Chapter 4: Show of power, caring devil, and dolls.

"No one is born with a natural understanding of things. They have to learn it. A child can't understand Death, truly understand until they see it. A parent finds it hard to teach these things. Death can be explained by a fish flapping and a fish not flapping. But love is one thing that can not be explained so easily. What does it look like? Where does it come from? Who will it be? How will I know if it's real? What if my parents don't approve of the one I love? What if no one approves? Will I be an outcast because I chose to love a monster? Why am I the only one that sees the person underneath? The scared, hurt child that hides behind a wall? But what if I'm that child hiding behind a wall? Can I let that someone in to help me? Or will I be crushed when those walls finally fall?"

Welcome back! Though I would like to thank those who followed and favorited, I don't want to mess up names.

Villanueva: Or because you're lazy.

Hush. Talking to you is like talking to myself. I'll go crazy. Know it or not, the whole Villanueva and Kurapika thing in the last chapter isn't a pairing start. It's just a way of putting drama into it. Though, so far, I never made an OC X Canon Character, I do know of who would work well with who. McFeely can be paired with a number of people, but it would be more love-hate than anything. Vanessa would work well with Killua or Gon. Lisa would work with Kurapika, but it'll be rough at first. Villanueva can work with anyone, but it would be a twisted relationship.

A big factor as to why we share and why Villanueva can work with anyone is because we all came up with him together and he unlike most of the others, he has at least one similarity to each of us. I may need to ask the others sometimes, but I can make him work with anyone without changing him too much and make him even more Gary Stu and OOC.

Dragonbooks249: It's the regular Chairman. The other ones have no say in what he does. His scars will be explained in a later chapter, but will be hinted at here and there. His origin is a major factor in why he's interested in the Scarlet eyes. I don't want to shove it all down readers' throats so I put little hints before revealing the truth. There should be enough to make a conclusion and I want to hear what you think. Also, his shades are connected to his phone and can receive and view messages, scan and zoom. Think of the futurist games like halo, i guess where you can zoom and turn on night vision. It's like that just in shades.

But I actually want to hear if any of you want any major pairings. If not I don't have any problems and will just keep going as usual, but if you think there should be a pairing let me know. Might like it.

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They gone?

Villanueva: Think so.

Party?

Villanueva: Party.

Cue techno music!

Villanueva.

Kurapika's heart was beating faster than it did during the First Phase. His face was flushed and his eyes were still glowing. Their bodies pressed close, sharing their body heat. The scent, warmth, and the soft feeling of the Kurta's lips didn't effect Villanueva. If it meant the threat is eliminated, he didn't care if he had to do this. Too much was at risk. If he had to give his body to achieve his goals, so be it.

Villanueva pulled away and smirked at Kurapika's face and gently ran his fingers through his hair. Kurapika stared at the most confusing person he's ever met. He never thought he'd ever get into this kind of position, and never with another male. This led to more than one question coming to mind. Was he speaking the truth? Did he really want to be good? Was he just using him?

Villanueva frowned when he felt a faint rumble and he got up only to fall down when a loud piercing ringing filled his ears. His left eye throbbed painfully and he chuckled softly when he realized he was on Kurapika again. He got up and took a few steps away and could faintly hear a voice, but it was muffled by the ringing. He sighed and-

"Shit!" He jumped out of the way of a Great Stamp and the damn pig slammed into a tree.

Villanueva took out his other pistol and tried to fire at the pig when it charged again, but it was surprisingly fast. He jumped out of the way and made his way over to Kurapika, picking up his other pistol he left on the ground and picked up the blond. He took off into the open, jumping over a few others who were rammed.

He nearly ran into Gon, but managed to jump over him. "Hi, Gon." He kept running a bit before setting down his passenger. He took his rifle off his back and looked around. The pigs didn't seem very happy with the humans. Kurapika was trying to figure out how to beat them. Villanueva looked for obvious weaknesses, like their eyes. Or maybe...

