To MaoIsSleepy: Thank you for your review, it meant much. I'm currently trying to find someone willing to correct my stupid mistakes, but for the time being I started to use two grammar checkers. Thank you for advice.

Chapter Two - To Find the Green

Hmm. Dreadful boring or interesting, I can't decide- yet. Maybe I will tonight. He-he.
It will be interesting to see him dance The Danse Macabre with Spiders. Who in the end will die, the boy in pursuit for revenge, or perhaps Spiders, Chrollo. He-he. Well, either way, he is mine. Sooner or later it will be.
I have more than an hour before the agreed time, better use it-

Tenement and moisture plaster gave bad stench to large storage room ready to collapse any moment. Few old timbers kept whole building in the place. Building, surrounded by bundle of other wrecked buildings which all, together seemed like large a graveyard of something that once was a city.
Seven figures sat at dusk, all in the complete silence, looking completely by the time that passes. Completely untouched.
Silence-

One of the figures sat up. Man. Strongly built and suited in the eccentric appearance. He looked something like the Joker form one of the oldest card decks, with tear on the right and star on left cheek, both in differing color. Strange appearance didn't seem to lure glares of other in the room. All of them had all so unique looks.

The joker figure approached another man. Suited in clothes with darker set of colors, he was reading a book. On his forehead was the mark that made him look superior, like the emperor, boss or something superior.

"I forgot. I made a rendezvous with someone today. I'll be back." Said one in the joker like appearance.
"Go for it, no problem..." Man responded. "If you're back before tomorrow afternoon," He chuckled. "A dirty trick, Hisoka?"
The light of the candle illuminated his face and his smile, stretched in the most sinister way. "Evidently."
_

For some time now, Nora and Sota, have been driving, following other Mafia cars that were pursuing the thieves. The night was all so dark and cold, cold, even for early fall. Nora was resting her head on the car window, thinking, while Sota was driving.
This persuasion seemed never-ending for Nora. Time had been going slower that she wanted it to go. Anticipation. Those murderers! She felt tired, emotionally exhausted from grief of losing two of her man. Truly to young to die alone, so inexperienced in life, to die so unfulfilled in bitter coldness. Uga was only twenty-one while Dalibo was a year older. So much that those boys had to overcome because their father was a thief, mindless thief that stole from the mafia. Truly a sad way to die.

For a while Nora wondered how will her life end. How old will she be? Will she die knowing that her life was fulfilled?
If she was to die now, how many regrets will she bring with herself to the grave?
Truly a sad thing to think about-
"Yo! Sota," She jumped from her mind into the car they were driving in. "You were in outside patrol, right? You had luck."
"Yes." He said with a sigh. "I would be dead if I wasn't, is that right?"
"Probably so. I'm not sure if everyone is dead, but a lot of people died tonight in that hall, I am sure of it." With the most serious look in her eyes she turned to the road in front of them, like scheming plan.

Sota constantly questioned if he should ask her some questions about her, it was not a secret that she was angry and angst. Should he try? "I'm sorry if I am imposing, but how can you be so sure? I mean, sure that they all died." Sota asked shyly.

"The smell of blood. By the way, it is okay for you to ask whatever you want. I guessed, since, now you no longer have an employer that I would hire you. I need a guard and you need a job, I presume. You should know as much of your employer as you would like, so ask whatever you want, you are not imposing." She couldn't really think of nothing more confident or better to say. Words came out on their own.
Sota's eyes were on a road, but if they weren't, they would definitely be on Nora with sad and thankful feel in them. "Thank you," Sota said.
"Huh?"
"Oh- Nothing," He said quickly.
_

Following the same endless road that lead to desert ground, cars finally stopped. Nora got out of car furious, red and without a word. For the past half hour she has been contacting people in lead of giving orders to those men, trying to persuade them not to attack, but all her efforts were in vain, because all of them were unwilling to hear second opinion, especially when it is from one of the Toshan dogs.

