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The first battle was between Gon and Hanzo.

After boasting about knowing the referee, Masta, had been following him around as part of the examiner following participants to evaluate them—which finally Sora got the answer to that lingering presence always there but a safe distance away— he had bragged how the examiner got a good sight for seeing his value.

The match had quickly started after the ninja asked an ominous question at the referee.

"Begin!"

Gon immediately dashed to the other side, clearly trying to keep a distance but Hanzo caught up with no real problem. Sora watched as Gon was knocked down by a lightning fast chop to the back of the neck. Pain colored his eyes and the girl grimaced. An attack of that caliber would surely knock out any normal civilian. But Gon has always been far from normal.

From beside her, Leorio and Kurapika gasped in shock, the air in the room immediately thickened while Killua looked faintly annoyed at the attack. She nudged him with her elbow. "Stop frowning. Can't your brain stop assessing every situation to see what you could have done?"

After spending the rest of Zevil Island and another three days basically joined at the hip, the girl had more or less figured him out, maybe a tiny fraction of it and she knew how his brain worked: observing, calculating, questioning.

The white haired boy looked at her in surprise before his eyes darkened again. "Aren't you the same?"

"No," she answered simply, grimacing once more when Hanzo forced Gon to sit up, the faint sound of bone cracking was heard. "Despite knowing his skills paled compared to yours, I have faith in my friend, Killua."

Hanzo punched Gon in the stomach and the boy doubled over in pain. The girl distinctly heard Leorio yelling beside her but Kurapika stopped him.

Killua scoffed and she received his sharp gaze full force. "Why do you believe that Gon would win? He is clearly way out of that bald ninja's league."

Gon crashed back on the ground after Hanzo kicked him, clutching himself. Sora felt the anger rise from the two older male.

She hummed.

Indeed why?

She wanted to say that she was just being a good friend by supporting an obviously disadvantageous friend. And probably doing her own fair share of words she continuously preached to a worried Gon that he should have faith in his own friends and they could do well on their own. Lastly, she purely believed that Gon was always an enigma.

But that would be too long for her to elaborate so she settled with five words.

"I do, Killua. I do."

Three hours passed and the one sided battle continued. Blood had dirtied the white concrete floor, painting a morbid picture of the current situation at hand. Gon struggled to get himself off the ground, his legs wobbling like a newborn deer but he always stood back up.

Red had stained her bandages once more.

burn…

Ah, she never knew anger could trigger it.

burn...

She knew Gon's thick headedness would keep him alive and bring him victory but seeing him bend over his knees, the mixture of sweat and blood dripping to the ground, not even having the strength left to lift his body upright.

burn...

It hurts.

"Enough already," Leorio growled, "I'm gonna kill you, hear me? Pick on someone your own size!"

"If you can't handle it, you'd better leave. It's only going to get worse," Hanzo calmly said, looking at the man as the committee members stood in front of Leorio blocking him from advancing further.

"There'll be no interference in a one-on-one match. Stay back," Masta warned the male. "If you try to help him in any way, Gon will be instantly disqualified!"

"It's okay, Leorio…" Gon's shaky voice reached her ears, a great amount of effort had been put just to speak and her heart clenched painfully. "This is…This is nothing."

"Really… I can still fight."

She saw something wavered in Hanzo's eyes and her head cleared up for a bit.

The ninja easily knocked Gon back to the ground with a swipe of his legs. "I'll break your arm," he declared.

The tension couldn't possibly heighten even more.

"I'm not kidding. Now, say it, say you surrender."

"Never!" Gon yelled and a loud resounding crack followed.

A pin dropped somewhere.

BurnBurnBurnBurnBurnBurnBurnBurn

[This is the first time I've felt you this mad]

Aym's deep voice doused her head with a large bucket of ice water and her mind instantly cleared up. She took a shaky breath.

Right.

"Thank you, Aym," she muttered with a voice as low as possible, tugging the sides of her hood to cover her mouth, not before catching Killua sneaking a glance at her.

[Tch, your madness was raving back there and I couldn't sleep.

...I'm glad you exist in my brain for once.]

Contrary to her calming mind, Kurapika's eyes had turned into brilliant scarlet red while Leorio was ready to lunge at Hanzo at any given moment. Killua at the side was still assessing the battle with a frown on his face.

Hanzo was currently doing a handstand on his fingers as he rambled on about his background. "For the past eighteen years, I've tirelessly trained my body and honed my technique. By the time I was your age, I had already killed."