He saw another charging at Gon. He ran over and shoved him out of the way and aimed his rifle for a second. It took only a second for him to aim and fire. The bullet went in the pig's nostril and blew out the back end. Villanueva grinned. It squealed and fell, its momentum making slide to his feet. He hummed thoughtfully and poked its nose. Solid. He poked its sides. Tough, but can be punctured. He poked the head and it was softer than the rest.

Before Gon could even say thanks, Villanueva crushed the pig's forehead in his hand. He pulled out a chunk of flesh and skull and looked at it silently. Could it be naturally weaker? Then again, the rifle was an .50 caliber anti-tank rifle, so it wasn't too crazy to think the force from the bullet shattered the skull.

He looked around and saw a few pigs eating some of the applicants they rammed. He pulled out a knife and threw it. The blade let off a ringing sound as it flew towards the pig. It hit the pig's side, piercing and angering the pig. It charged and Villanueva glanced at Gon. "Hold this for me." As soon as he let go Gon nearly dropped the gun. It was so heavy that he had to set one side down and hold it like a walking stick.

Villanueva sauntered toward the charging pig with a blank look. The chances of success are in my favor, pig. He thought to himself.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Leorio asked as he ran passed, being chased by a pig. He was ignored.

Villanueva stared as the pig got closer. He squatted slightly and when the pig jerked its head up to hit him, Villanueva slammed his palms of his hands into the pig and felt all the mussels in his arms strain to push its weight. He took a breath as he closed his eye and held the pig in place even though it was thrashing around. Others that weren't being chased watched in shock and awe. Villanueva's eye opened and with a yell he felt his muscles pulse and he shoved the pig upward. Not enough to take the pig off the ground just enough for Villanueva to move around the pig and used the blade he tossed into it to pull himself on top. He held on tightly and kept one hand on the knife while he placed the other on the pig's forehead. He began squeezing.

He felt his blood rush as he crushed the pig's skull. He stayed on top even after killing it. It wasn't as easy as the one he shot, but it was still weak. He may have had to use more of his abnormal strength to shove the pig up, but crushing its forehead and piece of skull was still easy. To a point that none of his muscles pulsed, which was good because that was uncomfortable. He took deep breaths to calm down and slid off. He looked at his knife and gripped it tightly then began cutting sideways, letting him get at the meat he wanted.

He faintly heard Kurapika talk about the pigs' weakness as he made a bag for the meat out of the pig's skin. As he made his way back he grabbed his gun from Gon, muttering a "Thanks." He heard more pigs die behind him as he picked a cooking station. He found out later that Gon killed a different pig instead of the one he shot. Kurapika noticed that the pig's veins were turning black and Gon said that a nasty smell was coming from it. Another applicant took it.

Villanueva stopped what he was doing and approached Kurapika. He tapped him on the shoulder and when he looked at him he quickly turned away, making Villanueva raise an eyebrow. "Did you happen to have my shades?" He asked.

He nodded and handed them to him without looking and tried to focus on his pig. Villanueva was tempted to ask, but just shrugged and went back to his station.

At he cut the meat into square shapes he heard someone choking. He saw the man collapse and he and several others walked over. The man had tasted the meat and started choking, his veins turning black and blood rushing from his eyes. It made a few sick while Villanueva frowned at the fact that this was caused by his bullet. It was caused by a toxin he made himself. There was no cure that he bothered to make. Not that it mattered. It can be injected through a syringe, inhaled as a gas, consumed as a 'secret sauce', and of course, put directly into the body via a bullet. As long as it got into the system, death was a certainty. But only in a large amount.

Now that he thought about it, a drop causes sickness and makes one pass out, but an immunity can be gained. Over days of constant injections in small amounts. He looked at the examiner and shook his head. Menchi felt a chill go through her body. So that's who the Chairman sent. She swallowed the lump in her throat and looked away. Everyone got back to their cooking.

Two people walked towards Villanueva. The woman and boy. He stopped and looked her. Kurapika, Gon, Leorio and Killua watched as Villanueva stared at the woman. The tension rose and most close enough to feel it tensed. He stared at her and she stared back with this blank look that rivaled Villanueva's.

