"Give me the details after a much needed nap" she grumbled before vanishing into shadows.

Kuroro smirked, plans were falling into place. Just a little bit more and he will have her for the picking, he just needed to make sure that Hisoka and no one else threw a wrench into the works.

Chapter 15

"Hey Z!" a cheerful voice interrupted her peaceful thoughts. She looked up towards Phinks, the go happy blonde waving madly at her with a wide grin. Beside him, the short black hair, fetain glared.

"What fucking drugs are you on?" she asked, also glaring at the hyper active male.

"I think it called 'EM'" fetain muttered dryly with a roll of the eyes. The dark haired pair sharing a distain toward the blonde happy attitude.

After the night out, phinks and Em have become an item of sorts... She wasn't too sure of the specifics as she had drowned out the hyper active bluette chatting when the women had broken the news. The women, also new that phinks was part of the ryodan – that cat was out of the bag on day one, as it's pretty hard to hide your tattoo when your stark naked.

Another thing Em had told her in great detail when the women demanded her to come to her shop. Z would have been scarred for life if not for what she had already seen.

Z sighed, leaving the blonde in LaLa she turned towards fetain, "who else is coming to this shithole?"

"Us, dancho, paku and machi" he stated glancing towards the house in the distance.

Their meeting place was at the bottom of a long driveway. In the distance you could make out the tops of a large glorious manor house – looking at it you wouldn't think that the place was haunted. The trees and surrounding plants were bursting with life you found during spring. She could hear the sounds of small animals and insects in the undergrowth – another sign that this place isn't haunted. But that could change the closer they got to the building.

Dark eyes narrowed as she examined the building.

It looked too nice.

Cream painted walls looking perfect from the distance, the flowers in the pots surrounding the entrance watered and thriving – no weeds in sight. The house itself inviting you into is reapers grip. From here, she couldn't sense any of the dead, thought it might change once she entered the building and it didn't look like your stereotypical haunted house either. That's for sure. Something wasn't right and she couldn't put her finger on it.

"Good you're all here" his voice broke through her thoughts.

Kuroro stood before them, Machi and Paku flanking his sides. "So what's the situation with this place? Cant sense anyone" phinks questioned gesturing towards the building.

"I'm glad you ask" kuroro said walking slowly up the drive with the group Z by his side, "the last owner disappeared over six months ago, presumed dead. She wasn't the only one. Since the first owners disappeared over a decade ago leaving there treasure behind, anyone whose lived in the house or have tried to rob it had neither vanished or been found dead in the land, only one managing to get to the end of the driveway"

"That explains why Z is here then – you don't think its haunted?" phinks shuddered at the thought, breathing into light why she was here in the first place it was a Ryodan job after all.

"Just a precaution" kuroro stated simply. "The one who died in the driveway last words were suggesting that the house was haunted – that the treasure belonged to the house after that hes gut slit along the road…"

Z frowned, before glancing back towards the end of the driveway, what exactly did this man say? And why wasn't he chained to his place of dead, how it sounded was like the perfect example of how a grounded spirit came to be. A violent death, with a strange cause in a particular place.

She quickly returned her attention to the house before them. The doorway looming up behind them. On closer inspection the painted cream walls were cracked and patchy, like someone had been repainting it and hadn't completed the job. The plants were wilted with weeds growing here and there, with a few climbing up the paint cracked walls. The distance hiding the true run down state on the building, making you lower your guard at the beautiful but empty building. The door was made out of a pale brown wood, but it was the handle that caught her attention.

It was a dark brown with hints of red, but you could see sliver shine thought the darken colour.

It was like a hand print in old dried blood.

But she couldn't be too sure.

Not touching the handle she pushed the door open, checking the handle on the other side. Sliver. It was a shiny silver that looked to have been recently polished. Something wasn't adding up here, her frown deepened as she took in the room.

It looked lived in.

Not a speck of dust to be seen. Something was not right, "you sai-"

"What are you doing in my house?" a voice cut her question off.

Black hues focussed on the figure, a women slowly making her way down a staircase before them. She a golden blonde locks, a pair of dull blue eyes and was wearing a fine pale green dress that was cut off at the knees.

Z's eyes narrowed at the figure before the thin hairs on the back of her neck rose. Turning, she looked to the right down into a shadow filled corridor. The shadows grew, seeming to drag her tonight the depts of the abyss, the sensation grew as a deep voice hissed. "It's mine, mine..." The hissing growing louder in her ears, to the point of the bellowing sound overpowering her senses, the freezing the blood bumping though her body. "Mine ALL MINE!"

"Z?" a voice broke through her trance like state. She blinked turning towards kuroro who was giving her a blank look. "Come, she invited us to tea"

Z nodded, turning her back to the shadowy corridor she followed kuroro through the maze of the strange manor. It seems the troupe head had manage to persuade the owner order into letting them stay.

"I thought this place was empty?" she muttered so the dark haired male could hear.

"It seems shalnart information was wrong" he consider before stepping up towards the blonde lady. "How long have you live in this house for?" his honey-coated voice asked.

"Only a few days" the women responded, giving there group a smile, "I'm actually glad for the company, on my own in this large old house can be quite haunting…" a flash of confusion drifting across her face before being quickly replaced by a smile. "Thank the fates your car broke outside the driveway! Though I'm not sure whether the phone line is up and running just yet"

Oh so that was the lie we told them… Z thought dully as her eyes scanned the group. Looking for anything out of place.