"Yes, and I'm a wanted criminal already," She muttered and heard Killua snort at her side.

"Nothing to be proud of?" He slyly asked.

"Nothing to be proud of."

"Good, your snarkiness is back. I was worried I had to knock you out or something." Killua slid his hands back to his pocket while Sora blinked, realizing that his hand had been right behind her neck.

Had her bloodlust been that apparent?

"I lost my cool for a moment there," the girl huffed, ignoring how Aym cackled in delight. "Thanks for the precaution."

"I don't want a certain someone to be disqualified because she lost her cool when it wasn't even her fight," the white haired boy replied, his piercing eyes landing on her once more then gesturing to the arena. "So, tell me. Do you still believe he'll win after seeing this?"

"Yes," she replied without a beat, staring back at the boy from beneath her hood. "Gon is not the type to back down, you know that Killua."

As if on cue, Gon kicked Hanzo on the face and the man was sent flying backwards.

"See?" The girl grinned, enjoying the blank look marring the white haired boy's face and she patted his shoulder. "Have faith in him. He's going to turn the tides soon."

"If you're eighteen, then you're just four years older than me. Besides, this isn't a battle to see who's stronger, it's to see who's willing to surrender first," Gon announced, a clear burning determination in his eyes.

"I let you kick me," Hanzo grumbled while wiping the blood dripping down from his nose.

"LIAR!" Leorio screamed, pointing an accusing finger at the man and Sora felt the bubbling excitement in her chest.

The balance had tipped in Gon's favor.

"That was not a warning. It was a direct order. Was it too hard for you to understand? I'm quite happy to break it down for you," Hanzo said before pulling a blade out of his bandages.

"I'll cut off your legs so that they can't be reattached." He sliced the air.

"A permanent injury should open up your eyes to the current situation. But before we must resort to such things." He smiled darkly, raising his blade. "I want to hear you surrender."

"Well, that's a problem!" Gon declared.

A laughter ripped out of her throat while all the other participants stood there frozen. Killua stared at her as if she had lost her head.

"I don't want to have my legs cut off but I don't want to surrender either. How 'bout we find a different way to fight?" Gon asked, sincerity practically dripping from his honey brown eyes.

She wiped a tear from her eye. Her friend was truly amazing, she had no more words left to say.

"WHAT THE HELL? HAVE YOU NOT PAY ATTENTION?" Hanzo yelled in pure disbelief, nostrils flaring out and a giant tick mark appeared on his shiny forehead.

"Are you really making demands? You messin' with me?" Hanzo yelled further, waving his blade around before pointing it at the shorter male. "I'm seriously about to cut your legs off!"

"You do what you want but I won't give up," Gon announced with full conviction.

"Besides, if you cut my legs off then I'd probably just bleed to death," he added innocently before tilting his body to the side to look at the referee. "Masta-san, he'd be disqualified for that, right?"

"Uh..yes…"

Kurapika commented something about Gon being in control of the situation and she wholeheartedly agreed with that. Just a single kick and the black haired male had just flipped the whole atmosphere in the room.

"I told you so." Sora nudged her elbow back to Killua. "And stop frowning like that. Be happy for Gon, will you?"

The white haired boy looked at her in a daze. "How? Nothing has changed from the start. There's still a power gap between them."

"Not everything in this life is about skills," she said, shrugging, "Sometimes it just took a single jostle and the situation would tip in your favor."

She could recount all those times she had a pretty close call with all the Blacklist Hunters. The one time where she was outnumbered by twelve to one and by one small knock to the wall beside her, it had crumbled down to shield her escape.

Or that other time where the Hunter clearly far surpassed her not in just strength but clearly speed but she had used the moment he was distracted by the small chaos she created among the crowds to flee.

Or the time where she had been cornered on top of a three story building and she leaped off it without hesitation, successfully getting them off her track just with a little bit of a broken leg and ribs.

Come to think of it, she really was a slippery mouse, huh.

"You seemed to be speaking from experience," the assassin huffed, his shoulder sagging as if he had given up in trying to reason with the unpredictable direction the situation was going.

"I am," Sora answered lightly, smacking his arm and earning a loud hiss from the male. "It takes more than raw abilities to survive."

For her, it was just her desire to see another day.

For Gon, it was his own stubbornness.

