Macabre Dreams

Dream Three: Of Tricks, Limos, and Being Lost

"What to bring, what to bring?"

I tapped my lip with a finger, tilting my head this way and that. I wanted to bring something special. A treat for these so-called partners of mine. A smirk found its way to my lips.

Now, I wasn't one to play tricks. Games were fun but eventually grew tiring. But the idea of framing someone else…it was just too tempting. Why not make it seem like them? Find a time they have no alibi and strike then.

But it might get me caught if I didn't do it right.

I did like taking risks, after all.

xXx

"What's taking them so long?" Killua growled, tapping his foot impatiently. "It was two hours two hours ago!"

Gon yawned sleepily, curled up against their bags. "They'll be here soon…"

"I swear, as soon as they get here I'll kill them…" His ears practically perked up as he caught sight of an approaching figure. As soon as they got close enough, he shook a fist at them. "Oi, Ojii-san, where the hell have you been? You're late!"

"I'm late? I bet Kurapika ditched us! And we're gonna be waiting all night and-"

A limo pulled up to the school parking lot, honking once before a window rolled down. A blond head poked out, rather flushed.

"H-hey, guys…"

Leorio dropped his suitcase. As well as his jaw.

"Cool!" Gon chirped, bouncing over to the awaiting limousine. "Ne, Kurapika, can I drive? How does it go around corners if it's so long? Do they come in colors besides black? Hey? Why is your face all red? Are you blushing? Why? I didn't think- AHH! Killua, why'd you hit me?"

"Baka." Killua pulled the oblivious boy a few paces back by the ear. "Ignorant…oblivious baka."

A few awed curses and threats later, the four were inside the car and the driver began to, well, drive.

"So, what's with the ride?" Leorio asked, gazing around curiously. A complete stranger to any lavish lifestyle. Killua lounged back, perfectly at home, while Gon obligated himself to explore every possible nook and cranny of the interior.

"My…ahem…father…demands I be driven everywhere." Kurapika averted his gaze, staring out the window. The glass separating them from the front was rolled down, and the driver glanced at them through the mirror.

Tipping his hat, the large man's face remained hardened. "I was told to relay a message to the Young Master's friends. I do hope you enjoy your stay, though pay mind to any inconveniences you may experience. Due to the recent death of my husband, his business partners were to pay visit tonight. I ask it of you that you stay within the limited areas, as I do not wish any of you to wind up creating problems." The glass was rolled back up.

"That was uh…weird." Leorio lifted an eyebrow. "That from your mom? Dad died? Huh?"

The blond looked away again, "Nothing. Ignore it."

Killua pulled a chocolate bar from his bag, hiding a smirk behind it.

xXx

If Gon had been amazed by the limo, he was dumbstruck by the mansion.

Leorio dropped his suitcase, neither for the first nor the last time that night. The two spun in awed circles, examining the room from chandelier to marble staircase to the maids that bowed down as they entered.

"Welcome back, Young Master." The maids chorused as the limo was driven away and the door closed behind them. Kurapika cleared his throat softly, walking briskly towards the staircase.

"Let's not linger here too long. The butlers have arranged accommodations for the four of us; I hope it's not too stuffy for your tastes." The blond practically flew up the stairs, not waiting to see if they followed him.

Killua trailed behind him casually, as if he were used to the overly exaggerated welcomes. The other two boys exchanged a glance before running after them.

Arriving at a normal looking door (well, unless you could the dragon-shaped knocker) the group waited anxiously as Kurapika unlocked the door to reveal their room.

Four queen sized beds, complete with plush mountains of pillows and soft sheets, sat in each corner of the room. Heavy red curtains were pulled over floor-to-ceiling windows at the far wall and a bathroom door was carved delicately nearby. Crystal shaped lights loomed over head, paintings of baby angels and stars filled the dome ceiling.

The suitcase clattered to the floor.

"Would you stop that?" Kurapika pursed his lips, "What is that? The third time? You'll make a dent in the floor. It's not bulletproof."

"That's nice to know." Dropping his bag onto the closest bed, Killua grinned mischievously. Gon obliviously grinned back, the others gulped. "Let's raid the kitchen. What say you?"

xXx

"This is just great." Killua stuffed his hands into his pockets. "The kitchen is off limits and we're lost." He awaited a soft reply from his companion, but Gon had suddenly become quiet.

Suspicions crawled to his twitching eye as he turned to glance behind him.

To find the hallway completely empty.

"You've got to be kidding me." He scoffed disbelievingly.

Of course, it was just his luck to be stuck in a ridiculously huge mansion all alone. Lost. Who knew what kind of creepy crawly old geezers were behind these doors?

On another note, he suddenly remembered Kurapika's warning. "My, umm…sister, is having a sleepover tonight. If you value your sanity, don't get near any of her friends. And if you run into her, herself, I suggest you run like there was no tomorrow."

Killua sighed as he turned back to face the hallways, spotting a pink haired girl turn to look at him at exactly that moment.

"Hey, I'm lost. Care to point me in the direction of the kitchen?" He called to her.

Large green eyes sparkled as she faced him completely. Nearly see-through nightgown billowing behind her, Neon Nostrade came running at him.

"Crap."

TBC…

Yuuki: Now if you'll excuse me, I shall go die in a corner

Leorio: Now a message from our sponsor!

*crickets*

Kurapika: *cough* we have none *cough*

Leorio: …

*ten minutes later*

Killua: *walks onstage in suit and tie* oi! Ojii-san, why do I gotta do this again?

Gon: review please! ;D