A/N: Early update! Big thank you to everyone who has been following so far.

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xxxx

Soft light illuminated the 40th floor of the Meridian Hotel, the golden rays filtering through each window to invade every darkened space and corner with its warm glow. Typically, those rays of sunshine would gently nudge slumbering forms into consciousness. However, in the case of room 4001, the two occupants already had their quills in hand, furiously etching their stories onto clean slates.

Slick bodies were pressed together, creamy skin desperately intertwined with caramel as soft moans and grunts sounded through the air. Hisoka had Gon's smaller body pinned down against their bed, one hand squeezing the teen's slender hips and the other holding his wrists hostage above his head. He exercised the utmost control as he rolled his hips, angling his cock to hit Gon's sweet spot again and again. Every thrust would illicit the most perfect cries of pleasure from those pouty lips. It was music to his ears, and he reveled in the knowledge that the melodious tune was a song for him and him alone.

Wandering eyes swept proudly over the collection of blemishes covering the small body beneath him. Hisoka admired every hickey and bruise he had marked the younger with, his need to possess Gon acting as a catalyst and driving his aggressive love making during their union. It had become apparent over the past few weeks that Gon enjoyed punishment, and Hisoka was all too happy to oblige. It was incredibly satisfying, how the teen's supple body welcomed his abuse. When Hisoka bit down into tender flesh, breaking skin and drawing blood or when he would pinch and twist those perfectly pink nipples, Gon would make the sexiest little whimpers as his body shivered in delight. When he'd slap that fat ass so hard it left a welt, Gon would groan while pushing his ass back into Hisoka's hand and wiggle his hips enticingly. As Hisoka ruthlessly pummeled his thick cock into that tight little hole, the teen would scream his name and beg him for more.

He used his Bungee Gum to take the place of his hold around Gon's wrists so he could flip the teen over onto his stomach. A pink tongue darted across his lips as he took a moment to appreciate the way the teen's back arched, pressing his toned chest into the mattress and presenting that ass alluringly into the air for him to ravage once again. Hisoka positioned his throbbing member at Gon's puckered entrance before roughly pushing in until he was fully buried inside that delicious warmth. He let out a guttural moan as he pulled out most of the way just to slam back in, his eyes mere slits as he felt Gon's walls suck him in deeper and deeper.

The teen moaned loudly while his body absorbed every punishing thrust, slamming his hips back to match the magician's wild pace. He felt sharp claws drag down his back, painfully splitting his skin open. Sticky beads of blood spilled from the wound, tickling Gon's heated flesh as they trickled down his body. The pain pushed Gon into a heady haze of euphoria, hazel eyes rolled back, and loud moans filled the room. Hisoka always knew exactly what to do to Gon to make the teen's body feel so damn good. The redheaded sex God was in complete control of his fruit's writhing body, with Gon eagerly along for the ride.

A hot and dexterous tongue pressed at the base of Gon's spine before gliding its way up to his neck, cleaning the spilt blood along the way. Teeth sank into Gon's shoulder, moist lips enveloping the wound and hungrily sucking and nipping at the spot. The teen felt dizzy, overwhelmed by sensation as everything the man was doing to him sank right to his core. That hot mouth on his neck, the relentless thrusts digging deeper into his body, and the heavenly, musky scent encasing the room worked together to put him into overdrive.

"P- Please Hisoka…" Gon panted, his body trembling with his approaching climax.

Hisoka smirked knowingly, feeling every shudder that rolled off Gon's hot little body while his warmth tightened wonderfully around his cock. If heaven existed, Hisoka was sure this would be it, his cock buried deeply inside silken walls as he ruined Gon over and over again. He pushed himself back up so he could quicken their pace while reaching around the teen's waist to stroke his cock. It was dripping with precum, and Hisoka could feel it pulsing within his grasp.

"I'm going to make you cum so fucking hard. Is that what you want?" Hisoka groaned between clenched teeth.

