Memories to Come
(A/n: I'm back with a new chapter! Anyway, someone pointed out that in the first chapter I mixed up tenses and the reason for that is because I was trying out the present tense first. But I realized soon after that it didn't work well with me so I went back with the past tense and it looks like I forgot to go back and fix the first part. Whoops.
I didn't realize chapter 10 was funny. But I love that that you guys thought so.
Edit: I changed Ama's name when she signed up for the Heaven's Arena because I forgot that she tends to fake her name a lot. Sorry for any inconvenience.)
Alright, sorry for the wait.
The show is starting.
+|Chapter 11: Ratings of Heaven's Arena: Two Stars|+
"So cold… Brr! IT'S FREEZING!" Zen was wrapped in four blankets while Ama was casually dressed in shorts and a t-shirt. He glared accusingly at her, "Why is it so cold!?"
She glared back, "Maybe, if you would have kept the house clean including the kitchen, no bugs could have gotten inside the house! Like the one yes-ter-day."
"Phsss! It's just a spider, get over it."
"It's not just a spider!" Ama shrieked, "Don't ya see their little beady eyes that stares into yer soul saying 'You look delicious'!? Or the way their legs move as they skitter across the room like a mad scientist spinning in a chair? ("What does that have to do with anything?") Or the fact that spider webs make ya think that there's a spider on ya? ("Isn't hair the same way?") Or when they're in the house and ya can't find them!?"
"It's just a spider." Zen was utterly confused why she was so worked up. Then it clicked, "Ama, when was the last time you fully went all out."
"Hah?" Ama rubbed her head in irritation, "About three days before you kicked me out of the house. Why? What of it?"
Zen sweat dropped at his blunder, "So that means you went about half a month without…" He sighed and stood up, "Let's have a dual. Bring your sword."
Sighing, she followed. As they entered the training room, they both took their place on the opposite side of the room.
"Alright, so for the first part it will be only weapons and hand to hand training. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Master." Ama pulled her sword back while her other hand was outstretched before her. For a minute no one moved. Suddenly, she darted forward, knowing full well that they could stand there all day and her master still wouldn't moved. How does she know? Well, they had a lovey staring contest for a day.
He ducked under the swipe and strikes his palm against her chest, forcing her to crash into wall. She quickly recovered and jumped aiming a roundhouse kick at him in which he stopped. Her sword soon followed. He ducked, swiped her foot from under her and chopped her from behind. Planting her hands to the ground, she twisted her body and kicked him off the ground. Before he could recover, she darted forward, bringing her sword down to finish the dual.
Zen quickly whipped out a scarf and stopped the sword from cutting his head open.
Ama frowned, "You're not being fair, Master. Using shu to block my attack."
"I think I have a reason to since you were trying to split my head in half!" He eyed at the sword, only inches away from his face. Geez, this is making him cross-eyed.
"It was my intention." They both jumped away. Focusing her nen in her free hand, she made a sword out of ice, "Since Master is using nen, I will also use nen, on a minimum of course."
"Cheeky brat."
"I beg to differ."
They exchanged furious blows, faster than the normal eyes can see. Suddenly, Ama found herself paralyzed. She sucked her teeth in displeasure.
"Tch, you win again, Master."
"If you would have pay attention to first few blows you could've kept yourself from being paralyzed." Zen pressed a few points on her neck and back before she could stretch her muscles.
"I'll get myself clean up." Ama shook her head like a dog and proceeded to step out of the room, but stopped, "Oh, and about those magazines…"
Zen paled.
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"You monster…!" Zen wept as his beloved magazines was used as fuel for the fire.
"Pathetic Master." Ama grumbled as she ripped a couple more.
"I should've kept you paralyzed." He sulked.
"And I would've murdered you." She set a bowl down in front of him, "Here's your breakfast."
Zen glared at the food, "You expect me to eat food made by the death of my beloved magazines?"
