Disclaimer: I do not own Hunter X Hunter! If I do, I'd make Kuroro and Kurapika a real couple!
Warning: I turned Kurapika into a girl here because I don't want my parents catching me writing yaoi. Sorry! Don't Kill ME! And expect wrong spellings and grammars since I did not properly edit this! Thanks!
Story:They were forced to start from the very beginning. How will the events from the past seven years affect their feelings for each other? What are they going to do to make everything go back to the way it was? KuroXKura. FemKura. Non-Yaoi. Forced Trials Sequel.
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Chapter 14
The Search for Kairo Part 4: Aamir and Kuroro
The weather in Morei City is particularly nice. It's not so hot and the temperature's just right. The day is perfect for a nice swim in the beach where Kurapika and Kuroro are standing on. However, they did not come for that reason. Not far away from the beach, Bethel Island can be seen and at the middle on it, the mansion where Kurapika lived for almost a year stood, still looking majestic and strong as always. The blonde narrowed her eyes and noted the changes around the beach. The port is still there and so are the yachts that they use to transport themselves towards the island. Kuroro remembered that he first met Kairo Bethel in this very beach, when he tried to get to the island by himself.
Sensing how reluctant Kurapika looked, Kuroro opted to take her hand to reassure her, like what he would always do when she's in doubt. The Kuruta was really grateful that he's by her side right now. If it weren't for him, this search would be more difficult than it already is. The two walked towards the port and got on one yacht that is ready to depart. Fortunately, they are still in good conditions. Kurapika wondered who had been taking good care of the boats and kept them running smoothly.
The yacht sailed fluidly against the gentle waves and the blonde felt refreshed as the wind caressed her skin. It has been a while since she last visited a beach and felt its salty sea air. It somehow made her feel a little homesick, knowing that every day in the past seven years, she would walk around the beach, barefooted, bathing under the warn heat of the sun. It was a surprise that she didn't get tanned even just a bit. Maybe next time, she should take the twins out to a beach resort.
Kuroro had also been enjoying the cool air as he stood not far away from the blonde. He wondered what they would see in Bethel Manor and hoped that this will be the last destination. He's practically tired right now, with all the relevance of the events to his past. It awakened an unknown feeling inside his chest, but he could make it out a little bit. It seems like it's the feeling of... longing?
The man slightly chuckled at how pathetic it sounds.
The yacht finally arrived on the port located in Bethel island and the two passengers disembarked, thanking the one steering the boat as they headed towards the mansion. Kurapika is now totally feeling nostalgic as she took more steps towards the entrance doors of the mansion. Arriving in front of the doors, the blonde felt reluctant in pushing it open.
Heh. How cowardly can she get? This is another fragment in her past and she almost wanted to run away from it. How feeble.
Taking in a deep breath, Kurapika took one step forward and pushed one side of the double doors open while Kuroro pushed the other. The two opened it complete and light immediately entered the whole room, illuminating all the furnishings that were covered with the same white cloth. They looked around, taking it the sight and the stale scent of the place. Some fixtures were a little dusty while others were covered with small cobwebs, all indications pointing that nobody had been here for the past seven years.
The turned their attention at the grand stairs at the middle of the mansion that lead to the second floor. Then, the Kuruta noticed that the grand piano she played when she came here doesn't have white cloth over it. She turned on her heels and approached it slowly while Kuroro watched her do so. The blonde touched the keys and pressed one. The instrument still sounded melodious but soulful.
"It has been a while." Kurapika whispered and smiled gently, her eyes fixed on the piano. They were almost burning scarlet as if saying how happy the Kuruta is in coming ac in here. It's like how she felt when Kuroro brought her back to Rukuso, where they carved their name in the Unification tree.
"Kurapika." Kuroro called out and the blonde looked over to where he was standing. The man is still, as if listening to something. "Did you hear that?" he asked.
Kurapika also stood still to heighten her hearing abilities and sure enough, she heard something sort of melody. It was like an instrument being played. A flute.
"It's from the second floor." She concluded and almost immediately, the two walked briskly towards the grand stairs, listening to where the instrument may be from. They followed the sound and ended up in front of Kairo Bethel's old private study room. Of course, that's where the sound should come from.
Kuroro took the liberty of opening it for the Kuruta, knowing that she's still not sure. But now is not the time to be sure. They've come a long way now and they promised they will find him no matter what. If ever Kairo really is here, everything will be up to Kurapika.
