Driving Out The Darkness

A/N:This is actually a ReaderXKurapika fanfiction that I have on Wattpad, but the guidelines on this site doesn't allow second person, so I changed it to third person. If you'd like to read the original, the link to my Wattpad account should be in my profile ^^ This is dedicated to my friend who is a huge fan of Kurapika (I'm personally a fan of Killua).

Disclaimer:Hunter X Hunter belongs to Togashi Yoshihiro

'Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.' – Martin Luther King Jr.

Chapter 1: An X Inevitable X Meeting

Nydia second guessed herself as she stood in front of the huge manor. In comparison, she seemed like an ant. She gulped visibly and wondered, 'What am I doing here again?'

Ah, that's right; she was here because you were short on money and were desperate for a job. The inheritance left by her parents was slowly dwindling and almost gone. She needed a job to support herself.

She had taken the Hunter Examination two years back, but had never really done anything associated with it. The only reason she did it was because her parents had just died and she figured she needed some money, and not to mention, being a Hunter offered quite a lot of privileges. But that was before she found out about the inheritance left behind by her deceased parents. Nydia had been living off that for the last few years. Before she had learned of the inheritance, she had been introduced to nen and had been trained under an experienced teacher by the name of Takenaka Hiroki. Who would've thought that all that she did would come in handy?

Nydia had found an agency after investigating for some time and the woman in charge of there had recommended to her someone that was looking for bodyguards. It had seemed simple enough and she had wanted to be a Contract Hunter when she first started out, not to mention, the pay was pretty good. Scratch that. It was really good. Standing in front of the mansion, she could see why.

Unconsciously, she touched one of the twin pistols that rested against her hip, held there by a belt; her other one feeling the curved knife that was strapped against your thigh. It was a Karambit, and it fitted her purpose perfectly. Nydia performed a weapons check mentally, going through all the concealed weapons that she carried on her person.

'Hidden dagger in my boots? Check. Senbons secured to my arm? Check. Ring with a blade? Check. Hairpin that's recently been sharpened? Mhmm, everythings set. Now all that's left to do is enter the threshold!'

Despite telling herself that, she still felt hesitant to intrude the place. What if it was a trap? Even with all her weaponry, she'd probably still get herself killed. And what if she wasn't recruited? Surely there would be other applicants way better than herself who also came to apply, especially with the pay that was being offered. Before her thoughts could get any more out of hand, Nydia slapped her cheeks, feeling the sting from the self-inflicted move and shook her head, shaking those thoughts out of her head at the same time. Beside her, a whine could be heard. She looked down at the husky next to her who was nudging your leg. Noticing that it got her attention, the husky stopped and gave her a meaningful look. Nydia gave a sigh. "Yeah, I know, Damon." After her mental conflict with herself, she stripped herself from those thoughts. And with an unwavering gleam in her eyes, she raised her hands and pressed the bell.

Ding Dong.

"My name is Nydia, I come from the agency."

The gates slid open and she entered. Nydia heard growling beside her and she glanced and saw ferocious Dobermans snarling at her. Her animal companion returned the favour, but she gestured for him to back down. Instead, she took a step forward and held her hand out. The intimidating canines approached, but she refused to back away. This happened for a couple seconds before the Dobermans came close enough to sniff her hand. Finally deeming her as not a threat, they turned around and waited for their next victim.

Seeing as they had calmed down and left, Nydia continued on her way. Once she reached the entrance to the mansion, she was greeted by a butler. From there, he led her to an elevator and down a hall to a simple white door and gestured to it. "Please wait in there."

He took a step back as she stepped forward and took a deep breath in order to calm herself down. With determined eyes and a serious face, she opened the door.

Kurapika's eyes were drawn to the opening of the entrance door. It seemed like another applicant for the job had appeared.

He was surprised when the person stepped in together with a large dog and made their appearance. It was a girl; one that was around his age, if not younger. He saw that she carried twin pistols and a curved dagger, but that was about it. She wore denim shorts with thigh-high obsidian sock and mocha-coloured knee-length boots. An olive green drawstring jacket adorned her figure, and she wore a short army green tank top that ended above her stomach. Her hair was done up with a hairpin that glinted in the sunlight that filtered through the doorway. Beige hair framed her face and mahogany eyes twinkled. Black fingerless gloved were worn on her dainty hands. Beside her was a large husky.

