Hi again. I needed a global quarantine to finally finish this up. How are you doing by the way?

This chapter is a little shorter than the previous one and I think I'm going to keep it that way, because it means that the next chapters will be - probably - uploaded sooner.

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"So you've finally decided to cut it short?" 140-years-old Hisoka said, sitting with Illumi on the fountain's edge, in the same place they'd met for the first time. Hisoka was visiting this place from time to time since then. Mainly because he was bored, but also because he had enough of being driven out of every place he'd dared to go; at least this boy didn't seem to mind Hisoka's presence. Maybe he just didn't know who Hisoka really was. Was he ever leaving his house? Coming here was like a dream; he was far away from everything and everyone where no one could ever find him but this boy who seemed to always know when Hisoka was about to come. Was he even real? The red-head reached to his companion and tried to stroke his friend's short raven black hair, but the boy evaded his hand, not sparing him even a shadow of a glance.

"It's more practical when you're going to hunt for mortals. Have you ever been to the mortal world?" Illumi asked, almost sure that Hisoka's going to give him an affirmative answer.

"No."

"Not even once?"

He let out a breath, a small smile dancing on his lips,"No, Illumi, I've never been there." The boy, previously avoiding the red-head's gaze, now bend his back and pierced his companion with his big, black, curious eyes. Hisoka looked at him out of the corner of his eye as Illumi sat properly again and looked into the distance, though the high greyish walls of the hedge maze were blocking his view."Grandfather says we all used to live there as mortals." Then your grandfather is a fool, Hisoka thought, but he couldn't make himself say these words aloud, not wanting his time with the boy to end so fast, "I don't remember ever living in their world as one of them." he said.

"Me neither. I can't imagine being so easy to kill."

Hisoka chuckled.

"What's so funny?" Illumi raised his perfectly thin eyebrow.

"I wonder if we were mortals, which one of us would die first."

"You." the answer was quick, almost too quick.

"And why do you think that?"

"You're older."

Hisoka chuckled again, looking down at his feet in thought, a small smile danced on his lips as he whispered, "Yeah, maybe you're right."

A single branch of a leafless tree tapped softly on the window. Despite the strong wind that could easly break all the tree's branches, a lonely raven sat on the branch closest to the window and looked inside the dark room. All the bird could see were faint lights of candles arranged all over the floor, on the desk and shelves and three young girls lying on the floor, as if they'd just fallen asleep in the middle of their game with Ouija board that still remained in the middle of the room.

Illumi stood in the middle of the room, looking down at three female bodies laying unconcious on the soft, thick carpet, their unseeing eyes and pale, tiny mouths still wide open in an utter horror. A single thin stream of blood managed to make its way onto the floor, instead of messing up the carpet even more, and slowly turned into a small pool of crimson blood that glistened in the faint light of candles. Illumi looked hungrily at their sliced throats, as if the beautiful deep redness of their blood was hypnotizing his usually sober mind. He lifted up a random body and examined closer the perfect cut on the neck he'd made himself earlier, brought the corpse closer to his face, as if he was holding a big rag doll and smelled the area around her neck the same way a mortal would smell a tasty meal. All three girls were reather short and tiny, lacking the extra layer of fat or muscles, so there wasn't very much to consume, but they were at least young enough to still taste good and fresh. Illumi bit onto her flesh like a vampire, and then dropped her back on the floor and wiped her blood off his face, smuging it a little on his pale, porcelain-looking cheek, his mouth full of her fresh meat. As the body hit the floor, the wardrobe door opened slowly and a tall silhouette stepped out of it, hidden in the darkest corner of the room, where the small yellowish lights couldn't reach. Illumi heard familiar footsteps on the wooden floor behind his back and turned around to face his companion.

Hisoka rised one eyebrow, amused, "I see you don't regret coming here, do you?"

"Why would I regret that?" Illumi asked, looking down a the other bodies in thought.

"You seemed a little hesistant when I aksed you if you wanted to go here with me yesterday" Hisoka shurugged nonchalantly.