The doors clicked open and the flute stopped playing. Kurapika, thinking that the person must have sensed their presence and is trying to escape from them, quickly pushed the double door to open them completely. But, when her eyes landed on the single figure standing in front of a large portrait of a beautiful woman, her breathing almost stopped. Kuroro was also standing still, his obsidian eyes also fixed on the man holding a flute, smiling care freely at them.
No one uttered the first word. They were just looking at each other, observing the things that changed around them. He's still the same, only aged a little. His blond hair has become a little duller but his blue eyes held the same glint in them, and Kurapika knew that everything is real and not an illusion. She took a step forward unconsciously, gulping and imaginary lump in her throat.
"U-uncle." The Kuruta whispered, her voice trembling a little.
The man put his flute down on a nearby table and smiled lightly at her. "Well, long time no see, my dear." He beamed at her childishly.
"Long time-?" The blonde cut off her sentence and she clenched her fists hard, biting her lower lip angrily. Then, she strolled towards him, preparing herself for a round of sharp tongue lashing. "You sent us on a while goose chase for you, leaving stupid clues lying around. What on earth were you thinking? Making us go through a hallucinating forest, making us drink wines, and sending one of your men to kill me? Honestly, you did not change! In fact, your childish schemes have worsened over the years. You must stop it or I'll make you." The Kuruta spat out at him, her voice filled with annoyance, anger, and a bit of gladness.
For a moment, Kairo stood in front of her, his eyes widening slightly in shock while he listened to her. Then, he broke into a little smile and laughed. He suddenly wrapped his arms around the girl, and Kurapika stiffened a little before relaxing to his embrace.
"I missed you too." He laughed and the blonde did not feel uncomfortable in his touch.
In fact, she wanted to cry really hard. She missed her uncle's fatherly touch. Pulling back, Kairo grinned at the woman in front of him.
"My, look how much you've grown." He said with clear pride. "You've become a real Kuruta now. You look just like your mother."
"Uncle..." she trailed off and tightened her hug around him. Kurapika realized that she had forgiven him already. There's no more hate and anger. All is in the past now. What matters now is how their future will be.
Not far from them, Kuroro watched intently with a light smile on his face. Now that they've found Kairo, they can go back with him now, back to Gushiken Manor. The twins must be getting very impatient now. Kairo turned his attention to Kuroro and he gestured for him to come closer. Relenting, the man walked towards the embracing Kurutas. Kairo let go of Kurapika and then fished out something from his pocket. He gave Kuroro some sort of coin and the man took it from him.
"I believe you know what that symbol represents." Kairo said, his voice suddenly becoming serious.
Kuroro looked down on the coin and flipped it over to see what's really engraved on it. Suddenly, his eyes widened and he abruptly looked up to look at Kairo. Kurapika also looked at the coin and saw that a crest, similar to Kuroro's cross tattoo, is engraved on it.
"Where did you get this?" Kuroro asked sternly as if determined to know the answer.
"A man gave it to me about three years ago." Kairo replied. "A man that goes by the name Aamir."
Kurapika swore she saw how Kuroro's hand curled into a tight fist and suddenly relaxed. The coin was still on his hand and the blonde is getting confused on what's happening.
"Where is he now?" the raven-haired man asked once again but Kairo frowned a little.
"He's dead. He was killed because of old age, Kuroro." Kairo looked a little sad but then smiled gently at him. "You were the one in his mind before he died. He wondered what you're doing now, where you are, how you are living-."
"STOP!" Kuroro suddenly shouted furiously taking Kurapika aback. She had never seen him react that way. What exactly is happening?
"Kurapika, my dear, if you don't mind, can you leave the two of us? We need to talk in private?" Kairo requested.
Noting the sudden change in the atmosphere, the Kuruta nodded and walked out of the room, closing the doors, but not before casting Kuroro's back a tentative glance. She then decided to go and walk around the beach for a while until the two are finished. It seems like they're going to discuss a very sensitive topic that has something to do with Kuroro and a man named Aamir.
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When Kurapika completely left the room, Kairo turned his attention back to Kuroro, looking at him with a very serious expression. In return, Kuroro also stared back at him, as if challenging the man.
"Just what are you trying to accomplish, Kairo?" he asked venomously.
