dot hack//HUNTER
|by |Kura
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Chapter 4 : Four Realas
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The redhead shook his head at the sight of the two swordsmen bickering at each other before him. The insults and glares have lasted for an hour at most already, ever since they came across each other in different parts of the Meludia forests coincidentally. Coincidentally? It was quite strange to him that the three of them should be in the same place around the same time. The other two will not give him a reason for being there, though both of them looked quite nervous when he asked. He is even starting to wonder if they were there for a cause as same as him albeit he must admit that that is unlikely...
Curious to say, he was snapped out of his endless thinking by silence from his two companions. He looked up and found the swordsmen apart and quiet, the taller one sitting cross-legged on the ground by his feet, leaning against a tree that stood across from the one that the other smaller character was sitting atop of.
Sighing, Kurama stood up and crossed the little prairie, feeling Kuwabara's eyes on the back of his head, to stop beneath the branches Hiei was on. Crimson eyes were closed as if in sleep, though he knew all too well that players cannot do that while playing the game. Rest maybe, but not sleep. Checking in and 'sleeping' in inns meant temporary black-outs and recovery of status but nothing more. He called the name of the black-clad and haired figure who merely lifted one eyelid to look at him tiredly.
"What?"
Kurama shrugged and motioned for him to come down from his perch. Hiei complied, jumping down and landing easily and silently next to him. Glaring eyes met calm emerald ones, both of which turned wary the next second as a shout was heard coming from their third companion. Facing his direction, they saw another character, an archer wearing a simple yellow shirt with blue pants and black belt, wristbands on both wrists and his hair the color of obsidian yet having glints of green near the edge when it catches the light of the sun.
Narrowing his eyes, Hiei approached cautiously, knowing that this was Yuusuke. He has good reasons not to trust someone like him, a reala whose father is a raider. Really, how can one come up with such an iniquitous and conniving character? He might very well be a spy on them or...Hiei harbors no feelings of concern for the Scout Raiders, the group have long since manifested their abhorrence of realas even though they would not so openly admit it to The World, but he does, however, find the situation before him now...interesting. He wonders, who are father and son against? The raiders or their small party of realas? The occult? Doubtful...
Hiei pulled out of his thoughts and stopped in his almost automated walk when he felt a hand placed gently on his shoulder. The thought that he shouldn't have felt that touch passed flittingly through his mind before he looked up to see Kurama's green eyes glinting something akin to a warning. Hiei held that gaze for awhile, marveling at how the emeralds turned to sapphires at a blink and then back again, expressing the beholder's emotions so easily. He was transfixed, until a rather cocky voice broke the silence.
"So, the redhead is a reala," Yuusuke said and everyone in the small clearing turned to look at him. "I can see it in his eyes," he stated as if an explanation was necessary. "I beat Kuwabara up because I abhor players who rely on The World and turns the game into an escape from the reality."
At this, Kuwabara suddenly stood and brought his hand up, the tip of his sword halting just below Yuusuke's neck. A blur of black was seen at the corners of everyone's eyes and Hiei was standing beside the two, his sword raised as well, weight on Kuwabara's as he positioned it on top of the other's. Quickly he added pressure and the sword below fell on the ground with a shout from its owner.
"Hiei, what the hell do you think you're doing?!"
Now Hiei's sword was the one pointing at Yuusuke's neck. He growled at both characters as Kurama stepped up behind him with a confused look on his beautiful face, strands of blood-colored hair blowing freely in the wind. Quietly, evenly, he spoke in a controlled voice.
"And how do you know that this is our escape from reality?" he asked, glare directed at the next shortest. Yuusuke didn't reply and Hiei wasn't expecting him to. He continued with a sneer. "That's because you're like us, a reala, isn't it Yuusuke?"
Yuusuke looked up at them with glistening eyes, as if tears were threatening to fall, confirming the swordsman's words. Hiei snorted and lowered his sword as the idiot gaped at them. Behind him, Hiei heard Kurama gasp silently as the redhead moved a hand to reach for the character whose tears are starting to stream down his face. Recalling back on the events of last night and the files he has read on Yuusuke, or rather, Gon, he came up with the fact that Yuusuke was actually just a young child in the real world. Twelve years old to be exact. So young...A hidden smirk...just as young as Hiei actually is.
It must be hard pretending something you're not. This kid Gon, whoever he is, tries to be a bully in The World but is obviously a good kid in the real one. Hiei thought it over and made up his mind. This kid is too young, too innocent. Most probable is that he has no intentions in The World but to escape reality, just like him. It's even possible that he does not know of his father's involvement in The World as a raider and if so, the man didn't know of his son being a reala. If Raizen did, Yuusuke wouldn't be in front of them now.
