Vastorie Darkscryer

Gender: Male

Aliases: Pervert (By Daniel), Womaniser, The ladies man

Birthday: 12/11

Age: 52 years old

Eye Colour: Azure Blue eyes

Hair Colour: Black

Hair Style: Medium length and spiked back

Distinguishing Features: N/A

Height: 216 cm/ 7'1"

Weight: 47 kg

Body type: An average build.

Personality: Lustful, intelligent, passionate, stubborn, Secretive, manipulative

Nen: Specialist

Back story:

Vastorie has a bad track record. His abilities and strengths are what make him feared, and the butt of all jokes.

When Vastorie is out and about, if people draw his attention, he comes across as an annoyance. The longer people put up with him, the more they come to realise, his not at all what he seems to be.

He's gentle and caring to his closest of friends, and willing to help them in need.

He treats Daniel like a child, often pranking him. And when he gets caught in compromising situations in front of his son, he doesn't seem to mind or care.

He has two distinct abilities, one of which cannot be used while fighting. Sage's Archive is his front Nen ability which allows him the use of others abilities, however, not freely. His second ability is a much darker nature which only a select few know about due to its dangerous after effects.

In terms of ability, he could have been in the top five Nen users; however, due to productivity and secretively, he's push down to the top 100s.

Both abilities were not designed for fights. And can use only the basic and advanced forms of Nen besides Hatsu.

Personal Goals: Gain all knowledge contained in the world.

Bad Habits:

* Very sexually active.

* Doesn't tolerate bad behaviour

* Hypocrite

AngelFaux Thanks for the point outs. Also the fact that I had been writing this story for a year... exactly... a year... Jeez I had perfect timing for that chapter.

A/N: Updates will be slower starting from now on. And also what do you guys/girls think of Daniel's obnoxious father, Vastorie.


Vastorie smirked at the three men, each reacting in their own way. He could see it; Zeno knew that man's ploy the moment he was 'pissed off' at Silva. It was a game between the two of them.

No matter how pissed Vastorie got at Silva; in a worst case scenario he would put Silva through a wall, with dealing the least amount of damage. Silva was build like a brick house, opposed to Vastorie's lean physique. Then there was the issue of Silva being a Transmuter which happens to be the Enhancer's next door neighbour; whereas Vastorie was a Specialist which is on the opposite end of Enhancer.

Forty against eighty, would not be a wise choice.

Vastorie shifted his weight, appearing more flamboyant than he had anticipated. He watched Silva for any visible negative reactions; after all, he did say he was going to turn this into a 'three-way triple threat'.

Judging by the Silva's bristling of anger, he could make this work.

Vastorie shift his gaze towards the Phantom Troupe leader. Never once did he address the man, asking for his name "Leader. Boss... what exactly is your name?"

When the man failed to answer, Vastorie swayed his hips side to side, walking as slowly as he could. He really wanted to know the man's name, dedicating a book of vast information about the man. His talents where intriguing, representing the talents of a raw, untrained, talented young man.

He was up against two of the Zoldycks, the best of the best. And not once did he falter during their fight. Vastorie was just a third man, dealing more stun attacks than physical damage. It wasn't in his nature to harm a human being, without proper reasoning. But the man before him was a Phantom Troupe member, a leader of one of the most notorious thieves' gang. They were skilled at stealing and killing.

Whichever way he puts it; this was a fight to be recorded. If not for himself, for at least the younger generation; it's testament to what happens when you have raw, unnatural talent.

"Should I name you," Vastorie froze for a second; he could have sworn he heard someone say Danchou. But it sounded unlike any of the voices of the people currently in the room, maybe it was his ability syncing with someone's aura. Someone is calling out to the Phantom troupe leader or maybe... the leader is calling out to someone. "Boss of the Phantom Troupe then?"

"Chrollo Lucilfer..."

"Chrollo, huh...?" Vastorie smiled, stopping so he could tap to a beat echoing in his mind "Let's dance..." he held out his hands, slowly dropping them to his sides as he hummed a tune out loud.

Vastorie shifted his aura to extend around his body, while systematically increasing the aura contained around his hands and feet. He needed enough strength to put Silva through a brick wall, at least as both pay back, and way to make it look like a three-way fight.