"Which was why Gon would win. His thick headedness would make sure of it." Sora smiled, heart perfectly at ease despite the blade piercing Gon's forehead, drawing blood out that slid down all the way to his chin, a drop of blood reaching the ground.

The spiky haired male's gaze never faltered.

She saw Hanzo's eyes wavered and she knew Gon had won.

The ninja withdrew his blade and turned around. "Fine, you win."

Her heart burst in happiness and she let out a small 'yes', Killua whipping his head toward her while the whole room fell into a state of shock.

"I'm not allowed to kill you and I just can't think of another way to force you to surrender. So, I'll take my chances in the next round," Hanzo said, crossing his arms.

The incredulous look Killua was sending her nearly caused her to erupt into another fit of laughter but she bit her lips and smiled instead. "Now, do you believe me now?"

"But I don't understand. Hanzo must have had tons of other ways he could use to make Gon surrender," the white haired boy shook his head and Sora saw the brief self-doubt flashing in his eyes. "It doesn't make any sense."

Her eyes softened before she turned to look at that screaming match that happened between her stubborn friend and Hanzo that ended up with Gon being pummeled down to the other side of the room, out of cold for good this time.

"It doesn't have to make sense. Not everything can just be reasoned out with logic, you know?" Sora saw the frown deepen even further and huffed before gesturing toward Hanzo who was walking back to the sideline with a tilt of her head. "If you're still wondering, why don't you just go ask him then?"

And Killua did just that, earning both curious and concerned looks from the people around, Kurapika and Leorio particularly gave him a rather death stare.

Hanzo's answer only made her shake her head fondly at the boy, now resting after being taken to the infirmary like a sack of potatoes.

Not even having his arm broken could make him hate his torturer, huh? That was something she should definitely put in future settings even when it was easier said than done.

Not like she planned to be tortured, no.

"So did you get your answer then?" Sora asked the still frowning boy, the urge to flick the knitted brows spiked.

"...definitely not what I was expecting," Killua answered and finally, finally his face cleared up for a bit.

"You'll have to get used to the unexpected things in life then," she said, turning to the referee who was announcing the next match.

"Round two! Kurapika vs Hisoka!"

The match between the blond haired male and the mad clown ended as quickly as they began their scuffle. Hisoka had punched Kurapika which the male dodged a bit belatedly, nicking his cheek before leaning down to whisper something to the teen.

Sora didn't know what the pink haired man said but she could briefly see Kurapika's grey eyes turned red before Hisoka conceded, giving Kurapika the win.

"Round three! Pokkle vs Sora!"

It was her turn now.

The girl placed her bag and tonfa at the side when she spotted the orange haired male not carrying his own weapon. She had seen him that one time when they were done with the Third Phase and he was clearly carrying a bow and arrows. The girl concluded the lack of arrows might as well meant no weapon for him.

A fair fight is a must, no?

"Good luck," Killua whispered before she went to the arena and she nearly jumped at the sudden low tone in her ear, "Though, I'm pretty sure with your skills, you'd have an easy win."

Sora honestly felt touched with how the male was pretty confident in her unlike with Gon. But she saw him eyeing Pokkle boredly and figured that he probably didn't see any worth from the older guy. She didn't know what to feel about that honestly.

"Begin!" The referee yelled as soon as the both of them were in the center.

Instead of sprinting the other way like Gon did, Sora dashed toward the male the moment the signal started, taking the male by surprise. Long ranged weapon wielders usually have a weaker time once they have to fall into melee combat and she was taking advantage of that.

Much to her awe though, he managed to barely dodge when she swiped her leg underneath him and put on some distance between the two.

Darn, this was the second time a male ran away from her.

But he wasn't any faster than that #362 guy.

She immediately closed the gap between them, not allowing him a moment of rest, leg already raised high as she swung it to his side, sending him crashing down to the floor.

The kick probably broke a few of his ribs. He's not as hefty as that Umori dude she brought down that day.

"So," Sora started, plopping down on top of the man's back, his right wrist underneath her foot. "Unlike Hanzo I would only give you one warning."

She applied a bit of pressure to the stepped limb, feeling Pokkle stiffened underneath her.

"You could surrender now and you would have no more injuries other than those ribs I've probably broken," She said, tapping her chin, "Or refuse and I won't be responsible for the rest of the things I will do after this," she ended cheerfully.

"I see fingernails, your left wrist, your ankles, your knees…"

The girl could feel the man shake and knew she had gotten through his head. She had observed him during those three hours of torture Gon had to suffer and she had seen just how hard it affected him. Pokkle had been as pale as a sheet, fearful from probably wondering what would happen during his fight.

