Review Replies at the bottom. (Last time I'm changing the summary. This one seems good enough anyway.)

Kaitou was frustrated. She was standing straight in front of the main entrance of her mansion waiting for the caretaker arrive, but he was already hour late. Kaitou began to fidget around, tapping her toes, and biting her nails. The servants glanced nervously at each other.

"An hour late." She growled under her breath.

Finally a black classy car pulled into the drive way. The servants scrambled, with their tired out numb legs, to the car opening the door for the visitor directing his attention to Kaitou.

Kaitou was waiting on the other side of the luscious garden, scowling coldly at her caretaker. From afar, she saw dusty blond hair smoothed back with shining hair gel. He wasn't wearing any kind of formal suit and tie, instead he wore a rusty red laced t-shirt, with a smooth black trouser, A sash that was tied around the seam of his shirt and pants, and finally a pair off odd black dancing shoes. Kujou recognized the style of cloths, and instantly knew he was from the Ochizan country, or at least someone who is influenced by the heritage.

The man easily smiled at me, as he walked up the steps leading to the main doorway, as if unaware of his delayed arrival. Kaitou held down a snort, and raised her chin.

His perfect smile did not waver, instead he offered me a handshake. "Are you Kaitou's little sister?" He asked sweetly in a mellow voice.

Even though Kaitou wanted to smack him for not recognizing her, she stayed composed. "Of course not. I am Kaitou." She added a extra edge into her voice. "Would you to explain why you are so late?"

"Oh you do sound like a boy." He chirped cheerfully. "But I'm sure you're a girl."

She held back herself from raising her voice. "I'm only biologically a girl. If you wanna laugh at me, go ahead."

He looked at her with fascination then, then her hand and shook it. "Well in that case, nice to meet you Kaitou."

Kaitou took a deep breath, and decided to simply ignore him. She freed her hand from his shake, and opened the gates before any servants could help her, and politely held it open for the caretaker to enter.

"My name is Phione." He said, his suddenly mellow voice became more shrill.

"Please to meet you." She stated, and without a word, led him to his living quarters, which was about as grand as the common servant.

Once Phione saw the room, he gleefully jumped onto the bed, flinging his luggage to the side of the room. He let out a sigh of comfort and relief, as he let his body sink into the soft mattress.

Kaitou watched in disbelief at the childish behavior of Phione. She immediately felt uncomfortable and made no haste to leave the room. Then she saw a blond wig fly across the room. Kaitou turned her head to find someone yanking a hair net out of their pinned up ginger hair. The person removed the gold pins that held her ginger hair in place, and let it fall on her back in messy curls. She glanced at Kaitou gawking, and began to hysterically laugh, explaining about how funny her face looks between their breaths.

Eventually the person caught their breath, and then smiled brightly at Kaitou. "Don't you worry sweetie. My name is still Phione."

I wasn't able to sleep for days. I told Ian I would stay to gather up some money, but I realized that I still gain only a few coins as a reward, and I couldn't drag myself out of bed to participate in any of my battles. I already missed three, which sends me back down to the 170th floor.

Ian said in order to find where the money I have been earning was going, he was going to spent sleepless days on his computer, doing his own hacking work that I don't understand.

So as I waited to for him, I laid in my bed, and thought without rest. I searched the browser on my phone, checking every single news article, video, or rumor that has anything to do with the downfall of Jousei Corporation.

I also checked the number of guns the company has sold in total every year. There was a sudden drop in the sales about two years ago, which allows me to infer that maybe that was when the money transference was disturbed. Also meaning that the NGL country still had it's hold on the company. I texted Ian this bit of information but I doubt he already didn't know this. All I could do is wait bundled up in my bed.

I haven't eaten for the last few days, but whenever I try to take one bite of my dry meal, a flash of my father's angry face always caused me to lose my appetite. Eventually I gave up, and even when my stomach ached for food I didn't even give the unfinished meal a glance.

In order to distract myself from the hunger, I desperately tried to have positive thoughts. Like what I was going to do after I leave Heavens Arena, and even after hours of thinking, I still have no idea. I certainly can not travel around blindly with no plan. My most promising idea was the hunter exam, which sounds liked the most interesting thing to do, but I don't have any reason to become a hunter. It's not like I need a hunter's pass in order to explore around the world, and I don't need money either.

Hey I thought I would take the hunter exam because I'm super bored. Plus I have nothing left in life.

I laughed at the idea.

I pulled out my phone to check the news again, but I accidentally tapped the photos icon due to my fatigue. Then I saw a significant rise in photos that I kept in my storage. Opening the album folder, I revealed many photos that I took with Killua and Gon at their room, and few recordings of Gon and Killua quarreling for my own amusement.