"You're not going to eat it?" But it was more of a statement as she reach over and grabbed the bowl but he quick snatched it out of her hands.
"I never said that."
Ama sighed in slight irritation. Maybe it was better to go with Gon and the others. At least it didn't give her a huge migraine as this pathetic excuse of a master. She munched on her food as she burned the rest of the magazines in a pot, covering it with a lid.
"So, how was the Hunter Exam?" Zen asked before stuffing his face in.
Ama held a pair of chopsticks in her mouth before pulling it away, "So-so, I guess."
"Hm."
She sighed, "I made some friends."
"That's nice."
"Un. Leorio Paladiknight, 19, I think, but he looks much older. He is aiming to be a doctor. Kurapika, 16, is going to get revenge for his clan."
"Revenge does nothing. It's a foolish thing to do. The boy is too young." He frowned as he ate some pickled cabbaged, "I don't like him."
"You don't like anyone who aims for pointless things." She stood and pulled out some pastries and set them aside to cool, "Killua Zoldyck, 12, ran away from home because he wants nothing to do with his fate as the heir."
"A Zoldyck, huh…" Zen mused, "Nasty little pests they are. It's not good to get involved with one but this kid seems okay. Ran away from home… Reminds me of a certain kid from seven years ago."
"Last but not least, Gon Freecss, 12—"
Zen spat out his drink and sputter, "C-can you repeat that?"
"Gon Freecss." Ama tilted her head, slightly puzzled.
"Freecss…" He shook his head, "Ahem, continue."
"Gon Freecss, 12, searching for his father because he wants to know what was so important that causes his father to choose his profession over him."
"Why do you sound like a computer giving me information?" He shook his head, amused.
"Is there something wrong with way I give information?" She tilted her head once again.
"Very." Zen shivered, "You sound just like a robot!"
"They're good people…" She sipped her tea.
"Hn." Zen picked his teeth with a toothpick, "Well, you better get going."
She set down her cup, "Where am I off to next?"
"Heaven's Arena. Just to train there for a bit and from then on, where you go is your choice."
Ama frowned, "You're not making any easier."
"Blame your blasted ghost of a father." Zen grumbled.
"How troublesome." She sighed, "You said 'them.'"
"Huh?"
"When you told me to go find my father, you said 'them.'" She gathered the empty plate and began to wash them.
"I meant to say, 'he' as in your father. You've realized that he most likely is dead, right?"
"He's not dead."
"Oi, oi, we're not discussing about this matter again." Zen grumbled, "From what you told me, he disappeared over seven years ago. So it's most likely that he's dead. You have to give up."
"He's not dead." She insisted.
"… If that's what you think, then go ahead." Zen opened up the newspaper and pretended to read, "But finding your father is first priority."
"…" The clanging of dishes against dishes was only heard, as the atmosphere became tenser, "Is there a reason?" She asked after a couple of minutes.
"You'll know everything."
"How vague…" She dried off her hands and turned around to face him, "And what if I don't want to know?"
"You don't have a choice." Zen stood up and walked out of the kitchen, "It's for your own good." And for everyone…
Ama rubbed her head in irritation and walked to her room to prepare her things. Man, she hates traveling.
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"What a hassle…" She muttered for the nth time as she filled out the forms.
"Phantom-sama, you're #913. They'll call your number on the first floor of the arena, so make sure you remember it. Then please go ahead!" The lady piped.
Ama gave her a small bow and went on her way.
It's really noisy… She looked around the huge room and sat down waiting to be called on, I hate this.
「#789 and #913 to ring C, please!」
The tall man momentary got over his shock at her weak presence before grinned down at her. He has black hair that sticks up almost like a mohawk but it curves upward in a weird way. He had the type of smile that looks displeasing in every angle.
"Woah! She appeared out of nowhere!"
"You're going to die, kid!" One of the audiences shouted.
"What can a little girl do? Hah!"