Inwardly, he was stunned that such a pretty girl would be in this type of business and wondered what she was doing here; but he quickly dismissed the notion. It was not his business to butt into others; he had nothing to do with it after all. He came back into reality when the door clicked shut behind the girl and he noticed how she seemed kind of lost; probably because she knew none of the people who had gathered. Seeing that nobody was going to take the initiative, Kurapika made his way over to her and caught her attention in the process. Holding out his hand in greeting, he introduced himself, "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, I'm Kurapika."

Nydia had taken in her sights quite obviously as she were nervous, intimidated by the aura in the room. Usually she would do it in a more discreet manner like how she was taught by her teacher. If Hiroki-sensei saw her now, she were sure that he would be displeased and retrain her all over again. Just thinking about it made her want to cringe. Hiroki-sensei was a Spartan.

She heard the shuffling of clothes and sound of footsteps drawing near, and she saw a blonde teenage boy making his way over to her.

"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance," he began pleasantly. "I'm Kurapika."

He held out his hand and not wanting to be rude, Nydia grasped it and shook hands with him.

'Wow, he's so pretty…' Nydia thought to herself. The blonde – who she now knew to be called 'Kurapika' – stared at her. She weren't sure as to why until she realised she had voiced her thoughts aloud. "I-I mean, hello, I'm Nydia," she stuttered with a blush. 'Great, now I bet he doesn't want to associate with me.'

Kurapika had an uncomfortable look and tried to cough it off. Awkwardness settled between the both of them and it didn't seem like it was going to disappear anytime soon.

"I apologize for the wait," A voice interrupted, catching both of their attention. "It seems like everyone has arrived, so we will now explain the contract."

The butler who had greeted her was the one speaking, and from behind he brought out a remote. The huge painting beside him of a valley with trees was replaced by that grey fuzz that appeared on television sometimes, before a man with marks beneath his eyes came into sight.

"I'll start by stating the requirements," the man on the screen began. "I won't ask whether you have a license, I'm only interested in whether you can obtain the items we request. There's one month before the auction begins. Before then, you must find one of the items from the list we will provide, and bring it here."

"Here are the data cards," The butler informed, gathering everyone and handing out devices. Nydia held one in her hands, and it turned on with a 'beep'. The first item was a lock of hair from the famous actor Sara. Pressing down on the button again, another 'beep' sounded the next item was revealed; the right arm of a mummy from an Egyptian tomb. After that was an ichthyosis patient's scaly skin; then the skull of a one-horned creature.

Just as she was about to move onto the next item, Nydia heard a sharp intake of breath beside her and from the corner of her eyes, she could see that it was Kurapika. She saw how his eyes had widened, pupils dilating. Nydia was not stupid; she could tell something was wrong with the next item on the list. Glancing back at her own device, with a 'beep' she saw the next item; the eyeballs of a Kuruta.

Nydia may not be brightest crayon in the box, but she could clearly distinguish the link between the scarlet eyes and Kurapika's reaction. Not to mention, she could have sworn she saw a glimpse of red in his eyes. From this, Nydia were able to conclude that Kurapika was a survivor of the Kuruta clan and wore contacts to conceal his heritage.

"Hmm? What's wrong? You look pale," the guy on the other side of the blonde asked. He had a brown pompadour and was shirtless, only wearing a vest which didn't do much to hide his rippling muscles. "Ah, Kuruta eyeballs? A-rank obtainment difficulty. 'Preserve the scarlet hue immediately after death, preferably with the head included.' I've heard rumours that when Kurutas get excited, their eyes turn scarlet-"

"Shut up."

The tone in which Kurapika had spoken with was enough to make Nydia swivel her head around and stare. He didn't look at the delinquent looking man, he only stared straight ahead. She could see the outline of his pupil glowing red. "Not another word."

The man stared at him, right eye slightly twitched in shock at the blonde's reaction before turning his head away with a 'tch'.

"I'll say it again," said the man on the screen, garnering everyone's attention. "You only need to find one item from the list. If you are successful, you will be hired and begin training as a bodyguard and collector; best of luck then."

The screen turned fuzzy again and reverted back to the painting it was originally. Everybody began to leave, preparing for their quest to find one of the listed items. Nydia was going to go too when she saw the Kuruta standing still, deep in thought. His back was rigid and his hands were clenched so hard they were shaking. She pitied him. But no matter how much she wanted to comfort him for his loss, it would definitely not be appreciated as of right now.