"The truth, Kuroro." The raven-haired man was then confused with his response. "I'm doing this because you need to know what really happened 27 years ago."
"I know what happened 27 years ago. I don't need you to tell me."
"You still act childish sometimes, Kuroro. You tell others not to run away from their past when you yourself cannot face yours."
"I'm done with it. There's nothing-."
"Yes, there is." Kairo cut off. "That mark in your forehead and the sign etched on the coin symbolizes your High One heritage." He said with a frown. "And I trust hat you know what High Ones are."
Kuroro did not speak nor did he move. Yes, he knew what the High Ones are. They are a unique breed of people with talents and abilities greater than normal humans. They can live up to 300 years and their blood are said to prolong the life of even those who're at their deathbed. Their appearance are similar to normal humans, but jet black hair is the most common hair colour for them. High Ones are very difficult to distinguish between ordinary humans.
However, there is a way to determine them. At the age of seven, a peculiar cross mark would appear on any part of their body. Only High Ones with that cross tattoo have the life-prolonging blood, but such mark appears only in pure-bred High Ones and not on half-breeds. It is a very rare case to see a half human and half High One with the cross tattoo, and a half-breed has the normal life span of a human.
Lucky are those High Ones who doesn't have the mark since they won't be hunted.
That's right. The High Ones are almost extinct in this world. Even finding a complete family is difficult. For thousands of years, many people have been hunting down the High Ones, hoping to get their blood and gain more years in their life. They were called the High Ones because of the fact that they were the very first discoverers of the concept of nen and utilized it.
That's what happened to Kuroro's mother, who was a pure-bred High One descendant. Her cross tattoo is on her shoulder and 27 years ago, his father sold her away to a mafia family with a daughter who's in her deathbed. After draining away her blood, they threw her body into the forest, where his father burned her body. Seems like the mafia family was not contented and the even demanded his father to also give him to them.
At that time, Kuroro had just turned seven and the cross tattoo is starting to take form on his forehead. His father, Aamir, a normal human, managed to convince the mafia family that he didn't inherit his mother's High One blood. He then took Kuroro to Ryuusegai and left him there to survive. After that, he had never seen his father anymore. He left him completely in that place. That's how Kuroro took a great dislike against the mafia community that lead him to cut off their ties with Ryuusegai City.
Frowning, Kairo decided to break the silence. "Aamir was protecting you, Kuroro."
Kuroro chuckled sarcastically. "That's nice to hear." He said, his voice tinted with anger.
"It's the truth. If Etana-."
"Don't include my mother in this, Kairo." The Spider head cut off, snapping at him. "She has nothing to do with this."
"Yes, there is." Kairo insisted. "And you will listen."
"What did Aamir say to you? That he regretted throwing me away? That he shouldn't have sold away my mother?" The man scoffed a little. "Pathetic."
"Your mother was the one who asked to be sold away." The blond said, nearly snapping at the stubborn man in front of him.
What he said absolutely stunned Kuroro. "W-What do you mean?"
"She asked Aamir to give in to the request of the mafia family of selling her to them. She did that to protect you." Kairo paused when he realized he got Kuroro's full attention. "When that tattoo..." he pointed at the mark on Kuroro's forehead. "... appeared, Etana knew that you'd be in danger. The mafia family demanding for her may even take you in and raise you, then slaughter you in the end for your blood. That is why she convinced your father to do what they asked so that they won't chase after you and then take you away from Padokia district, the place where you were born. It seems like Aamir had heard about Ryuusegai, where the people's identities are not recorded. He left you there and promised he would come back and tell you everything."
Kuroro remained unmoving as he looked Kairo right on his eyes. He's an expert in detecting lies in people's words, but he cannot find one in Kairo's. Everything he told him was the truth. The raven-haired man can't help but just clench his fists. He clutched the coin in his hand tightly.
"How would you know? You're not there 27 years ago."
"I met your father on one of my journeys and Aamir told me everything before he died. It seems like he sensed your presence in me that's why he trusted me instantly."
"Even if he trusted you, he could still lie to you."
"I can tell when a person lies or not, Kuroro." Kairo countered, his voice very serious and truthful. "I have lived with liars surrounding me when I was still the CEO of Bethel Companies. I know when a person is telling the truth or not."
Kuroro scoffed, not knowing what else to say. Kairo always had this effect on people. He can easily persuade people, like how he persuaded him to agree into becoming Kurapika's fiancé.
