Author's note*
CHAPTER 2
This is the first time I'm on all writing roll. And it's been a long ass while since I've been on a "roll." I probably jinxed it ;-; Well, hopefully I'll have chapter 3 ready for you all to read next Saturday/Sunday~. Again I would like to thank SuperSaiyanHollow for editing and being great ;-;

Leorio sighs thankfully as he plops himself down on an engorged tree root. He physically relaxes onto the rough bark of the tree, not at all minding the way the coarse texture practically scratched the skin of his back. However, the longer he sat there the more uncomfortable he became. Leorio pulls away from the trunk of the tree and settled with leaning on his knees with his elbows. A wide smile stretches across his face as he brings his own ID tag up to eye level. He twirls it in his fingers. "So, Tonpa was your target. Thanks for nailing him."

Kurapika nods in acknowledgement as he sits back on a root sprouting from the earth.

Both Kurapika and Leorio had just retrieved Leorio's stolen tag along with two extras. Tonpa and his two accomplices, Sommy and his pet spider monkey, teamed up to trick Leorio into taking his ID tag. Tonpa ran off whilst the spider monkey and Sommy made off with Leorio's tag into the trees. Thinking the trio had the upper hand, mocking Leorio for being so gullible, Kurapika showed up right in the nick of time, giving Tonpa a blow to the head.

"Don't thank me, Leorio. I held my tongue when you were about to be attacked from behind." Kurapika paid no mind to the way Leorio's chest puffed up and his shoulders raised angrily. That was a lucky miss too. Leorio barely dodged being struck in the back of the head by Sommy. Kurapika trusted Leorio to have the situation handled, and he did not disappoint. That was a risky move, holding back while the two ambushed Leorio, but the Kurta's first priority was to steal Tonpa's tag. Had the situation gone awry, then the Kurta was sure to repay his friend back.

Kurapika ignores Leorio's temper as he continues, "I had to hope that you would handle it or what use would you be to me as a partner?"

Leorio glares at Kurapika hard before rolling his eyes. "Ah… What the heck, it worked out, didn't it? With your tag and Tonpa's you've got six points. You're all set!"

"Yes, as long as I don't lose them." Kurapika tucked away his own tag and Tonpa's in his pocket. "118 though is only worth one point," Kurapika says, holding up the extra tag.

Leorio shrugs. "A point is a point."

"True." Kurapika tucks the extra tag into his pocket for safekeeping. "Now, about your target, Bourbon," Kurapika says.

Leorio nods, unlocking his suitcase to store away his ID tag. While Tonpa was chatting Leorio up he gave said teen valuable information on who Leorio's target is. Bourbon is one of five surviving applicants who specialize in chemical weapons. His preferred choice in toxins is uncertain, Tonpa could only guess the man had a wide range to work with. He doesn't stalk, instead he lures his prey into a trap he's set up and gambles their lives for something Bourbon wants. If Leorio's careful, he should outsmart the older man and sucker punch him before he could use his poison against him. Leorio's got this in the bag!

Kurapika stands as Leorio closes his suitcase. "Make sure we don't have any stalkers." Leorio nods as he stands as well .

They ascend towards a random path standing side by side. They remain quiet throughout their hike with an intense atmosphere surrounding them. They're alert, wary of their setting... Well, at least Kurapika is.

Kurapika looks towards the taller teen, sensing that the other's mind is elsewhere. As if to confirm his suspicions, Leorio's face is formed into a distort, bothered look. Kurapika's features are tense as well, knowing very well what's in the other's thoughts; something Tonpa had mentioned, something Kurapika wished the man kept a secret.

"I knew you were keeping your tag in your case," Tonpa says in a cheeky tone.

Leorio was on one knee with his fists at his sides, ready to defend himself. His eyes tear away from his suitcase, its inner contents now on the earthy ground in a jumbled mess, and glares at the smug look on the big nosed man's face.

"Tonpa, you two are working together?!" Leorio shouts, referring to the man whom near pounded Leorio to the ground. He stands, showing he's not intimidated whatsoever.

"Exactly so. I didn't need your medicine, I have my own!" Tonpa tosses the tablets in his hands as proof to Leorio, having lied to the man that he needed medication for his deeply pained stomach. He chucks the pills into his mouth and swallows them whole. "And, I might as well confess. I wasn't lying when I said your small, silver-haired friend was my target, but going after him is a deathwish. So I thought, why not take it from the weaker targets instead? So, I started with you."