"You'd come here yourself even if I didn't want to come with you, wouldn't you?" Illumi finally looked back a the first girl with a big wound on her neck, leaned over her and ripped out her heart using only his one hand to do so. He brought the organ closer to his mouth, holding it casually like a mortal would do with an apple, and looked back at Hisoka. "You do it all year round, even though the King has forbidden any of us to leave. You'd think you should be pretty popular here by now." he bit the heart, still not taking his eyes away from Hisoka. Red drops of blood started running down his arm to his elebow and dripping on the floor. "But somehow it's me whose people calling for in the middle of the night. I'd be jelous if I were you." Hisoka smirked at his last sentence. "There's nothing to be jelous of. I like being anonymous" he said, leaning over one girl to rip off her arm. He brought the limb closer to his mouth and bit into it just like Illumi had previously done with the other girl's neck. Human meat wasn't really in his menu, but he decided to do it anyway to keep Illumi company. Besides, he now knew why ghouls like human meat so much, even if it's raw and cold; these girls were delicious. "It must be interesting being known in the town and in the other worlds as well. How do you handle the fame, your Highness?"

"I told you to stop calling me that."

"Do you think I'd me more popular if I were a royalty like you?" he asked, taking another bite of the small, fragile arm and sent Illumi an amused glare.

"I thought you said you like being anonymous."

"I do. I don't seek fame, but if I, in fact, were as popular as you, I would also enjoy every minute of it. Just like I do with my anonymousness right now." he smiled to Illumi, innocently, "And my chances to become the King would increase, don't you think?"

"No, I don't think." Illumi put the last piece of heart into his mouth and looked down at the girl to find some other organs in her small body to eat. He then stuck his hand into her flat stomach, and after a while he pulled out one kidney and immadietly put it into his mouth.

"Remaind me, Illumi." said Hisoka, "How long do we know each other?"

"Way too long."

"Yes, that's what I think, too." Illumi heard the sound of a ripping flesh behind him, thinking that Hisoka had to pull out some organ from one of the girls' bodies to see if they are, in fact, as delicious as they looked in Illumi's hand. "Don't you think we'd be the best royal couple that ever ruled the Town of Halloween?"

"Stop it. I told you the heir has already been chosen and it's Killua."

"It must be hard to see your younger brother being trusted more in this matters than you. Weren't you the one who'd taught him what being ghoul really means? And now the student has become the master."

"It's not. I knew from the beginning he'll be the heir, that's why I've taught him everything. I'm happy for him." Illumi still didn't turn around to Hisoka. The clown could only guess how Illumi's face must've changed now.

"Oh, really? You don't sound so happy." Illumi heard Hisoka's footsteps approching him. The clown was mere centimetres behind his back and instead of speaking aloud now, he whispered to Illumi's ear in a seductive manner, "But don't worry, everything can still change if your parents will be introduced to the new royal couple that will take over their role if they finally retire." Or if something happen to them. Hisoka couldn't say it out loud, not in front of Illumi, at least not now."What do you mean, Hisoka?" asked Illumi, slightly irritated, turning around to the clown to see Hisoka bending on one knee and reaching to him his hand. Holding a still beating heart in front of Illumi's eyes he said now in his normal voice, "Illumi." Illumi looked around the bodies. Two of girls were still whole while the third one's heart he'd eaten himself a minute ago. He furrowed his eyebrows a little and looked at Hisoka, at his white cropp top with a big hole on his chest and a red stain forming in the place where his heart should be. Illumi gulped and held his breath.

"Will you merry me?"

"What. The. Heaven?"

Killua looked down at the ground behind the tomb, and couldn't help but squint his eyes and cover his face with his arm, as if the green and red strange creature was about to immadietly jump to his throat. Alluka grabbed her brother's hand and hid behind his back, peeking from time to time from behind his shoulder, as if trying to see if the . . . The Thing was still there. Maybe she was just imagining things? Oh, no, no, no, she was not! Killua immadietly calmed down a little and helped Alluka hide behind his back, flashing his long, white fangs at the intruder. But what was that exactly? Yes, it was somehow similar to Killua, but its skin was more tanned, its eyes more round, more shiny and more . . . lively? Killua could see the small freckles on its nose and cheeks, making its round face look even more childlish that it already was. Its ears were long and pointy almost like vampire's, but it certainly wasn't a vampire. Its jacket and shorts were green with a red belt, red buttons and red collar, its spiky hat also green and red, but far from typical witchy hats he'd known. And it was loud. Killua found out about it when the creature saw his grinned fangs and let out a loud piercing scream.