For a moment, Kairo looked at him, until he explained one more thing to the man. "He asked me to give the coin to you. It was Etana's most valued last possession."
When Kuroro still did not speak, Kairo sighed. "Do you want to know where I buried him?"
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It was Kurapika's 30th time walking back and forth the beach and she's getting a little impatient now. How long will their conversation take anyway? With a sigh, she decided to walk back to the mansion. But before she could even reach the doors, Kuroro was already walking out, his hands shoved inside his pockets. He felt somehow different. Like his aura became gloomy and soulful. They approached each other and Kurapika said the first words.
"Should we go now?" she asked but Kuroro shook his head. Actually the Kuruta is dying to know what they talked about and wanted to ask him first thing. However, she decided against it. The man will tell her if he wants to.
"Will you come with me?" he asked and the Kuruta nodded, a little confused.
"Sure. But Uncle Kairo..."
"He'll go back to Gushiken Manor himself. Accompany me to Kirin Island for a while." He requested.
The two immediately boarded one of the yachts and headed towards the said island. Upon arriving, Kurapika realized that the Kurutan shield she and her uncle casted a long time ago is no longer effective. They entered the forest and walked towards the Kirin Mansion, where Kurapika once kept her clan's eyes. The Kuruta wondered what Kuroro would be doing in here.
They finally arrived at the mansion Kurapika followed the man to the backyard garden. She saw how much the place changed, with no one to take care of it. Most of the plants have grown big, especially the flowering ones. Vines were climbing the walls of the mansion and some twigs of the trees were scattered all around. But it still looked beautiful and more natural.
"What are we doing here?" she asked.
Kuroro did not answer. Instead, he recalled Kairo's instruction for him.
Two stones with melted candles on them. There's a stone tablet with his name and some lavender flowers on it. I've recently put them there.
He looked around, and his eyes finally caught sight of two large stones sitting side by side with melted candles on their surfaces. He walked towards it and kneeled down, brushing away dried flowers below it to see the tablet clearly. Kurapika followed him and kneeled beside the man. When the tablet was cleared, the blonde realized what it was that they're looking at.
A grave.
Kuroro silently traced the named engraved on the epitaph, his hands trembling a little, Kurapika noticed. The blonde bit her lower lip as she observed the sudden changed in Kuroro's face. He was donning a gentle expression, and mush different one at that. She looked down to read the name on the epitaph.
Aamir Efraim
"So, Efraim is my real surname." Kuroro chuckled a little to himself. "Too bad. I'll always be Lucifer." The Kuruta's eyes widened when Kuroro said those words. He turned his attention to the blonde beside him. "I bet you're dying to know who my father is since that incident at the forest."
She visibly flushed. True, she wanted to know about that. "Is he..." Kurapika trailed off, hoping for Kuroro to fill in the rest for her.
"That's right." The man nodded and returned his gaze at the epitaph. "He's my father, Aamir. And my mother's name is Etana."
"Your mother has a beautiful name." She commented and Kuroro smiled.
"It means 'strong'." He then stopped stroking the name. "I wish she was here." The man whispered to himself, which Kurapika heard nonetheless.
This is the very first time he had seen him display such a weak side of him. So weak that he even called out someone, his mother, for comfort. Somehow, the blonde can feel his emotions. It was as if it his feelings were projected to her. She can sense sadness, happiness, annoyance, and relief.
"You've seen them before." Kuroro continued and the blonde suddenly held his hand that was resting on the stone tablet. He looked at her with a slight smile. "The painting in the book shop."
Kurapika gasped. "Th-They're your parents?"
"That's right." He nodded. "What did you think of them?"
The Kuruta can't help but smile. Kuroro is actually opening himself up, asking her questions about his family. For the first time, they're going to share their thoughts with each other in a while new different topic.
"Your father really looked like you. And your mom... she's very lovely."
"I wonder what they'd say if they find out their son became a criminal." He chuckled again.
"I think they'd tell you to follow what you desire."