"Why you…!" Leorio's jaw clenched, teeth in full view like an wild animal.

"Hey, better us than that clown, right?" the attacker comments. He and the spider monkey on his shoulder held the same smirk.

"What?!"

"We noticed the way Hisoka was checking you out. Looks like we did you the favor of taking your tag off your hands, Hisoka might spare you all thanks to us. So, no hard feelings, right?"

Leorio swallows thickly, heart now hammering in his chest. Tonpa too has noticed the way Hisoka was eyeing him, so it wasn't Leorio's imagination. Goosebumps spread across his body from his arms to his spine. He's glaring at nothing, fearing that Hisoka might ruin his chances of becoming a hunter… oh yeah, and dying is something he should be worried about too. Leorio is just so close to getting his hands on that license, the fact that he's here and this far into the exam is a miracle. If he fails the exam, Leorio's more than sure he's not going to be as lucky with next year's phase as he is now.

"Leorio…" Kurapika's soft voice was enough to bring Leorio out of his depressive thoughts. Said teen looks down at the other. Kurapika wasn't exactly looking at him, but Leorio knows he's being acknowledged. "Let's stick together for the remaining four days." Kurapika says nothing more. His single sentence signifying that Leorio will be safe as long as he's with the Kurta.

Leorio was taken aback at the sudden request. He took a moment before smiling sincerely at Kurapika. He hums, nodding in agreement with the Kurta. He looks forward now feeling much more at ease and confident. He shouldn't give up on hope now! He's still got four days to go. Whatever happens Kurapika will be there to help him, and with that Leorio is truly grateful.

Killua stopped dead in his tracks after doing nothing, but walking around the island. The sun is setting, darkening the blue sky into an ombre of orange and red. A cold breeze blows through Killua's hair. The trees rustle gently along with the wind. The day is already coming to a close; Killua's been on foot for two days straight.

He sighs heavily, already having enough of this game. "You think I don't know I'm being followed? I know you've been stalking me since the beginning," Killua states. A wicked grin spreads on his lips. "You fail at hiding yourself. Show yourself, let's play~."

There's an eerie silence for a moment. The air stills for a second, as if too intimidated by the young ex-assassin to spite him. Then, there's a ruffling sound; Killua was sure his predator was going to reveal himself, but the ruffling stops and his stalker remains hidden.

Killua turns back, eyeing a particular area where a large tree is being surrounded by some tall bushes. "You're wasting your time. I'll never give you an opening to attack," Killua spoke as a final attempt to get his pursuer out in the open.

Nothing .

Killua sighs exaggeratedly. "Fine. Here I come!" Killua warns, walking towards the now noisy bushes. "You're very annoying, you're worth one point to me." Killua hums as the bushes become louder until finally out came out the stalker.

It was one of the guys that came into the exam with his brothers. Killua only guesses him to be the older sibling since he's taller and fatter. He wore a striped, yellow shirt with a long-sleeved, black shirt under, a white and blue cap with its bill facing back, and he has no eyebrows, but has a pointed stripe running down his eyes and over his heavy bags; probably thought he'd look intimidating that way.

The older teen smirked down at Killua and struggles his way out of the bushes to get to Killua. Killua came to a stop, watching as the older made his way towards Killua. He stands before Killua, staring down at the smaller with a menacing grin.

"You're a pretty sharp kid," he says with a dark chuckle.

Umori is his name. Truth be told, he isn't sure if Killua is his target or not, but Umori always liked the idea of scaring people enough to piss themselves. Who better than a kid to traumatize for life? So, he's been following the younger in hopes of inflicting paranoia, though, he didn't expect to be following Killua for such a long time. It's best he ends things now or else he'll end up wasting time and losing the 4th phase.

"Hand over ya badge, kid, and I promise I won't hurt ya as bad~" Umori declares, tone becoming low and threatening .

Killua only stares up at Umori, not at all frightened or panicked. He's dealt with more ruthless men than this, and even they weren't enough to embed fear into Killua's core. A single brow raised in question to Umori's threat. He tilts his head back to better look at the taller. With a bored expression, Killua says, "Stupid."

Umori sneers at Killua and shot his fists towards Killua's head, punching his left cheek. He angrily grabs Killua by the collar of his shirt and brings him up to eye level. Killua's skateboard drops to the ground, legs now dangling in the air. "Does it look like I'm playing games?" Umori inquired. He glares daggers into Killua's shadowed eyes, bangs in the way of his sight.