Killua and Alluka immadietly forgot about the weird looking creature and covered their ears with their hands as the boy (Killua thought it was a boy, but now he wasn't sure) started screaming like an opera lady that could break every window only using her voice to do so. "Please don't eat me, I know I may taste like candy, but candy are bad for teeth and you wouldn't want to break your beautiful fangs, would you? So please don't eat me!"

"It talks!" Alluka squeaked and strenghtened her grip on Killua's arm, "Brother, do you think he's dangerous?" the girl whispered to Killua's ear.

"He's everything but dangerous." Killua said firmly, now convinced that there's nothing to be afraid of after hearing the boy's scream and seeing him wrtihe like a worm on the ground.

"Yup. I'm everything but dangerous!" the boy stood up immadietly and saluted to Alluka with a big smile on his face, as if everything but dangerous was the biggest compliment the boy could've ever recived. "What is your name, miss?" he bowed politely to Alluka and stepped closer to her as she loosened her grip on Killua's arm, "My name's Gon and I'm Santa's helper. Could anyone tell me where exactly we are?" he rubbed the back of his neck under his definitely too big hat.

Alluka looked confused, "In the cemetery?"

"In the cemetery of Halloween Town" Killua crossed his hands on his chest, "Now it's my turn, Gon. Who are you again? What's Santa's helper, why are you dressed like that and why your name has only one syllabe?"

Now Gon looked even more confused than Alluka and raised one eyebrow, as if trying to process everything he was asked about in his head, but a little slower. Only one more second and Killua was sure he'll see a white smoke going out of the boy's long ears. "Well, I'm Gon the Christmas Elf, I'm helping Santa make presents for children from around the world, this is my job uniform and and every elf name I know has only one syllabe." he said in one breath, his cheeks getting redder for some reason.

The siblings looked at each other and then back at Gon, still not sure if they understood him correctly. Alluka spoke up first, "Mister Christmas Elf, what's . . . Santa?"

"Eh?" Gon looked dumbfolded at both of them. It was the last question he could've expected, especially from somebody who looked so young and child-like like Alluka, who — he thought — should know best the whole idea of Christmas and presents and Santa Claus and the innocent and childlish happines that comes with it every year, in every December. Seeing the girl's curious gaze and Killua's careful cold-blue eyes he shook his head and tried to explain everything as best as he could, "Santa Claus is the friendliest creature on Earth. He's big and red and he loves all children, he makes presents for all the good ones (with our help) and puts them under their christmas trees on the Christmas Night. Really guys, you've never gotten any presents on Christmas?"

"Does he want anything in exchange?" Alluka asked, curiously. "Their souls? Their blood?" she stepped a little closer to Gon, exicted at the thought of a big, red man reciving sacrifices of little children's dead bodies laying on a big, cold stone table in some dark and wet cave, illuminated only by hot, orange flames of burning torches.

"He just wants every children to be good to others." Gon explained, a little too cheerfully for a dark place like the local cemetery, and Killua felt a cold shiver running down his spine. This boy was too bright! Too bright for his eyes accustomed to the eternal darkness of the place that was his home. And then it hit him. His grandfather's old story came back to him like a big wave of a frantic ocean. Small monsters with green clothes and long ears, presents, the fact that the boy didn't even know where he is, even though it was the only cementary in the whole Halloween Town, and that he screamed when he saw Killua's long and shining fangs, as if he'd seen something like that for the first time in his life, as if he, indeed, wasn't really one of them . . .

"I have a better question." Killua said, "Where are you from?" Alluka looked at her brother as if she just realized that the strange green boy really wasn't from their Halloween Town. Is this mean that there's more in this world than their town just as her grandfather had told her a long time ago? And then her mother had told her he was just lying.