Kuroro looked at her and saw the blonde looking affectionately at the epitaph. He can see how her eyes were bordering from blue to faint red. What is she thinking right now? He wanted to know. He hadn't shared his past to anyone before. Maybe because he thought it's all in the past and it doesn't matter. He saw that they were in the same situation. Kurapika is the last female pure-bred Kuruta alive while he is one of the few remaining High Ones with the cross symbol. She possesses the scarlet eyes, a unique trait that only Kurutas have while he has the life-prolonging blood of a High One, also a very rare and most sought after item. If he were a defenceless and ignorant man, he would have died by now, his blood drained out of his body. They both became strong with the help of the painful pasts.
Kuroro was not sure if what Kairo said was the whole truth, but one thing is for sure; he can now let his father rest in peace.
His last wish was to see you. But since he died before that even came true, you should at least visit his grave. Bring Kurapika with you. Aamir would surely be happy if you introduce your wife to him.
Kairo's words rang inside his head. He smiled and looked at Kurapika. "Dad, this is her. The woman I'm going to live with for the rest of my life."
For a while, the two stayed sitting in front of the epitaph, talking about certain things in life, something they haven't done for a while now ever since the whole Kairo chase fiasco started.
For the first time since the chase, he felt truly at peace.
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3 days later...
The twins, still in their pyjamas, slowly climbed upstairs early that morning, tiptoeing inside a certain room of their new family member, giggling uncontrollably all the way. They gently opened the door and peeked inside, making sure that the person is still asleep. When they saw him still in his slumber, Karin and Krisu continued tiptoeing inside, carefully watching their steps to prevent themselves from tripping accidentally.
They approached the bed and the two climb it carefully. Then, Krisu looked at his sister with a naughty grin plastered on his face.
"At the count of three." He whispered and Karin nodded.
"One"
"Two"
"Three!" they both shouted and jumped up and down the bed. "Grandpa Kairo, waaake uuup!"
Krisu threw himself at the sleeping form and pulled out the blanket. However, the kids were disappointed when they saw no Kairo on the bed.
"Ne, where is he?" Karin asked as she stopped jumping.
"I dunno." Her brother replied.
Suddenly, a two large hand grabbed Karin's and pinned them behind her back.
"Don't move or the pancakes will never get cooked." A 'threatening voice' whispered playfully at her ear.
Karin almost laughed out loud but decided to play along. "Krisu, help!" he called out and her brother immediately stood up and jumped up and down the foam, heading towards her sister.
"I'm coming!" he said in a superhero-like tone and threw himself at Karin's 'kidnapper'. "I got you Grandpa Kairo!" the boy shouted.
"Ahhh! You caught me!" Kairo released Karin and opened his arms to catch Krisu. Then, he lay down on the carpeted floor while hugging the boy. Karin immediately grabbed two pillows and tossed one to her brother, who instantly caught it and started hitting his grandpa.
The twins laughed along with Kairo, until the doors opened. They immediately stopped what they're doing when Kurapika stepped inside the room. She looked at her Uncle then to her twins.
She sighed. "You two go down and eat breakfast. Your father's there. You too, Uncle." She ordered and then walked back downstairs. When she was gone, Karin and Krisu looked at each other and their grandpa stood up.
"All right kids, let's go down now, shall we?" he suggested and followed his niece.
"Pillow fight?" Krisu asked and Karin rolled her eyes annoyingly.
"No." She replied and stood up, clutching her pillow to her chest.
"Oh." Krisu frowned. But suddenly, something soft hit his face, making him stumble down the floor. He looked up and saw his sister laughing and running out of the room. "Karin!" he shouted and also ran out, dragging a pillow with him.
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That afternoon, Kuroro and Kurapika had both decided to stay inside the former's study room to discuss about the possibility if the twins inheriting the High Ones' blood. The man told her everything that he and Kairo talked about two days ago and it worried the Kuruta. The twins are almost seven now and if the cross tattoo appears in any part of their body, they'd be in greater danger.
Surely there are people who know about the High Ones. She herself knows about them, but only a little. Actually, the blonde thought that they're just legends, until Kuroro told her about his heritage, which kind of shocked her a little.
The twins are currently playing by the garden with their Grandpa Kairo and are completely enjoying themselves. Her Uncle show knows his way around children. He even agreed about becoming Karin's nen teacher, since they both have the same type of nen.
"Maybe we shouldn't send the twins to school after all." Kuroro suggested, pulling the blond out of her thoughts. "We can just hire a private tutor for them here."
But Kurapika shook her head. "The twins don't like being cooped up in the same place for a long time. They'd get bored and trust me when I say that they'll become wild and uncontrollable."