He trusted Zeno enough to attack him, and he trusted his skills in dodging enough to come out of this unscathed, minus the serious damage Silva dealt earlier. Vastorie slid across the floor, using his aura to propel his movements as if he was on ice. And without warning, he began to sing; focusing more on saying the words rather than actually singing them "Stamp on the Ground!"

On specific lyrics, Vastorie focused his movements on replicating the lyrics he spoke-sung. He slammed his foot into the ground, kicking off the floor so he could propel his body towards the wall "Jump," with each repeat of the word, he jumped up the wall three more times before pushing his aura to its limits, kicking off the wall so he bounce off the walls constantly, forcing his aura into over use "Moving all around."

Vastorie forced himself to land in front of Silva, attacking him first. Once he landed, he slid in close to Silva, delivering a message as quietly as possible to the man "Flank Chrollo. Zeno and I will keep him busy, while I probe him for information."

During the whole time Vastorie had been speaking, he focused most of his aura into his hand. Vastorie delivered a strong, opened palm strike to Silva's chest, propelling the man outside the room.

If everything went according the man's plan, hopeful Silva wouldn't comeback in the room and immediately to pound him through the floor. Hopefully he would hide and come out to attack Chrollo's blind spot.

If not, he would be road kill; nothing but a mangled corpse on the ground, unabled to be identified. Seeing as Vastorie targeted Silva first, he wouldn't run it by the man to not bust back in the room and knock him out, permanently.

During the second repeat of the first chorus, Vastorie aimed for Chrollo next. There was no way he was going up against Zeno in close combat. Zeno's Dragon Lance is one of the most difficult skills to deal with up and personal. It's a short to long range skill, which given earlier was able to deal damage to Chrollo, even though it lightly tapped his side.

Regardless, what happens next, Vastorie had to make sure he was never caught in any of Zeno's attacks. He shifted his weight, kicking into the ground so he could get up and personal with Chrollo.

Vastorie held his ground against Chrollo, while trying to dodge any of Zeno's attacks. His body contorted like water, shifting and avoiding constantly, only attacking if he had a chance to counter.

He always fought to avoid and never to kill, even though he mentioned 'assassin' as one of his job traits. But if he did eventually get knocked out, even if he were to be captured, he had no ability to offer, at least to everyone's knowledge, besides himself.

Only he, Netero, and his husband currently knew about his real ability. The ability he's known ever since he was a child. After avoiding so many of Chrollo's attacks, he found the perfect moment to counter, and launch the man towards Zeno. Unfortunately for him, Silva stopped the fight "Father..."

Vastorie distanced himself from Chrollo, preparing to defend from two different sides. He was mentally preparing to fight the large Sasquatch.

"Hmm...?"

"It's Illumi."

Zeno sighed in relief as Vastorie was left in confusion. What exactly did Illumi's call have to do with this fight?

"Yes," Vastorie watched as Silva flicked a piece of rubble off his shoulder he missed earlier while Chrollo was dusting his clothes off, well at least what was remaining of his clothing "Illumi killed the Ten Dons. And he wants you to write the money to his account as agreed."

Vastorie burst into a fit of laughter, dropping to the floor like bag of cement "You both had to assassinate the targets your targets listed. Imagine if you killed Chrollo and Illumi killed the Ten Dons at the exact same time. NO ONE would have gotten payed."

"Heh... wouldn't have happen."

Vastorie stopped laughing as he squinted in disbelief at Zeno. What exactly, was the old man hiding up his sleeves?

Chrollo spoke rather calmly, as if constantly accessing the situation "Wait, aren't you supposed to kill me?"

"We were hired by the Ten Dons. Now that they're all dead, you are no longer our target."

Chrollo smiled after hearing that "Really...? That's surprising. You won't get another chance like this."

"Do you really believe we kill for pleasure?"

Vastorie raised a hand to object, smiling with both a guilty and mischievous expression "I would imagine Silva does."

Silva stayed quiet, ignoring the man completely while Zeno turned to look at Vastorie "We don't do this for fun. Unlike you, I refuse to work for nothing or die for nothing."

Vastorie let out a brief chuckle as he got up, expression never changing in the slightest "Surely you jest. I would never accept a job without having a contingency plan of some kind."

"Ditch us half way through a fight?" Silva spoke out loud, eyes refusing to look at the man.

