Mafia X Mafia

Hello dear readers of FanFiction. I would just like to say that English is not my first or second language and I would really be happy if you would tell me if I made grammatical errors. Also I would like to give a quick summary of the story because beginning is really slow paced. Manly, chapters will be written as dialogues.

There in total will be a three stories. First one is solely centered around my two OCs Nora and Sota, later comes Hisoka as one of the main characters. Second one is reserved for Hisoka, his past and future choices, also it unravels the Phantom Troupe purpose and leads into the third story, the one around Dark Continent, Guardians, Wind, hunters and mafia.

I don't own anything. I'm just, like most of people, anticipating 350.

Chapter one - Dark Aura

Cold wind was playing with her hair as she sat on the window, looking at the night sky hoping for a single star to show its face. The evening was quiet, peaceful.

Mile in front of her lies a skyscraper with lights wildly marking it as a hotspot of the night. She was looking at it, calmly, waiting for the show to start.

A show that will at last moment change its face, killing people with surprise they didn't, not even in a dream, expect. She was one of these people. All she asked was peace, security and paycheck, what she got was a show filled with magicians, hunters, spider, mafia and red eye monsters.

Sign of armed guards aggressively entering building meant that plan started to envelop. Mark that she needs to enter the stage.
In building, towards which she was running, was held Annual Auction of Mafia Community. Stolen goods, old artifacts, unusual body parts... Everything expensive you could think of. Most people attending auction were employees of the most powerful people in the world. Not obtaining a special auction piece desired by their boss meant dishonor, and in some cases, death.

What she did, was sent her man to start a commotion in the Grand Hall. They needed, tumble for their plan to work, and two of her underlings will take care of that. A smoke bomb was the best solution for starting a clean mess.

With all power in her legs she ran to start her job. Running a full mile was unfortunately only option. Mafia Community has a habit of clearing streets more than a mile in radius from the building in which auction will be occurring. They believed in trust, security and money, all that matters to them. All guns, all trust.

Just now, when she was closing in the building, she noticed the creepy silence. What she wanted to hear was screaming and shouting of rich fools, but no, only guards speaking nervously on a phone. Only possible explanation that she could think at the moment was that plan didn't start yet, she was too early. But the guards earlier-

"Miss! Don't move!" One of the guard, with a gun pointing at her, stopped her blocking the entrance door. "What the hell are you doing? Running here?" He was shouting. "Someone could have shot you!"
She tried to speak, but she was completely out of breath. Running wasn't her thing. After a few seconds she finally straightened and spoke. "It's fine," Her voice was out of place. "I have clarification code," She showed him her bracelet. "I do security for one of the members. I am now employed by Community to do security, I am from division 13. I have full access."

With his phone he checked her bracelet with chip encoded in it. "I am very sorry for the rudeness Miss Nora. I didn't know there was more than 12 divisions. Problem is, we have a situation-"

"Move!" She pushed him out of the way. So the plan was still in motion, she deduced. Time is most essential part here.

She walked in and-

Everything stopped. Time, place, scene, her pulse. She could not move, breathe or do anything else.
Tremendous aura stopped her from taking another step forward. There is a danger here, she could feel it to a bone. Her whole soul was shaking, telling her to run and not look behind, not even for a second. Colors she saw... Dark, red, dirty from suffering and screaming.

Time passed and her senses still haven't returned to her. All her focus was on the killing aura and guards talking on a phone, they looked anxious. Everything was moving slow, like underwater, completely mute and suffocating. Two of her man are in here. Together with that monster, whoever he is. Such aura... Are her man, even unhurt, alive, she wondered in panic.

Slowly she started to hear voices of the guards. To start the play again, Nora ran towards the Grand Hall. She entered and stood still one more time. Behind! She couldn't move, breathe or even think. Her bravery was now down in a pit. Don't be afraid, she encourages herself, think about two of your men in there.
Puzzled, she observed Grand Hall - it was dead empty. Is this the Grand Hall? She turned behind and walked to guard behind.

"Excuse me, where is the Grand Hall?" Nora couldn't recognize her own voice.

"You were in it a - few seconds - before." Young guard was covered in sweat, mumbling and shaking.

Further puzzling and wandering around was unnecessary. Action needed to be taken. Her men are somewhere missing with whole hall of more that hundred people. No, she understood just now, they are not missing. She called herself a fool for not noticing earlier.

"Who is in charge of this building safety?" Nora's aggressive voice scared the young guard further more. It wasn't her attention.

"Um- No one, right now. Everyone are - gone. We can't even contact them."
"Ok, give me the ear-talking-thing." He didn't seem to understand so she just took the communicator from his ear.
"Nora of West Shelta here. Code 447652-13. Please redirect me to units employed right now in building."
"Understand," Response was instant.
Nora turned to the young guard boy who seemingly relaxed due to the confidence of his superior.
"How many units are employed in the building?"
"Four, Sir. One, two, four and six. There were originally seven, but three of them are nowhere to be found. Every unit is consisted of nine man."