"God, yes! Mmm, yes make me cum!" When the magician's hand took hold of his cock, Gon saw white before releasing a deep moan and shuddering uncontrollably as his orgasm took hold of him. He felt warmth flood inside his body as his walls tightened, milking every last drop of semen from the man buried inside him.

Gon's boneless body slumped against the mattress, the aftershocks of his orgasm tingling pleasantly throughout his numbed muscles. He felt Hisoka's nen dissipate from his wrists, allowing him to bring his arms in as he rolled over to look at the exquisite man towering above him. Hisoka's eyes twinkled with a softness Gon was sure existed only for him. He smiled shyly in return, earning himself an indulgent chuckle and chaste kiss before the man moved to get off their bed. He watched as Hisoka walked to the closet and looked through a colorful array of clothing choices, seemingly indecisive as he continued his search.

"I like the white one with the black suits and the black and yellow belt" Gon offered, only kind of meaning it because honestly, he'd be much happier just watching Hisoka strut around naked.

Geez, when did I become such a pervert?

He must be rubbing off on me...

"Oh? Hmm, I'm not sure I know which one you mean. Why don't you come over here and show me?" There was a hint of mischief in Hisoka's tone but Gon did as he requested anyway.

As he departed the soft, plushy mattress and made his way to the closet, Gon raised his arms above his head in a long, satisfying stretch. He yawned as he perused the many ensembles Hisoka owned but his hand stopped midsearch when he felt Hisoka come in from behind him to nibble at his earlobe while wrapping his arms around his chest. A pointed finger swept down his midsection before ghosting over his flaccid dick, sending shivers down Gon's spine. Hisoka smiled into Gon's neck as he continued to tease the boy, rubbing his hands all over smooth and toned muscles before squeezing a handful of ass.

"I could take you right here and you'd be powerless to stop me" he whispered seductively against Gon's neck. He grabbed the teen by his waist and roughly pulled him back so he was flush against him.

Despite himself, Gon blushed when he felt the man's hard cock brush against his back. His mouth felt dry and his breathing slowed. He couldn't believe Hisoka was ready to go at it again. Then again, the man had proven to be completely insatiable so it shouldn't have been that surprising. When Hisoka's hand brushed over Gon's cock a second time the teen mewled loudly, instinctively pushing his hips forward into that teasing hand. His mind was made up, he was ready to go again too.

xxxx

The pair spent their entire morning tangled between the sheets before moving their erotic escapades to the bathtub and then once again over the kitchen counter. Hisoka had decided the night before that the schedule they were following wasn't bringing him enough joy and needed an overhaul. Besides, what was the point in running each morning when fucking could provide plenty of exercise?

We'll skip the gym too. I want my slutty little fruit all to myself today.

A lewd smile spread over Hisoka's face as he planned out their day. He'd have the teen against every surface and wall of the suite, fucking him until he was reduced to a pile of mush on the floor. At some point he wanted to discuss the message he received from Iori the previous night but that could wait until the evening. Afterall, they've both been working hard and deserved a little break from the monotony of everything.

Gon watched as Hisoka grabbed two mugs and placed them on the countertop they had just defiled a few minutes prior. He could smell the delectable, earthy scent of coffee wafting through the air as it brewed, the subtle churning sounds the coffee maker made was music to his ears. Eventually, he peeled his eyes away from those mugs so he could figure out where his pants landed. He walked around the counter and found them hanging off one of the barstools. He grimaced as he tried to pull them up, the slick sweat covering his body making the task annoyingly difficult. As Gon tried to work his pants back up to his hips, his stomach made an embarrassingly loud gurgle and he blushed as he put his hand over his abdomen.

Having heard the hungry gurgle, Hisoka opened the fridge just to realize he had forgotten to restock it. He frowned, less then pleased at the prospect of leaving the suite for any reason. He had enough ingredients to make cold sandwiches but doubted that would be enough to appease Gon's appetite.

