As always-thank you so much for reading this far! Super thanks to those who showed their supports, especially those who gave more time to review. YOU GUYS ARE FABULOUS.

WARNING: I'm no good with dresses, the jargon, nor in designing them so I'll leave 'em up to your fabulous imaginations. xD

DISCLAIMER: I WISH I own HxH

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CHAPTER 10: Gatherings

That night was cool, like it always was there, and the stars were bright. There were barely any clouds then, and the clear sky was so picturesque one could just stare at it all night.

Erected just in the right position to appreciate the wonders of the scenery as well as to feel the cold sea breeze, a lone (and large) vacation house stood magnificently on the mountain side. It was just after twilight, and an old group of friends—or rather, a family, was going to do one of their monthly reunions in a new place.

"Whoa." Was a more stingy exclamation of one pink-haired Machi, but the awe in her eyes were there as she stood on the large balcony. There were, of course, exclamations from a more vehement friend.

"WHOOO!" Vehement was an understatement, it seemed, and the large man literally boomed in glee. "GORGEOUS!" just before he jumped on the balcony in glee, much to the owner's chagrin.

"Geez, Uvo!" Shalnark nagged, crossing his arms, and momentarily forgetting the glee of seeing his old friends. "You'll ruin the balcony!"

"Grumpy pants." Uvo said (muttered, really) and trudged to the house's interior, where he sat carelessly on the sofa… which he broke. Shalnark did not approve.

"That's a vintage sheraton sofa damnit!"

"Whoa there. You went pansy after getting rich?" Uvo said sarcastically. "Oh sorry not everyone gets adopted by a billionare."

"Tsk."

"Anyway," Machi intervened using that trademark apathetic tone of hers, sprinkled with just the right amount of awe. "Nice house."

"Thanks. Got it for my 18th birthday."

"The car too?" This time it was the other girl, Shizuku, pertaining to the sleek-looking car (Shizuku would never know car names even if they're named after animals) parked at the front. Shalnark shrugged and nodded as he watched the other two run to the window to see the car as well.

"Yeah, the car too." The car was a Hummingbird version 3.0—the currently most expensive civilian car in existence. Someone whistled.

"Well, considering I helped triple their already huge income, I say it's fair to be abnormally spoiled." The other three only shrugged, but silence didn't even get the chance to dominate because the door opened right after. It was the rest of the members (with the exception of the two leading ones). Before greeting them, however, Uvo couldn't help but grin (and make a snide comment) about the group's most vertically challenged member.

"Here comes another one adopted by some rich scumbag." Shalnark, knowing well who his friends were referring to, decided to interfere before it became a full-blown spar again. Really, he could afford a dozen more houses like this—but it didn't mean that he'd allow them to destroy it.

"Ah, Feitan, how's the preparation for the ball?"

"How was I supposed to know?" Feitan snapped, and Shalnark was a tad surprised. This was not about his height, and it wasn't like this reunion wasn't planned. What could be egging him off?

The rest of the members watched and felt the tension apathetically. (Uvo even got beer in the process). He sighed. "Aren't class reps automatic helpers?"

"It was never really a written rule. That's just for idiots who can't say no." Feitan said, almost in a hurry to finish this conversation—which he always was, but this time he was very very agitated. And Shalnark did not think twice in pointing that out.

"Well, someone's in a bad mood." He said, crossing his arms, and ignored some of the members who by then was marvelling the night sky that they had. "Well, more so than usual."

Uvo drank his beer, and cackled. "Did you get dumped or something?"

Feitan glared at that, almost everyone turned their heads to Feitan when he didn't respond in the first 3 seconds, and Uvo blew his beer by gag-reflex. Uvo did not expect that reaction. None of them did. "O-Oi!"

But before anyone could drill the young Easterner (Feitan would have thanked the universe if he believed in luck which he didn't), everyone within the house whipped their heads towards the door sensing a presence they knew all too well. The newcomer didn't even need to press the doorbell.