"Huh?" She heard the guy from earlier who commented on the Kuruta eyes mumble. "The door won't open."

'What?!' Nydia thought in surprise. She ran up to the door, her loyal companion right on her heels, and tried to turn the knob herself to make sure that he wasn't lying; after all, he had a delinquent like appearance. "He's right! The door's locked!"

"Oh, I forgot to mention one thing," Nydia heard a familiar voice say. "The barest minimum requirement is that you be strong…Strong enough to leave this mansion alive."

It was only pure instinct that saved her. Nydia dove to the side just in time to avoid the explosion which blew the door off its hinges, Damon stood in front of her protectively when she landed, growling. She weren't the only one though. The brunette with a pompadour had also dodged in time, along with a dark-skinned man with his obsidian hair tied up in a ponytail. Through the thick smoke that accumulated in the room, people in black outfits that covered their whole body infiltrated with sharpened swords. Everybody, including her, moved back and got into fighting stances.

Kurapika was at the front of the pack and the chains on his hands clinked as he lifted his hand and a heavy iron ball that linked to the chain on his ring finger made itself visible.

From behind the sword wielders, people armed with guns emerged. They raised the guns and aimed, firing off in rapid succession. Nydia grabbed her curved knife strapped to her thigh and begun deflecting and slicing bullets that came her way. She also spent some of her nen on Damon, causing the canine to enlarge and fight by her side. Beside her, a short person with stubby legs whose gender Nydia couldn't conclude slammed their palm on a table and flipped it over just in time for a shower of bullets in their direction. Before the onslaught of bullets, the dark-skinned man had sought protection from the table just in time too.

On Nydia's other side, a woman with dark pink hair stood calmly, making her wonder what she was up to. Before Nydia knew it, the butler from earlier jumped in front of her with hearts in his eyes and shielded her. Instead of the woman being shot, the butler was filled with countless holes, bleeding profusely from his wounds. Seeing as his purpose was fulfilled, the woman dove to the side. Her indifference towards his life made Nydia sick. How could one just disregard another's life so easily? It made her question what the human race was becoming. Even if he worked for the one who put them in this situation, it did not justify his death. Nydia grit your teeth and gripped the handle of her blade tighter, continuing to deflect the bullets in her direction.

In front of Nydia, Kurapika spun his chain around in a circular motion swiftly until it became a blur. When a bullet strayed, he flung the chain in the direction of that bullet and caught it within the chains' gaps. 'Impressive…' she thought. Stunned by his skills, Nydia failed to notice a bullet making its way over to her until the last second. When she did, it just narrowly missed her, but it had made contact nonetheless. In its wake, it had left a shallow cut on her cheek, though it was deep enough to draw blood. Nydia winced as blood swelled and trickled down her cheek, and she quickly swiped the blood away, healing the wound in an instant. It was at times like this that she was glad for her enhancer abilities. 'Ugh, maybe I shouldn't have slacked off; now I've lost my touch. Should've known that this would come back to bite me.'

She continued to observe Kurapika, though she should've learned from her mistake. Nydia watched in awe as the bullets fell and clattered on the floor. The sword wielders ran towards him and struck. The blonde dodged gracefully, spinning and doing handstands. He crouched low and pushed of his feet, jumping extremely high, and landed on the banister.

As much as she wanted to continue watching him fight, she couldn't. Seeing as how the Kuruta was currently out of their attack range, they moved onto their next victim. Her. A squeak escaped Nydia's lips, quickly followed by a curse as she avoided an attack that would've left her blood spurting all over the place. Nydia whipped out one of her pistols. SHe wouldn't be able to fend them off with just her knife after all. Though she was reluctant to take lives, that didn't apply to those who were attacking her; she didn't hesitate to send a barrage of bullets their way and putting bullets through their heads. Damon rushed at them, tearing the assailant's heads off with his sharp teeth.

"Hmph, you guys did a good job of concealing your presence," complimented the pompadour guy. "But you're too weak."

That Nydia agreed with. They were pretty easy to deal with; the only problem was their numbers. Even if you were skilled, it'd be difficult to deal with so many people at such a close range. Though Nydia were pretty suspicious; what was with the endless rush of fighters in the opposition? She found out when one sneaked up behind her whilst her hands were occupied. She was lucky she noticed, she couldn't sense their presence at all for some reason. Nydia delivered a side-kick which sent the guy flying when she finally realised what was going on. 'Now I see…'

She glanced up when she saw a shadow cast over her and she saw Kurapika leaping off the chandelier in the direction of the other applicants here for the job. He whipped out a blade and held it to the guy's throat.