"Thank you." She cleared her throat. "Unit one and two, go down to the treasury and check the artifacts. Don't, under any circumstance, go in combat. Inform me and wait for me if anything happens. Unit four, go outside and rejoin with outside guard. Check everyone's codes and IDs. Let everyone inside, but inform me if someone suspicious enters. Unit six stays on the path form the entrance to Grand Hall, report."

"But- Sir, what about missing people?" Asked the young guard. His speech was now more stronger. He actually sounded like a man.
"What is your name?" Nora's voice was now, in contrary to his, softer.
"Sota, Sir."

"That is a nice name." Short. It was quite important to Nora, the length of the name. She never managed to remember long and unusual names. "Sota, right now I don't care who is your employee, for this evening you work for me. You don't need to be afraid for long term employment, I lost two of my guards and I am completely guard-less. You will be paid. Do you accept?"

"I can't locate my boss so I really don't have any orders to follow, Sir."

"I am not Cheese -I mean Sir. I am Nora. Stop calling me that, this is short term employment, so there is no need for formalities."
"I understand-" Poor Sota was still stunned by her fast speech and sudden appearance of the word 'cheese'.
"Thank you," Nora smiled sincerely. "Please start by calling people under names Neil, Sasha and Mama." She unlocked and gave him her phone. "Tell them that plan is out and to quickly come here. The code is 'Burned Blueberry Pancakes'"
"Pancakes?"
She entered the Grand Hall again. There was nothing in it. Not a person, chair of a drop of blood, wall's were also clean. It was a really a sad sight.
"Um, sorry- Nora." He was still uneasy with calling superior by the first name. This would actually be his first time. "What will you do about missing people?"

"There is nothing to do. They are dead."

Nora kicked the imaginary wall inside her head. This, so called 'quick job' has started and ended a few minutes ago. Her guards and the men they planned on kidnapping and interrogating were all dead. It should have been easy and fast paced job. Two men plant smoke bomb, after twenty minutes in auction bomb goes off, she goes inside as guard to check her boss, two of her man walk with Strossmayer to middle of the hall, she comes in, he disappears they interrogate him and in the end, they nicely take the man home. This is a true example that every plan can go, no matter how good planning is, to hell. The result of chance of a probability-

Nora even dressed for an occasion. It was the first time in half year that Strossmayer will leave 'The Safe Zone'. Her men talked her into dressing up for welcoming the bastard. She had a black dress under tuxedo jacket and thick tights. The whole outfit was thrown out of place with big metal necklace and brown military boots. Her messed up leg didn't allow her to wear heels or other 'ladylike' shoes. Running in boots was enough trouble to begin with.
And now, waiting for response form units she thought about her messy outfit. In bright light it looked even worse.

"There is nothing in the treasury! Everything is gone! There isn't a single thing in there!"

Nora's eardrums were dead. The men was shouting like he was pierced with a blunt knife. "Understood," Nora stopped to gather her thoughts. All auction pieces were stolen, huh? All people present there were killed, or at least most of them. But, who could do something like that? If we presume artifacts weren't stolen before auction, that would leave them less than, what now - six minutes to take all and to take off quietly without attracting too much attention. No, they don't care about attracting other man. They already killed so many, they are strong. But that is the wrong path of thinking... My focus should be on disappearance of dead people. There wasn't a single drop of blood, piece of shattered wood, just empty floor that leaves people feeling alone in the space. The only thing I noticed was the smell of death. Sweet smell of blood, the smell of burned fabric, it was all so obvious. Where should be my thoughts?

Nora looked in the endless void of her mind for a while, trying in darkness to draw conclusion.

So I see- There are only two conclusions present and possible at all given circumstances. Or thieves stole the artifacts or they didn't. Simple. If they didn't, we are probably talking about treason of one of our own. However, if they did, that would be unfortunate. Only thinkable way right now to perform acts like that is by the usage of nen, probably conjunction or specialization, manipulation less likely. That could be interesting... Killers, thieves and nen users sound quite -

"There! In the sky," One man outside started to shout loudly. "Air balloon! It is flying form the building!"
"They got our bosses!" Another man said.
"Let's go men!" Tall one shouted, pointing gun at sky. "It is time for us to bring honor back to mafia!"
In following few seconds they all dispersed, driving their cars madly to catch up with an air balloon.

Nora kept standing there not believing what has just happened. I-I didn't think of them being on the roof. What the hell is happening? Her frown turned to grimace that looked both like surprise and disgust mixed together. Air balloon? What the hell? I-I... They did the classic manga escape tactic. What is this? In the next second she got her normal, vicious face back to normal. Huh- idiot. So to conclude, they are nen users. Bugs are back.
From the distance she could hear Sota running and calling her Miss Nora. "Are you gonna follow the thieves?" He asked.

"I'm not particularly interested in them, but I'm gonna try and persuade those idiots that ran into thick fog not to attack those monsters. So to answer you, yes I am going after them, unfortunately-"
"Please let me come!" Sota lowered his head. That gesture left Nora speechless. Not understanding why, this boy, is trying to achieve.

"Sure." She answered quietly.

This will be interesting.