Killua jerks his head, snapping his hair out of the way. He brings his hand up to view. "199, huh?" Killua hums, twirling Umori's ID tag in hand. "Did you know you were my target or are you just an idiot?"

Umori lurches back, shock written all over his facial features. He releases Killua in favor of searching in his pants pockets to see if his tag was actually stolen. "H-How did you-"

"You saved me the trouble of searching for you." Killua flips the tag in his hand. Umori looks back towards Killua in disbelief. Killua leans on one leg, looking at the troubled man with his head tilted mockingly to the side. "Thanks, moron~."

Umori growls and raises his fist. "Give it back!" He shouts as he launches another fist at Killa.

Killua dodges the attack with ease, stepping aside as Umori fell forward. The fool lost his balance while putting too much pressure onto his fist.

Umori fell to his knees, but immediately shot his glare back towards Killua. He jolts back in shock; the kid disappeared! Umori stood to his feet with his hands raised. He skims his surroundings, eyes darting from bushes, to leaves, to vines, and to roots. Where the hell did the squirt go?

A sudden kick to the back of his knees forces Umori to fall down again. A firm hand grabs his shoulder from behind while a sharp object pressed itself against his neck. Umori can hear his own heart in his ears at how scared he is. This kid, who is he?! Umori swallows thickly, praying to the Gods to watch over his brothers when he's dead.

"Keep still. My nails are razor sharp," Killua warns, pressing his nail into Umori's skin to emphasize his point. A droplet of blood seeps to the surface and runs down Umori's neck. The hairs on the back of Umori's neck stand, goosebumps covering his whole body now. Sweat forms on Umori's forehead, gradually running down his face as Killua keeps him still for the longest time.

"Listen, I've been pretty bored lately with you following me about. I'm itching for a fun game, so why not change the tables of cat and mouse. I'll be the cat and you be the mouse~," Killua practically purrs. He's been waiting for something fun to do, and it finally looks like he's getting his wish. "I'll give you a three minute head start, starting…. Now~!" And with that, Killua pushes Umori forward to fall on his face.

Umori groans from the pain, hand going to his face to soothe it. "Time's a ticking. Tic, tock, tic, tock~," Killua chimes.

The threat was enough to make Umori scurry off, grabbing at the roots of the trees to help him run faster on all fours. He cries out for his brothers, Amori and Imori, as he finally pushes himself up to run on his two feet.

Killua watched, amused as Umori shouted in fear and fell on his face a few times until he was finally out of sight. Three minutes is far too long for Killua to wait. He's been waiting two days for any sort of excitement. He'd be damned if he waited any longer~.

With a playful grin on his face, Killua puts away his six points and reaches down to grab at his skateboard. He strolls forward, wondering if Gon is having fun too~.

"Well… come on out."

Gon's heart stops at Hisoka's request. He noticed me?! His hand tightens around his fishing rod as shivers run down his spine. His heart is at his throat as he keeps still, fearing that the slightest movement will give his hiding spot away. Has Hisoka discovered him? He's been quiet, steady, and immobile since he's discovered Hisoka; hiding himself in some nearby bushes to keep an eye on the magician. Gon thought he was making good progress until now. What gave him away?

"If you won't come out," Hisoka presses on as he stands to his feet, "I'll come to you." Hisoka turns his being towards the bushes on his right side and walks towards the still plants, slowly and menacingly.

Gon's jaw clenched as Hisoka eased closer. His heart his pounding in his chest. Well, guess it's sink or swim. Gon's hold on his fishing rod becomes tighter, the skin of his bandaged palms burning from the pain.

Hisoka stood a distance away from the bushes, eyeing it expectedly. Gon takes a breath, about to make himself known before the bushes beside him ruffled. Gon carefully turned to look, surprised as a hunter applicant emerged from the bushes. Gon's eyes widen in shock. When did this guy get here? Gon didn't notice him at all!

Goz was his name. He's a tall man with shoulder length, straight, black hair; he has an orange bandana above his thick eyebrows; and he wore a long, blue tank top with an orange belt. His droopy eyes stare at Hisoka as he pulls out his spear and slices through the bushes on his left side in a single blow. He will not show the slightest bit of intimidation; he will not hesitate to draw his weapon. He is here for business.

