Chapter 1

I'd say it was Gon's fault for liking to do idiotic things. But then I'd say it was my fault for liking Gon despite those idiotic things.

I could feel it before I actually saw it. The inevitable was closing in.

It had been an autumn day like any other. The skies were blue, the air was crisp, and leaves littered the ground as far as the eye could see. The occasional car strolled by, though there were rails and a patch of foliage separating our path from the road.

School had let out about an hour ago and neither of us wanted to go home.

"Killua!" Gon hissed, halting us with a hand on my arm. "Look! Look!"

I followed his gaze to the base of a tree where a small creature stared at us, cheeks puffed out with food. A sweat drop formed on my head, "Gon…it's a squirrel."

"I know!" His very being began bubbling with excitement, like it does when he has a plan that will most surely sound stupid. And I know those are the kinds of ideas I can't help but join in on.

The squirrel tilted its head to the side, dropping a nut when it saw us creep closer. It turned its head to the side, then to the other. Deciding whether it should takes its chances with the car infested road or dive into the rushing river a long way down.

Chickening out, it rushed forward and darted between my legs then away and away and away.

"Catch it!" Gon laughed, chasing after it. I rolled my eyes and followed close behind him, slinging my other arm into my bag to keep it from getting in the way.

It wasn't until the squirrel risked a peek back, making it slow down, that we were able to get within a good distance. That's when I felt it.

As Gon pounced on the squirrel, laughing and laughing, I slid to a stop and looked around. There was a rumbling, vibrating, I could feel through my feet. Then it reached my ears and I recognized the honk of a truck.

A truck?

From the road, of course. There was nothing strange about a truck. I looked towards the road – or where I thought the road was, anyways. Currently, a thicket of trees and bushes blocked the view. It blocked the drivers' view of us, too.

"Gon…" I mumbled, glancing at the trees warily. He looked up with a grin, holding the squirrel proudly. "I caught him, Killua! Isn't he so cute and pudgy?" Then the smile slipped off his face and his eyes widened. "Ne, do you hear that…?"

A small trickle of black liquid trailed towards us from the trees, flowing past Gon, stopping at my foot. The squirrel began screeching, clawing at Gon to escape. He let it go and it scurried away.

Just as the heap of metal people called a truck came tumbling and crashing towards us.

Our eyes met for a second. A split second. And I knew – I think he knew, too – that we were gonna die.

The truck exploded before it reached us, the vegetation immediately catching fire. It was like a bomb going off and the impact had me hurtled off the edge of the path and down to the river far down below.

I never did know what happened to Gon. One second he was there, the next the world was red and black. And all I could think about was the smile on the truck driver's face.

Before I hit the water everything was completely back.

Tape 001

D: Are you feeling well?

K: Huh?

D: Are you feeling better?

K: …

D: Is something wrong?

K: Who are you?

D: Who do you think I am?

K: …I think you're crazy.

D: Why is that?

K: …

D: Would you like to go back to your room for today?

K: …Yes.

D: Very well.

End Tape

TBC…

Yuuki: I've written…something not about Kurapika. I feel proud.

Kurapika: I'm not sure whether or not I should be offended with that statement there

Yuuki: Heh…I sort of stole 'The Art Of' part of the title from one of my un-posted stories…from The Art Of Being Kidnapped. I just felt like it. And I've also decided not to name the chapters…Dunno why. Hmm…should I include any pairing into this? I mean, his 'liking Gon' thing in the beginning could just be friendship, ya know!

Illumi: Review

Yuuki: *whacks* NOU! You must say PLEASE! Have you no manners?

Killua: He doesn't, actually

Yuuki: oh…ok then!