"Stop them. I'll give you three seconds."

"One."

"Two."

"O-Okay, I get it." As soon as he said that, the enemies deflated and sank to the floor, the clanging on weapons following soon after.

"What's going?" enquired the pink-haired lady.

"I knew it. So they were made from nen," said the buff brunette. "I could tell when I had landed a punch…that I was hitting a human-shaped aura. However…I didn't realise it was his nen."

"How did you know?" the offender with curly orange sideburns inquired.

"You were always careful to stand next to others for camouflage," Kurapika explained. Now that he mentioned it… "But when I observed from above, everything became clear. You were the only person not under attack."

There were sounds of surprise, and everybody encouraged the Kuruta to keep going.

"When assailants appeared on the second floor and I jumped onto the chandelier, they just stood there swinging their swords around in a futile attempt to reach me. I assumed that they followed the same order; attack the nearest enemy.

"The assailants were given simple instructions, so their attacks were also simple. However, it would take a skilled nen user to control eleven human-sized auras simultaneously; a nen user who would most likely be a manipulator. Given the size of the auras involved, the manipulator had to be within a few meters, which means that the nen user was inside this room."

The pompadour dude whistled and the manipulator with curly side-burns sighed in defeat. "You nailed it."

"My name is Shachmono Tocino," the assailant introduced. "I'm actually a hunter. I work for the boss here, so I will have seniority over you. Now that everything's clear, could you drop the knife?"

Kurapika hesitated, but relented and removed the offending item away from Tocino's throat. After that, Tocino sat down on one of the armchairs.

"Judging by those chains, you must be a manipulator…" Tocino deduced. "Well, I hope you won't hold a grudge. I was just following orders from the boss; "Test them by trying to kill them." But I never expected you to pick up on me so fast. Well, the five of you should be able to escape together." – Wait. Five? – "Good luck."

"Five?" repeated the puzzled shorty.

"Is there another plant in the room?" asked the male brunette.

"Yeah," Nydia told the man. "There is one more infiltrator."

Nydia heard Kurapika heave a sigh and step towards Tocino. "I'll assume that was meant to be a diversion, but either way, it was a mistake. I'll determine if there are any other plants before we all start becoming paranoid." He held out his hand and allowed the iron ball to drop, holding out his hand in each of their individual directions. None them elicited any reaction from the iron ball, that is, until he reached the dark-skinned man. Even though there was no wind, the iron ball began to swing from side to side, garnering gasps from everyone. "There. You are the plant."

"T-That's ridiculous! What makes you say that?" the man sputtered defensively. "Your chain just started swinging."

"That is dowsing," informed a melodic voice and realisation dawned upon Nydia.

"Huh? What's that?"

"Dowsing was originally a technique used for locating water and metal underground," Nydia explained. "But it can also be used in divination."

The shorty with the melodic voice nodded in confirmation. "I've heard of the technique being employed as a lie detector."

"That still doesn't provide concrete proof that I'm a plant," argued the man.

"He's probably right," announced the melodic voice softly, the person whom the voice belonged to pointed at the guy's chest. "Your heart began to pound as soon as he pointed to you."

…What was with the people here and their extraordinary abilities? Nydia felt so normal and like she was like the odd one out. The guy took a step back, but the girl – yeah, she was able to finally identify them as a girl after hearing their voice – continued. "If you were innocent, your heart rate would've slowly increased due to the stress of being wrongly accused. But your heart beat immediately sped up before gradually slowing down; the typical melody of a liar…coming from both of you."

From beside Nydia, she heard the buff man crack his knuckles and say, "I'm convinced. Both of them accuse you; that's two of the remaining six."

"Wait! Hold on! That doesn't make it true. It's possible that four out of six are applicants and two are fakes."

"I can confirm that he" – Wait. What? – "is not a plant," Kurapika announced, pointing his thumb at the girl.

"Excuse me, I think you meant 'she', not 'he'," the girl corrected. "And it appears that you are not a plant either."

"My point is that we can't trust you!" complained the guy with his rough voice. Ugh, the sound of his voice was grating against Nydia's ears and was starting to really piss her off. "You two could be working together." After seeing and hearing everybody's reaction to what he said, he coughed before continuing. "A-Anyway, this is a waste of time. We won't get anywhere by standing around."