Gon ducks in time before the blade could even touch him. He swallows thickly, sighing shakily. He's unharmed… though he can't say the same for his hair.

Goz brought the end of his spear back to chest, holding it in both hands now. "I challenge you to a duel," he states without giving Hisoka a choice.

"Then, you seek death," Hisoka remarked. Goz said nothing, stepping out of the bushes and marching forward. He stops as he assumes position, standing on his side with his legs bent apart, right arm at his torso with the spear in hand, and left arm stretching out towards Hisoka with an open palm.

This is my chance! Gon thought as he mentally prepares to snatch Hisoka's tag.

Gon's spent all morning and all day yesterday training and figuring out strategies on ways to steal Hisoka's ID tag. He's watched hunter examinees stalk and prey on each other; he's practiced on fruits and animals, until finally figuring out how to approach Hisoka. His plan was that the moment Hisoka goes for his prey, Gon will go for the "kill." In other words, snatch Hisoka's tag the moment he's in action. Gon's spent all day practicing with his fishing rod until his palms bled with blisters. He's more than confident that he'll succeed in taking Hisoka's tag; he just has to wait for the moment Hisoka strikes.

Hisoka stood, unshaken by his self proclaimed opponent. There's a pause between them, air becoming still as it waits for one of the two to strike. As soon as Hisoka pulls out a small deck of cards, Goz acts.

With a grunt, Goz shot his pointed blade towards the magician. Hisoka surges back, dropping his deck in the process. Hisoka held a smile as he easily avoids the jab to the gut. Goz shouts a battle cry as he advances forward, lunging his spear at Hisoka. Hisoka ducks, dodges, leapt out of the way of the continuous attacks. He deftly avoids the attack, seeming to be dancing along with the spear in a silent waltz.

But, why isn't Hisoka fighting? All he's doing is avoiding the fatal blows, like the spear isn't at all to be concerned about. He shuffles around the blades way, poking at Goz's back whenever he lost sight of the magician. Is it because his cards are out of hand's reach? Gon looks at the splayed out deck. There's about a dozen cards out, so Hisoka should have the rest in his person, right? Or, could it be that Hisoka isn't going to attack at all? Gon didn't even consider that possibility! Damn. Now he's gotta think of a back-up plan. Why didn't he realize this sooner?!

With one final strike, Goz slashes his spear across in an attempt to gash Hisoka's torso, but Hisoka leapt out of the way unscaved. Goz ends up penetrating a tree instead and causes the big thing to fall on its side. The area shook with the birds flying away in fear and cawing at other animals to do the same.

Goz stops his meaningless attacks and stands at a distance away from Hisoka. He holds his spear up to his chest, panting heavily as his sweaty, strained body shook. "Hisoka," he pants, "Why won't you fight? Explain yourself!"

"I have no interest in you," Hisoka explained. "You're weak and pathetic to think you could challenge me. You'll be dead whether it's by my hands or not, that's how feeble you are."

Goz falls to one knee, legs already giving out from under him. Hisoka turns his back towards the other and walks over to the fallen tree. "Wait… I'm not done with you…!" Goz growls. He uses the dull end of his spear to push himself up. He struggles to keep on his legs, his weapon providing extra support.

"The thing is, I don't care for boring people. I rather have a thrill out of it, then to waste my time." Hisoka turns, facing the other finally. He sits back on the trunk of the tree and leans forward to rest his arms on his knees. "If it is death you seek then by all means, give me your best shot. You're dead anyway~."

Goz growls. Frustrated tears catch at the corner of his eyes as he runs forward. He roars, spear in hand as he is prepared to wipe that smug look off of Hisoka's face.

In the second of Goz's spear drawing back, Gon's eyes widen as Hisoka's scattered cards make their move. As if by magic, they all came launching themselves towards Goz's back, piercing his shoulder blades, spine, neck, etc. The blow of the attack shoves Goz forward, the man now staggering pathetically, but then he's pushed back by something even harder. Gon tenses, thinking he lost his opportunity. Goz falls back, releasing his spear as he succumbs to his death on the dirty earth, that's when Gon saw it. He silently gasped, shamefully excited at recognizing the needles on Goz's face.

"Oh, you had the situation handled?" Gittarackur questions. He lowers his raised hand down to his chest, needles in waiting between the man's fingers.

Gon bit his lips, holding back a grin. His eyes dart to each needle in the man's head, subconsciously counting them once again. One seems to be missing, maybe it's in Gittarackur's hand…?