"We could order room service from the café" Gon chirped, thinking the same thing as he peered around the fridge door.

"Unfortunately, the café does not offer room service as they are separate from the hotel. We could order in from the hotel's menu if you'd like." He didn't really care either way so long as his plans for the day remained the same.

"I looked at their menu and its all stuffy things that I can't pronounce." Gon paused, thinking of an alternative. "Maybe we could order from the café and I'll run down to get it and bring it back here!"

With a heavy sigh, Hisoka relented. He didn't want Gon leaving the room either, but his idea seemed to be the best option. "Make sure you order enough to cover dinner as well. We can keep it in the fridge and reheat it in the oven later. I don't want any other excuses to leave this hotel room for the rest of the day." Gon's eyes widened, and he immediately thought about his plans for the evening.

Tonight's the full moon.

How am I going to get out of this?

"Um, Hisoka? Don't we have to go to the gym and do everything else we normally do? What about the mission?"

"We're taking a break for the day. Aside from this one errand, you aren't leaving this room." Hisoka's tone held a finality to it that told Gon arguing would be pointless.

Shit… Now what should I do?

I'll have to find a way to sneak out later. Its not till midnight anyway, maybe he'll be asleep by then.

Wait a second. What are we going to do all day in here?

"So, what exactly are we going to do all day?" Gon didn't like the glint he saw in Hisoka's eyes in response to his question. It looked downright filthy.

"You'll find out soon enough. Now be a good boy and order our food." With that, Hisoka handed him his cell phone so he could call in their order.

With a quick glance toward the hotel's directory that was displayed on the fridge, Gon quickly dialed the number for Pain e Burro and ordered a ridiculous amount of food to ensure he'd have plenty to eat for the duration of the day. Once he hung up the phone he finished getting dressed and headed for the door. He looked back to where Hisoka was standing, eyeing his glorious and mostly exposed body save for the area covered by his boxers.

"They said it would be thirty minutes but I'm going to head down now in case they finish everything early."

He was met with a quirked eyebrow and a soft chuckle. "My, my aren't you eager? I doubt they'd have anything ready this early."

"But Hisoka, I'm so hungry! And sometimes Jonah gives me a snack when I stop by. I want my snack!"

Hisoka put his hand on his hip, a serious expression on his face. Gon thought he was going to refuse him, but he didn't. "Alright, hurry back."

"Yes!" Gon did a little fist pump and he cheered as he hurried out the door and made his way to the elevator. As he waited for the elevator, he studied the various artwork adorning the hallway walls, feeling oddly comfortable. He realized the hotel had become like a second home to him over these past few weeks and he would likely miss the place once the mission concluded.

[Ding]

The metal doors of the elevator finally opened, allowing him through. He pressed the button designated for the ground floor and quietly watched as the numbers on the screen above him counted down, stopping occasionally to collect additional passengers. When they finally reached the ground level Gon shot out of the crowded box and quickly made his way to the café where he found Jonah busily restocking the bar. He approached the man with a bright smile, wondering what kind of treat he'd have for him.

"Good morning! Er… I guess its afternoon now." Gon sheepishly rubbed the back of his head as he greeted the blond man.

"Ah, Gon! I suppose that unusually large order of food was for you?" He smiled kindly and pointed to one of the seats at the bar. "Take a seat, its going to be a little while yet. You want a snack while you wait?"

"Yes! I'm so hungry!" Gon rubbed his belly while he took the offered seat.

"I have just the thing for you. We have fresh loaves of Italian bread that our baker just took out of the oven and I think there's some sundried tomato and herb butter that you could spread on it."

Another gurgle could be heard from Gon's stomach and the teen was practically salivating as he eagerly shook his head. He watched as Jonah walked back to the kitchen and returned a few minutes later with a basket of bread and butter. He grabbed a slice of bread, pleased to find it was still warm. Jonah took a slice out as well, eating it while he finished prepping the bar.