He sighed and put down his knife. "I see you've ran into McFeely. Any thoughts you'd like to share?" Villanueva smiled softly.

"She's stronger than I expected." She said softly. She touched the cut on her cheek. Her black scarf covered her mouth and absorbed the small amount of blood that dripped down. Her appearance was similar to Villanueva's; from head to toe, she was dressed in black. She even wore black gloves that reached her elbows.

Killua got a feeling that she was like him. She could-

"Father Villanueva!" The small boy tackled him in a large hug and laughed happily. His clothes peaked Kurapika's curiosity. They were mainly black and the pants had red lines. "Look, look! I got my traje de luces!"*

Villanueva smiled. "I see. You like like a little matador, now."

Kurapika looked at the others. "Seems to be a traditional outfit. Perhaps given when they reach a certain age or accomplish something hard." They nodded in agreement while Kurapika stared at the outfit. The boy was really happy, which led to the second guess. But were they all the same, or were they all specially made? Then the dark colors of his clothes, the familiarity with Villanueva, and the dark colors the three were wearing made him wonder if the outfits's color were meant to show rank or maybe they were related and that was the family color? He didn't know how he would take that.

But Kurapika didn't know any of them well enough and he didn't know where they were from, so there was no telling what kind of traditions they have. Villanueva was connected to the mafia and black market, but what did they do?

A blank look took over Villanueva's face. then he glared at Vanessa and set the boy to the side. He stomped over and grabbed her by the throat and began choking her. "Why did you bring him here?!" He demanded. She struggled to breath, but didn't try to get free. "Well?"

The boy looked frightened while Vanessa began to weaken. The boy grabbed his arm and pulled on him. "Don't hurt Vanessa! I asked her to take me. If you're going to be mad at anyone, be mad at me!" He pleaded.

Villanueva looked at the small boy with a wide eye. The boy shook as he was glared at. His eyes were wide, but he wasn't going to budge. Villanueva sighed and let go. "Don't get in my way." He said simply. The boy staggered and let out a sigh of relief.

The food Villanueva was cooking was nearly done and he didn't care too much about dealing with them at the moment. The boy and Vanessa moved to their own area as some of the applicants started to bring their food to Menchi. And they were being rejected. Villanueva put the smaller pieces on a plate while the larger pieces on another with a few sides. He looked at his hand and saw a strand of raw pig meat on his hand.

He shook his hand, but it didn't come off. He growled and whipped his hand around, flinging the piece of meat fly off his hand.

"Hey-"

Villanueva looked back and saw Gon, with the raw piece of meat on his face. He freaked and started apologizing. However, as he looked around quickly he failed to notice that the knife he was using to cook was missing. "Hey! Are you trying to kill me?!" Villanueva looked at the white haired kid. Apparently, the knife nearly hit him when it went flying from his hand.

Villanueva shrugged. He looked at Kurapika's pig and sighed. It looked nice, but seemed raw and charred at random spots. Seems his logic was working against him. Villanueva picked up the plates and walked to the Examiners. He set the plates down. The plate with the larger pieces to Buhara, the one with the smaller pieces to Menchi, who, Villanueva noticed, looked nervous for some reason.

Buhara ate his and passed it while Menchi took a moment to look at both plates. For a moment there was silence. Then she took a fork and picked up a square and ate it. Luckily, Villanueva made them bite size. She tasted it then smiled slightly. "You did well with the taste and cooked them well." She looked him in the eye and faltered slightly. He didn't have a hint of anger or ill intent and his appearance didn't bother her in the slightest, but she was unnerved by who he was. Almost every Hunter has heard of him, and his skills. She nodded. "Y-you pass."

He nodded and walked away, confused at the stutter. He made it back and glanced around. He saw McFeely and felt his blood boil. "Father Villanueva!" He turned to see the small boy. He took care of him since he was smaller, and loved him as one of his own. His name was Sangue, or at least that's what Villanueva called him when the boy couldn't remember his name. He said after a few years that he remembered what it was, but never said, and Villanueva didn't pry.