Vastorie could help but smile at the man's plan. Maybe he isn't a beef-cake after all... He nodded at the man's plan "Exactly! Who better to cover my ass, then two of the most powerful assassins in the world? Plus, if I knew you were going to pull this stunt, I wouldn't have joined in the fight... I feel so used!" Even though he said it, he couldn't help but break into a smirk. After all, he was going to use the Zoldycks in a worst case scenario.

Chrollo's smile widened, liking this obnoxious, hidden man. Something about the man however seemed off, as if he was hiding a secret right under everyone's nose "Zeno, did you know that I hired Illumi to assassinate the Ten Dons?"

"Of course..." Zeno frowned. "But that's irrelevant. We simply do the job we're hired for."

"Say, can I ask you something? If you and I were to fight one-on-one, who would win?"

"Hmph," Zeno turned around, barely batting an eye at the Phantom Troupe Leader "Most likely, I would win. Unless, you decided to actually try and kill me... honestly," Zeno walked away from Vastorie and Chrollo "you're a cheeky kid."

Chrollo closed his eyes, looking down at the floor with a smile. He hadn't expected Zeno to see right through him. Now, Chrollo looked back up, focusing on Vastorie who for some reason had his back turned. As if the man had forgotten about him immediately after conversation.

"Hey, Zeno, call me later...?"

"For what reason...?"

"No reason... I do miss our youthful conversations."

"Hmph, you're still a child as always."

Vastorie smiled at the thought. He humoured the man's idea "Who says we need act our age? We both know someone who doesn't... and he is a lot older than us!"

"Hah," Zeno smiled at the reference "though you aren't as strong as he is."

"And like that, burned. It's good talking to you, although briefly..."

"Yeah, yeah..."

As Zeno closed the door behind him, Vastorie turned to look at Chrollo "I guess that leaves me and you..."

There was something plaguing Chrollo's mind, and he couldn't help but ask "You aren't a real assassin... are you?"

Vastorie crossed his arms, standing on the spot as he tapped his foot in irritation "Oh, and what makes you say that?"

"When you kicked me... you don't attack to kill."

Even though Vastorie's eyes narrowed dangerously on the man, he couldn't help but smile in his mind. Someone was way too smart for their age "Neither did you, except maybe when you cut Silva's arm with that knife."

"It should've paralysed him."

"Hmm..." Vastorie hummed out loud as he shifted his gaze towards the door Silva left through. "He is built like a tank..."

"Less than a milligram would have taken down a whale."

Vastorie mentally freaked out. LESS THAN...? Oh good grief if I got stabbed by that I would have gone down for the count "It's a good thing he isn't a whale..."

"What is your ability...?"

Vastorie sighed, preparing himself for the best, pessimistic expression he could whip out. He turned away, pressing his arm into his eyes as if he was about to cry "The ability to..." He sniffed hard, adding a depressive effect of the story. "Summon a world where I can freely push others into it. It's used to both train and use other's abilities to the best of my knowledge. So," he allowed a smile to crack along his face, widening as he pulled his arm away "your ability except less useful. Oh, and I also don't have to steal their ability it in order to use it. I merely... borrow the person's knowledge for either my own or the owner's gain."

Vastorie paused for a few seconds before casually blurting out one final comment "But usually it benefits me more than the original owner... except when it comes to using it in reality."

A shadow loomed over Chrollo, one arm wrapped around the man's neck. The figure seemed to be quiet large, possibly even taller than Silva and just as strong. That meant two things to Vastorie:
First, the person meant something important to Chrollo.
Second, was his queue to leave; he had to avoid becoming attuned to the ghost of the past. If he could visualize the ghost, that meant he couldn't ignore person. It would be like trying to ignore a giant pink elephant stomping around the room which he could only see.

Vastorie turned and walked away. He kept calm, ignoring the fact that Chrollo's eyes were watching his every move. Vastorie grabbed his jacket, slinging it over his shoulder as he moved towards one of the many doors littered throughout the room. As his hand pressed against the handle, Chrollo asked another question "What is your real ability?"

Vastorie's expression changed; anger almost seething in rage as his hand clutched the door handle "That is... it! It's the ability to train others... like the practice mode feature in games." Vastorie tilted his head slightly in Chrollo's direction "However, ask that question again... and you'll find out why dead people tell no tales... Danchou..."

"Really...? You'll want to fight me without pay?"

"No... I get no kicks out of fighting; with the intention to kill people."