"So, Gon. What are your plans for today?"

A bright blush spread over the teen's cheeks and he quickly looked down, hoping his friend hadn't noticed. "Hisoka and I are staying in today."

Jonah paused midbite, surprised to hear they weren't going out at all. "Really? I noticed you two are usually in and out of the hotel all day. Taking a break today?"

"You could say that." Gon chewed slowly, still thinking about the best way to sneak out that night. "Wait, how'd you know we are in and out all day?" He furrowed his brow, confused why the man would know so much.

"Oh, well uh… I can plainly see the hotel's entry from here so I'm able to see who comes and goes."

Gon nodded slowly. He supposed that made some sense even though something still seemed a little off about it. Why was he paying so much attention to them? He shrugged it off, deciding it didn't really matter and was probably just a coincidence.

"Anyway, so we're staying in for the day and that's why I ordered so much food, so we wouldn't need to go out." Gon bit his lip, feeling a little frustrated by how difficult it would be to sneak out, regardless of Hisoka sleeping. As soon as he tried to leave, the magician would definitely notice. But still, he needed to prove himself and was determined to find a way to do it.

"You seem concerned about something, Gon. Care to share?"

Gon laughed nervously, surprised that his internal struggle was apparently so obvious. "I can't say too much. It's just, there's something I need to do tonight but its kind of a secret. I'm trying to figure out how to sneak out so Hisoka doesn't notice."

This information caught Jonah's attention immediately. "I see. I could possibly help you out with that. I could come up to your room and distract him while you sneak out and do whatever it is you want to do. What time should I swing by?"

"No, no. That wont work. I have to leave just before midnight, so he'll be sleeping. It would be suspicious if you visited at that hour. Thanks, though!"

"Midnight huh? Interesting…" Jonah was quiet for a minute before continuing. "Say Gon? Would you like something to drink with your bread? You can have whatever you want, free of charge."

Gon's ears perked up at Jonah's offer, realizing he really was quite thirsty. "That would be great. Could I have some water?"

"I'm offering you a free drink and you want flavorless water?" Jonah asked incredulously.

"Hmm, good point! You have orange juice, right? I'll have a cup of that then."

"Sure thing." Jonah turned toward the bar to get the juice from the fridge. He poured a glass for Gon and another for himself. "Here you are, one OJ."

Gon took his drink and downed it quickly before setting the empty glass along the counter. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve, looking back up to Jonah. "Thanks!" He watched as Jonah reached out to grab the glass, causing the material of his shirt to pull back just enough to reveal the rounded top of a tattoo. "What's that?" He asked while pointing at the exposed ink.

Jonah looked down to see what he was pointing at. "Oh, this?" He pulled his sleeve up to his elbow to reveal an intricate tattoo set in black ink on the underside of his forearm. "This is a Celtic symbol. It's called the Dara Knot and it represents the intertwined root system of the oak tree."

"Hmm" Gon rubbed his eyes, feeling a little tired and laid his head down along the bar top. "What's it mean to you?"

Jonah watched as Gon's eyelids began to flutter while the boy fought to stay awake. "Well, the knot can symbolize different things like power, leadership, strength, destiny…."

Recognition clicked in Gon's mind at that last word, but he was too tired to think it through. His instincts were screaming at him to run but he didn't have the will nor the strength to do that. He vaguely felt someone pick him up from the barstool before everything went black.

Xxxx

Sometime later Gon groggily came to, feeling like his mouth was full of cotton and his head was going to split open. He groaned as he opened his eyes, the surrounding area was dark, and everything seemed to blur together. As he moved, he heard a metal clinking sound that seemed to be coming from him and sure enough, when he felt around his wrists and ankles his hands brushed over the cold metal of shackles. He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, trying to calm the fear threatening to push his mind into a panic. The damp and earthy smell, along with the deafening silence told him he was likely underground or maybe in some kind of cavern. There was another smell coming from somewhere close by, a human smell.