"Was it that hard?" the man asked.
"Huh?"
"Raising them for the past seven years?"
"Oh." Kurapika paused and looked down for a while. She didn't really raise the twins. It was Nanny Rosa who did the work for her since she's barely home. "Not really. But they can be a handful sometimes."
"I see." He smiled at her and the blonde smiled back. "Now, I'll shift to another topic." He said and the Kuruta looked at him. "How are you going to tell your Uncle that we're not yet married?"
Kurapika stiffened a little. "Uh... maybe tomorrow?" her Uncle Kairo doesn't that they have been separated for seven years and were not yet officially married. She's pretty sure that he will give her an earful and then organize the wedding himself. The twins also don't' know that they're not yet married too. Actually, Kurapika doesn't know how to explain it carefully to them.
"Did I just hear it right?" a sudden voice erupted coming from the doors asked and the two looked at that certain direction. "You're not yet married?"
"Good afternoon, Kairo." Kuroro greeted casually.
"Uh, uncle where are the kids?" Kurapika asked, trying to divert the man's attention.
"They're practicing nen. Now," he walked inside and looked at Kuroro, who was smiling innocently, then back to Kurapika. "What. On. Earth? What have you two been doing in the past seven years that until now, you're still not married? Do Karin and Krisu know?" he asked.
"Nope." Kuroro replied before Kurapika could come up with an excuse. Trust the man to aggravate the situation. The blonde can't help but cast him a glare.
"No? And how do you plan to explain it to those two? Seriously." Kairo sighed as he rested his hands on his hips. "You're making babies even when not yet married? What do you two want to do? Become live in partners? This is a serious thing..." the man trailed off, forcing the couple to listen to his nearly endless tirade. When he was finished he looked at the two.
"Uncle, we're already on it. It's not a big deal."
"Not a big deal? Dear child, marriage is a big deal! It will tie the two of you together forever." He said seriously. "Now, when is the date? I don't see some preparations going on."
"Well, there have been some things going in within the company that will have to be taken care of." Kuroro explained as he remembered the anomaly going on in the financial department.
"I'll take care of that. For now, you two should be more worried with your wedding. It should be grand and unique. You'd look very beautiful in a blue wedding dress, my dear." Kairo grinned mischievously.
"I'd prefer it to be private, Uncle. Just family members and friends." Kurapika said and looked at Kuroro. "That's what we agreed on, right?"
Kuroro only shrugged. "We didn't make any definite plans. Anything's fine with me as long as we'll get married." He said and Kurapika almost groaned unbelievably.
"Now then, I'll leave you two in your discussion." Kairo said and started walking out of the room. "I'm going to take care of some things in the company for you two."
Kurapika and Kuroro looked at each other as the man left. Now that he's back, things will surely be livelier than they already are, both inside the manor and the company.
"You know, if really want to choke you right now." The blonde threatened and Kuroro only chuckled amusedly.
Suddenly, the man's phone rang and he took it out of his pocket to answer the call. It was Shalnark calling, maybe with the news about their mission. He pushed the answer button and tucked the phone to his ear.
"Shalnark." He acknowledged and waited for his Spider to answer.
"Danchou, we caught Hisoka." The young Spider said and Kuroro's face turned firm.
"Where are you now?" he asked.
"At NGL, Danchou."
"Make sure he doesn't escape. I'll be there by tomorrow." Kuroro ordered and then hang up. Kurapika gave him a tentative glance, clearly asking what the call was all about.
"Hisoka has been caught in NGL." He answered and the blonde's eye widened. Kuroro then dialled the number of his assistant to book him a flight to the Yorbian Continent.
"I'm going with you." Kurapika said and he nodded.
They just came home and another issue has come up. Looks like this is the most complicated Christmas they have ever experienced.
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Author's Note: Okay, the High Ones is actually the product of my wild imagination so if you have any questions, just ask me through a review. I got the High Ones concept from a creature called the 'Deep Ones'. Hahaha. Please Read and Review! I hope this chapter is okay. I'm a superstitious person and I don't like number 13 so I updated once again to have 14 chapters. :) Tee hee...
Next: With Kairo's return, the whole Bethel Industries are celebrating. Kurapika and Kuroro travel to NGL, mush to the twins' dismay. They do something unexpected that their parents don't know how they managed to do it. Well, they got a little help from a certain lovable grandpa.