"What do you think the boss has planned for us?" Hisoka was looking out into the night and at the skyscrapers below.
Jun shrugged, "I don't know. Yorknew is huge, so."
"Mhm." He sat up and observed her, still unnerved by her display of rage yesterday.
Jun frowned slightly as she didn't understand why he'd been so distant since they left the Arena yesterday. She opted to keep quiet and turned her eyes towards the cityscape.
"So," Hisoka started, darkening the tone of the conversation. "You don't remember anything, just like I thought."
"What are you talking about?"
Hisoka leaned on the table, "What happened after you and Shinji spoke?"
"I went back to sleep." Jun knew it to be true, but her delivery wasn't confident.
"No, you two fought," he took a sip of his drink, "it was quite scary, actually."
Jun picked at her nails, "Elaborate."
"You were like a beast." Hisoka's voice was low and it's usual hint of mischievousness was gone. "I've never seen you that angry… or strong. I think you made good on your threat to paralyze him."
Jun's eyes widened and she covered her mouth, her eyes fixed dead ahead. Her rigid position made her look more like a doll than a human; Hisoka was watching her in the reflection of the window. Usually, he'd be wanting to be on the other side of an opponent that strong, but the miserable and violent anger her aura exuded turned him off completely. He wanted to understand.
After a few minutes passed, Jun spoke. "It's an ability."
"I figured." Hisoka swirled his drink. "The conditions must be something."
Jun shook her head, "They aren't… I came up with it when I was a kid. For the power, the tradeoff is control; I can't control when I go into it and I can't stop it."
"Then break your vows." Hisoka caught her gaze in the reflection. He'd already picked up her habit of leaving the details out. "It didn't activate in your match."
"You're too smart, y'know that?"
Hisoka smirked, "But you don't sound too heartbroken about killing your brother."
"I'm more upset that I forgot about that ability. I hadn't come in contact with the people I planned to use it on in forever so..."
Hisoka nodded, "You're irresponsible."
"Because I forgot?" Jun swiveled to face him.
Hisoka chuckled at her facial expression, "That and you almost left your license in the room."
"You shouldn't rush people."
"We would've missed the flight, had it not been for me."
Jun rolled her eyes, "You got us lost in the terminal. So much for being a Hunter."
"That's true. What would I do without you?" He chimed.
"Never find your way."
After they'd finally touched down in Yorknew, Hisoka and Jun traveled in a surreal silence to the meet up location. Jun was still wondering about their conversation from earlier; his guess about the conditions and vows on her ability were spot on, but she wouldn't tell him too much about it. She still wasn't all too sure about him. Hisoka on the other hand, was slightly ticked off at her quietude about the situation. He knew he wasn't normal by any means, but going berserk and killing a family member isn't something he'd just gloss over.
The two entered the building to find the rest of the Troupe assembling, with Phinks chiding Pakunoda playfully for being late. His attention turned to Hisoka and Jun when they came in, as they were the last of all the members to arrive.
"They're not coming..." Feitan hissed, "the sun's about to rise."
"Damn it, Hisoka," Uvogin cursed, "when I see him, I'll rip him apart."
"Oh, that sounds troublesome." Hisoka mused. "Why does Jun get a pass? Is she too much to handle, Uvo?"
Jun walked past Hisoka and into the main area, sitting on an empty slab. She was anxious to find out what Chrollo's plan was and didn't care to listen to the members bicker.
"You bastard," Uvogin grumbled.
Shalnark stood with one arm akimbo. "You guys are really late."
"I thought you both weren't gonna come." Machi said to Hisoka.
"If I didn't, I wouldn't be able to see your Nen Stitches again." Hisoka smiled.
"Well, we're here." Jun replied, looking towards Chrollo. The trace of agitation that lied in her voice was easily picked up by Hisoka, who merely sat down next to her and folded his arms.
"So, what are we stealing this time?" Uvogin grinned.