"Be gentle on her! Girls are fragile!" A man laughed.
"Go home and play house! This ain't a place for kids little you!"
"I'm going to kill you." #789 declared, Ama said nothing but merely stared with her default expression.
A referee stood between the two, stating the rules to them, "On the first floor, we appraise each participant's level. You are allowed three minutes to demonstrate your powers. Then... begin!"
He slowly advanced to her, punching his palm to look threatening, "I'm going to beat you into a pulp and then I'm going to throw you—"
A foot interrupted his monologue and he flew out of the ring and crashed into the wall, promptly knocked out.
The phantom landed softly on her feet, "You talk too much."
Silence overtook the audiences before murmurs erupted between groups.
"K.O man."
"Just who is she?"
"I didn't even see her!"
The referee quickly got over his surprise and called out to her, "#913."
"Yes?"
"Go up to the 100th floor."
"No need, I'll take the 50th floor." Ama said.
"Are you sure?"
"Absolutely."
A piece of paper came out of the machine, he ripped it off and gave it to her.
She thanked him and went her way.
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Ama drank her fanta that she brought from the money she got as she stepped outside for some air. Inside was huge, noisy, crowded and she didn't like it one bit. Out of the corner of her eye she caught something very amusing.
"Is this far! And I'm being generous." A boy tapped the ground with a stick.
The other boy fumed.
While walking back to the second boy, the second boy pointed to the ground where a line and faces were drawn, "Then where are you?"
"Me?" The first boy looked at the floor and picked a place a little closer to a bald face, "Well, probably around here." A wide smirk lit up on his face.
"Oh, Hanzo is stronger?"
The boy fumed at the other boy's words "What is it?"
"How about Ama?"
He blinked, "What about her?"
"How strong do you think she is?"
"Hmm…" He picked a spot next to him, "About right here."
"Is that so? But I think I'm stronger than you in terms of ability." A finger pointed above Hanzo, "About right here. And I'm being modest."
Killua nodded, "Oh, I see." He erased the previous face and drew another one above Hanzo.
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Killua and Gon froze and looked to the side at the expressionless, weak presence, cerulean-haired girl. Then back to the drawing and back at her.
"UWAAA!"
She looked at them questionably as they scrambled backwards in fright.
"A-Ama!" Gon's expression was a mix between startle and happiness.
"Don't sneak up on us like that!" Killua punched her head, "You nearly gave us a heart attack!"
"So, I see you guys are fine." She looked them over, "And it's seem you guys went through a lot."
"Yeah, we did!" Gon grinned and told her of their adventures to Kukuroo Mountain and their promised meeting with Kurapika and Leorio in Yorknew City.
"Oh, I see." She nodded, "September 1st. We have quite some time before we go. So, what are you guys going to do?"
Killua answered for the two, "We're going to Heaven's Arena to train and earn money!"
"What a coincidence, I just went there."
"What is it like?" Gon asked.
"Too noisy. Too crowded. Lots of sweaty men. Lots of manly looking women. Two stars." She answered vaguely.
The two boys sweat dropped.
A moment later Gon stared at the building in awe.
"It's big, huh?" Ama walked through the doors, "Sorry, but I have to go. I only requested a twenty minute break anyway."
"Hey, Ama!" The ex-assassin called out to her, "What floor are you on?"
She blinked before letting out a tiny smirk, "The 70th floor. Hurry up and catch up to me. If you can that is." And with the elevator doors closed behind her, leaving behind one determined boy and one fuming boy.
"Gon…" Killua had a burning flame in his eyes, "We're going to reach the top!"
"Yes!" Gon agreed, That was my goal from the beginning, but… He shrugged and grinned. He's going to get stronger and at least managed to land a punch on Hisoka. Soon a fire burned in Gon's eyes as well.
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A lone figure stood by the phone, twirling the cord on his finger as he waited for the other end to pick up. He was just about to hang up when, finally, the other line picked up.