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The rouge ran through the forest swiftly, his eyes darting from side to side, searching. This is Koenma's idea of fun? What if they don't find the realas before 1200 hours? Would they then leave and think of the message as someone's practical joke? What of the mission then? Of course, they don't expect them to come at all, but still there's the chance that some of them are coming...
...at 1200 hours in the heart of the forests Meludia...
How foolishly general in your words can you get?! The 'heart' is known only to the Scout Raiders!
Raizen seethed with anger as he hacked away on the vines with his dagger. The brunette had mentioned that it was all for a 'reason' but won't tell him what that 'reason' was. To hell with him. Him and his idea of 'fun'.If they fail now, who knows what may happen in The World, what the occult can accomplish? Koenma always had what seemed like outlandish ideas but this one was far on top of the list!
~*~
Yuusuke has finally calmed down, managing to gain back his cocky manners. Of course the three players surrounding him can see right through his mask. Kurama inwardly smiled, glad to know that underneath Yuusuke's tough-guy facade is just a kid, a troubled one maybe, but a kid nonetheless - and a possible friend.
If only he knew who this Yuusuke really is...
Noticing something out of the corner of his eye, he pointed to Kuwabara his sword that lay forgotten amidst the greenery. That wasn't the only thing he noticed though and a small frown appeared on his lips as he contemplated over the slight glare Hiei was giving Yuusuke. Wariness still swam around the two pools of blood that were Hiei's fiery crimson eyes. Kurama started to feel uneasy and fidgeted in place, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. Yuusuke seemed to have noticed this and smiled reassuringly at him, extending a hand for a shake. The thief smiled back at him brilliantly and took the hand offered, grasping it in a firm handshake and sealing their friendship.
"I'm sorry for the way I acted, Kuwabara," Yuusuke apologized, glancing at the taller character. He involuntarily flinched as something crossed his mind. "Uh...tho-your wounds, they didn't carry over to the real world, did they?" he asked uncertainly, dreading the reply which he knew all too well.
"Some of them," Kuwabara answered just as uncertainly but a smile soon graced his face. "Don't worry about it," he added, taking Yuusuke's hand as if it had been offered and shaking it vigorously.
Kurama looked at Kuwabara then and had a sudden mental image of last night, a certain young intern and his wound, a welt on his cheek. The one on Kuwabara's face was almost identical to that of Leorio's. Maybe-
No, that's highly unlikely. He shouldn't think of it that way, and even if it was true then so what? The fact was a minor one and very irrelevant, one he shouldn't bother himself with. However, there might come a time-
Hiei's grunt pulled Kurama out of his musings. It seems that the archer has tried to befriend him as well but he only shrugged it off. Then again, Hiei never was much of a socialist. It was even a rare instance that he only grunted at someone's offer of friendship - heaven knows what he and Kuwabara had to go through just to earn the diminutive swordsman's trust - and Hiei didn't really show any sign of refusal. That was good enough for Kurama and he gave Yuusuke a small nod to tell him that everything was fine.
"So now that we're all friends," Kuwabara started.
'Friends?' Kurama thought, discreetly raising an elegant eyebrow at the phrase. Now that's a new word. They were acquaintances in The World, yes, and a party, but never had any of the three of them dare to call the other two friends. Comrades, allies, even companions, but never friends. It was too intimate a word. Everything seems to have changed now though. He's beginning to wonder whether Yuusuke would bring them good luck or terrible fate.
"We get to do things together!" Kuwabara exclaimed gleefully like a hopeless idiot Hiei claims him to be really one.
A bit pressured, Kurama glanced to the side where his computer's clock is only visible to him and saw that it was nearly half an hour after 1200 hours. He turned back to his friends and did a quick little bow of apology. "Gomen nasai, Kuwabara, but whatever it is you are to do, I cannot join you. Yuusuke, it was nice meeting you. I have to go now. Ja." He started to walk away but a small but strong hand encircled his wrist, pulling him to stop.
"Where are you going, Kurama?"
He sighed and faced Hiei, knowing that it would be both pointless to run away or just plain tell a lie. "I think I'll need to quit the party," he said, looking at all three of them seriously. No one said anything and so he rushed on. "I just received a message from the Scout Raiders. I'll be helping them on their next mission. Normally I won't care to of course but Yomi has told me of this mission yesterday and I find it to my...well, I might just discover the answers I've been looking for if I help them on this one. The message told me to be here and that's why I came but didn't tell the two of you that I would be playing today."
Silence followed Kurama's long, rather hurried, statement. Silence that was broken by a deep laugh from a character hidden in the shadow of a tree. All four of them faced its direction and assumed defensive stances, ready to take on whoever it was. The person pushed off the tree's trunk on which it has been leaning against and stepped into the light to reveal himself.
