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I don't own hunter x hunter that belongs to Togashi Yoshihiro. Considering I added a group I'm just going to borrow from sword art online. So I don't own that either Reki Kawahara does.

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Chapter 10: Ging X Ruins X Deal

SAO Ages: Angela, Sinon and Argo are 15. Silica is 13. Asuna and Lisbeth are 16. Klein is 23 and Agil is 25.

Genei Ryodan Ages: Chrollo is 23, Feitan and Kortopi are 25, Machi and Shalnark are 21, Nobunaga, Franklin, Bonolenov and Phinks are 27, Uvogin and Pakunoda are 26. Omokage is 29.

Ging is 29

In some random forest

Ging was pleased at the ruins he had found in this location. The place was falling to pieces. Just like every other ancient forgotten place where nature was one again reclaiming what had once been its. But it was restorable with time and careful hands. Some old valuables had been found along with old weapons and armour. There were of course traps and he was certain some doors would lead to interesting things if he could find a way to open them. He had drawn down the areas he had explored made a few markers for points of interest before contacting his restoration and archaeology friends. He planned to stay for a few months to make sure everything would run smoothly before finding his next adventure.

He marked down what he though was the armoury due to the mannequin displays. He was curious because all the armour on the mannequins still held Nen. His observations were interrupted by a sudden large presence of Nen before it dies away. Being the curious and irresponsible adult that he was he left his location to investigate what was a brief presence.

A few minutes later

Ging carefully approached the barely breathing body leaning against a tree. Out of all the things he had though may have causes the Nen a barely breathing person was not what he was expecting. Even less was the though at the person would be a young kid. He looked down at the more taking note of the number of relatively small injuries and the more grievous one on the kid's left side. His best guess was the kid was an emitter who had gotten into trouble and was hoping to get somewhere for medical attention. It was probably similar to the spell cards Drift, Accompany, Magnetic Force or Return. Except that the kid had landed in the middle of nowhere. The kid look up at him but her eyes are clearly unfocused before her head drops back down. Considering the kid's chest was still moving he guessed he would have to be the emergency medical person. Carefully picking up the kid he heads back to his camp.

Ging's camp in the middle of nowhere

Ging was almost done with the major injury on the left. Having cut away the girl's shirt, disinfected the area, and cleaned the inside of the wound of any foreign material before stitching it. Hopefully there would be no pus build up. As that would force him to reopen and drain the area. He cleaned the rest of her torso taking care of some scratches before bandaging the whole area. The next largest injury was the one on her leg. Sure there were numerous scratches on her arms but one should always take care of the larger ones first.

Sometime later

Having taken care of all other injuries and being surprised from the tattoo on the back of her right hand. He was seated on a chair facing the bed that the kid now dressed in one of his spare shirts and loose pants. On the small table beside him there were a few items he had found on her.

These items were some money, one gold coin with a spider web on one side and a 12-legged spider on the other, one gold coin with a cat on one side and a 12-legged spider on the other, one either made of silver or platinum coin with a cat on one side and a paw on the other, a tin containing some kind of salve, two broken cell phones and one necklace with a small medallion on it. The crest on the medallion belonged to Atraps. It was one of the smaller kingdoms south of the Federation of Ochima. That had doubled in size after one if its neighbours tried to wage a war on them. Their neighbour lost despite having a larger and better trained army at least according to reports.

The kid was a puzzle. Considering how old she looked probably early teens, it should be nearly impossible for her to be a real member of the Phantom troupe. The group had only formed and been gaining infamy for the past 7 years. The presence of the spider coin and tattoo did indicate that she was a member.

He supposed the kid could be a lot older than she looked. He had heard of a treasure hunter that was either in their late forties or early fifties that went around looking like a 12 year old. But he highly doubted this person was doing that. Maybe she had an older sibling that was the actual member and she was a tag along.

Under normal circumstances he should be alerting his blacklist hunter colleagues and have her shipped to a special holding facility before letting them sort everything out. The problems with that plan were:

Was she really a Genei Ryodan member? Some people had been found with 12-legged spider tattoos before all of them had been fakes. In fact trick tower currently had a conman with a 12-legged spider tattoo granted his didn't have a number in the middle.

If she was a member. Would they try to rescue her from imprisonment or would they break in to the prison just to kill her for getting caught? Either option was a possibility once they found out meaning a lot of dead people. It was possible that they would just leave her there but unlikely since she could give out their secrets.