The very intricate-looking French door opened, revealing a dashing young man in sleek black suit. He was accompanied by a voluptuous blonde woman that they, also, knew well. Everyone smiled in glee and walked to the door to greet them.

"Danchou!"

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NISPEDANA HIGH
A few days later

The day for the ball was getting near, and everyone was becoming increasingly busy… ordering their respective bring-to-school-servants to work.

Two pretty girls, both blessed with bright hair, were strolling along the hallway. They were no other than the unlikely friends (many students still had no idea why they were so close, and of course—they had no idea of a certain club's existence at all).

They got a few glares from fellow females, partly due to the attention they got (many of them were the rebounds from Bisuke's reservoir of rejected beaus) and partly because they weren't working/bossing someone around… like pretty much everyone else who claimed to be personally 'helping out' with the preparations.

"So who asked you out?" Bisuke asked as they strolled, easily pretending not to notice the stares. "I bet there're a lot. Then again, perhaps few truly dared. You're kinda 'up-there', y'know?" The smaller girl even raised a hand to make her point. Kurapika only sweat-dropped.

"That's not true…" She said but before Bisuke could disagree, she shook her head. "I was transferred here last year. I never got to go to a dance."

"EHH?"

"No need to act so shocked."

"I would've loved to see you in a dress."

"Bisuke…"

There was a glimmer in Bisuke's eyes that somewhat made Kurapika shiver. "Bisuke?" She repeated and the girl's eyes widened as if remembering something.

"Oh right! Gon! I'll be dressing up Gon!" And disappeared, just like that.

Kurapika sighed and decided to distract herself with routine check-up during the preparations, turning the page of the check list as she did so. She was a member of the event organization, but she was doing this mostly for the club.

As she walked around, she couldn't help but overhear the frantic gossip tone of one of the students who passed by her: "Did you hear? The museum got robbed!" He yelled at his friend who only stared at him. "I hear the value of the pieces was over a billion!"

"Yeah I heard about that." The other boy responded coolly, not particularly interested in socially-relevant events. "But no one died right?"

The boy nodded, but he visibly disapproved of his friend's apathetic attitude about this. What if their own collection was next? "Right. No one died, but didn't it have a state-of-the-art security system?" He paused for effect. "Must be an inside job!"

"There you go with your conspiracy theories!"

Her feet had already stopped (she swore her heart did, too) when she heard of the 'billion' and she did not realize she was staring at the voices' directions so deeply that she, after catching herself and decided to move on, failed to notice incoming person before it was too late.

She did not usually fall down backside first, actually the last time had been a long time ago—in that other life before all that misfortune came by her way. "Oops!" A man's voice pulled her back to the present. It was eerily familiar, but she pushed it down to prevent further embarrassment, and took his hand. "Sorry about that."

She didn't even know, though, was why he didn't see her. Perhaps he was distracted himself. Whatever the case, she apologized half-heartedly as she patted off the dust on her skirt before looking at him.

Her eyes widened the moment she caught a glimpse of his pale face. Slightly.

He was good-looking, had jet black hair, and the deepest eyes she had ever seen…

The odd thing was that she just knew she had seen them before.

The man had the oddest bandage on his forehead. He looked a little older than she was and mused that he must be a professor. She had couldn't recall where she had seen him before. But she did, she was certain.

There was a familiar—disconcerting—sensation within her that moment which she didn't quite know what to do with. But before she could look at him closely, he curtly excused himself. "I apologize for bumping into you." He smiled. "Goodbye for now…,

"Kurapika."

Her eyes widened and she watched him turn to a corner as passive as an idiot. She quickly went to follow him as soon as she could but he was… gone. It was like he disappeared the second he turned that corner.

She did not remember how long she had been standing there when she felt a gentle tap on her shoulder. "Oi, Kurapika!"

"…hai?"

"I've been calling you for several times now!" Bisuke said with an eyebrow raised and looked at the empty corridor she had been staring at. Fortunately, Bisuke seemed enthusiastic about something else that she didn't even think of questioning Kurapika further. Instead, she only grabbed her arm and dragged her somewhere else.

