A/N: Ging's POV.
Immortal Souls
Ah, the wind. It's so good to be in the face of the wind, feeling it whip through oneself with all the gentleness of clouds. The sun is dipping ever more slowly into the horizon, blinding all who dare to gaze straight into it with the gusto of a dying day. How dramatic... How beautiful. Maybe humans are just cruel, for beauty is always to be found within something in pain and helpless. The damsel in distress.
But I am far from the prince who rescues the weak. In fact, I hold them in my disdain.
That is the reason, for which I would leave my only son just a nen-fastened box and whatever Mito would care to say about me. It's rather cruel, really. I wish for him to be strong, to be a prodigy amongst men. The ordinary would only disappoint me. That is why I couldn't stay at home to be a good husband and father - it would slowly kill me, because it was so boring. My wife must have understood that.
I wonder how my son is doing now. Too involved with my own projects to look into it myself, I had Netero track Gon, and then out of curiosity, Zaoldyck Killua, the boy he has taken a liking to for a long time now. Last he had reported to me, I was flying in a similar fashion over Whale Island, while the boys were doing research on the game, Greed Island, that my companions and I had created.
Well now, let's check in with the dear sensei, Netero-san.
Ending Notes: Originally a one-shot, but now I reconsider. Want to tell me if this is worth continuing?