Could she successfully break herself out? At least once she was physically able he was currently estimating that it would take at least 4 months for her to fully heal.

The crest on the medallion meant that she was a person of importance to the Atraps's royal family. He wasn't sure if this design indicated that she was a member of the royal family or just someone of vast importance to the royal family. So the Hunter Association would at least have to inform them of whom they had found with one of their medallions. If it was stolen they would probably have to hand her over to that kingdom. If it belonged to her for whatever the reason they may have to let her go to avoid political troubles.

He looks out at the sun setting before taking another look at the kid. Her injuries were quite serious. Hell her heart had stopped beating for a short while when he was fixing her. He would have to keep an eye on her tonight and he guesses at if she did pull though he wouldn't have to worry about leaving her alone to recover. He did have a ruin to explore and help get the restoration group set up.

11 days later

It had been 11 days since he had found the girl. His team had arrived a few days ago and someone with more medical knowledge had checked on her. He had considered giving the girl's care to a female member. But he had stopped himself as he didn't want to explain why he hadn't called anyone in regards to her tattoo. Sure it had caused some questions and problems for him but he did let a female member change her torso and leg bandages just not the ones on her arms and hands.

He had just finished feeding a weak broth to the kid. More like get a month full then manipulate her throat to swallow. As he was setting the bowl down he heard a groan behind him along with the question. "Why does being dead hurt so much?"

Deciding to be witty he replied. "Oh, maybe because you're not quite dead, came close for a while though." He had turned back around to watch the girl and make sure she didn't accidentally hurt herself some more.

Apparently the kid knew how to check on whether or not she should move or not. As he watched her toes move slightly before rotating her foot. Her fingers twitched before being clenched in a fist. She then moved her limbs a bit before trying to sit up. It was at that action he decided to stop her. "I wouldn't sit up without help if I were you. The damage to your side is rather severe."

Well the warning failed and he was now staring at a sitting up, slightly sweaty from the excursion and more than likely mumbling curses under her breath kid.

"Fine, ignore my warning." Thankfully it didn't seem like she had reinjured herself.

"Who are you? And where am I?" The girl blurts out once she got her breathing back under control.

"You know you should give your own name first before asking for someone's right? It is basic manners after all." Ging looked at the kid grinning before shrugging and answering her first question. " I'm Ging Freecss and I'm a hunter." He stops there to see if the kid gives any reaction which he didn't get. 'So is she not part of the Ryodan? I was expecting her to look surprised or try to run. After all I didn't say what type of Hunter I was.' He then answers the second question. "You're currently in my camp near an old ruin in the middle of nowhere and you have been unconscious for 11 days. So what's your name?" (I gave up on deciding which continent to put them on. The HxH world has so many Unnamed Continents and Unknown locations so :P.)

"Angela." Was the girl's reply, she was currently looking at her bandaged arms and hands. "Not going to ask about the tattoo? I mean most hunters should know that it stands for regardless of category. So why am I not in some form of prison?"

"I find it hard to believe that a child your age would belong to an infamous group that was first formed seven years ago. At best you're sixteen. Also there is a con artist with a twelve legged spider tattoo currently in prison. His is missing a number though." Ging points out his reasoning. "My guess is that most actual Ryodan members would be in their twenties at least. So are you the sibling of an actual member?"

"I'm fifteen. Not a child." Angela hissed. She was slightly amazed that he had successfully guessed the minimum age of most of the Ryodan. "Also I'm sure assassin families' start at a much younger age than that. Sure, they would be monitored by an older member but they would still start young."

"Assassins are trained from birth. Since most of the members are rumoured to be from Ryūseigai I doubt they would be trained the same way. So you're a younger sibling then." Ging interrupts whatever the kid wanted to say. "The fact that you didn't answer my previous question can be counted as a yes. I'm not about to jail a kid because of associations. Plus I'd hate to think of the security that would be needed to prevent anyone trying to get to you for any reason. What about this thing?" Ging dangles the medallion.

"Accidentally saved the oldest royal brat and got given it as a reward with an open invitation to visit the palace whenever I want. I think they also included that I could take whatever I want from the palace as long as it wasn't portraits and the chairs (cough thrones cough)." As she remembers the few feline statues she was borrowing indefinitely and without actual permission. She had visited since taking them and they still haven't asked for them back.