He opened his mouth to speak but a dry wheezy sound was all he could produce. He cleared his throat and tried again, this time managing to form something akin to words. "Is- Is anyone there?" Speaking hurt his throat but he was so sure someone else was there with him. Since his eyes had not adjusted yet this was the next best thing.

"Yes" came a frail, broken voice. It sounded feminine but he couldn't be sure.

Clearing his throat a second time, he fought through the discomfort as he tried to speak again. "Who are you? Where are we?" Short and concise questions were the best he could formulate at the moment. It took a few minutes before he received a response.

"I don't really know where we are. I've been here for so long, I'm not even sure how long at this point." She sounded scared, defeated even. Gon felt for her, feeling more fear then he was willing to admit to.

"Who are you?" He repeated his question from earlier since she still had not answered it.

"Remi" came her soft reply. "My name is Remi."

At this, Gon's ears perked up as he immediately recognized that to be the name of the cult's hostage. Suddenly, everything leading to this moment came flooding back to him. He was at the hotel getting food and Jonah was there. He must have done something to him, drugged him somehow. He recalled the tattoo he saw on the waiter, no cult member's wrist before he passed out. The urgency of his situation dawned on him as he realized he not only failed to prove himself but now he was a prisoner.

All I wanted was to prove that I'm not weak… He thought bitterly. He wasn't going to give up though. There had to be a way out of this. He mustered what strength he could and pulled at his restraints. They rattled together but ultimate proved to be too strong for him to break out of.

"You won't be able to break out of these chains. I heard one of the men bragging about how he reinforced them with nen."

"Oh…" Gon deflated a little. He shook his head. It didn't matter, he could still prove himself. If anything, this saved him the legwork of finding Remi. Now he just needed to find a way to get them both out of this. His unfaltering determination set in as he looked around the room again, his eyes having finally adjusted. His gaze landed on a very thin, bruised girl sitting just a few feet from him. Her long scarlet tresses were greasy and matted, her pale skin blemished with a motley of bruises and cuts. She looked malnourished with sunken cheeks and bony legs and arms. When he made eye contact, he visibly flinched at the dead, sallow look coming from her emerald eyes.

Trying to be practical about their situation he decided he should question her to find out what she knew about their situation. "How many members are there? Do they all use nen?"

"I don't know why you're asking me these questions. It doesn't matter, we can't escape."

This girl has completely given up. I have to get her to believe we can be saved.

"I've been through a lot of bad stuff and I always found a way to win. I can help you, but I need you to answer my questions."

She looked incredulously at him, her eyes darting to the chains around his limbs before landing back on his face. "I had hope at first too. I tried to escape once when they took me to the bathroom. They easily captured me and then-" a small sob broke from her lips, but she continued through the painful memory. "They beat me to an inch of my life and as I laid there bleeding out on the ground they just laughed. Laughed like it was the funniest fucking thing in the world. No, I'm not trying to escape again. I've been refusing my food and now I just hope to starve to death. That's all I want." She wrapped her arms around her knees and sobbed, there was no hope and she knew it.

Watching Remi weep was Gon's undoing. Fury burned in his veins like acid and he wanted, no, he needed to save her and make these people pay for what they had done. Starting with that traitorous snake, Jonah.

"You may have given up, but I refuse to. I will find a way to save us."

"I think not" boomed a voice that was surprisingly close to them. Gon jolted, startled by how close they had gotten without him detecting a thing. He looked over his shoulder to find a group of men and women, dressed in black cloaks with their hoods down, approaching them with Jonah leading the way. "You" he tried to scream, though it came out as more of a hoarse whimper. "Why did you do this!?"

The traitor laughed darkly, an ugly sneer clouding over his otherwise handsome face. "I believe in the cause of course. Its nothing against you personally, I just want to see mankind be brought to their knees and this mission is an essential part in making that a reality."