They met in a country under marshal law and it was a unforgiving time. Soldiers raped woman, killed civilians, took their food and strutted around saying it was for 'The good of the people'. They only cared for lining their pockets with money and filling their guts. It was when Villanueva went there, what he did, dressed as and who he hung around did the 'Father' get added on to his name. Sangue was shot by a soldier and the poor child hid in an abandoned house. It was set on fire when a soldier tracked him there. Villanueva went inside to confirm his death, but when he saw the boy whimpering in the small basement, armed burned and eyes filled with tears and fear, not hope.

He told them that he was dead, then later that night he found him in the same place, fed him and treated his burns. After that Villanueva grew tired of his employer and killed him, then the soldiers. When the smoke cleared, the people that were still alive left the town, leaving the boy alone. He almost did, too. He took a CO's car and was driving when he passed the boy. He stopped, turned the car around and drove right next to him and got out. Villanueva picked the boy up and put him in the backseat and drove home. To this very day, Villanueva wondered what the boy thought when he was being driven to Villanueva's home. Did he know that he was going get a roof over his head? Food, clean clothes, and a new life? Or did he think he was going to be used as a bed warmer? Anger filled him as the thought made him sick. Funny, considering human trafficking was apart of his job from time to time, not just body parts.

"I want to help you catch McFeely!" Sangue declared.

"Sangue," He sighed, "she's dangerous and I don't want you to get hurt."

"But if she's dangerous, then more people means we can get her easier." He said with a smile.

Villanueva thought of this before. "More people means that she can use them as a shield, and most here won't stand a chance." He reasoned.

"But if we work together then we can beat her! Numbers can overwhelm." He repeated one of the many things Villanueva used as a simple response to hard questions.

He sighed and patted him on the head. "And that's why I'll be fine. Just focus on staying safe. I don't want to see you get hurt." He made sure to make eye contact.

The boy looked down and nodded. Only then did he realize that Menchi was yelling at the applicants for not making anything to her liking. Buhara smiled widely. "That was so much food! I'm stuffed!"

Menchi looked annoyed. "Yeah, I'm stuffed, too. The Second Phase is over! Two passed!"

Villanueva blinked. Seems that Vanessa passed. He pulled out his phone and made a call.

"Huh? Why did they pass?"

"#7 cooked his meat properly and took us into consideration and made them bite size." She replied. "#58 used local ingredients and the ingredients here to make a stew. It tasted good and was made with what little supplies we had."

Villanueva sighed. "Netero, Menchi is failing everyone. Where are you?"

"Nearly there. So, did you pass?" The Chairman asked.

"Yes, but I need McFeely to pass. If she fails I'd have to wait because she can easily disappear." He said urgently.

"I understand. Heads up." The call ended. He frowned then looked up as a airship flew overhead. And a figure falling from it.

When the person hit the ground the impact created a large crater, making a large cloud of dust. The applicants stared in shock as an old man walked out. Villanueva sighed in relief as the Chairman began talking to Menchi. Though at least two passed, it wasn't seen as fair for them and of course, there was McFeely. It was good that Villanueva and Netero were friends.

But old habits die hard. As Menchi thought of a new test for the Second Phase, a blade was thrown at his head, and Netero caught it and smiled.

"You still got it, old man." Villanueva walked out and smiled at him.

Netero gave the knife back. "What if I had missed?" He asked.

The boy chuckled. "It would have hurt." He placed his hand on Netero's shoulder and he did the same. They both chuckled.

The Chairman looked at Menchi. "Well, have you thought of something?"

She had trouble recovering from the shock. "Y-yes. The new challenge will be boiled eggs!" Everyone questioned this. "Chairman, can you take us to Mt. Split in Half in your airship?"

Netero chuckled. "I see what you mean. I certainly can."

While on the airship, Villanueva adjusted the straps and holsters on his harness. He made sure the blade on his left shoulder was on tightly but not too tight that it would cut circulation. The two holsters on his thighs, number one and two were tightened, and the third holster on his torso was lowered toward his waist. He frowned and moved it so that it was more on his stomach and could be easily grabbed by his left hand. This was done due to how he fought. Two guns, two knives, and his favorite toy in his third holster.