"Excuse me, young man" before Gon could give Killua an answer, he turned around. His face went pale. He tried not to scream again as he looked straight into someone's big black eyes, or reather big black eyeholes. Tall, snow-white ghost was levitating before his eyes, holding a small cane in his hand like an nineteen century English gentelman. He greeted the boy with a small bow of his head, grabbing the brim of his impresively tall top hat. Gon didn't know what was worse, his deep black eyeholes that were staring at him for so long he didn't know what to do or the fact that he could perfectly see through his white, transparent body, and all he saw were even more ghosts, similar to the one that was standing in front of him. "Would you be so nice and move a little? I'd like to get to my house. It was a long day for all of us, wasn't it? I feel like I'm going to sleep like a dead, if you know what I mean." and then he burst into loud and honest laugh. Gon, not wanting to stare for too long at the ghostly gentleman, finally stepped back and let the man fly past him and dive into his own grave.

"Woah" Gon said, finally, "What was that? How did he do that?" he pointed excitedly at the grave. "Who's that? I could see perfectly through him! I could literally see what's behind his back."

"Oh, it's just mister Spectergheist. He's really nice. He works in the town hall, so he knows our dad." said Alluka with a smile. "Mister Elf, you looked like you were scared." she hung her head to one side.

"Oh, really?" he rubbed the back of his neck under his green hat, "Maybe a little at first. But now I think he's interesting! I'd like to meet him again someday. I didn't even say hello." he breathed out heavily, "I hope I didn't offend him. I really didn't want to look that scared!" he said and laughed happily before he looked quickly at both Alluka and Killua with a nervous look in his eyes, "Oh, I hope you're not angry with me that I screamed, but you jumped at me with the long fangs of yours and I didn't know what to do. I wouldn't be able to defend myself. I can't even work with any sharp tools in the Santa's Factory, because other elves always tell me that I'm getting hurt so easly, hehehe." he rubbed the back of his neck again, "Anyway, thanks for not eating me. Instead of your food, I'd reather be your friend."

"That's fine, Mister Elf. I really liked listening to you scream." she smiled again, but Gon could feel a weird, almost dangerous aura enveloping the small girl, making a chill going down his spine. That's not how he should feel in the presece of a small, innocent child, right? Killua didn't answer, instead he looked around the cemetery. An entire hoard of ghosts, zombies and skeletons were coming back to their homes and he felt that Gon didn't have to see them all at once just now, just like they didn't have to know that an outsider is in their town. Not now. Forgetting for a moment about his question, he looked at both Gon and Alluka and said, "Everyone's coming back. We should go."

"Everyone?" asked Gon, excited, " You mean, there's more of them? I absolutely need to see-"

"No." Killua interrupted him, "Right now you need to go with us." the boy pointed his finger at the elf and before Gon could say or do anything else, he felt like he'd been picked up like a little kid and flipped over Killua's shoulder, now facing what was behind the white-haired boy's back. "Eh?" Gon looked at the cemetery one last time before Killua started walking to the exit. He was pretty strong for a kid not much taller than him, Gon noticed. He wondered how old Killua was. He noted that he'll have to ask him about that later. "And pretend you're dead." Killua finished.

Still hanging head down on Killua's shoulder, Gon couldn't help but look around the town centre. They found themselfes on the noisiest street of all, not so far away from the biggest and the most ruined, but strangely beautiful building that was the town hall. Even though Gon still didn't forget about Killua's request, he couldn't help but rise his head a little and take a quick look around. The old and small houses they were passing by were leaning against each other, as if only waiting to finally fall down and turn into ashes. On the other side of the street, the owners were just opening their shops and decorating them with what could only be pumpkins with wide, carved smiles with sharp theeth and big, angry eyes, some were hanging bats in their windows — Gon couldn't tell if they were real dead bats or just some toys — some put various skulls behind their windows that stared at him judgingly. He noticed that one of the skulls widened its smile and laughed as some hands picked it up and put it back on the neck of its previously headless owner. Seeing the boy staring at him, the skeletal man waved to him friendly, and Gon covered his mouth with his hand, altough he didn't know if he did this out of fear or excitement. Not wanting to be rude in a strange place, he waved him back.

