This is the newest version of Chrysanthemum! I hope you like it, I tried my best to make more edits to make it more enjoyable to read…I know I was skipping around A LOT in the last story, and this time, I found out a better way to make the story make more sense…anyways, please read and review pls! Also, if you absolutely must know, there is a little bit of abuse and violence along with a very small amount of coarse language.

On Diamond Island (four years after Ging left to take the Hunter Exam)

Kiku was born on December 1, an only child to a wealthy, loving couple who were currently housing their mother. Well, the couple loved each other. The couple actually hated Kiku, they hated having to take care of her and their mother, and if they could, they would've kicked their mom out, and leave her somewhere on the streets of the nearby village. At first, Kiku didn't even have a name. But while the couple was out, or they were asleep, Kiku's grandmother took care of her, and made sure that Kiku didn't wake up her parents. Eventually, Kiku ended up staying in her grandmother's room, and her grandmother taught her how to walk, how to talk, even how to use the bathroom. As Kiku grew, her grandma became her mom, and she loved her in place of her actual mom. A few more years passed, and Kiku had to help her parents with everything, including the bills. She worked in the diamond mines their island was known for, and she grew strong. After a hard day of work for the four year old, coming home wasn't any better. Her parents would already be asleep or at the bar, and Kiku would make meals for herself and her grandmother who would stay up just for Kiku. After they were done eating, they would watch the sun set behind the chrysanthemum fields and talk about anything and everything. Unfortunately, all good things come to an end, and her grandmother had already grown very old and had to leave the next year. Grief, grief, and more grief was all Kiku could feel, even some resentment toward her parents who were actually a little cheerful behind their fake sorrowful masks. Unfortunately for Kiku, their feelings toward her remained the same, and she was forced to work for the family and do independent studies on her own without help from her "loving" parents. The only loving thing about them is their love for each other and their alcohol, and loving to throw the empty glasses at Kiku when they were drunk. The first few times, Kiku was unable to dodge the glasses in time and a few would hit her arms and leave deep gashes from the broken glass in her forearms from where she tried to block her face.

Fortunately or unfortunately, (depending on how you look at it) Kiku grew used to their drunk attacks and could bear with the pain and could block out the nasty things they would spit at her like, "You're such a mistake." And what really pissed her off at first was, "You have a face not even a mother could love." Well, Kiku never could take care of herself, she worked in a mine for crying out loud, but when she took baths, she made sure all the grime was off, she smelled okay, and her hair was always brushed and in a ponytail. If there was something Kiku could do to make sure she was decent, she did it, and she just couldn't understand why her parents couldn't show even a little respect towards her. She didn't do anything wrong. But soon she grew impartial to anything they said or did, but when they did say and do these things, she didn't lie to herself; She knew she hated them, and she knew that if given the chance, she would fly far, far away from here like baby birds do after they grow up. However, no matter what she did could cover the scars from her parents, so she had to wear long sleeved clothes even when it was scorching hot in the mine, she couldn't reveal to her co-workers what kind of life she had at home. She just had to wait for her chance for when she was old enough to leave hell for good. That time came even earlier than she expected.

First POV:

I continued walking home as usual, when I noticed a pillar of smoke coming from where my house was, and I noticed that there were a few villagers running over. I jogged up to the house, and when I got there, the house was a mound of ash and a few people were shouting my dreaded parents names. There was no response. I walked over to the ash, and I could hear a few villagers saying that they were sorry for my loss, and that they couldn't save anything, that everything was burnt to a crisp. I didn't really care about the material items, I still had my sweater and change of clothes in my small backpack and my money from work, so there wasn't anything in the house that I needed. What I did wonder was where my parents were, if they were at a bar or if they burned in the house as well. I sat in my front lawn for a while and the villagers were gone by then, and the sun was about to set. Then I felt someone behind me, and I was about to turn around when I noticed that there was a slight sting on my neck and realized that something sharp was waiting to cut my neck.

"By any chance, are you related to the couple that lived here?" A creepy voice asked.