Those pissheads are going to send those men into death and will not remember it the next day. I just want to twist their necks like chickens. Ugh-
I could always attack Spiders, but if there is more that three of them and I fight them- I'm dead as hell.
All of them will die for nothing!

Think you idiot! Think!

Oh! The idea came.
Another option would be to use nen on those mafia idiots, so they don't attack Spiders in the first place. Huh- Like that I would only save twenty of them or less.
Ugh- doesen't matter, twenty is enough.

"Sota!" She exclaimed. "Please stay in the car for a few minutes, there is large a large crowd there and if we get lost, chance we will regroup in time if something happens is minimized." Nora said with almost a kind, tender expression and tone.
"Sure," Sota replied. "Well, we could-"
"Few minutes, one or two. I promise." She cut his sentence and strolled into the crowd.

Twenty youngest and purest, let me see. Nora was now jumping on the tips of her toes to see the wider picture of the scene. There were many men running toward the large opening crafted in the desert rocks. To spot men who has child or one to young to die was hard but not impossible.

Sota was now alone, leaning on the car waiting for Nora, now and then looking at the scenery to see if he could spot her. He chose to keep his gun close in his jacket. The most visible thing that changed the moment Nora was gone is his face. From youthful to completely dull and utterly without an emotion.
That woman is strange, he remarked to himself. So strange- I can see her clear as day, but - she has no presence. Like a ghost imposing the ground of the living. He looked up toward the sky. There wasn't a single star in the night, just unrefined darkness-

Screaming.

Sota's mouth opened wide when he heard men in front of him scream in agony. Like their limbs are being torn off, slowly, one by one.
Little more than twenty of them were running to the road like desert wanderers would to the cold spring. They didn't look back, just tightly hanging to hope ahead of them- their last resort.

Sota noticed looks in their eyes- bright, but so mad, tortured. Like the monster in them has been awakened and slowly tearing their skin to come out. Sota couldn't do anything but get in the car and cover his head with his hands. Their screams, so-
They were tearing his mind away from him.

"Please stop," He tried to focus on the leather seat and his shoes. "Please stop, please, don't...
Don't advance from here you- you better not... Take my face- I grow tired-The sky pretends to be sky- lungs. Take them and run- down- everything goes dark. Everything goes dark, falling- lungs bleeding-"
...ghouls come out to play-"

Warmth. Security- hand on his shoulder. "Oi! Sota," Nora's voice. "'There is no time for singing now." So soft- her voice. "Something happened. Everyone started running like they saw the giant man-eating giant. Creepy. We better get to some uphill clearing to see better what is happening."
She looked at him. "Are you okay?"
Sota muttered something, unable to find anything to say.
"Come now." Nora ordered and opened the trunk. There was a sniper. She took it and strolled, dragging Sota, to the nearest uphill.

Many people died in the hands of that mad, rampaging man. Large, covered in white fur, like a beast, he killed many mafia employees, who like ants were stepped on by his blood-thirsty aura.
"This is disgusting," Nora said as the strong desert wind pulled her dress suddenly forward and then backward. It almost looked dramatic, the whole scenery. Blood, full moon, autumn wind carrying the desert sand. "Just look at this!" She gave Sota the sniper and lay on the sandy ground. "I really want to crush his head." Nora said, almost snarling.