She could actually just battle the good ol way but she wanted to end it quickly.

"No answer? Then…" Sora hummed and twisted her foot lightly, careful not to really break it, just maybe a little bit of a bruise. "Shall we start with your wrist?"

"N-no, please! I surrender," the orange haired man croaked out almost immediately.

Now, that was the answer she was waiting for.

Sora got off him and helped him up, making sure to put a smile on her face. It only served to terrify the poor man even further. "Sorry 'bout that. I didn't mean to scare you."

She dusted off the dust from his dirtied robes, cocking her head and beamed. "Good luck with your next fight!"

"You've broken him, Sora." Killua snickered as soon as she took her place back beside the male, watching Pokkle still staring blankly at the floor. "No one would be okay after being threatened then coddled after that."

The girl crossed her arms, shrugging, tone dropping back to being impassive. "I did what I must. I just sprinkled a bit of that extra spice."

The white haired boy turned to look at her, a dark glint in his eyes. "Are you seriously going to torture him if he doesn't surrender though?"

"I never back down from my warning," she answered, "But he doesn't have Gon's tenacity so I knew I wouldn't have to do that."

"Your brain always went a few steps ahead, huh?" Killua mused and she saw faint awe flickering in his eyes.

The girl tugged her hood closer, not an attempt to hide her flaming cheeks really. "I just did what you called careful planning with the information I have."

The fourth match happened between Hisoka and Bodoro. It had been a pretty fierce fight between two skillful combatants but of course Hisoka came superior, knocking the older man to the ground. He whispered something to Bodoro's ear and the martial artist had sighed and admitted defeat.

What's with Hisoka knowing people's dirty secrets?

"Round five! Hanzo vs Pokkle!"

Sora pitied the poor guy because Hanzo had immediately resorted to using the same tactics he had delivered to Gon. By that, pinning the male to the ground and threatening to break his arm. Pokkle had surrendered even quicker than her fight.

To be pinned down by two people in a span of half hour. What a jackpot.

The match after that was between Killua and Pokkle because Bodoro hadn't recovered from his fight with Hisoka and Leorio requested his match to be postponed until the man was well enough. The white haired boy immediately surrendered and walked back to his place which Sora frowned at.

"You're just going to throw away your easy win?" She asked.

"I want an interesting fight, not an easy one," Killua replied coolly, putting hands behind his head. "It would even be better if I fight you instead of him."

"My chance to be a Hunter would be gone if I fight you, Killua," the girl grumbled, "Have mercy, will you?"

"Hey, at least you're already a Hunter," he shot back, "I still have more fights I could win anyway, no big deal."

"Round six! Gittarackur vs Killua!"

The moment the two stepped on the area, Sora knew something would go terribly wrong.

"It's been a while, Kil."

Killua looked at the man in surprise as the man began to pull out the needles on his face one by one. And once he finished pulling out all of them, a long, black haired man was standing at Gittarackur's place.

Killua's face morphed into terror and her blood ran cold.

No.

"Brother…" he whispered.

Killua wasn't supposed to be making those kinds of expressions.

"Hey," the long haired male simply said, tone devoid of any emotion.

"Killua's brother?" She heard Leorio mutter but her mind had blanked out, watching cold sweat dripped down from Killua's face.

Where's the confident prick she had grown accustomed to?

"I heard that you cut up mom and Milluki," Killua's brother said.

"I guess," her friend replied, a shaky smile on his face, clearly an attempt to calm himself down.

"Mom cried," Gittarackur said, tilting his head to the side.

"Anyone would cry if their son did that to them," Leorio commented.

"Tears of joy," the emotionless male interjected and Leorio fell down comically but she couldn't bring herself to laugh, not when her friend was frozen in his spot as if something had chained him to the ground.

She didn't like this one bit.

"She was so happy to see you've grown up. But she was worried about leaving you home, so she asked me to check up on you. What a coincidence. "I didn't know you wanted to be a Hunter. I'm trying to get a Hunter License for my next job."

"I don't really want to be a Hunter," Killua confessed, looking down to avoid his brother's gaze, "I just felt like taking the exam."

"I see..." Gittarackur said. The air thickened ever more as a new wave of killer intent leaked out of him. For a brief moment, the aura choked her, coiling down her throat as she gasped, dimly registering Kurapika's calming hand on her shoulder. The girl dug her fingers back on her palm and the pain awakened her.

