A/N: I swear it took me forever to get an idea of how Aleta's nen abilities would work. The whole point of her is to not be over powered, I like her weak to be honest. If you've seen Avatar, no not the James Cameron one, then this should all be clear to you. If not, I'll try to make things as clear as possible.

Not Strong Enough

Chapter 14

It took fifteen opponents, but Aleta made it to the hundreds. Now would have been a good time to go shower. She was sweaty, and her rather proficient body hair had grown to its max. Along the way, mindful of the time since she had a match, Aleta stopped to grab a random assortment of products for herself. The money she made already was enough for a small shopping trip. Food would come after she won her first hundreds match.

Feeling spoiled, she allowed herself a thirty minute shower. Legs and the rest of her free from any hair, Aleta felt great. The cool covers of the bed felt amazing on her steamy skin. It was no wonder Hisoka walked around naked all the time, it felt royal.

Though she couldn't focus on that right now. She had to work on that letter. She'd keep it preserved with a nen seal, then hand it to Gon in about three months time. With the money she earned, she'd save up and only spend on food, water, and whatever she needed. Wing and Zushi were wonderful, but she couldn't be with them forever.

There was already a piece of paper and a pen inside the main desk by the large window. Taking them out, Aleta began to write.

Dear Kite…

Well, I shouldn't say dear since you don't even know me. But if you're reading this that means Gon has successfully completed Greed Island and found his way to you. Though by accident since he was originally heading for Ging. As you read this, please don't let Gon or Killua know what it says. They can't know, this information is for you and a limited number of others.

You're planning to go to NGL right? Well stop. Contact Chairman Netero, and tell him to get Morel and Knov. The new species that washed up is that of a Chimera Ant. They will discover people, eat them, and eventually gain nen abilities. I managed to ward away a hunter who was going to go originally. He was going to be tortured, eaten, and eventually another would gain his nen power.

You would be killed as well.

If you don't heed this letter, Netero will die. Countless others will die.

Extinguish this threat before it can grow further. There will also be a special drug on NGL. The labs must be destroyed. I know you're a conjurer, so hopefully you'll get a destructive enough weapon to trash the lab facility. Oh, and when you go to NGL, remember to not wear anything made with newer materials.

Aleta

P.S. Tell Killua not to worry about his family's wish granting secret.

The envelope was covered in markings after Aleta sealed it. That settled, the envelope was placed in her duffle bag until the day came to give it up.

The next day, a blonde head poked over its covers as the sun peeked over the horizon. The noise that often associated itself with active televisions stirred Aleta to waking up and looking over. It was her next match, set to take place at 10:00am today. A digital clock on the end table read 6:30am. Another thirty minutes passed as the girl got ready. With three hours left to spare, she combined ten training with exercise.

The crowd roared when she stepped in the square arena. She was to fight an older man. He was bald, but had enough graying facial hair to make up for it. His plain tank top and jogging pants gave no indication of his style either.

"Sodo! Sodo! Sodo!" the audience cheered. He must have been popular.

"Begin!"

Sodo made no move to attack, just stood with his hands behind his back. Aleta became cautious, circling him. He followed in response, his steps slow, and deliberate. The blonde closed the gap in a split second, ready to punch him in the throat. His hand flew to block. The attack was followed up by a kick, which he also blocked. Effortlessly he pushed her away, sending her airborne before landing neatly two yards away.

Trying a bit harder this time, Aleta dashed and unleashed a series of punches and kicks. Sodo blocked, and avoided all of them.

If she were to win, Aleta had to keep her mind clear. Sodo was either trying to wear her out, or rile her up. She told Wing she wouldn't advance far, but going easy on everyone was proving to be a hassle.

"Going easy on me I see." Sodo spoke for the first time. "I only go all out if my opponent goes all out. Show me your strength. Or are is all that bulk meant to intimidate the big boys from messing with you."

"Fine." Aleta hissed.

The announcer had to slow down the footage several times due to the two combatants turning into blurs. The referee had skilled eyes and managed to point out each hit when it was landed. In the end, Aleta won with a TKO.

Sodo coughed up a small bit of blood as he smiled and laughed. "Now that's what I'm talking about little lady. Hope we can battle again another day."

Aleta looked back and down with a shrug, then disappeared to collect her money and await her next match. She'd take things slowly. Slow enough to build up cash, and not exceed the one hundred and ninety nine levels.

The days passed and Aleta could feel herself getting stronger. After the first month, she decided to try water divination by herself. The leaf moved around atop the water filled glass.

A manipulator.

How surprising to be in the same category as Illumi.