With confusion Sota looked at Nora and asked. "Shouldn't we kill him? With a sniper. Why are we just watching?"
Nora rolled her eyes at the boy who didn't understand general principles of surviving, or so it seemed. "Look," She pointed to uphill to their left. "See? There are five more of them."
"Wait? There are all Phantom Troupe?"
"Yap. There isn't a single chance I can take six of them down. If I try I will just jump into the most idiotic death. Guns can't do anything to them, trying it would just provoke them and we would be dead," She looked in the direction of five other members of Phantom Troupe. "They probably know we are here, but they aren't attacking because we are not worth wasting time-"

It is a good thing I put my aura down. If they were to recognize me, I would probably be tortured until death.
"Sota," He jumped from his previous position. "Quick survival lesson. If you want to survive in the Mafia you need to question everyone and everything. What I want to say is; before you do anything, find a reason why you shouldn't do it. That principle kept me alive.
Can you see. They tried to kill him with a bazooka. It didn't succeed. They tried with a sniper. On your right is the result," And there was. Men, with a crushed skull from just one small rock thrown by that large monster. Better not to test your luck.
"Soon, The Shadow Beast will come." Nora added.

"Wait," Sota eyes excited and he jumped up, leveling himself with Nora. "Those ten legendary nen users. They can do any given job, is that right? There is story that one of them killed one whole mafia household. Oh my god, finally, Phantom Troupe will be brought down." He was truly relieved. But-

"They are not strong enough to bring Spiders down. Sorry to let you down. Mafia still doesen't have much strong nen users," His face was still rejoicing unable to handle sudden realization. "Come now, we better leave. I'm on the Shadow's Beast black list. I am certainly not up tonight to dealing with mafia shit and bugs."

Nora got up and started walking back to the car. The weather was truly too cold for September. Only after some steps she noticed that Sota was still sitting on the dusty dessert ground. Oh Sota, you really are a good gigaku maker. Ha-ha.

She walked back to him and gave him a light kick in head. "Are you planning to oversleep here?" She gave him hurtful smile. "You will get noting by feeling sorry all day, all we can do now is collect some info about Phantom Troupe and try to stop them in future."
I still don't know if Uga and Dalibo are alive. I hope, oh- I so hope they are fine.
"Yes! You are right."

Huh? Why is there so much - anger, loathing. Red and blue. Such a sad colors. Jingling, wait? Are those-
In corner of her eyes she could see them clearly as day. Chains.

"Someone is trying to do something crazy! Sota lets go!" Nora shouted took boys hand and dragged him to opening where killing happened.

There was just a giant hole, they didn't see what happened there but that rampaging man and the Shadow Beast's were gone. Sota tried to stop but Nora's grab was stronger than he anticipated."Wait! Why are you going there? You said you can't defeat them. We will be killed!"

"Shut up," Calm tone for harsh words. She kept dragging him and looking ahead with great anticipation. "That someone there is real strong." He noticed her hand- it was shaking.
"You said Spiders are strong. Maybe you sence someone of them?"
"No. It isn't them. I am sure. I have never seen it."

It is that maroon aura. So- So rare! Beautiful colors. I- I need to see who is-

Jingling of chains stopped her from taking another step. This time she was sure she didn't imagine it. Chains.
"Sota, wait." Without noticing that Nora stopped moving he continued running. She tightened grip around his wrists and he stopped. "Look up." He looked up towards one of dessert uphills.
"Are those Spiders?"
"Yes," Nora said, seemingly excited. "One is missing. The one that was rampaging earlier. And look! They are running somewhere!"

She looked at him with excitement. "Something happened to that beast. I think that maybe, someone killed or captured him. Ha-ha, I didn't think it was possible," Her creepy, sinister smile didn't seem to frighten Sota anymore. "That maroon aura someone! I think that he got him!"
"Maroon? Wait! What?"
"There is no time for discussion! We are going to follow them! To the car!" Both started to run toward the closest car that wasn't blocked. Nora excited, while Sota nor frigtened, nor calm.

Phantom Troupe members were already gone, following that man with maroon aura that got one of their own. Strongest among them all -Uvogin. Number eleven.

Sota and Nora were now following another set of cars. This time a pray, they were hunting, was a lot more dangerous that the last one. Both curious in some way, they continued to follow the dusty dessert road. One of them curiously explores the world of aura and nen, while other, stained in black, following the shallow mission of death.

Who is that person behind the maroon-scarlet nen?