At the same time, some random passer-by looked at Gon with curiosity in his eyes, and as the boy took a quick look at the man whose mouth was hidden behind his big tentacle beard, he opened his extra pair of eyes. That was when Gon remembered he had to pretend he's dead so he closed his eyes and sticked out his tongue. The boy felt a strange atmosphere in the weirdly smelling air, the atmosphere he knew from his own town, when everyone were waiting for this one, special day in the whole year; he could see it in the eyes of the people they were passing by, he could hear it in their quick footsteps that were rushing from one place to another, he could understand the joy of decorating the streets with the weird decorations he'd never seen before, even though he didn't know what was it all about and thought that the place looks creepy enough, even without the strange, smiling pumpkins in every corner.

He once again opened his eyes and looked quickly at the sky; it was dark and reather gloomy, but the big, yellow full moon was bright enough to illuminate their way to their unknown destination, wherever it was.

After some time, they stepped out of the street maze and stopped in the biggest area he'd seen in this place so far, that was an empty space only with a single fountain in the middle, its green water shone in the moonlight. The fountain, he guessed, was only a decoration for the big, old building that cast a long shadow at them, a big clock on the top of it was still to far for him to see what time it was. He guessed it was the town hall since he'd seen one himself in his own town, but the one he knew didn't look like it was about to fall at them like a snow avalanche if they were talking too loud. Gon tried to stand back on the groud, but it turned out Killua just adjusted him on his back and went on, Alluka still hopping a few steps before them.

Soon after, they found themself on another street, not much different from the previous one and continued on until Gon felt that they finally stopped and this time he was sure of it. Killua opened the door to a building Gon couldn't see from his point of view and stepped inside at the same time as an ear-piercing squick crossed the air and Gon almost jumped out of his skin. "Customers, customers! Two kids, one body! The royal children!" the same voice announced their arrival. Gon looked up and saw a lonely head hanging from the doorframe and swinging above his head. It had the face of an older, eyeless woman who looked down at him with her black, empty eyeholes. He immadietly felt a shiver going down his spine.

"Hello, mister Frank!" Alluka waved to the owner of the restaurant. A tall, green man with stitches on his hands and neck appeared behind the counter and greeted them with a big smile, "Ah, look who it is!" he said to no one in particular, "Good evening, Alluka, Killua and the Corpse. We have a beautiful weather today, don't we? Cold wind, stinky air and it looks like it's going to rain."

"We'll take a seat in the back." said Killua and walked past the counter, avoiding everyone's gaze. "The usual?" the owner shouted behind him. "Yes." answered Killua. "Make it trice."

As all three sat comfortably in the darkest corner of the restaurant, Killua finally looked at Gon with his eyebrows furrowed in thought. "Now we can finally talk." Gon blinked a few times, dumbfolded, but Killua continued, "Say, where do you come from exactly?"

"Oh, I thought it's obvious by now. I said I'm a Christmas Elf, didn't I?" he once again smiled with the bright smile of his. If he does that again, Killua was sure he'll go blind. "I'm from Christmas Town."

Killua rised an eyebrow, "There's no such thing."

"But there is!" Gon put his palm on the table.

"How does your town look like, then?" he asked, nonchalantly. Killua had to know the answer. He was tired of pretending that he didn't care, but he had to play a little longer. "Does everyone in your town dress like that?"

"No, only the factory workers. Huh, why?" Gon immadietly looked down at his green shorts, "Is something wrong with the way I dress? But all my clothes are the same . . ." As he said so, a waitress came to their table and put three cups of ice cream in front of them. She blinked curiously at Gon with her three eyes, mumbled a quiet "Enjoy your meal" and went back to the back room. Gon looked at the green ice cream with red topping and a single red eyeball on the top. He wasn't sure if he really wanted to eat right now.

