HunterxHunter is owned by Yoshihiro Togashi. The anime adaption this is based off of was produced by Madhouse Studios.
Halo 3 was made by Bungie. Halo is currently owned and operated by 343 Industries and Microsoft.
AU.
"It's my turn. I'll finish the fight." Master Chief announced to the others, who didn't contest him. Majitani remained where he lay, beaten by Kurapika. "Toss that guy out, and send in your next competitor." He demanded, pointing at Majitani. A short , hooded prisoner laughed loud enough to be heard across the enormous expanse.
"We can't do that, sorry." They said, in a very feminine voice. Their shackles didn't release like those prior, and they didn't lift their hood, so their gender couldn't be confirmed.
"Whyever not?" He asked, confused. He was certain that the mercenary could physically move Majitani. If they needed, he could do it for them.
"We can't move him yet, because his match hasn't been settled." The prisoner said, nonchalant.
"His match hasn't been settled?" Chief repeated. "What do you mean?" The prisoner walked across the bridge to Majitani before crouching next to him and supposedly taking his pulse.
"He's still alive." They announced. "He was only knocked out. Did you forget? The match was until death, or until one surrendered. Majitani didn't surrender, and he isn't dead. Therefore, the match continues." The prisoner said, turning back and laughing. Leorio growled. The Spartan turned back towards the Kurta.
"Kurapika, could you finish the man off for me?" Master Chief asked, respectfully. Kurapika shook his head.
"The fight is over. When I punched him, he'd already lost his will to fight." Kurapika said. Chief nodded.
"Then what do you propose we do?" He asked, concerned.
"Wait until he awakens." Kurapika stated. "We'll have our answer then." The Demon nodded and leaned against the wall patiently.
"If you don't want to get your hands dirty and do it, I'll do it." Killua said calmly. "You've never killed anyone before, right? Are you scared?"
"I never considered whether murder was frightening. But this was a one-on-one battle, so you aren't permitted to interfere." Kurapika said, sighing.
"Yeah, but all the same, we're part of a team, so you shouldn't be too selfish!" Killua said, raising his finger in judgement. Master Chief nodded.
"He does have a point."
"I'm sorry, but I won't change my mind." Kurapika said, sighing. Chief nodded.
"Very well. This is the path of majority rules; we'll settle it in that manner. All for, press O. All against, press X." Master Chief said. He pressed O, and the screen whirred. "Ah, I get it. These only work with predetermined questions." He muttered.
"It's pointless either way!" Killua shouted at the Savior of Humanity. "He's not gonna change his mind."
"We'll have to wait a while for Majitani to wake up, then." Chief said, sighing. Suddenly, he snapped his fingers. "Kurapika, could you do something for me?" Kurapika looked up with confusion, but when he saw Master Chief holding a handgun to him he backed away, shaking his head violently. Chief realized what it looked like and quickly shook his head.
"No, no. I want you to shoot near his head, to wake him up. You can even use this opportunity to check and see if he's actually dead." He said, holding the magnum out again. Kurapika sighed.
"I… I don't think I can right now. It's a good idea, but I don't think I can…" Kurapika said, muttering. Leorio grunted.
"We're wasting time!"
"Leorio, sit down." Master Chief said. "We'll do this plan in a few hours, or whenever Kurapika's feeling better; whichever comes first." Leorio grumbled, before turning and sitting against the wall. Their watches had marked the time as sixty eight hours. When they displayed sixty four, Chief stood and walked over to the blonde.
"Kurapika. It's been four hours. Are you sure you can't do it?" He asked. Kurapika raised his head from between his legs.
"I…guess I could try…" He muttered, standing. Master Chief held out his pistol for a third time and Kurapika accepted it. He walked across the catwalk towards Majitani, but the other prisoner started walking towards him.
"No weapons are allowed." They said, holding up their hands, which were still cuffed together. Kurapika sighed and nodded. He returned and gave Chief back his firearm.
"That was a good try." Kurapika acknowledged. He started to walk back towards the wall, but felt a heavy hand on his shoulder.
"Check his body for me. Can you tell the difference between someone who's unconscious, faking, dead, or drugged?" Master Chief asked. Kurapika nodded, catching on. Life was returning to the boy.
"If he's faking…" Kurapika muttered, before turning and walking back towards Majitani. When he arrived, the first thing he did was check brutish man's pulse. He was alive, good. That was one option down. He stepped over Majitani's body and felt something against scrape against the floor. He looked down to see a piece of paper and picked it up, reading it aloud.
"Feign unconsciousness; buy us time." He read aloud, to the horror of the prisoners. He looked at Majitani, whose eyes were closed tightly. He was sweating slightly. "You're awake." He grabbed Majitani by the neck and raised his limp body off the ground. Kurapika punched his stomach, and Majitani didn't react, to his credit. But the second time, he exhaled, and the third time, he audibly gasped.