Netero stood next to him with a serious expression on his face. "Is she really planing to infect us at the end of the Exam?" He asked.

Villanueva tightened the last strap and straightened. "It would be more easy to wait until after the Exam and if she passed. With a License, she can go to many of the most populated and even get into blood banks. But if she was to infect you... the outcome will be the same, just slower."

He hummed. Then he tensed and noticed someone was eavesdropping. Villanueva noticed too and took off his shades. "How long should I let the steak sit in the fridge before cooking it?" He asked with a smile.

Netero caught on quickly. "Four hours. That would be best." He replied. "Oh. We've arrived."

When they got off, they all looked down a large ravine. There were webs that held the Spider Eagle's eggs. Menchi jumped down and landed on the web and waited. Then she dropped and grabbed an egg and kept falling.

"Hey, she jumped down! Is she trying to kill herself?" Leorio asked.

Villanueva sighed. "There are easier ways to do it."

Then a large updraft came and Menchi was floating up holding her egg. She landed with a smile. "Now all I have to do is boil it." Gon, Killua, Leorio, and Kurapika jumped down first, then were followed by most of the others. "Wait! I haven't finished explaining everything!"

They all grabbed on to the web and looked at the eggs. A man dropped off and grabbed an egg, only to fall to his death when no updraft came. "Let's go!" Leorio said.

"Not yet." Gon replied.

Villanueva made sure his bag was on properly before jumping down. Leorio didn't get to ask his question when the web they were holding on to jerked. He looked up to see Villanueva standing on the web. "Hey! What are you doing? You cold have stepped on our hands!" Leorio said in anger. But he was once again ignored.

Villanueva made his way toward an egg sack and slid down the web and grabbed three eggs and put them into his bag. He looked up at Gon and the others with a smile before letting go.

"Villanueva!" Gon shouted.

But something flew by them and hit the cliff's edge. Everyone stared at the wire before a whirring sounded and Villanueva came flying past them. Sure, he could have stopped at the edge, but what's the fun in that? So when he reached the top he didn't retract the wire nor did he lock the wire so the momentum flung him over the edge as if he was shot from a slingshot. He laughed as he fell back to the ground and landed on his feet. He smiled wider when the others were brought up by a updraft.

Gon was the first to rush over. "Villanueva, why did you do that? You could have gotten hurt." He asked in concern, which confused the boy in question.

"But I didn't." He replied and put the grappling hook back into the third holster. "No point worrying over something that didn't happen." The others weren't too bothered by what he did and what he said.

Killua, on the other hand, had his eyes set the the grappling hook. "That looked fun! Can I try?" Villanueva chuckled at his childish excitement.

When they boiled the eggs they all stood by the large pot as they sat in the hot water. When they were done, Villanueva shocked everyone again by reaching his bare hand inside and grabbing his egg. The only sign of pain was when his eyebrow twitched. When he pulled his arm out, his hand didn't look like it was just placed in boiling water just a few seconds ago.

Everyone started to eat the eggs and commented on how good it tasted. Villanueva stared at his for a moment. He took a bite, chewed, then swallowed. He got a blank look on his face. "So this is 'delicious'?" He asked no one. Killua was next him and finished his egg already. "Want this?" He held out the egg.

Killua took it and with a mouth full of egg, he said, "Thank you!" He started eating as Villanueva walked toward the airship in silence.

When everyone got back on, Netero introduced himself and explained he was going to show up at the last Phase, and his reasoning for staying now was:

"I like the tension in the air! I think I'll stick around." Then he pulled something from behind his back. It was a doll that looked like the Chairman.

"I'm little pervert Netero." The doll said.

"Wouldn't that mean that I'm a pervert as well?" He asked the doll, creeping everyone out. The doll nodded.

"I'm the little pervert and you're the big pervert." It exclaimed.

Netero chuckled. "See? It's good."

"Gracias." Villanueva said.

"De nada." Little Netero finished.

Everyone stared. Beans told everyone when they would arrive at the Third Phase and that they were able to do what they want. Gon and Killua went to explore the airship, Kurapika and Leorio went to go to sleep while Vanessa, Sangue and Villanueva went to talk in the dining hall.