I suddenly felt regretful. If I hadn't so quickly break our friendship, I might not be as lost as I was now. Maybe I would have joined them in their adventures, fight by their side, and I wouldn't be so goddamn miserable and lonely right now.

I tapped on the first video I took, when Killua was painting Gon's face with chocolate that melted in the heat of summer. And as I watched myself do intricate designs, far better than Killua's own artwork. I finally fell into a deep and troubled sleep.

As I rub my messy hair with a towel, I sank into the soft velvet bed. I stared at the crumpled envelope in my hand, using the yellow tinted light from the lamp. Water that dripped from my hair landed on the words 'Kujou' in a typewriter font.

I told Gon I was don't care about Kujou anymore, but I couldn't stop myself from worrying about her. She hasn't fought in a match for a week, and I still haven't returned the money to her. She could be starving in her room right now. It's strange that someone who's as competitive as Kujou would drop out of her matches.

"Ah!" I groaned, rubbing my hair aggresively. Stop it Killua! You don't care about that weird girl anymore. I thought angrily, but I wasn't able to push that restless feeling of concern.

I stormed out of my room, despite my soaking hair. Marching along the lit halls with annoyance, gripping her prize money tightly in my hand.

"Floor 170." I begrudgingly told the woman waiting in the elevator in a pink uniform. Which to my annoyance, reminded me of what Kujou wore when I first saw her.

You, a temporary friend, that will leave on adventures, while I'm here rotting in my room. You, who if I tell you this secret, will simply amble around with no use of it. You, who can't do anything for me anyway!

I clenched my throat, as her words resounded in my head. It was as if she was referring herself as a bird trapped into a cage, who refuges to show off the plumage under her wing for reasons I can't comprehend.

She asked me why I should possible want to know her secrets. That's when I realized just how much I knew nothing of her. She's a multi-talented girl who now hates my guts, and happens to live in Heavens Arena as a job. What about her past? Her family? Her goals?

"Sir, are you gonna leave?" Asked the woman.

I nodded, and left with a more relaxed steps.

She knows nothing of me either. And yet I pushed her to tell me about her past. I began to feel guilty for my behavior, but no matter what kind of angle I looked at the situation. I would never consider myself wrong.

I knocked on Kujou's door. "Kujou! It's Killua! I have your money. Just thought to give it back to you."

I was met with silence.

Was she asleep?

I listened intently, but I couldn't hear her breath from inside the room. Instead there was a strange billowing sound. I looked out the hall, into the main lobby where the sunlight was beginning to go out under the horizon. I thought of asking the front desk if Kujou was in a match right now, but then a strange scent caught my attention. At first I thought it was simply my imagination, but I couldn't deny the scent that has been drilled into my mind through my assasination training.

Poison.

With a flick of my wrist, I broke the lock on the door, and entered the room. I was met with a strong gust of wind, that sent droplets of water from my hair flying across the hall. I stared with shock, as shards of glass hurled towards me, bouncing harmlessly against my skin. There was a jagged hole in the window, big enough for two large people to jump through. Calmly scanning the messy room, I saw fresh indention in the sheets of her bed. I placed my palm on the indention, and I felt the warmth spread across my fingers.

She was here only moments ago.

Before I could think of my next move, my legs instinctively moved across the room littered with Kujou's belongings, and I jumped head first out of the window.

I have a serious weakness in writing about feelings. No matter how I wrote it just sounded wrong. I always wrote too little and I felt I needed to delve deeper into the character's emotion, but just didn't know how. I had to look through other published books that I grabbed from my school library. Btw, if you haven't red Shadow and Bone yet, it's a really great action/romance novel. I suggest you guys to check it out. Thanks to the people who reviewed the story, I couldn't believe how much people did on the last chapter. I think it was because I improved my summary, and more people are checking out my story.

Also, Phione is going to be pretty important, so remember her.

For clarification, Phione is pronounced (fee-own)

Review Replies:

wolfhanyou-lina- I'm glad that's the impression you have on Kujou right now. I wanted to start the story off with a person that's weak, but strong enough to be noticed by Killua and Gon. But I don't plan to keep her normal for long, I always find that it's boring when a character doesn't grow in strength and mental fortitude. And I wanted someone who is really independent, so thank you for noticing that as well. It makes me really happy!

neonkoi- I'm glad I got to make you laugh.

Lydia407- Your wish has been heard loud in clear. (Noragami reference :3)

Kri- Half of your questions will be answered next chapter. Look forward to it!