Killua grabbed one cup and a spoon, crossed his legs and looked at Gon in expectation, "How about your town? How does it look like?" Killua reapeted his question from before and shoved a spoonful of his green ice cream into his mouth. Alluka looked at Gon curiosly, putting the eye into her mouth. She was interested too. Good, that way Killua wouldn't look stupid if his bored mask slipped a little.

"It's . . . very different from yours." he looked up in thought, "It's always bright, even at night, because it's full of lights and snow. There's a lot of snow. We often had snow battles after job. Sometimes even Santa was coming to join us. There's always a lot of fun when he's around." his smile widened, "There are mostly trees and houses. It may be small, but despite the snow, its the coziest place in the whole world!" he finished and grabbed the spoon with curiosity. It was shaped like a skull.

"And the Santa character." Killua was trying to process everything he'd just heard about the strange town — even though he still didn't know what the whole snow really was — but he couldn't stop himself from asking another question, "Is he some kind of a ruler of your town?"

"Hm. I don't know. He seems like the most important person in the town, though." he shrugged his shoulders, "Does your town have a ruler?". Killua choked on his ice cream. Alluka looked inside her cup to see how much of her order was still left on the bottom. "Every town should have a ruler." he said at least, and Gon didn't understand his answer at all. "Let's go back to the topic." Killua cleared his throat, "How did you even find yourself here?" How did you escape your town? Killua bit his tongue before he could ask the second question.

"Well" Gon looked at the red topping again and again stopped himself from eating his part, "I was always told that our town is protected by a gate, so that no one can ever come in or out of the town, except for Santa. He himself was leaving the town only once a year. I knew it was true, because I've seen the gate myself, but still- I just couldn't belive it was impossible to leave the town. There was already someone who had done this before me. So, one day I just went into the forest like usual and before it was too late I found myself too far away from the centre to come back. I was late for my shift anyway." he rubbed the back of his neck and laughed sheepishly, "And as I thought, I was so far away it wasn't my Christmas Town anymore. And guess what? There was no fence and no other gate; all I could do was just keep going. It all felt so good." He looked down at his palms, "And that's when I stumbled upon the trees. There was seven of them and each had a different door on their trunk, so I just picked up one and that's how I got there."

Gon didn't realize how intense their gaze was until he rised his eyes back at Killua. The boy was staring at him in silence for so long that Gon started to feel uncomfortable. Alluka looked at both of them and then at Gon's untoched cup of ice cream before she said, "Are you going to eat this? Because I'd like to give it to my sister." Gon looked at the red eye once again — he couldn't stop thinking if it was real or not — and pushed his cup towards Alluka, "You can take it." he smiled, even tough by the time her sister gets the ice cream it'll probably melt. "Thanks." Alluka said, and Gon could only stare, frozen in one place like an ice statue he'd seen in Santa's garden, as her face went pale, her beautiful cold-blue eyes turned into two black holes, and her smile widened even more and became black like an abbys. Seeing Gon's face Killua immadietly shook his head and said, "Ah yes, meet my other sister, Nanika." Nanika squinted her eyes in a friendly manner, and Gon whispered a short "Nice to meet you." still troo stunned to do anything else. "You know" said Gon after a while, "You never really told me your name."

"Hm? You heard it when we came here, didn't you?" Killua said.

"But I didn't hear it from you." Gon explained.

"Why is that such a big difference?"

"It just is! Come on, say it." Gon looked at him with excitement.

Killua let out a sigh, "Fine, fine. I'm Killua. And that one on my right is Alluka."

"And this is how you become friends with someone!" Gon shouted, happily.

"What a stupid custom!" Killua crossed his hands on his chest and tried to look somewhere else. He desperetly needed to change the topic. "You've said there was someone who'd done this before you." Killua said, remembering what Gon had said earlier. He hoped for another cool story, similar to the one of his grandfather's, but with a better endening. Maybe he'll just tell him a different version of the same story? "Yes. My father." he answered. His eyes shifted down, back at his palms. A dreamy and nostalgic smile danced on his lips. "He left Christmas Town when I was little. I don't even remember how exactly he looked. The older elves once told me how one day he'd announced that there's more of the world than just our town, and as the evening came, he went through the gate and just left. This was something no one had ever done before him. That's why I also wanted to escape. I needed to see what's out there that my father found more exciting than living in our town. And maybe . . ." he said with a small voice, "maybe I could find him if I only knew where to look."