When they sat down they talked about a few random things until Vanessa took Sangue to get something to eat. Villanueva sat there and played with a napkin when his phone rang. He answered and frowned slightly. "Yes?"

"Villanueva, it's me, Lisa." Came the female voice, sounding sweet and innocent.

"Well, hello. Didn't I tell you not to call while I was at the Exam?" He asked impatiently.

She chuckled. "Sorry, but I needed to know if you'll accept the job I text you about."

He sighed. "The one for the Kurta eyes, right?" His voice was flat as can be.

"Yes. Though I would like the Kurta alive, but just the eyes would be fine."

Villanueva growled into the phone. "Do you realize that I'm a Half-Blood, right? Mixed with a Blackblood King. King Orion, I might add." He was glaring at the table.

"And that means?" Lisa gulped and her voice quivered.

"The blood is thinner than paper, but I'll never kill one of my descendants without good reason. I'll only watch over, even if they don't realize it." His voice was clearly angry, but there was a hint of sadness to it.

She replied with a cheerful voice. "But you're getting paid! That sounds like a good reason to me."

"I may have enough humanity left in me to still feel the temptation of the Sins, but greed was never the strongest one I felt."

She was silent on the other end for a bit. "Which Sin is it, may I ask?"

Sangue and Vanessa came back with trays of food. Villanueva responded in a low voice, "Envy." He hung up and put away the phone. He sighed and smiled when Sangue held out a cup of juice for him. Their conversation turned to McFeely and Villanueva's research.

"Did the recent experiments show any promising results?" Vanessa asked.

Villanueva shook his head. "They seem to be immune to the experiments and showed no sign of returning to normal."

Sangue looked at the two. "What about the test to find a way to make people resistant to it?" He may be younger than both of them, but that didn't mean he didn't know about it.

"The test subjects died or were still infected when they were injected." He replied solemnly. He stared at his cup and remembered their screams and pleas to be killed when the pain of the test was too much for them.

Vanessa frowned and looked down. "So... we still have nothing?" They all sat in silence as the fear that any of them could fall to the infection.

Villanueva sighed and started looking through his bag. He saw a white box and he opened it. Two crosses. He looked them over and saw they were earrings. Fairly large and made mostly of gold with a few gems. He smiled and put them in, feeling nostalgic. When the other two saw, they smiled.

Kurapika.

Both had fallen asleep, but the Kurta woke up when he heard the door open. A man stumbled in, looking drunk. He collapsed in a random spot, but Kurapika was wide awake now and couldn't will himself to sleep. "Maybe a walk will help." He said to himself and left the room.

There were a few people still awake and walking around, chatting to others or just looking around. He sat down at a bench and looked out the window. Next to him, a girl was having an argument on her phone, and what Kurapika heard was shocking.

"...But he was seen recently! There's still a Kurta out there. And if there's one then there should be others!" She yelled into her phone.

Another voice was heard, but it wasn't yelling. It was loud enough to be heard, but Kurapika can't be hear what was being said. Judging from her facial expression, she didn't like what was being said.

"But, Dad, if I can get a Hunter License I can find him! They can't just be left to die off. You were friends with one, remember?" She looked sad as she reminded her father. "He was like a brother to me. I don't want the Kurta to be remembered as eyeballs being sold!" She snapped.

She was silent as her father responded, then the happiest look came on her face. "Really? All we need to do is pay for information on his location... The eyes? If that's what he wants we can hire some people to help us get them. Dad, please, they'll do it if they're paid enough." She smiled as it seemed that she was winning.

"Revenge? He may be one of the last ones left. Why would he do something so ridicules?" Kurapika was surprised at that comment. He wanted revenge, so did his people. "As long as he doesn't go himself I wouldn't mind helping, but restoring the Kurta comes first! Thanks, Dad, love you!" She hung up and hummed happily.

Kurapika approached her. "I'm sorry, but I couldn't help but overhear your conversation."

She blushed. "Really?"