"What do you want?" A young and silvery voice asked with a hint of irritation.
"Rude!" Zen yelled into the phone, offended, "Did I ruined your beauty sleep or something?"
"Get to the point."
He sighed, "She's going to search for her father."
"It's too soon, just what were you thinking?" The voice now sounded like it was angry. But with him it was kind of hard to tell.
"No, it's not. When do you think you're going to tell her? In nine years? On your deathbed? Never? Face it, kid, you have to tell her soon." He ignored the fact that the owner of the voice was only a few years younger than him. Who cares anyway!
There was a stretch of silence before the voice spoke again in it's usual monotone voice, "I know. I'll tell her when she finds me. I was planning to, just not this soon."
Zen grumbled under his breath before replying, "She's not going to give up on the boy, either."
"It's because you kept insisting that he's dead."
"Because it's true. He's a lost cause."
"Don't speak as if he's dead because he's not. You haven't even met him."
He chuckled, "Like father, like daughter. The both of you."
"Shut up." The voice groaned, probably from the lack of sleep, "Do we really need to talk about this when I just woke up?"
"Nope." The line was cut after that. Zen glared at the phone, "That little…!" Setting the phone down, he walked to his room, shaking his head, "Like father, like daughter."
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Somewhere far from where Zen was, was an attractive man who seems to be in his mid-twenties. But in reality, he was thirty-two years old.
He stuffed his head back on his pillow and flipped his phone closed. He pulled the blankets closer encasing himself into a cocoon once again as he tried to go back to sleep but failed. Damn the old geezer. He, too, ignored the fact that Zen was only a couple of years older than him. Does it matter? No. His cerulean hair stood up in all sorts of direction and his icy blue eyes fluttered open as he sighed. It never crease to amaze him how wild his bedhead is, even though he hardly moved in his sleep.
Multiple memories flickered past his eyes as he sat up and looked at the time. 12:00, noon… Great… He glanced over at the sleeping pig on the floor with irritation.
Climbing out of bed, he intentionally stepped on the man's face as he walked past, waking up the unfortunate man up.
"Ga-mmph!"
"Wake up, Ging."
The spikey-haired raven sat up with a footprint on the side of his face, "Y-you…! A nice shake would've woken me up, thank you very much."
But as usual, the latter ignored him.
+|Omake(s)|+
-Frustration-
"It's just a spider." Zen was utterly confused why she was so worked up. Then it clicked, "Ama," He said somberly.
"What?" Came a growl.
"Are you…" He paused as his air of seriousness became stronger. Ama tensed as he opened his mouth expecting some bad news, "Are you sexually frustrated?"
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"Huh?" Ama's brain . exe has momentarily stopped working.
"It's fine if you're sexually frustrated! It's all part of the wonderful meaning of life! I mean you could—"
A dark aura that pierced through the air, "Masssterrr." Smoke wavered out of the demon's mouth. The temperature drop way below zero, "I'm going to butcher ya."
"E-eh?! W-wait, we can find ways to get rid of your frustration!"
"I'M NOT SEXULLY FRUTRATED, YA DUMBASS!"
-One Way to Kill a Spider-
Question: Ama, how do you kill a spider?
Ama: Oh, that's easy. *Pulls a tank out of nowhere*
-Fail-
Climbing out of bed, he intentionally brought his foot down to step on the man's face as he walked past, but unfortunately Ging rolled over in his sleep the last second. Miss stepping, he slipped and hit the back of his head on the bed frame. A string of curses flew out of his mouth as he rolled on the floor.
That was a fail.
Ging wore a troll mask and rose a 'v' for victory.
(A/n: Sorry. No, I'm not truly sorry because if I was, I wouldn't have done this. Pfft…! I really couldn't help it! xDDD Oh, did you get my reference: "Mad scientist spinning in a chair?"
Milkshakes to you.)