And that somewhere else happened to be the nearby shopping district in town (they borrowed Neon's limousine). The car was going at what felt like a hundred kilometres per hour so Kurapika didn't bother jumping down the window.

"I didn't know what to wear." Gon reasoned shyly (how cute). "Bisuke's helping me out." She said. "I think you're going in for fittings as well."

Kurapika blinked. So that means…

"It's going to be your dress for the ball!" Bisuke answered for her, as excited to dress-up as she always would be. Kurapika, however, as smart as she was, still couldn't believe the silliness of what she was hearing.

"Pardon?"

"After all, what better place to 'watch over' the party than inside it?"

Remain calm, Kurapika. "Usually it isn't done because it brings humiliation."

"Oh hush, child." Bisuke said and Kurapika wondered if she even heard anything she just said. "Mothers know best!"

"But you're not—"

Again, Bisuke did not hear a thing and just dragged them out the car as soon as it stopped.

…

Gon didn't seem to mind all the dresses practically shoved to her face. Although… she was far, far, less passionate as Bisuke was. Kurapika, on the other hand, always thought shopping was tiresome. But seeing Gon getting dressed up in pretty dresses swiped the boredom away. Maybe Bisuke was wiping some of her enthusiasm on her.

There were at least a dozen beautiful dresses that fitted Gon wonderfully. Bisuke's instincts though told her there was something that was beyond perfect for Gon and that was what she planned to buy.

And then—after hours (Kurapika dared not count)—Gon came out of the lavish fitting room in a beautiful ochre-colored dress. Kurapika didn't know how to describe the dress, as she knew too little of details and terms and jargons of the textile industry, but she knew for sure that it was intricately ordained, and its color scheme fitted Gon's skin, hair, and bright eyes so well it was like the dress was made just for her.

Kurapika smiled at the fact that she sounded much like her old little self: the one interested in ponies and flowers and fantasy stories, and everything beautiful but the jargons of dress-making, and other things carefree little girls would've liked.

In any case, Kurapika's smile did not disappear until the muscles in her face told her brain they were tired. Shopping wasn't so bad, after all.

…

As Kurapika fitted the dresses Bisuke chose for her, Gon waited excitedly for Kurapika's dresses. The first one was incredibly pretty, the second one as well, but like on hers Bisuke was looking, waiting, for a dress that fitted Kurapika as if it was seamed for her.

As they waited, however, Bisuke sat beside Gon on the bench and stared at her for an uncomfortable amount of seconds. Finally, after some moments, the older woman spoke. Slowly. "I'm curious. I knew you liked Killua—it was obvious—but I didn't think you'd leave Feitan like that." She paused and Gon nodded in understanding. "You do know how lowly this society looks down on those refused despite winning the duels, yes?"

"I know I was selfish."Gon mumbled after a moment of silence. "But I believed Feitan would be fine—he's a strong man, isn't he?" She said. "And I really wanted to go with Killua. I didn't want to be unfair to Feitan by being dishonest." Gon paused again then, not regretting her decision, but still felt bad for Feitan. "Am I a bad person?"

Bisuke chuckled and held her hand. "Nonsense." She said. "You're right—Feitan's your friend, and we all know he's strong. Besides…" She grinned. "No one would dare look down on him after the fight he and Killua just did."

Gon smiled in response, before turning to the ruffling of the fitting room curtain—revealing an unbelievably beautiful Kurapika.

Bisuke squeaked. She really found beautiful gems that night.

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The days that followed had been hectic—with the events management problems and the training—Bisuke did not let them slack off. However, seeing how lovely the interiors become (thanks to interior designers the student council hired. Funded by the school of course), and the rest of the arrangements finally reaching their final steps, (and finally buying their outfits and accessories of course) people started relaxing. And at last the day of the ball came, and the stress was transformed fully to that of excitement.

There were still a few bits of works. But, as always, let the servants do the rest of the work.

An hour-and-a-half prior to the event, Kurapika decided to do a periphery check. This time a job only for the club: that is, security. She met a few guards along the way, receiving a few nods to those who was familiar with her additional jobs (the guards from the Hanabusa family), and just stares from the rest. Kurapika was particularly thankful that her dress was not only approved by Bisuke, but it was very comfortable and easy to move in.