He smiled. "Yes. Did you mean what you said, helping the Kurtas?" He was trying to keep his suspicion hidden.

She nodded. "Of course! It makes me sick just thinking about the Kurta being killed just for their eyes. They were just humble people who wanted to live in peace." She was very passionate about this and it made Kurapika smile. "Oh. I'm Macy. You?" She held her hand out.

Kurapika shook her hand. "I'm Kurapika."

She started ranting and talked about all the times she was able to visit the Kurta. Apparently, her father was friends with the elders and often took her with him when he visited. She talked all about what she learned and even talked about the test a Kurta had to do. Kurapika felt memories come back of when he and Pairo had gone to buy some supplies from a town without their eyes turning scarlet. Then she talked about the massacre. He had nightmares even to this day.

She looked at him and she gasped. Kurapika turned and asked her what was wrong. Macy only pointed. He looked at his reflection in the window and his eyes widened. His eyes turned scarlet when he remembered everything. He was getting clumsy. For a tense moment neither didn't say anything. Then she hugged him tightly.

"You're a Kurta! I'm so happy I found you!" She exclaimed.

"Don't yell that." He quickly responded. She let go and covered her mouth.

Macy stared with wide eyes. Kurapika responded. "How would you help me?" He asked carefully.

She answered confidently. "My father owns a large gun manufactures. So we have a lot of money, and we both we angry when the Kurta were killed. But dad was furious!" Macy looked at him with a smile. "And when we heard of a survivor we wanted to help bring the Kurta back."

He was more than surprised. "Really?" She nodded. "Thank you. But I want revenge then get my brethren's eyes back." She didn't look too happy.

"Well, how about we get the eyes back first then get the ones who took them? I know where we can find them." She pulled out her phone and pressed a few buttons before showing him a list of names and addresses.

Then Kurapika remembered something. "There's someone here who might know where to find them."

"Who is it?"

"Villanueva. But he seems to have gotten a request to find and deliver a pair of eyes." He made an assumption. "My eyes."

Macy fumed. "What? Why? Does he know you're a Kurta?"

Kurapika nodded. "But he doesn't seem to want to take mine. He said he's seen them before, but thinks mine are more... Beautiful than those." He blushed lightly at the memory.

"So he won't take your eyes. That's good. He can help us." She wasn't naive and made a good assumption, but Villanueva is the big problem.

"No. He isn't one that can be trusted. I saw a message from a woman named Lisa. She wanted to pay a lot for the eyes but will pay even more for me alive and whole. He might not kill me, but he may give me to her."

Macy nodded in understanding. "What do you know of him?"

"He is friends with the Chairman, connected to the underworld and is in high standing, and has a major role in the black market." He listed off. "He has multiple ways to hurt or kill someone. He's strong enough to lift one of the pigs in the first part of the Second Phase." Kurapika yawned. "Sorry. I should be going to sleep."

"Yeah, it's late. See you tomorrow." She waved and walked away. "Oh. What number was he?" She asked

"Seven."

She nodded and walked down the hall. She was so excited that she found a Kurta! She needed to pass so she can help him. Macy stopped when she was waved down by a boy. His tag number was seven.

Villanueva.

He made his poster as relaxed as he can. "Hi. Did you happen to know where the bathroom is?" He asked as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"It's down that way and then the first right turn." She said with a smile. "So... What do you do for living?"

He stared. "I... fuck it. I won't beat around the bush. I know you want to help the Kurta. I won't help him get his revenge or get the eyes back, but I will make sure he doesn't die."

Yeah. He just set the bush on fire and ran over the ashes. "Why? I know where they are and you have the means to get them. We can do this!"

She made a good point. "I can't help him get revenge because the Phantom Troupe isn't going to be beat with just us. And I can't get the eyes because if they found out it was me, I would lose my standing and would be hunted." He reasoned easily.

"We can get pro Hunters to help and I'll be the one they target. If they hunt anyone it'll be me." She was trying so hard to convince him.

"No. I actually have to deliver a pair after the Exam. I don't want to risk my job for one Kurta."