Vastorie left without another word. He felt as though he may have given away too much at the time, letting the pink elephant slip out of the bag that time. But even with that, the closer he got to Chrollo, the more the shadowy figure looming over the man became visible.

During the whole fight, there was someone attracted to Chrollo's presence.

It was a ghost reaching out to the man, maybe it was a friend, a lover or even a close colleague. Whoever that ghost was, he meant something to Chrollo. And if Vastorie was to spend any more time with man, the presence would have come clear as day.

A ghost from the distant past, acting as though he'd had never died. Although the ghost may have felt ignored at the time, Vastorie's apparent reaction to ghost's presence would have triggered a long list of questions about what is happening.

Usually ghosts wouldn't know about their decease, but the few of them who know of their last few moments before passing would have different reactions. If they were to learn about Vastorie's ability, and the loophole; they could temporarily take over his body to speak to the living.

Though a request from the living to the dead could have a drastic effect... One even might say a world changer.

I dread to think of how much the world will change after this ghost's passing...

"~"

Daniel frowned at Leorio, unable to believe how close to the truth he was. Leorio was drinking alcohol, and stuffing his face with Cheetos. But, Leorio wasn't alone. Oh no, he was with Zephile as well, whom was doing the same thing as him. It was like they were having a mini competition. And Leorio was losing badly by the looks of it.

"Yeah, I'm getting into this!" Leorio laughed out loud, hand snaking around him for another drink. He found a bottle of wine, picking it up to pour Zephile another drink "How about another?"

Daniel couldn't help but ask Leorio a question "Before or after you drop dead drunk..." You're as red as a tomato. Maybe you have that gene or something... the one that makes you red in the face.

"Agreed..." Killua raised an arm haphazardly before crossing them. His eyes were still adjusting to idea that Leorio was drinking in the room "They were drinking while we were captured?"

Time seemed to slow down for Leorio, or maybe he was too drunk to acknowledge when the boys had in the room. Leorio finally acknowledged the boy's presence after hearing Killua speak, as if the three of them were using Zetsu the whole time "Oh, you're back?"

"And you're drunk..."

"Huh?"

Daniel rolled his eyes at Leorio "Oh, I thought we were pointing out things we already know... Turns out I was wrong..."

"HUH? Come and drink with us!"

Daniel blinked slowly at Leorio, unable to believe Leorio is deaf, dumb and blind while intoxicated.

Killua uncrossed his arms, resting them on his hips as he stared down on Leorio "Are you an idiot? We're underage! And aren't you underage too?"

Leorio looked at Killua, smiling in glee like he was about to prove a point "What's your point? In my country, you can drink once you're sixteen."

Killua sighed "I see..."

Daniel let a slight, brief laugh escape his lips "I don't know if drunken Leorio got the memo... but we're thirteen. That's three years under your country's drinking limit!"

"Huh?"

Killua held a hand to Daniel's face, stopping the boy from saying anything further "Wait til after his sobered up to say anything. He's probably too drunk to acknowledge anything we're saying."

Daniel nodded at Killua's every word, unable to add any more input to the conversation. If they were going to talk about what had transpired, they would have to wait til Leorio sobers up; whenever that would be.

"~"

Leorio sighed hours later after hearing what the boy's had to say "I had no idea that happened. I'm amazed you escaped alive." If the boys were to look Leorio in the eyes, they could tell he was mentally beating himself up.

Zephile nodded as well, unable to believe the situation the three had went through "The Phantom Troupe's that dangerous?"

Gon smiled at the older man, telling him something they had forgotten to mention "Back there, one of the tricks you taught us came in handy."

"Multiple..." Daniel corrected, while Gon happily complied "Oh yeah! Double Dipping and Side Stepping..." The boy bonked himself on the side of the head, a goofy smile spread from cheek to cheek.

Zephile was slightly taken back, coming to terms on how the boy's achieved their escape. He mulled the idea through his mind, while Gon explained how the three of them managed to achieve the escape through careful planning. After Killua pitched in explaining the parts Gon didn't quite understand, Zephile finally spoke "I get it. I'm glad I was able to help in some way."

Zephile smiled at the thought, speaking out loud as his eyes drifted towards the roof "Experience can sometimes blind you. A con artist's knowledge might come in handy against the Troupe."

Daniel turned to look at Leorio when the man injected "Yeah! There's more to being a con artist than you'd think. I haven't just been drinking myself senseless here..."