"That's a relief. Then, I have some advice for you." His abyss eyes bored into Killua. "You're not cut out to be a Hunter. You were born to be a killer."

She saw Killua's eyes widened and anger bubbled inside her. What kind of hypocrisy bullshit was he spouting? He could go and waltz to get his Hunter License while Killua couldn't?

"You're a puppet of darkness, without passion. You don't want anything or wish for anything. As someone who only lives in the shadows, you can only feel pleasure when people die. That's how dad and I raised you. What would you accomplish by becoming a Hunter?"

"That's true, I don't desire to become a Hunter," Killua replied, sweat dripping down, "But I do have something that I want."

"You don't."

"I do!" Killua snapped, clenching his fists, his eyes snapping back up to meet those void gaze. "There's something I really want!"

"Tell me what it is that you want," the older male commanded.

Killua froze and looked down, his mouth opening and closing, clearly struggling to put together his messy thoughts.

"What's wrong? There's nothing you really want, is there?" He continued to taunt him and Sora felt the fiery urge in the back of her mind, and she dug her fingers deeper.

"That's not it!" Killua screamed. "I want to become friends with Gon and Sora. I'm sick of killing people. I want to become friends with Gon and Sora...and live a normal life. "

Something snapped inside her hearing that and the flood of emotion spilled out.

"You're already my friend, Killua! Gon would have said the same thing! Did you forget what I told you in the airship?" She yelled, watching the boy's eyes widened. "Didn't I say that I don't care about who you are?"

The girl felt the killing intent directed at her the moment those black eyes landed on her and she fought the urge to take a step back because there's no way she's going to do that when her friend was being continuously degraded disgusting creature called his own brother.

"That's impossible. Killua can't make any friends. It's in his blood to regard everything as something he could kill."

"Yeah? Then, you don't understand a single thing about Killua!" She argued, taking a step forward, her rage replacing all semblance of fear in her heart and chaos erupted somewhere behind her. "What was he supposed to do when all of his life, he had been dictated to be an assassin by a family full of ass and was never given a choice!"

And he was more, way more than the path that had been carved out for him.

She remembered the way his eyes shone with childish glee when he jumped down to get the spider eggs, the barely concealed joy in his eyes every time he managed to get under his skin, the pure disgusted look on his face when she cut open a rabbit's stomach, the stunned look on his face when she genuinely thanked him for giving her a sliver of light.

He had been a human, a simple boy, her friend.

Not a mindless puppet of destruction his family could control.

Sora gnashed her teeth. "Killua has his own life and desire and all of them are his, not yours to toy with! You dare to devalue his feelings once more and I'll rip your throat out!"

Her mind was whirring, her heart clenched and she blurted the things she had always wanted to tell the boy, anything to convince the male that he was nothing like what his brother was saying.

"I want to be friends with you too, Killua! It's not only you!" Sora screamed, desperate for her words to reach his blocked ears and she felt something wet trickling down her cheeks, her fists trembling at her sides as the white haired boy jerked his head toward her.

She had never been this emotional in her life.

"You don't know how happy I was when you declared you are my friend on the island! So, please stop listening to your worthless brother!"

The room fell into a silence from her outburst and she searched for any signs of her words getting through his muddled head. The girl saw the faint sheen of tears in his eyes and her heart nearly weeped. Her words had gotten through him.

"Now, that's a problem. You and Gon seemed to be Killua's weakness," Gittarackur mused before hitting his fist on his palm, "Oh, I know. I will kill them."

Everyone gasped at his declaration and Sora froze when the man turned toward her. "Then, I'll start with you."

Sora unknowingly took a fighting stance, her tonfa already glinting under the glaring light as she struggled to steady her trembling legs. The bloodlust was choking her, her hands clammy and her heart stuttered. Yet, she bared her teeth, the same time the madness inside her roared.

If she had to go down then she would go down while sinking her teeth to her teeth into his flesh.

"A killer doesn't need any friends." He raised his needles and a blast of killing intent once again filled the room as he took steps closer. "They'll only slow you down."

"Please wait! This match is still…" one of the committee members interrupted and Gittarackur threw out three needles at him. The girl saw the man's face bulged oddly and he fell to the ground. Clearly dead.