Gon shook the thought from mind. He needs to focus on Hisoka now. He takes a deep breath through his nose and exhales softly though his mouth in order to calm himself down. His heart is running a mile a minute from the excitement of Goz vs. Hisoka, also because Gittarackur showed up. Hisoka can probably sense heartbeats, so it's best to calm down now.

"I always do~," Hisoka answers. He remains in his position, staring as the Hemotropic Butterflies fluttered towards Goz's body, eager to drink the blood pouring from the dead man's wounds. "Did you kill him in hopes to swoon me? I knew you valued our friendship, Lumi~."

"Don't be ridiculous, I was just doing you a favor." Gittarackur walks towards Hisoka, his being quaking as he did so. "This means you owe me."

"I guess so~."

Gon rests his head lightly against his fishing rod. He always thought Gittarackur was the silent type with nothing but the rattle of his pins, and yet here he is talking to Hisoka like they're best friends. Hisoka even has a nickname for him. Lumi, it's probably short for something or an inside joke. Gon pouts, wishing to be that close with Gittarackur, though the man doesn't seem to like the concept of friendship. Or maybe he doesn't like Gon afterall. He probably prefers to be a loner. Hisoka probably eased his way into getting Gittarackur to talk to him. Gon smiles to himself. If Hisoka can persuade him to talk, then so can Gon. He'll just have to be equally stubborn.

"You're the one with a crush on pinhead Larry."

Gon flushes, cheeks burning from Killua's earlier words. It's not like Gon likes Gittarackur romantically, he's just really curious about him. He's a walking oddity and Gon's always interested in the strange and the new. Not only does Gittarackur have a strange appearance, but his preference in combat is strange too. All of it is fascinating. Gon could compare his interest to finding ugly things cute. Though, Gon wouldn't call Gittarackur cute, not that he's not in his own way?! Gon blushes harder from his own thoughts. Why is he trying to convince himself anyway? He knows he doesn't have a crush on Gittarackur. Killua's just getting to him.

"So, why didn't you fight him?" Gittarackur asks. He splays out his arms. "He just wanted a little brawl, why not give him his final wish? Plus, you're kink is blood splattering. An easy win for both of you."

"I wasn't feeling it," Hisoka says with a shrug of his shoulders. "And, like I told you before, I don't just like to kill, I like a challenge~."

"Right." Gittarackur's hands go to rest on his hips. "Still, I can't help but feel pity for Goz."

"Since when did you feel?" Hisoka chuckles, sensing Gittarackur's eyes glaring at his back. "And, who's Goz?"

"I too have feelings," Gittarackur mumbles to himself. He walks around the tree's slit stump and walks up to the dead man. He shakily bends down and grabs his ID tag. "Goz is the man you killed," he answers, standing up straight. He displays the card to Hisoka. "This is only worth one point sadly."

"Do be a dear and hold onto it for me. I tend to lose my things easily~."

Gittarackur shrugs, putting the tag away in his pants pocket. "Did you take Leorio's tag yet?" He asks, curious to know how Hisoka's earlier problem became resolved.

Gon tenses. His lips purse in worry. Hisoka's target is Leorio?!

"Not yet. I'm waiting for just the right moment~," Hisoka coos, chuckling to himself. He can already picture that fiery glare Leorio will be throwing his way. The thought made his skin crawl delightfully. Hisoka looks up at Gittarackur as the man approaches him. "And, what about yourself? Did you find your target?"

"I lost track of him after a while."

Hisoka hums in response. "Now, what kind of assassin are you, losing your target so easily?"

Gittarackur's an assassin too? Just like Killua… Gon wonders if Killua and the other have met before. Killua doesn't at all seem to recognize him. Who can forget a face like Gittarackur's, right?

"It wasn't my fault. This sniper was targeting me whilst I was about to kill mine." Gittarackur searches his pockets and pulled out the ID tag 80. "He ticked me off, so I killed him without a thought. Looks like we both need two points to pass."

"Nothing we can't get in no time, right?" Hisoka says.

"Well, you're not wrong." Gittarackur puts away the ID tag, heavily debating stealing Goz's tag from Hisoka. The magician won't mind in the least, right? It would give him more game to kill. His hands then go up to his face and start pulling out the pins from his head.