"You knew this whole time…" Disappointment was heavy in his tone. Gon always thought he was a better judge of character then that.

"I knew Hisoka was sent to find our little group. I wasn't expecting you to be there too but ultimately, you've proven to be exactly what I need to take that assassin down."

"What… what do you mean by that. And how did you know?"

"You'll find out soon enough." With that a tall, well built man stepped forward. Jonah held a single black hair in front of his face before handing it to the man. A smug smile swept over the thug's face as he took it and Gon watched as it suddenly disappeared between his fingers. Without warning, the man's body began to shift and change. He shrunk by several inches and his short, chocolate brown hair turned black and grew into an array of spikes around his head. His cold, grey eyes took on a familiar hazel hue and before Gon knew what was happening he found himself looking into his own face.

A chill swept down Gon's body, goosebumps covering his flesh. "He… he looks like me" he breathed, both amazed and frightened by the sight.

"That's right, even down to your scent and the sound of your voice. He's a perfect copy of you and completely undetectable so long as he doesn't talk too much."

"What are you going to do with him?" The teen had a feeling it wasn't going to be anything good.

"Well, here's the problem. You see, Hisoka is skilled in combat and extremely intelligent. He'd have been difficult to take on in a fight, which would have been unavoidable as soon as he found our hideout. But then we found out about you and well, I've seen the way he looks at you." Jonah chuckled feeling pleased with his full proof plan. "There is no way he won't come for you and when he does, he'll think he's saving you but it wont be you he finds shackled to the wall."

"It'll be me" Gon's replica interjected, his voice eerily similar to the real thing. "And when he comes to save his poor little Gon, he won't have his guard up. As soon as he's close enough, I'll gut him like a fish, and he'll have never expected it."

"No" Gon dropped to his knees, now realizing the truth to Hisoka's words.

For better or worse, you are my only weakness…

That's what he had said that one night. I didn't want to believe it but its true.

He might die… all because of me.

His eyes welled up with tears but Gon refused to let them fall. He wouldn't give these people the satisfaction of knowing just how much they've shaken him.

"I see you've realized how this is going to go down. Good. Once we have Hisoka out of the way we can implement phase two."

"Phase two?"

"You don't need to worry yourself about that. Now get some rest. I've left a bit of a bread trail for Hisoka and I'd wager he'll find you within the next week."

"Killua is out there too. He'll stop you." Gon felt a little hope swell in his chest as he remembered his friend was also tangled in this.

"Hmm? Is that the white-haired boy you were running around with? He won't be much of a threat either since he's currently on a wild goose chase. Our recruiter is aware of him and has been instructed to keep on the move until Hisoka has been dealt with."

"You won't get away with this." Right now, those words were meaningless, but still they made him feel slightly better. Hisoka would see through this. He had too.

Not bothering to respond, Jonah placed a tray of food in front of Gon and another in front of Remi before leaving them again. His crew followed close behind, including Gon's double.

"I told you there was no way out of this" Remi said as she pushed her tray away with her foot.

Feeling lost and not at all confident, Gon stared at his tray and picked at the cold food. He wasn't really hungry, but he wasn't ready to just give up either. He would need his strength for when Hisoka arrived. "You should eat. People are risking their lives to save yours."

His words fell on deaf ears though and Remi only pushed her food further away in response. "They want to use me you know. They want to keep me around and use me to keep their members alive through phase two."

"That explains why they didn't just kill you. Do you know what phase two is?"

"I think they plan to set off a string of bombs. Some of their members are in possession of the rose."

"They're going to force-feed you if you keep refusing food."

"Then I guess I'll have to deal with that when it happens." With that Remi turned away from Gon and closed her eyes. She didn't want to be awake and aware of reality anymore. She heard Gon follow suit shortly after.