Chrollo stood up, "We're taking the treasures of the Underground Auction."
Jun and Chrollo's eyes met, both in a union of understanding; this was her chance.
"Old books?" Machi offered. "The boss likes those."
"No, probably games." Feitan said.
Nobunaga lifted a hand, "Wouldn't it make more sense to take the gems and precious metals?"
"Everything," Chrollo said. "We're taking everything that's up for auction."
Jun raised an eyebrow, he sure was ambitious.
"For real?" Uvogin asked. "The underground auction's run by gangs from all around the world. We steal from them, we're making enemies out of all of 'em."
Chrollo's eyes widened a bit, "Are you afraid, Uvo?"
"I'm excited!" Uvogin replied, an ear-to-ear grin on his face. "Give us the order, boss! Right now!"
"I give you permission to kill them all." He said. "Anyone that gets in our way."
A bit excessive, Jun thought, we're thieves not murderers.
As soon as the thought formed, Jun felt a pang of crippling hypocrisy wash over her; she'd committed murder many times before and didn't ever consciously think to stop. Nowadays, Jun wasn't even sure of her own identity; itd been based off of location, then family and finally the Troupe. But both sides of her were constantly at war, the nameless kid from Meteor City and the newly-named kid raised in wealth. As the fight raged on, she was even more lost than before.
Her runaway train of thoughts were interrupted by Uvogin's roar of excitement and she forced a small grin.
"You're not loud enough, Uvo." Jun remarked.
Hisoka chuckled, "He did give me a headache."
Uvogin was too concerned and enthralled with the bloodshed that was to be had to pay attention to either member. Chrollo smirked at his fellow spider's enthusiasm and caught Jun's gaze again, this time nodding as if to confirm her suspicion. Jun nodded back and was unaware of Hisoka's onlooking; now he was all too curious about what they were in on.
Chrollo ordered a few of the members to head to the auction and Jun tagged along. Although she wasn't one of the members told to go, the boss let her accompany them as apart of their inside agreement. Hisoka was unaware of it but noted when Jun took off with them.
When the party arrived at the underground auction, Feitan and Franklin took a stagehand route to the stage. Jun thought the former looked particularly amusing in the tuxedo but Franklin even more so; it wasn't often she saw him dressed to the nines.
As the two members now stood at the podium, Franklin looming behind the smaller member, Feitan began to speak.
"Welcome everyone," his words gaining the attention of the audience. "I'll forego the formalities."
Franklin lifted up his hands and his fingertips detached, aiming them towards the audience. Feitan covered his ears.
Do they have to take so long, Jun wondered, leaning up against the wall. A slight frown formed on Jun's face, as she didn't find the mob boss she'd been looking for.
"Time to die!" Franklin fired countless bullets from his fingers and people began to drop like flies.
Suddenly, the door to the room Jun stood in opened and two people ran in; a guy and a woman with pink hair. Jun didn't move, figuring Shizuku would take care of it and her assumption was right. The young girl hit the man over the head with the vacuum cleaner and did the same to the lady. An amused laugh came from Jun's mouth and garnered Shizuku's attention.
"What's so funny?"
Jun covered her mouth in an effort to contain her laughter, "It's always so funny to see! A vacuum cleaner… who'd know chores were so killer?"
"Eh…, your jokes are still bad, Jun." Shizuku responded, a disbelieving look on her face. "Come on, Franklin's done."
Still laughing, Jun walked with the girl out of the room to see a lake of blood, bodies and broken chairs in the middle of the room. The smell of the blood annoyed Jun the most; it was a nasty metallic smell. It reminded her of the swear jar that her father kept in the kitchen, almost filled to the brim with coins.
"I didn't get to do a thing," Feitan said.
Franklin's fingertips were now securely attached to his fingers, "Your turn, Shizuku."
"Uh-huh, let's go Blinky." Shizuku said, powering up the vacuum cleaner.