Gon's interest is peaked as he leans in as best as he can without making a sound. One by one, Gittarackur pulls out every single needle until his head is clean. There's a small pause; Gon near pouts in disappointment, not sure what he was expecting. Then, Gittarackur's eyes twitch and soon his entire skull began morphing. Gon stares in awe as Gittarackur's long, chiseled cheekbones and chin bulge and reshape. His eyes pop out, and his hair changed from purple to a raven color.

"That's always fun to watch~," Hisoka comments, having an eyeful of the show before him.

"I'm glad you enjoy it. I don't particularly like it," Gittarackur says in between transforming himself. Even his voice changes from sounding like a robot to one that is monotonous. His hair grew long until it reached past his rear, and his face finally settled down into an oval shape. Gittarackur hums, satisfied. "I feel much better."

Gon's… never seen someone so pretty before. His eyes are practically sparkling, mouth agape in a silent gasp as he stares stunned at Gittarackur's newly changed appearance. It's as if he went through an intense facial surgery within minutes. Gittarackur's face, a round diamond shape, is now smooth with his cheekbones popping out just a bit. His previously small eyes are now wide, almond-shaped with dark, near black, irises. His mohawk has grown too, jet black, straight hair that looked luscious and pampered. Gon wants to run his hands through it, touch the new porcelain skin, and look into those seemingly hollow eyes.

"Is Kurapika a boy or a girl…? How can you be so sure?"

Gon is instantly reminded of Killua's dilemma. Is Kurapika a boy or a girl? At first, Gon found the question obvious and strange. How could Killua not know? Now, Gon thinks he gets it now. Gittarackur changed from a bizarre appearance to one where he challenges Aphrodite herself. With his long, flowing hair; curled lashes; and pointed nose, Gon isn't sure if he's a male anymore. Killua's right, this is hard.

Gittarackur then bends down and starts digging a hole in the dirt. He's doing it with such force and at a impeccable speed too. Gon's surprised that Hisoka isn't phased by it, but then again, this is the same person who killed Goz without even touching him.

After debating if the hole was deep enough, Gittarackur hops in, digging out some more dirt to better situate himself. He turns towards Hisoka. "I'm gonna chill out here until morning. So, good luck and goodnight!" Gittarackur bids his farewell before digging deeper into the hole and filling it up with soil.

Gon raises a brow, all his years of camping out and he's never thought about sleeping underground before. Not only is Gittarackur bizarre, but his preference in doing things is strange too. Gon finds himself more and more drawn to the man each time. Now, he knows for sure that he wants, needs, to know more about this odd man.

Gittarackur has tucked himself in for the night, in his own way, but Hisoka wasn't quite ready to embark on his own path. He stays on the log until a little bit after sunset when he deemed it appropriate to go out on the hunt. Gon remains nestled in his own hiding spot, waiting patiently for the jester to make his move.

The stars are out, a blanket of them covering the night sky. The crickets are chirping, their song playing its tune for other potential mates to hear. There isn't any other sound aside from the occasional ruffling of leaves thanks to the night's breeze.

"Well, I need two more points," Hisoka mutters to himself. He stands, stretching his arms above his head and popping joints on his back. He inhales deeply through his nose, savoring the scent of the great outdoors. He lets it all out in a calm sigh.

Being out at such an hour made Hisoka feel nostalgic. He remembers counting the stars as a kid, trying to lull himself to sleep when he slept in the streets. It always calmed him, even now. "No sense in getting moody about it now," Hisoka says to himself. "I better do some hunting~."

He turns, facing his left side and makes off towards that direction, walking calmly with a straight back. He has nothing to fear for no one on this island has the capability to make Hisoka cower, as if anyone at all can inflict such an emotion on Hisoka. He's in no hurry as well. Hisoka still has a remainder of 4 days to spare, enough time for him to have some fun. Now, his only problem is finding his target. Leorio is sure to show him a good time~. The jester wonders if he should use his Nen to trick Leorio? He doesn't see why not. Maybe Leorio will surprise him~.

Hisoka chuckles creepily to himself, figure shadowing and blending with the darkness as he ventures through the trees. Gon stands, leaving his spot as well. He quietly steps out of the bushes.

"I'll get him this time," Gon mutters as he quietly, but quickly stalks after Hisoka with his fishing rod in hand. He passes the fallen trunk of the tree, passes the dead hunter applicant, and soon Gon's steps slow once he passes Gittarackur's dirt pile. Gon stands still, looking back at the sleeping hole Gittarackur had made for himself.