"Alright! I'm awake!" He shouted. Kurapika stared at him, unforgiving.
"Do you give or do you want to die?" He asked, cold as ice, but not as cold as Chief.
"I give." Majitani grumbled. He'd only lost a few years. He skulked back to his balcony, and Kurapika walked back to his, head held high. He was intentionally not looking at Majitani's back. Master Chief, after some encouragement from Cortana, gave the Kurta a high-five before walking across the bridge, the motions echoed by the dissenting prisoner.
"Our contest will be a gamble. We will come up with questions, and wager on the answer." The prisoner announced upon reaching the island.
"With what?" Chief asked courteously. "What will we wager with?" The prisoner, unknown to Master Chief, was smiling.
"The only thing we both have. Time." They announced. "Look at the monitor on the wall." Chief conceded and saw 50:50 was displayed on the board
"We each have fifty hours. However, we can only wager with multiples of ten. We continue placing bets until one of us has no hours left." The prisoner recited the rules they'd come up with weeks prior. "We'll take turns deciding what to bet on. If you end up with zero hours, you will also have fifty hours subtracted from your time remaining. If we lose all ours, fifty years will be added to our sentences. If these terms are acceptable, I'll make the first wager." Master Chief turned around.
"Do you have any objections?" He asked the others. No one had any they wished to voice, so he turned back to the prisoner.
"Very well. I accept. My I pick the first wager?" Chief asked. The prisoner nodded.
"What is my gender?" Cortana asked. The prisoner took a step backwards, hopefully momentarily confused.
"I wager thirty hours you're a male." The prisoner said. Master Chief saw they were experienced with gambling and mind games. the prisoner hadn't been phased but a minute.
"You are correct." Chief announced. Master Chief gestured for the prisoner to go ahead and choose as the scoreboard beeped. It was 70:20, prisoners' favor.
"I will choose the next wager." The prisoner announced, shackles clacked, and dropped to the ground. The prisoner tore off their hood, and Leorio gasped and blushed at the sight of a gorgeous woman.
"On whether I'm a man or a woman." She said. Kurapika gasped. 'So that's it.'
"How will we prove if I'm wrong?" Chief asked. She sighed and twirled one of her hair strands.
"You'll inspect my body, of course." She said, sighing. "Until you're fully satisfied." Leorio made an… interesting noise behind him, but Master Chief ignored it.
"Very well. I wager twenty hours that you are a woman." He announced. She hissed. "And what's the answer?"
"I'm a woman." She growled. The scoreboard beeped; it was 60:40, the examiners' favor.
"If we follow this track…" Master Chief muttered, before asking. "What is my birth name?" She gasped.
"That's… That's not fair! I asked an easy question!" She shouted, pointing desperately. Chief shrugged.
"There were no rules about the types of questions that could be asked." He stated monotonously. Her glare darkened further, and she paused for thought. Her smile brightened, but her gaze remained the same.
"We have no way of proving it." She said, smirking. The Spartan conceded.
"Very well. How many sentient being are in this armor?" He asked. She sputtered and growled. That… That… Well, previously, she'd been trying to gauge him. This wasn't gauging; this was the real deal. It was unlikely that there was any more than one… But what if there was? No, there couldn't be… It was large armor, and he could be hiding two people. But then it would look like there were two people. But what about the feminine voice from earlier? It must have been a voice scrambler or changer of some form. This was an attempt to psych her out, she realized, and she made the obvious bet.
"I bet ten hours that there is one person in that armor." She said with an air of finality. Master Chief shook his head, and reached behind his helmet, pulling out a chip and palming it.
"Wrong, hon." Cortana said, appearing on the chip. The prisoner growled, and as Chief put Cortana back in his helmet, the board beeped. She was getting flustered and needed to calm down. But all the same, she had one surefire bet left. She grinned.
"I wager you don't know who the next contestant is." She smiled. There was no way he could have any idea what the identity of the next person.
Lippo saw the "Virus detected" warning on his computer, but before he could even move it had disappeared. What in the world was that? His operating system was one of the best in the world; it shouldn't have been hacked at all, much less that easily. The system needed to be, to hold some of the psychos in this prison.
"I wager fifty hours that it's Johness the Dissector." The Demon said, after Cortana informed him. She gasped. No. No way. There was absolutely no way he knew that.
"Am I right?" He asked. She nodded, a stunned look on her face. The board beeped, and the other four prisoners were ready to tear her apart when she got back. She'd just extended their sentences fifty years, and they were not happy. Master Chief, however, had won their round, and it was three to one. They'd passed.
Only one opponent stands in his way now. But that opponent is the toughest yet. Johness... the Dissector. How will the Demon fair against him?
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