Xxxx

Pain racked through Gon's body and he awakened with a scream before finding a gloved hand covering his mouth. His side ached from the impact of what he assumed must have been a kick to his ribs. He glared up at his assailant, frown deepening when he realized it was Jonah. He wasn't sure how long he'd been stuck in the hellhole he currently found himself in, but it had to have been at least a few days. He spent his time constantly worrying, sometimes plotting, and occasionally attempting to talk to Remi. Talking to her was fruitless, not to mention depressing. She had given up and her despair was contagious.

"Its showtime. He's finally here. I've decided to give you a front row seat to his death." Gon's eyes widened and he shook his head wildly as the man tried to close his mouth shut with his nen infused tape. Gon flailed his head until he was able to get the man's finger in his mouth. He bit down as hard as he could, smirking when he tasted blood.

"You little fucker!" Jonah roared and punched him in his injured ribs, a sickening crack sounding through the air from the impact.

Gon's eyes burned as tears formed and spilled down his cheeks. He glared angrily as Jonah finally got his mouth covered. He bent down so his mouth was next to Gon's ear, his hot breath fanning against his face. "This tape is special. Any sound you try to make will be absorbed so you won't be able to warn Hisoka when he arrives." Then he pointed to the petit woman standing next to him. Her short white hair was a poof of messy curls and she wore black spectacles that contrasted against her ghostly complexion. "This is Ellie. We call her ability hide and seek. You see its really useful because she has the ability to completely mask not only her presence, but the presence of others as well. Hisoka won't be able to sense you at all."

Grabbing Gon harshly by the back of the neck, Jonah pulled the teen to his feet and walked him into a large open area that was dimly lit. At the far side he saw the man from before holding a piece of his hair and just like before he morphed into a second Gon. It was just as fucking creepy as it had been several days ago. He watched a few cult members surround him, clamping shackles around his limbs to make it look like he'd been imprisoned. Finally, Jonah walked up to him and placed a piece of tape over his mouth that matched the one Gon had. He walked back to Gon and brought the teen around a corner where he pushed him onto his knees.

"Now we wait. It might take a bit, given we are deep within an underground tunnel system but if Hisoka is as excellent at finding prey as they say then it shouldn't take too long."

They waited for what felt like forever but in reality, was likely just an hour or two. Finally, Gon felt it. The chilling embrace of Hisoka's aura. When his fiery red hair came into view tears fell down Gon's cheeks and he tried to scream to warn him away but just as Jonah had promised, not a single sound escaped from his lips. He watched helplessly as Hisoka spotted the fake Gon. His expression quickly alternating between fury and relief before settling back to fury.

"I was worried I would be too late" he whispered as he approached the teen. "I can't even begin to imagine what you did to get caught but just know I'm furious. I'll have to punish you after I've finished slaughtering these idiots." Silently, Hisoka stepped up to the fake Gon, steadily getting closer and closer. The fake Gon looked at him with relief and defiance, a good impression though not perfect. It was dark enough that Hisoka likely wouldn't notice.

The closer the magician came to his death the more Gon fought against his restraints, and the more he cried for the man he was about to lose. A feeling of hopelessness bloomed deep in his gut and he shuddered and hiccupped silently as he watched the events unfold. Hisoka was just about there, and that's when Gon saw it. The barely visible blade hidden in fake Gon's sleeve beginning to poke out from beneath the shoddy material. That sight was all it took to break Gon completely. It was in that broken state that Gon felt it, he felt the cool prickle of nen against his skin. He looked at the fake Gon with pure rage burning in his eyes, and he summoned every ounce of power he had available to him to break from his bindings. In a flash, he found himself running toward Hisoka, going faster then he's ever run before.

I'm going to save you. I have to save you.

Xxxx

Gon shot up from his makeshift bed along the reading nook, startling Soma and Erina. He looked at them, at their guilty expressions. "I know" he said. "I remember everything."