Ging seemed to have twitched slightly at the amount of freedom that kingdom was giving to her. Not that he could say anything considering he was the president of a country and most certainly not there at the moment or doing anything related to the position. Yes, he was on an undetermined by time vacation. He watches as the kid yawns and slides slightly down on the bed. "You're recovery time is expected to be over 4 months. I suppose I should let you rest. I'll see about getting you some soft food for when you wake up." The kid clearly wanted to protest over that. "You've only had broth so no. Soft food first and if it stays down I'll see about solids." Apparently Ging did have some parenting skills.

2 months later

Angela was currently twisting her torso around much to Ging's surprise and worry.

Sure he had seen the evidence that she was healing much faster than usual but still halving the estimated time was amazing. She had taken to bandaging her hands so that people would not notice the spider tattoo. Ging had promised to get her some gloves but when you're in the middle of nowhere getting them was slightly more difficult than just popping into a store and taking a pair.

Also for the past two months she had been a blessing with translation works. She had figured out from the pictures taken and the few well preserved but what most of the text meant. This also gave a clue as to what the culture of the place had been like along with whoever had owned the books sense of humour considering all the notes scribbled into the margins.

Restoration of the ruins was progressing steadily. There were still a few mysteries such as what was behind the door near the armoury. Along with what does the armour on the mannequins do? The team had given out multiple theories ranging from: room decoration to help augment the wearers' Nen ability to the mannequins will attack whoever succeeds in opening those doors and the last one was that it needed to be worn to open said doors. Fun thing was all of them could be true. It was a shame that the plaques under the mannequins' had either been rubbed out or faded due to time. The last two theories had caused the room to be placed on hold at least until they found some more clues. The hunters didn't want to cause collateral damage on the more normal restoration workers for their experimentation of theories. Angela's thought on that was if there was collateral damage tough luck on whoever was caught in it. She also had a habit of wandering around the place at odd hours of the day.

Another fortnight later

Well the hunters had figured out that the armour was to be worn and it had taken a few tests to find out. They did not seem to have any harmful effects. In fact the few people that had succeeded in taking one of the armours found out that while wearing them their control was more precise and less Nen was used. So the function as Nen augmenter had been proven.

The getting chosen and removing the armour had also been entertaining. A few of the new armour wearers were not amused some were. Let's start at the beginning. The armoury had six mannequins. It currently had one left but not one of the original six. Whoever had made the starting six armours had either a strange sense of humour, did this to prove they could or whomever they had been made for had angered the maker somehow.

Each of the armour set was a different colour: blood red, navy blue, forest green, bright yellow, white and gold and bright neon pink. Apparently each set of armour was made for a specific Nen category. The forest green armour now belonged to a specialist. Bright yellow went to a conjurer, white and gold to a transmuter, navy blue to an emitter, blood red went to a manipulator and the bright neon pink to a buff male enhancer much to his shock and horror. Said enhancer had tried to get other enhancers to try and take the armour. Unfortunately for him the armour refused to be removed by anyone else. This gave a great deal of amusement to the rest of the camp.

Anyways once the complete set of armour was removed the stage the mannequin was on would sink into the ground. A series of mechanisms could be heard activating and the wall directly behind would have a circular button the same colour as the armour. Also the explorers could only hope that all the mechanisms for the door were still functional otherwise they would need another method to get into the room. A few of the more impatient enhancers had already tried punching the door and had failed. They couldn't even put a scratch on it.

Once the last piece of the neon pink armour was removed the sound of something rising was heard. The floor near the door had open up and a new mannequin had risen from it. This one was pitch black with gold and silver patterns. (Think Skyrim nightingale armour with the edges in a gold and silver. I do like that armour set. :))

Anyways everyone in the room was at least trying to see if they could remove that set. The person chosen by the green armour was currently trying out his button. His first tried without the armour on failed. The second try with some of the armour on also failed. So he eventually wore the whole set and success. Realizing that his unfortunate friend would have to wear the complete pink armour he got a few others to go and get some cameras and recorders. You know for a memorable moment.

Back in camp

Angela was staring at the person who had taken a seat by the small round table. She had only left for a short walk and someone was already invading her space. Hers as Ging had moved to the tent next door after she had woken up. Letting her have this place. The young man was wearing what looked to be a blue beret with a brim, white long sleeved shirt, a blue waist band and black pants.

"Can I help you?" Angela had to ask.

"Isn't this Ging's tent?" The stranger asked back.

"He has the tent next door. And you are?" Well apparently he wasn't part of the restoration party as everyone already knew Ging had been moved.

"I'm Kite. Ging's student where is he?" Kite asked.