Jun stared as she vacuumed up most of the floor, except for the person who was still somehow alive.
"Who are you?" He asked, staring at the three of them. "Doesn't matter," he spat, "the community will kill all of you. Your family… torture you. Cut you up! You'll see he—"
"Shut up!" Jun dashed forward, slicing his neck off. The body fell backwards behind her, but she was busy studying a nail she'd broken. "This didn't used to happen..."
Feitan walked over to examine her index finger's broken nail, "I told you to slice horizontally and make sure your fingers were lined up."
"But I did and they were!" Jun said, breaking off the rest of the nail.
"Clearly they weren't if your nail broke," Feitan remarked.
Shizuku vacuumed up the corpse and turned the object off. "Good job, Blinky."
"Well, let's go get that treasure, huh?" Jun said, walking off towards the hallway.
"I wonder what's there," Shizuku said.
Jun shrugged, "Same ol', same ol'."
About 10 minutes later, the Troupe members left empty handed and were now floating away in a hot air balloon, and were now joined by Uvogin, Machi, Shalnark and Nobunaga. Jun didn't like the crowded feeling of the carriage and opted to sit on the edge of balloon, earning the attention of Shalnark.
"You'll fall that way," he said.
Jun pretended to fall backwards, laughing at his frightened expression, "I'll be fine."
"Both of you, be quiet," Machi said, "Uvo's on the phone."
Both Shalnark and Jun stuck their tongues out at the girl and laughed silently at each others actions.
"It was all gone," Uvogin said.
"There was nothing there?" Chrollo asked.
Uvogin shook his head, "The vault was empty. According to the auctioneer, the only one who knew about the situation, the items were relocated a few hours ago. Like they expected this to happen."
"Hm." Chrollo responded.
"The timing's too perfect. We've got a Judas among us."
"You're saying there's a traitor among us?" Nobunaga asked.
Everyone's eyes swiveled over to him, the thought was troubling.
"I don't think there's a traitor… besides, I don't consider Judas to be one. It's said, Judas sold Jesus out for 30 pieces of silver. How much would a traitor ask from the Mafia?" Chrollo asked. "Give it some thought. What would the traitor gain by selling us out to the Mafia? Fame? Status? Money? Who would that gratify among us?"
Uvogin sighed, "Nobody's like that."
"Exactly. Something else also doesn't add up. If there was an informant… the mafia's response was too timid. If they'd known beforehand, they would've increased their security. The guests were ignorant; they came unarmed."
"That's true," Uvogin replied.
"I think someone gave a tip that wasn't too specific, but someone in the top of the Mafia believed it."
"It doesn't make sense how information's traveling," Uvogin griped, "...whatever. So what do we do?"
"Did you ask the auctioneer where the merchandise was moved?"
"Yeah, but he kept saying he didn't know where until he died." Uvogin shrugged, "Feitan tortured him. He wasn't lying."
Feitan looked ahead, "He was the unluckiest of all."
"Did you get the names of anyone who might know?"
"'Course I did. The Ten Dons, the highest of the Mafia, are here in one place only for the auction. They issue orders through a special group, the Shadow Beasts. It consists of each Don's best fighters."
Chrollo chuckled, "Now, I see… since the Shadow Beasts weren't guarding the auction, the Mafia didn't know we were coming."
"That makes sense."
"Then how they'd move the merchandise?"
"I heard a Shadow Beast turned up there. A guy with sunglasses, calls himself Owl." Uvogin said.
"He must have a power similar to Shizuku's."
"We can take them on, eh?"
"Put on a show. That'll draw them out."
Uvogin laughed excitedly, "I can't wait!"
Jun slipped off the edge of the carriage into the standing area; she was now in between Nobunaga and Feitan. Uvogin had hung up the phone and wore a gleeful smile on his face.
"What's going on?" She asked.
Uvogin grinned, "It's time to have some fun."