"Hmph. No other choice then, I will have to settle this matter on my own," said the guy beside Nydia before bringing out a piece of calligraphy paper and a calligraphy brush. Then he began to write on the paper. Once he was done, he held up the paper for everyone to see and announced what it said. "'Everything that comes in contact with my fist will completely burn.'"

"Huh?" exclaimed everybody including Nydia.

"This is my special power! Great Haikuist!" the guy said with vigour. To indicate that he was being serious, he clutched the script in his hands and demonstrated his ability by punching an innocent chair which promptly burst into flames. '…Your sacrifice was not in vain.'

"Damn it all to hell. It didn't burn very well. Well, that was a failure," he mumbled. "That was haiku, the prized literary art of my homeland. When I read a haiku, it happens. There's your explanation; now back to the subject at hand." In the background whilst he was explaining everything were whimpers of fright.

Getting another sheet of calligraphy paper out, he began writing on it before showing the guy we were currently accusing of being a plant.

"'Anybody who responds untruthfully to my questions will be burned.' In other words, liars will burn in hell." The dark-skinned guy gulped nervously, shaking all the while. It was pretty obvious now that he was the plant, but Nydia thought the pompadour guy was just playing around with him now. "So here's the question. Are you a plant?" he asked Kurapika.

The boy in question replied, "No."

The man turned to the next person, the short girl with the melodic voice. "What about you?"

"I am not."

"How about you?" he questioned, facing in Nydia's direction. She shook your head. He moved onto the next person. "And you?" he asked the pink-haired lady.

"No."

"Are you a plant?" he asked Tonico.

"Yeah, that's right."

He turned to the last guy. "Please think carefully before answering. Are you a plant? Give me your answer!"

Feeling the pressure, the guy finally gave up. "My answer is yes." He walked over to a couch and plopped down. "Impressive. I'll reward you with some information. My name is Squala. I don't have an official license, but I'm a hunter with manipulator skills," he claimed with a smirk. "I used my manipulator skills to instruct something to follow a certain order. You managed to unmask me, but that doesn't mean you'll escape alive…"

As he was speaking, the pink haired-lady passed in front of you and asked, "What was the something, and what was the order?"

"Hah! This wouldn't be much of a test if I told you," he responded. "Fool. Hmph. Even if you tortured me, I won't talk."

The woman then tapped the guy's shoulder which got his attention and kissed him. 'W-what? What's she doing?!' The guy blushed and the next time he opened his eyes, hearts had replaced them. 'Oh God…Don't tell me she did that to the old butler too? Ugh…that's just gross…'

The act had left everyone stunned with their mouth hanging open. She backed away and licked her lips in a somewhat seductive manner and stated, "This is my power, Instant Lover. I'm also a manipulator. Anyone I kiss becomes my slave."

"M-M-Mistress!" panted the dark-skinned guy pathetically. A coating of purple nen surrounded him. He stuck his tongue out like a dog and Nydia thought, 'This must be what they mean by a "love struck puppy".'

The lady then took a step forward and smashed her heeled boots on his face. "Take that, and that, and that, and that, and that!"

"More!" the guy yelped – Nydia was seriously considering him to be a masochist now – as he was being trampled upon. "Please step on me more!"

Nydia knew she shouldn't be feeling like this, but it was pretty amusing to watch.

"Now, answer my question!" the lady demanded. "What did you use your nen on, and what was your command? Answer me! If you don't answer me, I'll stop treading on you!" 'Man, that's some twisted logic.'

"I'll talk! I'll talk!" he wailed. '…It actually worked?!' "I'm just a l-lowly dog trainer. I used my nen on the dogs that run around the mansion." – How could he?! – "For example, the Maltese were told to nip at a target's feet to slow them down; that's when the St. Bernard is to use its large body to smother the target. At the same time, the Dobermans will rush in and finish the target off."

Nydia were disgusted with how he got dogs – or any animal for that matter – to do his dirty work, being an animal lover. Beside her, Damon growled as though he understood what the man was saying. The man continued to speak. "If the target still escaped, the bulldogs will-"

By that time she couldn't stand it anymore and decided to sic Damon – who was still in his enhanced mode – on the guy. He yelped as he fell to the floor, finally snapping out of the woman's control, with Damon pressing down on him threateningly. Everyone turned to look at Nydia as they knew the husky was hers. "Ah, sorry, I couldn't stand to hear him talking about it anymore," she apologized. Then Nydia turned to the man pinned to the floor with a glare. "That's enough. Release them from your nen."