It was sometwhere deeper in the forest that she felt abrupt presence—as if it let go of its guard for a second— making her flinch. She whipped her head to face it, and saw him. "You."

"Hello to you, too." He smiled (that careful smile politicians had) and she could feel him looking at her—deeply, albeit in that rare admiring but thoroughly not perverted way. There was silence during that moment of appraisal, but Kurapika was surprised she didn't feel particularly uncomfortable…something she would've felt the rest of the time. The silence ended and his smile became genuine. "You look wonderful."

She almost blushed. Still, she couldn't help but put her guard up simply because it went down way too easily. This person was not Gon—no one was like Gon—and this person had such unreadable eyes that it was disconcerting how she could drop her defenses so much. "Who are you?" That sounded disrespectful, but she really didn't care right now.

The man, however, didn't seem to notice the hostility she was emitting. That or he was good at pretending it didn't exist. The latter was more likely, and far more worrying. "Who do you think I am, miss?"

She swore he called her name before, and she really needed to know how, but she did not want to be rude (again) so she put the question off for a little while. After all for all she knew he really was a professor, and she wasn't vulgar enough to talk to him back and demand an answer. "I think you are a professor."

"Well, that's not exactly false." He smiled and she found herself stepping back at the sight of it. She frowned at her impolite actions but at the moment her instincts were telling her to back off.

"Sir…" she started and paused to gain more composure. "I heard you call my name a while back." She said. And without the honorific, too. But most importantly the familiarity in his tone wasn't misplaced. It felt natural, and she wanted to know why. And now she was just hoping to get hints using his answer.

But when he saw his surprised face—it only lasted a second but it happened, she was sure of it (did he not mean to call her with such familiarity?)—her confusion was fuelled even more. She could feel her voice becoming a little firmer. "How do you know my name…Sir?"

"I watch over you…as I do most of my students." He said, finally, regaining the stoic facade. "I am the President."

She batted an eyelid at that, surprised. "Ah… I apologize if I was rude." Still, her wall was up. Or at least that was what she forced it to.

"It's fine." He chuckled, maybe trying to put down her hard guard. "I know I look much too young to be in such a high position."

"Aren't you?"

"I am."

"I see…" "Have we… met before?"

"Yes." He said after a pause. "We bumped into each other—"

"That's not what I meant." She snapped, and she was honestly surprised of her response.

The more she talked with him, the more that inkling feeling behind her head and the rolling over of her stomach (not the pleasant sort) became stronger. She knew this person (that feeling that she must have known him. He wasn't someone one—especially she—would forget, but she had, which made him feel so so much more dangerous). That was something she was certain of now. And he was not to be trusted.

"Sa… don't be too guarded. It's discourteous."

"So I gathered…" She muttered as she appraised him again, this time with a much more antagonistic eye. It was then she remembered that dream she was having for years. It had been occurring more and more often now, much to her dismay, and that image—that dreadfully bright azure cross—had been stamped to her head. "If you don't mind… what happened to your head?"

"It is an injury, but yes I do mind you asking."

"And I do mind you calling me by my first name and without an honorific, even if you are the President."

"I apologize, then." He smiled, but it was also stern and rigid like what she was being at the moment. He held his hand as a conciliatory gesture. "Shall we start over Miss Walker?" For a moment there she thought he'd use her surname by birth—Kuruta—and for some reason she was sure of it. She was beginning to be terrified of the odd feelings in her brain she couldn't explain. She needed to get away from this man for now. And quick.

"Ah." She said and closed her eyes. "Now if you'll excuse me Mr. President, I'd like to return and check the event again."

But the moment she turned around her whole body felt numb: that feeling in one's feet or on one's arms when one sits or sleep too long in the wrong position; or when adrenaline left your body without warning. She didn't even know how she was managing to walk away…, but she did know that very soon afterwards her head was heading towards the soil. Maybe it was the lack of numbness, or maybe it was the dress, but whatever the case how long had it been since she was so clumsy?