He eyes the pile, shivering as a gust of wind brushes past him. I… want to see him…," Gon thought, subconsciously making small steps towards the catacomb. The pile looks like a small grave; it made Gon feel glum. Gittarackur isn't dead, but the sight doesn't settle well with Gon's stomach.

Gon completely forgets all about Hisoka, forgetting to keep himself concealed as well. Hisoka's out of sight at the moment, so Gon's momentarily safe.

Gon kneels down before the grave and set his fishing rod down beside him He sits back on his haunches, waiting patiently beside the pile not sure what he's waiting for or what to expect. He just wanted to have a closer look.

Gon stares at the pit for the longest time, re-picturing the new appearance that was Gittarackur. "What… Who… are you?" Gon wonders aloud. Is Gittarackur really a boy or girl? But, it's not like his-her… their gender would make Gon look at them differently. Just like Killua, Gon is curious to know.

His hand slowly, hesitantly, reaches out towards the dirt pile. Girl, boy, whatever Gittarackur is, Gon wants to know about them, learn about them, understand them, and maybe even be taught from them. Something . It's an unbearable curiosity that makes Gon act without thought.

Lightly dusting off some of the dirt from the very top of the pile, Gon's fingers were threatening to sink into the soil to dig. His digits twitch and continuously move closer and away from the grave, and right when Gon finally musters up the courage to just dig his fingers into the soil, a hand springs to the surface and latches onto Gon's wrist.

Gon pulls back with a startled jerk, but the hand on his wrist holds him in a bruising grip. Gon grunts, biting down on his teeth to keep from crying out. His wrist feels like it's going to shatter. Another hand springs from the dirt pile and reaches out to grab at the earth's crust, pulling on the grass to help it rise from the grave. Gon's eyes widen, iresis shaking as Gittarackur's black hair arose. Gon can hear his own heart beat frantically as the other emerged like a zombie.

Gittarackur's head surfaces, shaking his head a bit like a dog to remove some of the dirt, and shot open his eyes to stare into startled ones. "Gon," he said aloud, confirming to himself that the being disturbing his resting place was, in fact, Gon Freecss.

Gon gasps, heart skipping a beat at the sound of his own name being said through that new, smooth voice. This is the first time Gittarackur actually addressed him. Gon's face feels like it's heating up.

Gittarackur withdrew from his catacomb, his torso now coming to view. Gittarackur's gaze was fixed with Gon's and his hand still held the boy tightly. He pulls Gon towards him, wanting answers. How did you find my resting spot? Why didn't I feel your presence? What do you want with me? How much of him has Gon seen exactly? This is very troubling for Gittarackur. Gon could tell Killua everything he's witnessed and Gittarackur's not ready to reveal himself quite yet.

As Gittarackur pulls the boy closer, Gon would not budge from his spot. Instead, Gon pulls away, pushing back with his legs. His startled look is replaced with a serious one, determination suddenly being expressed through those brown orbs. So much for cooperating. If Gon isn't coming to him, then Gittarackur will come to Gon. With his free hand, Gittarackur grabs Gon by his leg.

Gon jolts in surprise before being pulled forward. He resists, leaning back to keep a safe distance. Gittarackur continued to pull on the boy, heaving out of his catacomb whilst doing so. He looms over the boy as he pulls Gon under him, causing Gon to lie flat on his back. Gittarackur pulls out of his dirt pile until he's fully hovering over Gon, looking down at the tenacious boy. As he releases, Gon's leg Gittarackur pins Gon's wrist above his head, causing a bit of dirt to fall on the boy's being.

Time halts between the two, the world keeping still for the moment. Gon stares into near fully black orbs, and Gittarackur stares into beaming, brown ones. Gon is taking slow breaths as Gittarackur took normal ones. Both beings are in their own thoughts, thinking differently about the other. While one is in awe the other is baffled. Neither know what to do or say, so they continue their staring contest.

There's a long pause between them before one of them spoke. "I knew… I knew those needles held something back."

"There he is~," Hisoka chimes, finally spotting the object of his desires, Leorio. The man and his seemingly inseparable friend, Kurapika, are scavenging through the forest about half a mile away. Hisoka is able to pinpoint them from a high cliff using his thumb and forefinger to form a ring around his dominant eye to enhance his vision.