Alluka and Killua looked at each other. Killua didn't quite know what his sister was thinking about, but he himself had just only one thing in mind; that maybe, just maybe, Gon could show him a way out of his own town. Gon looked back at Killua and hung his head to one side, "Could you answer my question now?" he shifted nervously in his seat.

"What's that?" Killua asked.

"Where exactly are we? I still don't know what the name of this place is."

"We are in Halloween Town. Didn't you see the sign before the gate?" Killua answered.

Gon shook his head, "I didn't see any gate. I just jumped over the fence and found myself in the cemetery. Ugh, that place is still giving me chills when I think about it. But it was cool at him same time. Is everything in your town so . . . dark?" he tried to laugh, but then all three noticed another waitress, standing next to their table with a notepad and a pencil in her two tentacles — the other four were hanging loosely at her sides. She was looking at Gon with wide eyes and her mouth opened, making her look like a fish that had just been thrown out of the water. Killua rised an eyebrow questioningly, and the waitress shook her head and asked quietly, "D-do you want something to drink?"

"No" said Killua and immadietly got up, "We have to go now, right?" he looked at Gon and Alluka who followed suit and stood next to him. The waitress watched as Killua picked up the elf and flipped him over his shoulder just like he'd done before. He put his hand into his pocket and gave her some bugs as a payment. As they were walking through the restaurant and back to the door, Killua whispered, hoping Gon could somehow hear him, "We need to find you some better clothes." He adjusted the elf on his shoulder and left the restaurant with Alluka hopping behind them.

To Gon's surprise, they once again stood before the cemetery gate and found themselfes in the same place they'd met not too long ago. Killua didn't say anything through the whole walk from the town centre and Gon was slowly getting bored. Noticing that there was nobody around them now, he rised up his head a little and looked at Alluka, "Do you have any more siblings? Or it's just you two? I mean- three?". Alluka shook her head, "No, there's more of us."

"How many?" asked Gon.

"Too many." mumbled Killua.

"That has to be cool, right?" Gon continued, "I don't have any siblings, even though in the factory we all felt like a one big family. It was great, but I've never had a family like the others, you know? Since my father left, I was living with my aunt Mito, who's also been working in the factory. She was my father's old friend or at least that's what she said. Hey, how about you? Who are your parents?"

"We're here." said Killua and put him back on the ground. "You can't stay here if you're going to look like that."

"Huh? What's wrong with the way I look?" That was the second time Killua had made a comment about his look and Gon really didn't like that. He was starting to feel stupid in his casual work clothes, but he really didn't have anything better; that's how everyone dressed in his town. "You need a disguise!" said Killua and let out a deep breath, "We'll go to my house and find you something you can wear by the time you're here. But listen!" Killua pointed his finger at Gon's nose, "When we get there you'll still have to pretend you're a corpse, because I can't risk any stupid questions about how I found an elf in the cemetery by my wicked fam. I hope you can understand that since you're an outsider you can't let yourself get known just yet." Gon nodded his head. "Good" Killua let out a sigh of relief. If this boy gets Killua in trouble he'll kill him without any thought. Killua grabbed the gravestone of the nearest grave and moved it away, as if it was nothing, reaveling a dark, deep hole in the ground. Gon looked questioningly at Alluka, and she just smiled, "It's just a shorter way to our house." she explained, and Gon looked back at Killua, "You can't talk to anyone" Killua continued, "do not scream or make any other sound, don't move and it would be best if you also stopped breathing for a while." Gon gulped. "And the most important" Killua looked into his big, amber eyes, "Don't be scared. They can sense your fear. Are you ready?" But Gon didn't get the chance to answer, because he once again felt like he'd been picked up by Killua's strong hands and thrown down the hole.

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