She did not meet the painful fate she was expecting though, and she could feel his warm large hands holding her stomach and easily supporting her weight. "Kura—"

There he was again, being all familiar and her insides becoming so uncomfortably comfortable under his touch. "Don't touch me!" That reasonable part of her told her she was being ungrateful, but that part was too buried by instincts. This man was dangerous. And he wasn't even hostile. She wished he was a hostile—at least that would explain why she was feeling this way.

She didn't realize a sharp cut branch nearby that placed a sharp and long wound on her arm. And the next thing she saw his worried face (which she thought she really didn't need to see at the moment), and that he was already walking towards her.

"Don't come closer!" Keep calm, keep calm. "Please."

He only halted his steps, but his hand extended to meet hers. She slapped it away. She refused to acknowledge the pained look on his face as she did so, and for a long time she didn't remember it at all.

"I'll go to the clinic myself, sir, please go inside the party."

"The clinic is closed."

"I'll manage, thank you very much." And turned around. He was following her, rather blatantly too, and she found herself praying for all these de-stabilizing events to just stop.

A moment soon after her eyes caught a familiar figure and she knew well what he was doing outside. It was the school doctor, a person she knew years after becoming a Walker. She knew he was going for a smoke—it would be the only reason why he was outside a 'supremely comfortable' (as he put it) air-conditioned room. She inhaled and yelled, in the most casual greeting tone she could muster. "L-Leorio!"

He began to turn around at the sound of her voice and yelled "That's Leorio-sensei to you!" even before he faced her. But his eyebrows that were furrowed due to annoyance a second prior quickly turned to that of worry the instant he saw her situation and her face.

"Your eyes are red!" He'd seen a lot of times to know this was serious. "W-What the hell happened?"

Kurapika unconsciously turned around, only to find that the so-called 'President' was already gone. Her eyes were red? For how long? If that man saw it he didn't let the surprise show on his face.

Unless he already knew.

"Oi, will you please stop spacing out?"

She frowned even more before sighing deeply and pointing at a random branch to make her point. "Just please fix it, Leorio."

He shook his head. "So going to tell me where this wound came from?"

"I got cut by a branch, by accident."

"Oookay… will you tell me what else is bothering you?"

"No." She said immediately. "What makes you think something else is wrong, anyway?"

Leorio, being an old friend of hers ever since he was in High school, also knew very well that he would not change her mind. "I know that look."

"No you don't." She mumbled and she did not realize what she was doing until Leorio pointed it out.

"What the hell are you looking around everywhere suspiciously for?"

She stopped, glared, and then sighed. "Are you going to do your job or not?"

"You never learn do you?" He said before leaning down and carried her like a bride, her eyes widened immediately.

"What are you—"

Leorio ignored her and just did what he did best—be the charming and most handsome doctor the city had ever seen (not that other people agreed but he figured they were just shy). But then he felt something and his back shivered. He turned and saw no one, nor did he sense anything.

Leorio shrugged at the end. But, as he tuned out Kurapika's complaints (thankfully this position was her weakest, so she really couldn't fight him fairly)…, he thought of what felt like invisible daggers being thrown right at him.

…

It was customary that the boy fetch the girl from her home, perhaps give a light greeting to the parents, and the traditional promise to watch over their daughter. This had been a tradition for almost 200 years, and according to the books: it is also practiced in various cultures before the Great Fire. A certain Killua Zoldyck, even with his years-long streak of rebelliousness, fully intended to follow through that tradition.

He stared out the window of the rented limousine with a mix of nervousness, excitement, and that passiveness one tended to have when one just stared out the window. It suddenly occurred to him that this was actually a nice feeling—this passiveness—since in his past life he couldn't even relax. More often than not relaxing could mean wounds and wounds from an assassination mission is very much looked down upon in his family. He took pride in getting out of any situation with no more than a practically invisible scratch. Still, considering that the the car was something he acquired by the money in his old account, he really didn't complain.