Thinking back to the Hunter exam, something had happened. Perhaps that was some awkward form of divination itself since the ground, according to Gon, moved about. There was a high possibility that her nen ability had something to do with moving an object. Now to figure out how to manifest it.

Aleta did a handstand as she thought of every manipulator she could remember.

Each of them had an object of affection of some sort. If not, there was a certain form of contact to be made in order to activate their power. The only object Aleta really bothered over was her duffle bag, everything else relied on her fists.

Maybe she had to gain some sort of contact in order to manipulate. Pushing from her position, Aleta tumbled backwards and landed spread eagle on the king sized bed. The blood rushing from her head made her a bit dizzy.

Right, so maybe she needed a live guinea pig of sorts and a non living one. The arena was too risky, but she didn't want any poor sap in her room. It was evening time and her match for the day was finished, leaving her a whole night to do as she pleased. Noroco was nice for walking around, but she'd run through it so many times it was like being in a second home. A trip through wouldn't hurt. It was hot out, more than usual, so an ice cream cone to help her focus would probably do some good.

As she walked through the street light illuminated streets, enjoying the last bits of creamy vanilla on her tongue, Aleta spotted a little mouse, scuttling into an alley way. A mouse was living enough. Dirty, but living. There was a convenience store nearby, so she purchased a cheap, empty jar along with a stick of cheese.

Using a piece of iron torn from a gate, holes were poked in the lid. The alley was next to a small restaurant. She made to make sure to avoid eating there because no doubt it was probably infested.

Spotting the same small mouse, she snatched it up and placed it in the jar.

Back in her private room, she popped a small bit of cheese into the jar and closed the lid once more. The mouse scurried in circles. It was like a human, in an obscure way. You snatch it up from its family and home, it panics until it gives itself a heart attack or succumbs to its capturer.

It wasn't as smart as a human, but that was to be expected.

Aleta watched on in silence. Still thinking of what her ability would stem from. Based off the other manipulators, she felt a closer connection to Shalnark, the Spider. His personality was so close to her own. In terms of entertainment rather. The mindless killing was a trait she'd never pick up on. There was also Baise and Squala. Both used things in a more intimate sense. Squala controlled dogs, and cared for them. Baise made out with everyone.

"Little cherry."

She ended up giggling like mad at the thought of kissing Hisoka and making him a love slave. Then again he'd probably end up reversing it back to her.

The mouse had stopped running and was now sniffing the cheese. It was kind of cute.

"But you're just a dumb mouse aren't you. You don't know any better, right?"

It didn't respond.

"I don't want to kill you, but you're sort of my hostage until I figure out just what the hell I'm doing. I'm gonna call you… well, Mousy sucks. You'll be Death Ripper. Death Ripper my little white demon mouse."

Death Ripper ate the cheese.

Curious, Aleta opened the lid and poked Death Ripper, emitting a bit of her aura through her finger.

The mouse, through instinct, tried to run. Though it was obvious her nen did nothing. That's right. Conditions. If it were able to understand her, she could create conditions to which her hatsu could act on. The more risky, the better the outcome.

Lid shut tight, Death Ripper had been left to his own devices again. There were still other things to manipulate, but people were so tantalizing. Thinking back once more to the exam, the dirt had shifted because she was scared, and focused aura to a certain part of her. Could that be applied to other things?

But what good was moving things around at random?

Aside from a rather humorous situation of tripping her enemy, Aleta couldn't do much with the ground.

Though when working with an untrained animal, it was a bit complicated in terms of communication. Too bad she didn't have Geass powers. All the needed was eye contact and someone to listen. That was right… the Geass could only be used once per person. No- she wouldn't do it.

In this world the powerful just came back over and over. Unless they were meant to die. Having a onetime only power would only really work for someone like Kurapika. And even then he used his chains twice on Ubogin.

10:00pm

It was getting late, and Death Ripper just went to sleep. The thought still remained open for something fiction related. The glass of water had evaporated slowly. Water. Water bending.

Now that was something that had risks. All forms did. And she just so happened to be studying a martial art. There, it made sense. Though, each form of bending seemed to have its own martial art. And each art had its own conditions through positions and movements. Based off her current discipline, she was at the same status as an earth bender. Suddenly excited, Aleta slapped on her shoes and bolted out the door and to the outside again.

The air was still humid when Aleta made it out. The convenience store worker was surprised to see her again, but this time she bought two more larger jars before bolting back to her room.

Death Ripper paid her no mind as she happily skipped in circles and sang about her jar of dirt and the other of rocks.

She may not get everything down tonight, but she'd work well on it until the next day was done.