"Understood!" the man cried; with that done, everyone was now able to freely leave the mansion. When they exited the entrance, the dogs growled lowly, but kept to the side, allowing the guys to leave without harm.

"So the dog-tamer has been reduced to a pet, huh?" the pompadour guy – Nydia seriously needed to learn everyone's name, she couldn't continue calling them 'pompadour guy', 'pink-haired lady' and 'shorty' forever – commented.

"Don't say that!" the female who had 'reduced the dog-tamer to a pet' objected. "I only did it to make him talk. If I wanted a pet, I'd be pickier."

"Oh, that reminds me, I never caught your names. I'm Basho," pompadour guy remarked. "As you can see, I'm a conjurer."

"I'm Baise," said the pink-haired lady.

"Senritsu," injected the shorty.

"It appears you can hear heartbeats. What category do you fall into?" Basho asked Senritu.

Senritsu only replied with a mysterious smile and an enigmatic, "Well, I'm sure you'll find out soon."

"Tch. Playing coy, huh?" Basho looked over at Nydia. "What about you?"

She hummed. "I'm Nydia, an enhancer." Beside her, she heard a whine and felt a nudge. "And this is my friend, Damon."

Senritsu hummed and turned to Kurapika. "And you?"

Kurapika stared ahead, no reaction coming from him at all, but Senritsu pushed on. "I'd like to know your name, can you tell us?"

"I refuse," Kurapika stated bluntly. "We don't know if we'll be working together."

As he said that, Nydia saw him glance at her from the corner of his eyes with a certain gleam in them. She closed her eyes and smiled in understanding. If he didn't want his name to be known, then she wouldn't tell them.

"Yeah, that's true," Nydia heard Basho say. "We cleared the first test and escaped the mansion, but the real test has just begun."

"We must locate one of the designated items and bring it back, or else we won't get the job," Baise reminded.

"If we're all interested in this job, we're bound to run into one another again," Basho commented. No one replied. Everyone knew he was right. It wasn't until they had all stood outside the manor that Basho spoke up again. "Well, we'll now be going our separate ways."

Everybody nodded in agreement and silently began to part ways until all that the only people left were Nydia and Kurapika…and Damon.

"E-eto…" Nydia began, trying to break the silence. He didn't even look at her. His emotionless front sparked annoyance inside her and she huffed in irritation at how he didn't even spare her a glance. "Excuse me," she tried again. Once again, no reaction. An anger mark appeared. "Kurapika."

This time he looked at her. 'Finally.' "What?"

It took Nydia a second to remember what she had wanted to say. "Um…Is it possible for me to…" she mumbled, rubbing her knees together and twiddling her thumbs with a blush rising on her face.

"…" he didn't say anything as he waited for her to say something that was comprehensible.

Gathering her courage, Nydia quickly asked in one breath, "Isitpossibleformetocomewithyou?"

"Isitpossibleformetocomewithyou?" Kurapika heard Nydia say. Despite speaking so fast, he was still able to make out what she had said.

"No," he replied curtly. "This is an individual assignment."

As he said that he could see her holding back tears, and it took him aback. 'Really, what is a girl like her doing in this sort of trade?' Feeling slightly guilty, he asked, "You should know this, so why?"

Nydia bit her lips and chewed on them. "It's just that I don't like working alone. Our possible employer is looking to hire bodyguards; that's the reason I applied for the job; aside from the money."

Kurapika stared at the girl. How she made it this far was a mystery to him. Seeing as how brutally honest she was – she was pretty easy to read. She should fix that – he contemplated on whether or not he should. There was a possible chance for them to become co-workers, and by doing this, they could practice teamwork. Not to mention, he still didn't really know much about her nen ability. From what he saw, he knew that she could harden weapons and make creatures grow larger and enhance their abilities to far more than they are capable of, but that was it. There was a possibility that she could come in handy for his cause, though he doubted it. What could a girl like this possibly do against the Phantom Troupe?

What made him finally relent though was the look on her face; it was so desperate. He couldn't possibly make a girl cry too; it would make his mother roll in her grave.

"…Fine."

He was sure he made the right decision when he saw her smile.

'The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed.' – Carl Gustav Jung