Gon. His eyes looked blank as he tried to reach out for you, but he pulled back last second.
His aura was riddled with guilt.
"He-he was aiming for me. And you- you-"
You gave him a soft thump on the back of his head.
"Don't blame yourself, dummy. I chose to block his attack." You reached out and have a soft squeeze to his shoulder.
"I chose to break my leg for you, so you better feel special."
He didn't look very convinced. I'm fact his mood seemed to worsen.
"But your leg-"
"It'll grow back, don't worry."
"Yeah but-" it'd taken a few seconds for your words to kick in.
"Huh!?!?" Gon snapped out of his guilt ridden state and eyed you curiously.
"What?!?! What do you mean it'll grow back!?!?"
"Gotcha." The boy stopped panicking and stared up at you with wide eyes.
"There we go." You grabbed his cheeks this time to ensure he would listen.
"Now, stop blaming yourself over nothing. I don't wanna sense guilt from you and I don't wanna see you looking sad. Got it? I'll heal just fine, so stop your worrying."
"You're not mad at me?"
"Well if you lose right after this I might be bitter, but as of right now, not one bit. So don't lose." You released his face.
At last, honey colored eyes beamed up at you.
"Okay! I promise I'll win!"
Atta boy Gon.
You let out a sigh and turned to face your other boy.
"That goes for you too. Don't lose."
Killua gave out a shaky smirk, still weary of your injury.
"You kiddin', as if we'd ever lose to that guy. You just sit tight."
Razor's medics at last came over to bandage and splint your leg.
This game of dodgeball was far from over.
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Fun Fact #4: Y/n likes to talk a big game, but they're secretly a teddy bear underneath. Hisoka is the one exception.
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