She got angry and shoved him. "Why don't you just help me?! We can bring down the mafia and you can have a normal life!"

Neither knew that two people heard them and were watching. Killua saw Villanueva and grew interested as to why he was still up and followed him, and Kurapika heard Macy yell and was watching from around a corner. He was ready to jump in.

"I could never have a normal life." He looked at the window with a smile.

"Why do you do this even though it'll kill you?!" She demanded with a yell.

He smirked and pulled off his shades and moved close to her. He leaned close and whispered into her ear. Kurapika noticed that he was saying more than 'It's fun' and neither Killua or Kurapika could hear. He backed up and Macy had paled. "You're terrifying." She said shakily.

"Really?" He asked.

"You're the Dons' Hitman. But you work as a dealer, too?"

He nodded. "Your eagerness to help him intrigues me. I may be willing to take you under my wing. Give it some thought."

She shook her head. "Not happening. I can't work with a person like you. Your just a monster that doesn't care about human lives!" Villanueva glared at her as she pulled a gun from under her skirt. "I won't let you destroy anymore lives, Hitman! The Kurta will be free-"

Villanueva sliced off her hand with a swipe of his bare hand. Her eyes widened then Villanueva jammed the same hand into her stomach. Killua was shocked. He didn't use any of the knives he had. He looked down at his hand and manipulated it and sharpened his nails. Was that what he did? Macy coughed, splattering blood on Villanueva's face. His eye didn't blink when blood got into it. He shoved her back and she hit the wall and slid down, blood covering the wall and Villanueva's hand.

Macy sat against the wall, blood pooling around her. "I... never knew... It'd... hurt so much..." She struggled to look up and she gasped weakly at the sight of the devil in front of her. Her head went limp and she stopped breathing.

Footsteps made him look up and made Kurapika leave when he wanted to kill him. Vanessa stood by Sangue. The boy looked more confused than scared. "Hm. You two were there? You saw that nasty little display." He pulled out a handkerchief from his vest pocket and wiped off the blood from his face then most of the blood from his hand. "I'll say it since it's hard to ask. 'Why was I able to kill her?' Because I lost friends and family due to my hesitation to kill. I got most of my scars because of young ones like her."

Killua wanted to know about the scars on his eye. Three vertical scars going down. Two go through his lips and ended on his chin with the other. They looked almost like an animal did it, but he wasn't sure. Killua turned and sneaked away.

Villanueva continued. "Kill, get killed, and repeat. But when I finally go you don't have to avenge me." He walked over down the hall followed by Vanessa. Sangue stood still before running up and put himself between them. He held both of their hands while they walked through the hallway. As they walked, Villanueva pulled out his phone.

"Hello, Chairman? Yes, I know it's late. I accidentally killed an applicant. Yes, she pulled a gun on me. Yes. Though I can't give you proof, I can tell you of some skilled guns-for-hire. Yes. Okay. Pleasure doing business with you." He hung up and smiled, not knowing that Vanessa was smiling, too.

Yay! Over 7,000 words this chapter! Yay! The doll was first put in for a reference. Jeff Dunham and when Peanut had a little Jeff puppet. But I just remembered that it also was similar to one of his powers. I had it in mind but didn't intend to put it in this story. But now that I remembered I feel more comfortable with putting it in this story.

Dear God I've been listening to piano music for nearly two hours. My hands would look as if I was playing the piano when the music sped up and I typed faster. So what is Villanueva thinking? Well, I could put OCs in first person POV and even Canon Characters, but not Villanueva. His thoughts are a secret that would freak, creep, and maybe even scare some. He isn't exactly normal.

FYI: This story may go into AU later. Not sure. If it does, what McFeely is trying to do here is involved. A great infection. Not zombies. Something much worse. It will be explained after Killua and Gon go to Heaven's Arena. Also, Sangue's name means something to both of them and will be explained in Trick Tower.

*Note: I forgot to put this in the last chapter. Breemer is their word for the universe and everything in it. It's a matador outfit. In English it means 'Suit of lights'. Even though I made it black.

Later, readers! I haven't slept in two days! Sleep here I come!