They flicker back towards the women, her sight filtering out and in focus when she tried to examine the figure leading them. Something wasn't right what so ever. She had so little presence – so small for even for non-nen users, it was like the women was in a constant state of zetsu.

Internally sighing she trailed behind the troupe, black hues glazing over the hall way. It was dusty and dark from yellowing lights having not being used in a while. She paused, just outside the doorway the troupe had filed in. listening intently at the creaking sounds of the old house.

Thud.

She cocked her head slightly, in the direction of the noise.

Thud.

There is was again, lounder this time as whatever is was drew near. Eyes narrowed, as a hand gripped the sliver blade in her pocket. She looked downwards, face passive as a green ball rolled towards her, bouncing against her foot gently.

"Z? You okay?" phinks questioned the quite women.

"I'm fine" she mutter, kicking the ball in the direction it had come from, before stepping into the room.

"Take a seat, and I shall return with some tea" the women stated cheerily before leaving them to themselves. As the door closed shut behind them Z spoke, "what's her name?"

Silence filled the room, as her question sunk in, "I think…" phinks started before pausing.

"She did tell us" paku pointed out from her seat on the sofa.

"That she did" mutter machi

"It's Like it's on the tip of my tongue, but I can't quite seem to remember it" kuroro concluded, stepping over to a book shelve.

Z frowned, arms crossing over her chest. "I don't like this bloody house" she stated simply earning a snigger from phinks.

"What? You don't like the house? Is it too normal for you?"

She glared at phinks from where she stood, "stay together in twos, and carry sliver. Be vary, even your own senses can be played against you" she warned her tone dripping with an Icey warning.

Phinks gulped, before laughing it off. "Relax Z! This will go smoothly!"

"Don't blame me if you lose your guts" she bluntly stated, stepping besides the ryodan head. She had a theory. A theory that may or may not be right. Better safe than sorry.

Hopefully it would be confirmed by night fall.

Soon the women returned with boiling hot tea, sitting down besides phinks happily chatting away with the troupe as they asked question. Herself staying quite in a shadowy corner observing the situation at hand, the sinking feeling in her stomach growing like a heavy stone. Just patiently waiting for that stone to drop.

"This is quite a big house" paku stated, "I wouldn't be surprise if it had any balcony, I'm sure this style of building would have some."

"You're correct, there are a few balconies. Would you like to see them?" the still unnamed women asked, standing from her seat.

"That would be lovely."

The group followed, looking for any indications for a hidden door or something to relive were the hidden treasure would be. Z watched as the blonde women, opened the glass doors before gesturing them to take a look.

Z stood beside the women. Still lingering on the threshold, "wouldn't you like to step out for some fresh air? The house is quite dusty, it would be good for your lungs" Z stated gesturing for the women to take a step forward.

The women went to take a step over the threshold, before a filter of shadow crossed her face. Shaking her head, the shadow vanished like it never was there. "No. I am fine"

The dead weight in her stomach grew.

-X Time skip X-

It was now evening, and the weight in her stomach had twisted as uneasiness grew. This house wasn't right. The people in this house wasn't right – including herself and the troupe. Her makeshift theory, was becoming more and more likely to be reality.

Moreover, the group were still nowhere near finding were this treasure was hidden.

"Here you go, feel free to use these rooms for this evening. There the only guest rooms free at the moment hope you don't mind sharing, my friends were supposed to come help me but they haven't turned up yet"

Currently the troupe and Z were in the main guest room on the bottom floor of the manor, having been given a relaxed - very vague tour of the full manor itself. Maybe tomorrow would hold more fruits.

As the women bid them goodnight, Z frowned at the way too relaxed troupe. "I don't fucking like this house" Z spoke breaking the silence, "there are a lot of fucking issues and I'm not just talking about this fucking house."

"What are you talking about?" asked machi, kuroro stood still watching Z, as something clicked in his mind.

"Does none of this feels fucking wrong to you?"

"Nope not really, like the house is kind of run downed, but the lady's nice" phinks countered.

"The lady you still can't remember the name of? What about her fucking face? Can you describe that? Or is it just a blurry face in the back of your mind?"

Her question was met with silence.

So she continued, the questions that plagued her mind since the beginning.

"Since when have the fucking phantom troupe been a bunch of fucking softies? Why isn't she dead? If she was we wouldn't have being chatting like fucking old friends catching up after an accidently meet up!" she growled, "She's only being 'living' here a few fucking days! She not going to know the bloody in's and out's of the fucking house in that time. So I will ask again, why isn't she dead? Why haven't you killed her off as someone in the way for a bigger prize, it's not like you won't get away with it. This is a murder house remember. It wouldn't make much of a difference if another body was found"

Her statement was met with shocked silence.

"Shall I tell you something interested? You don't tend to want to murder what's already dead"

to be continued...

hi all!

sorry i was supposed to update yesterday... i kinda fell asleep oops

soo it turns out the house has internet.. just really bad one - soo i wont be updating as much as i like! :(

sorry if the chapters shitty, anyway i can improve? like were the characters right or what?

please tell us what you think?!

love hearing ya comments!

hoping to update soon!

happy hunting xx