"Are you sure?!" Daniel injected with one eyebrow raised. "You were redder than Killua, when either Gon or myself embarrass him..."

Killua suddenly gagged on his drink "I- I don't get red." Killua hid his face from the others; a light rosy colour gracing the boy's cheeks.

"... Point proven!"

Even with the light blush, the boy somehow managed to make a sudden glare intimidating. It was a rare, yet somehow cute and dangerous look the boy mustered.

Leorio flick out his finger to the side, drawing the boys' attention back to the conversation "I've been learning a lot from Zephile. And tomorrow morning, we'll hit the auction. You guys are coming, right?"

Killua shared a look that somehow left Daniel out of the loop. But when Gon spoke, he remembered about the deal he almost forgotten out of fear "I'd like to, but I have to find Kurapika and learn about Nen from him."

"Kurapika? You got through to him?"

Gon nodded, staring at his drink as thoughts drifted. He spoke each work carefully "Yup, but we're waiting for him to call us back."

Leorio blinked once, then twice. He had to make sure he had heard Gon correctly "Hold on. Did you say you need to learn about Nen from him?"

"I did..."

Daniel interjected with a smile "Leorio you are the only friend, from the Hunter's Exam who didn't learn Nen."

"Wait, what about your sis-"

"Already knew about it..."

Leorio rubbed his head sheepishly. Being singled out wasn't on his to do list; he had to somehow redirect an already failing conversation "But... didn't Kurapika just learn about Nen recently himself, right?"

Gon tilted his head slightly, resembling a dog who had just heard a strange sound "But Kurapika managed to defeat a member of the Phantom Troupe."

Leorio was flabbergasted. He must have been hearing things. Did Kurapika know something the others didn't? Kurapika started training around the same time as the others, and here Kurapika knew more than the five of them combined "Seriously?"

Killua nodded in confirmation, barely batting an eye at the others. Out of everyone, Killua had taken it quite casually, and without single ounce of doubt "Yeah." The white-haired boy's eyes opened, looking directly into Leorio's eyes as he spoke "He must know some secret about Nen. Some strength that doesn't require experience or power..."

Daniel frowned slightly "Whatever it must be... it's seriously OP. Judging by what the Phantom Troupe members said, Uvo was their strongest... Maybe he's an Enhancer?"

Gon's phone started to ring, as if Kurapika knew the others were talking about him this very moment.

Gon closed his eyes for a second, then opened them to make sure he wasn't day dreaming. Somehow in the back of Gon's mind, he didn't believe Kurapika would call them back so fast "It's Kurapika?!"

"Speaking of the devil..." Daniel couldn't help but say at the mention of Kurapika's name. "Hello? Kurapika...?"

Even though Kurapika wasn't on loud speaker, he sounded way more quite than usual "You said you wanted to stop the Troupe, right? That won't be necessary now. The spider is dead..."

Gon couldn't believe his ears. He had to be dreaming now. Every single one of the spiders was dead, killed within a single night. Gon had to make sure; he had to make sure he wasn't day dreaming "Huh? What you mean? KURAPIKA?!"

With Gon's last request, all he heard was static; the sound of a phone line dying. He brought the phone down to his lap, defeated from what Kurapika had parted with.

Killua looked at Gon curious, wondering why the boy had such a defeated expression "What'd he say?"

"The Troupe's dead..."

"What?!" Leorio reacted in disbelief; followed by Killua who had been angry at the moment of the news' release "Seriously?!"

"He hung up. I had no way to find out anymore."

Daniel let out a sigh of relief. Hearing that the spiders were dead was a weight taken off his shoulders. Now Gon and Killua had no reason to go after them. The spiders were now nothing more, but a figment in their past. A memory that would soon be forgotten as the worst time of their life... But if they were dead, did that also mean Hisoka was dead as well?

Even though Gon was down in the dumps, he wasn't about to let this moment ruin his night. Without even thinking, he sent Kurapika a quick text.

Daniel raised an eyebrow in concern.

Gon rebutted Daniel concern with the biggest smile he could muster "I invited Kurapika out tomorrow."

"To do what exactly...? I didn't even know we had plans..."

"To lunch!" Gon stuck his tongue out at Daniel, even though the boy had no reason to do so "We having lunch tomorrow with him. He didn't sound like he should be left alone... at least that's what I think."

Killua frowned for a moment, only to smile immediately after "Sounds great!"