"He should be in those ruins somewhere. I would guess near the armoury as the others are running a few tests there." Angela points towards the ruins that were now surrounded in scaffolding. "So why are you looking for him?"

"I'm completing the last task he set me in order to graduate from him as his student." Kite turned and headed towards the ruins.

Angela sensing that something interesting might happen decides to follow.

Back to the armoury

Angela had only blinks but apparently Kite either hated Ging for some reason or found him extremely annoying. Ging was now sporting a fist sized bump on the back of his head. He seemed quite pleased despite being hit.

Angela had started to look at the various changes around the room since the entertainment of Ging being hit was over. They were now just talking though Ging still had a stupid grin on his face. Her attention kept going back to the new mannequin with the black armour. After looking around and noticing no one watch she just couldn't help herself. She swiped the whole set. Ging already knew she was a kleptomaniac considering all the things of his that went missing along with various bits and bobs around the camp once she was mobile. Unfortunately for her like all the other sets once it was removed the mannequin platform would make a loud noise as it sunk back into the floor and therefore drew everyone's attention to her.

Angela knew she could just act innocent especially since she was still holding the armour. Instead she just grins sheepishly as everyone in the room. Ging had all but teleported to her side before pushing her towards one of the two screens set up for people to change behind. He then dragged the unfortunate enhancer to get changed into his set.

A short while later

The doors to the vault slowly opened. A few people walked in shining torches at various items. Some items reflected the light back most seemed to be gold coins, gemstones, a few sculptures, decorative weapons and armour etc.

Angela had noticed that the wall had a trough with something in it. Taking some of the liquid and giving it a quick smell she grinned. Using a bit of Nen she created a small flame before setting the liquid alight. The effect was that all the other wall troughs and braziers lighting up giving a much better view of all the shiny and not so shiny valuables.

The archaeologist of the group went wild talking to each other about various items.

Angela had quickly tuned all that out she was disappointed that this was an archaeological project and not a simple tomb raid. She still pocketed a few of the smaller items just a couple of gold coins, jewellery and gems before leaving. She was much more interested into finding how much her new outfit could help her and what would be the limits.

Later that night

Ging walked into Angela's tent with a semi-serious face. "You said I could ask you for a favour."

Angela looked up from one of the still intact books. "As long as it is within my capabilities you can ask for anything. I mean you did help to save my life."

"I need to you take care of my son." Ging practically blurted out.

"Take care of him? As in you want him dead or take care as in keeping an eye on him."

"Just mean keeping an eye on him. Kite says he is naïve and lacks both common sense and self-preservation." Ging clarified.

"How long do you want me to keep an eye on him?"

"Just until he passes the Hunter's exam and has a decent control over his Nen." Ging was starting to look everywhere but at Angela.

Angela couldn't help but wonder. "How old is your son?"

"9"

Angela's eye just twitched slightly. By her calculation it would mean babysitting for at least 3 year more likely 4 should one include learning Nen.

"I can pay you 1 billion a year as well."

"Say I agree. How am I supposed to keep an eye on him? I doubt he lives in a well populated area."

Ging seemed to get a bright idea. "I could adopt you. My son, Gon lives with my cousin Mito on Whale Island." He sees that Angela has no idea where that is. "It's a small port for fishermen. It's literally shaped like a whale. Anyways I could give you a letter to give to Mito explaining that I had adopted you on a whim but my life style is proving too dangerous for a kid your age."

"One: Would she believe you? Two: If I agree I have conditions. Three: I don't exist."

Ging waved away the points. "Making you exist will be easier I'm a hunter. Mito thinks I'm a highly irresponsible person prone to making sudden choices without considering any ramifications. And what would be your conditions?"

Angela just had one thought about his carefree attitude. 'Abuse of power and I'm not surprised she thinks about like that.' "I'll give him at least 4 years. You will pay me in advance and I get authority to control the money given just to make some investments. I will contact my group from Ryūseigai they will need to know I'm alive. I promise it's not the Ryodan. Would it be possible for them to stay every now and again near me? I'd also need a bit of time to get use to this set before I go just so I don't accidentally cause him harm."

Ging looked to be thinking over the conditions. "I can agree to paying you now and letting you have financial control over it. I can arrange for a guest house to be built. How many people should it be for?"

"9."

"You can take two months to get use to your new outfit. According to Kite he's not in much danger beyond getting scratched by his new pet. So as all that can be sorted will it be a deal?"

"Deal."

Author note:

Next Chapter title: Dead? X Retaliation X Cracks

Next chapter should be out in a month or longer.

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