The long haired man closed the distance between them and Leorio and Kurapika took a stance in front of her. As much as she was grateful for the extra protection and support, she didn't want them valiantly sacrificing themselves to buy her some time while she was trying to figure out the way she could maybe dissuade the man from killing her.

A glance at the Chairman and an idea struck her.

"If you kill me or Gon, then you won't get your Hunter License," Sora reminded him, surprised that her voice came out steady enough and she locked eyes with the Chairman. "Isn't that right?"

"According to the rules, yes," he replied, eyeing the black haired man while stroking his beard.

The girl turned her attention back to the approaching man who stood frozen. "So, are you sure about that?"

She was clearly gambling with her options here. There's no certainty that the man would back down and instead, continue with his original goal. His monotonous tone made it hard for her to distinguish the real urgency of his need. Just like Hanzo said much earlier, he could kill her, fail and retake the exam next year.

Gittarackur pondered for a moment. "That's true. Killing them now will only make Kil pass automatically and I need a License for my job but…"

He smiled at Sora and was filled with intense dread. "No one said I can't kill you both outside the Hunter Exam, no?"

Killua's eyes met hers across the room and there was absolute fear and resignation inside them.

Sora was slapped with the sudden realization.

That was what the monster was aiming from the start.

"Killua, don't worry about me and Gon." She gritted her teeth, Leorio and Kurapika shuffling even closer to her. "He's bluffing. Don't listen to any of his words! Just focus on your battle! I'll be okay even outside of the Exam!"

She was begging, hoping that Killua got the idea that his brother wasn't serious with his words, that he never had any intention to kill them.

His answer plunged a knife deep into her heart.

"I surrender. I lost..." Killua declared and she saw the exact moment light faded away from his eyes.

No.

She refused to accept that look on him.

"That's good. Then the battle's over." Gittarackur clapped his hand. "Sora was right. I had been bluffing all this time. That was just a little test. To see if you would fight me for your friends but it seemed like you can't."

Her mind spun.

If only she wasn't here.

"You don't have any rights to make friends, Killua."

Then, Killua wouldn't have given up.

The moment Killua walked back to his spot, Sora immediately threw herself to the boy, hugging him tight and rubbing circles to his back to soothe the subtle tremors through his body. She felt the slightest twitch from him but he let her hug him.

Leorio and Kurapika both looked at them worriedly but she gave them a reassuring glance, giving them a nod to show that she could handle this.

"Killua," she whispered but he didn't utter a word and that was fine for her. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked at how broken the boy had become.

"You still have one more fight to go, okay Killua?" She continued to whisper in his ears, fighting to keep her voice as steady as possible. "You'll be a Hunter, we'll be a Hunter together, okay? I'm fine, your brother didn't do anything to me."

The girl felt the building bloodlust from the boy and merely hugged him tighter, caging him as close to her as possible within her arms. She couldn't allow him to be disqualified.

"If you want to kill people, kill me," she murmured, feeling his hand twitching followed by an exploding bloodlust and she prepared herself. "I can handle it."

The next second, Sora felt a hand plunge itself to her left shoulder and pain exploded through her body. She tried to blink away the black spots that danced around her vision but they merely worsened. Blood poured out from the deep stab, pooling the floor below and she blearily spotted chunks of maroon hair.

She knew the boy would aim for her heart. It had been wise to loosen her ankles.

"Sora!"

She didn't know who called, the voices were a mixture between Kurapika's and Leorio's, but she could register the moment the blue eyes cleared up. Replacing the haziness of his mind was pure horror.

"There you go," She exhaled shakily as her grip around him grew lax and her legs wobbled underneath her. "You'll be okay now."

Strange. The ground felt closer with the coming seconds.

Sora blinked one more time and found herself kissing the pool of her own blood, staring at the glaring light from above.

The girl heard more yells and rapid footsteps approaching but her attention was captured solely by one thing.

She never knew Killua's eyes were that pretty.

With that last thought in mind, she succumbed to the darkness.

Yeah, a major change from the original anime plot where Bodoro was supposed to be dead because I figured that Sora would notice that moment and tried to stop Killua anyway because her line of thoughts at the moment was "Killua killed, disqualified, no no. Me hurt, Killua not disqualified, yes yes."

She knew Killua would not settle on simply lashing out by hurting someone and would instantly go for the kill which was why she prepared herself to drop down because then the stab would miss her heart and hit her shoulder instead.

Oh yeah, why I used Gittarackur instead of Illumi. Well, it's as simple as Sora not knowing his real name.

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