As he watched the fleeting images that they passed he mused at the fact that he had no idea where her house was and could now only watch the driver find the address Bisuke gave him. Gon only said she was living somewhere in the Fujiwara district, the commoners' area (which quite surprised him). He wondered what it was like in there.

Eventually, the car stopped and the majority of what he could see was gray concrete contrasted with green plants that was far less than he was used to. A lot of people walking on the street stared at them. There weren't a lot of cars around, let alone something so grand. The door opened, he gingerly got out, and realized they were near a small gate of sorts. "This is the parking sir. Cars can't enter the community."

In any case, he sighed and ambled (or so he wanted it to seem) into the community in his full-fledged tux went inside the community of people wearing casual clothing. Of course he would be stared at. He was used to this, but it was never because of what he wore before. He put his hand in his inside pocket to take out the paper with Gon's address, partially to distract himself. He mentally stamped it on his brain again and looked for the addresses.

He looked at a random passer-by—an old man. He had been staring at him, and he now looked very startled at the fact that he was actually talking to him. Did he look that abnormal? "Hello sir." He politely said and the stranger looked puzzled, looked behind him, and then pointed at himself. Killua nodded. "Is there a Gon here?"

He didn't need to describe her. The old man's face brightened in recognition at the sound of her name, perhaps remembering that young and vibrant girl who greeted him every morning. A few other people stopped and stared. "I take it that…" He coughed. "…You all know her?"

They passively pointed at a house only a number of steps away. He followed their direction, and he realized they were right behind him as he pressed the doorbell.

He was nervous, and it was their fault. Or at least that was what he told himself.

In any case, he swore his vision was starting to darken. But when the door opened, and he caught a glimpse of her silhouette, and it quickly became the opposite.

She was wearing a dress the color of her eyes. It wasn't too ordained, as he would expect the dresses of other girls, but it was sophisticated and beautiful.

She looked perfect.

And he, along with her neighbours, looked absolutely flabbergasted.

…

Eventually (and fortunately) he and Gon's neighbors obtained expressions that were at least remotely closed to normal. He took her hand like a gentleman and led her out the gate. Everyone, meanwhile, shamelessly cheered.

"Have fun, Gon!"

"You look so beautiful!"

"An angel!"

"Bye Gon-neesan!"

Gon beamed although he was pretty sure with all the yells, the cheers, and the garble of sounds she wasn't really absorbing anything. She was beaming because of the energy they emitted (that's Gon, feel don't think), and she looked even more radiant and Killua still thought the universe was being unfair.

"Bye, everyone!" She said, waving her hand one last time before settling in the car. Then she opened the window and yelled her goodbyes as the car moved. So cute.

"What is it?"

He was staring? Oh man. "You're so popular." He said, and was pleased with his confident-looking smirk (kami knew he felt otherwise).

"And I have you all for myself."

.

Wait.

Did he just say that?

Killua suddenly felt like spontaneously combusting before almost apologizing for his rudeness. (He'd probably croak out anything he uttered). But then, he could see that faint blush in her cheek. "…thanks, Killua."

His eyes widened a little and uttered a weak and awkward 'Ah' and stared at her for a little while. He made her… happy, hadn't he?

The embarrassment was so worth it.

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END OF CHAPTER 10

Coming Soon:
CHAPTER 11: Festivities

REPLIES TO ANGELS

Tochiome-chan- ahahah glad you liked the fluff! xDD Here is the next chapter~! Hope you liiikee iiit~ and thank you for reviewing~!

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Guest [apr 21 2014]- You think so? It was a good action scene?! BANZAII. Haha. Glad the pacing was decent as well. And yep~ As you will see in this chap Kuroro will appear on the ball. No one will ask Kura tho since she's no longer a freshman. xD Thx for the review, btw!

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Kazumi Rin- (ch1) I mentioned here why she did what she did. Gon in canon do show some burst of selfishness after all, and I though I'd write her that way too. ;) And yay! Super glad you still find the chapter amazing. *hugs* (ch9)LOL it's fine~ I don't mind. xD Thank you for the reviews~

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