Hisoka chuckles sadistically and drops his hand to his side. "My oblivious target~," he hums with a lick of his lips. "Amusing~."

Hisoka hadn't come up with a plan to play with Leorio. He had gotten himself too excited with each idea that he had to cast them aside. They would all inevitably lead to Leorio's death. Hisoka is just going to have to take the tag against Leorio's will, see how Leorio will fight for its return. Hisoka hums, swallowing down his flare of excitement. If he isn't careful, his bloodlust will engulf the whole area and scare his prey away. It's already craving for the taste of blood; Hisoka just hopes he can subdue it for now.

He takes a deep breath, calming himself before surging forward and skidding down the wall of the cliff. When he reaches the green floor Hisoka sprints towards his prey, silently avoiding twigs and decaying leaves. He hides deep in the shadows, concealing himself behind the trunks of the trees. He wonders, will Leorio even sense his deadly aura? There's only one way to find out~.

Meanwhile ...

Leorio and Kurapika stop on their tracks. A chill rakes their backs and it wasn't from the cold night's breeze. Leorio swallowed thickly as Kurapika's eyes scan his left and right side. Someone is coming and they can both feel the deadly intent behind it. It was an overwhelming sensation weighing down on them, atmosphere seeming thick and lethal. It was sent to warn them.

"Kurapika…," Leorio starts, but can't find the end of his sentence. The deadly atmosphere suddenly disappears, but that doesn't mean the duo were safe. The threat has hidden themselves. Leorio pulls out his pocket knife and turns to face the setting behind them. He holds his suitcase tightly to his side, ready to use it as a shield of the sorts.

Kurapika hums in response, pulling out his wooden swords. He too has noticed the threat had suddenly vanished. The deadly intent is clearly directed towards the both of them and is strong enough to make even the animals around them scurry away. Kurapika holds his weapons crossed and up to shoulders length. He backtracks until he and Leorio were back to back. Eyeing their surroundings intensely, both friends were firm in protecting each other from danger no matter the cost.

They remain silent, still as they listen intently to the ruffling of trees and watch the rest of the animals scurry off. The area becomes hushed, lull was the forest, and there were now no living thing in range, as far as they knew at least. Everything seems calm and safe, but it's the eerie silence that's got to be the most thrilling. As serene and placid the area seems, one shouldn't judge, for even a small butterfly can be out for the taste of blood.

"My~, look who I've stumbled upon~."

Leorio's stomach drops as does his suitcase and weapon. His blood runs cold as his body is coated with goosebumps. His worst fears are realized once he recognizes that devilish voice. A playful chuckle echos around them.

"A couple of strays looking for a theme park in a graveyard~."

With his trusty swords still before him, Kurapika looks at Leorio over his shoulder. He watches as said friend jolts out of his thoughts and scrambles with getting his own weapon from the ground. Kurapika's eyes widen and his pupils shrink in terror when he sees a tall silhouette under a tree's shadow just feet away from Leorio. It smiles toothily at him, eyes resembling a predator as they glow in the dark.

"Leorio!" Kurapika shouts, lowering his weapons as he briskly turns in order to protect his unguarded friend. Frame by frame, as he turns and steps to stand before Leorio, Kurapika sees the silhouette's form break and disperse into puffs of smoke.

"Goodnight~," a teasing voice whispers into his ear. Before Kurapika has time to react, he is struck on the side of the neck and his vision turns black.

"Kurapika!" Leorio cries out, catching his friend in his arms in time. "Hey, wake up!" Leorio shook Kurapika in his arms in an attempt to wake him, but to no avail. Kurapika's head hung as he went into a deep, forced sleep.

"Oh dear, he's fallen asleep," that taunting voice chimes from behind Leorio. Leorio growls and turns to glare at the magician, but he wasn't in sight.

"In front of you~." When Leorio faces back he is nose to nose with Hisoka; large, brown orbs meeting sharp amber.

Leorio shoots back, shrieking in surprise. He falls on his rear with Kurapika dangling awkwardly in his arms. "Hisoka!" Leorio snarls. He glares daggers at the man who's finally made himself known.

"Yup, that's me~."

Author's note*

Cliffy :^)
WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT?
Will Gittarackur reveal himself to Gon, or will things turn fatal? Will Hisoka take Leorio's tag or will Leorio escape unharmed? And where the hells is Killau?! you know what? comment that below. Tell me, what the hell do you think Killua is doing or will do~?

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