"Yes. Why?" I asked.

"Just wondering." The voice answered, and the sharp thing was put away, and a sharp chop followed right after on my neck.

"Ow! What the hell was that for?" I asked, rubbing my neck, now staring at a creepy clown looking person who now wore a very surprised face.

"Well that's surprising. I'm sure I hit the point." He said almost in a daze.

"What do you need? I was just sitting here and you decide to hit me, so what do you want?"

"Could you follow me and answer a few questions then?"

"Yeah. You could've just asked." I answered and stood up facing the clown. "What's your name?"

"Hisoka. Now follow me~." He said and turned so that he was now heading towards the forest surrounding the mountain I worked in. We continued walking in the forest for a while until we came to a sort of clearing. In the clearing stood three other people and another two who were on their knees appearing to be bawling their eyes out.

"WE DON'T KNOW WHERE IT IS SO LEAVE US ALONE!" A voice I knew I recognized but just couldn't put a finger on it. "WHY DON'T YOU ASK OUR DAUGHTER? THAT LITTLE KNOW IT ALL PROBABLY KNOWS!" That was when I realized. It was my all so loving father.

"Maybe I will." A tall pale guy with black hair responded coolly and turned to me. "I am Kuroro. Are you their daughter?"

"Yeah. Why?" I asked, genuinely curious about what he wanted. I really had nothing worth anything.

"We are looking for a key that their mom had. Do you know where it is?" He didn't really ask, he actually demanded where it was. Then I remembered the key my grandmother always had around her neck. She gave it to me before she passed away, and now I wore it, but it was the last thing I have to remember her by, and I was not going to give it to them willingly.

"Yeah, but why do you want it?"

"We need it for something. Could we have it?"

"No. Why should I give it to you?" I asked resisting the need to put my hand where the key was. I had to let them believe that I didn't have the key on me.

"We'll let you live." He added.

"I'd rather die." I said, dead serious.

"SEE? THAT FREAKING KNOW IT ALL DOES KNOW WHERE IT IS, AND TO TOP IT OFF SHE'S A SUICIDAL BITCH! WHY DON'T YOU K—" My mom was about to say "kill her," but the small chinese looking guy behind her swiftly cut off her head to stop her from talking.

"WHAT THE HELL? She didn't do ANYTHING so why the hell did you kill her? You could've killed the kid instead." My father asked getting very pissed off, I could tell cause on some parts he became quiet.

"Because she was too noisy." The chinese guy said and walked over to stand next to Kuroro who turned towards me.

"Then would you like to make a deal? I think I'm starting to understand this situation a little better." Kuroro said.

"Yeah." I said, glad one of the burdens was finally gone.

"If you give us the key, I will get you off this island, and I can make sure you don't have to work in a mine anymore and you don't have to worry about people like them." He said gesturing to my mother's head and my angry father.

"Deal, but can I kill my father too?" I asked, since I wouldn't have to stay here, there was no point in me keeping him alive.

"Sure," he said with a smile.

"Sounds like a plan." I said, dropping the key into his hand and walking over to where my father was. Two birds with one stone. Lucky me! I internally smiled. The blond guy who was standing behind him looked at me they walked over to stand next to Kuroro just like the chinese guy. I stood right behind my father, and without hesitation and without listening to my father's pleas, I placed my hands on either side of his viciously shaking head and cranked his head around hard until I heard the satisfying pop of his neck breaking. Then I stood back and watched his body slump to the ground.

"Welcome to the Spider." I heard Kuroro say, and I looked up to see all but Kuroro looking at me with surprise and I realized that I was smiling…I was smiling. I thought I forgot how to smile after my grandma died, but I guess I didn't. I walked over to Kuroro with my small backpack secure on my back. I finally get to leave, and I don't have to deal with monsters like these people anymore. I thought to myself, and the group proceeded to walk through the forest towards the ship yard.

How's that for a first chapter? I hope you liked it, so please Review, it would really help if you could point out mistakes and whatnot.

~Kinzupa~