"Yomi!" Kurama exclaimed as soon as he recognized who it was. He dropped his guard and strode towards the other thief, hitting him lightly on the head. "You scared us, don't you know? What are you doing here anyway?"
"What kind of question is that?" Yomi asked in a tone Kurama couldn't quite read. "Haven't you just said the reason yourself? Or have you forgotten that I'm a raider?" He walked towards the other three, giving each of them a scrutinizing lookover. "It looks like all of you are here already. To tell you the truth I didn't expect any to come."
"All of us?" Hiei repeated sharply, fighting back the urge to strangle the black-haired raider before him. Instead, he shifted his eyes to Kurama who was looking at him with a question in those deep green eyes. A slight shake of his head failed to vanquish his comrade's worrying and he resorted to fixing his gaze on the trees around them. Something caught his attention and he watched with mild interest as someone with blue hair rode away on top of her grunty.
"All of you, our dear rea-"
"We're anything but dear and yours," snapped Hiei, his eyes meeting Yomi's with a dangerous glint in it only realas can ever dream of making evident within the game. He crossed his arms across his chest and spared each of his three companions a glance before continuing. "Just tell us what the hell is going on in here. As far as I can guess, Kuwabara and Yuusuke have received the same mails as Kurama and I, am I right?"
~*~
"Koenma-sama!" Botan exclaimed, pulling her grunty to a stop in front of her brunette leader. Koenma looked up at her, the faint green glow surrounding the end of the staff he held with his right hand fading quickly.
"Botan, have you found them yet?" he asked her as she dismounted, flashing him a smile.
"Hai! Yomi-san found them together with Yuusuke...Koenma-sama, that was what fun you were talking about this morning! Did you know they will meet each other?" she said accusingly, though smile still in place.
"Yes, all would be easier if they take Yuusuke into their group first," he answered lightly, not really thinking of it. He looked back at her seriously then and took something out of his pocket, a green stone. "Here, use this Search Stone to find the others and call them to the 'heart', Botan," he instructed, thrusting it into the palm of her hand. "I'll fetch Yomi and our...new friends...and meet you there."
"Yes, Koenma!"
~*~
The cave of Irima is a known spot for suicide among The World players. Either that, or a total waste of their time. Many have been lost in it, the obscure labyrinth going deep into the earth. Water floods many of its countless tunnels and passageways, the cave walls nothing but blockades to the raging waters of the Kuro River, the river of the dark underground. The maze itself contains no save-off points, save perhaps its end which only four players, the spawns of darkness, has ever reached.
"Itsuki, we've got mail."
Sensui sat on the couch, his eyes trained at the empty space in front of him where his command panel is open only for him to see. The bottle green-haired character came to sit down next to him, bringing up his own command panel, and pressing air to open his mailbox. Beside him, Sensui made some motions in the air as well with his hands, forwarding the message which he received moments after.
***Dark Angel (and Gatekeeper, if ever),
None of the other raiders will be going with us, this job should be no problem. All of our realas are here, except for the one with the username Kuroune. I've already asked Hiei about him, but he said he didn't know where he is and hasn't seen him for awhile now. We can use Yuusuke, that new reala I've told you about already - he's coming with us anyway.
I'm going now. Yomi and I will meet up with you later in the forests of Araneae. See you then.
Reminiscence***
Itsuki heaved a sigh of relief and closed his command panel, facing Sensui.
"Ever wonder why she calls herself 'Reminiscence'?"
~*~
Standard Disclaimers Applied. I don't own HxH/YYH and the concept of this story, as well as some of the terms and the game 'The World', was taken from the .hack series which I don't own too.
gruntylike chocobos in the gam Final Fantasy, grunties are used as means of transportation in 'The World'.
|by |Kura
~*~
Chapter 4 : Four Realas
~*~
The redhead shook his head at the sight of the two swordsmen bickering at each other before him. The insults and glares have lasted for an hour at most already, ever since they came across each other in different parts of the Meludia forests coincidentally. Coincidentally? It was quite strange to him that the three of them should be in the same place around the same time. The other two will not give him a reason for being there, though both of them looked quite nervous when he asked. He is even starting to wonder if they were there for a cause as same as him albeit he must admit that that is unlikely...
Curious to say, he was snapped out of his endless thinking by silence from his two companions. He looked up and found the swordsmen apart and quiet, the taller one sitting cross-legged on the ground by his feet, leaning against a tree that stood across from the one that the other smaller character was sitting atop of.
Sighing, Kurama stood up and crossed the little prairie, feeling Kuwabara's eyes on the back of his head, to stop beneath the branches Hiei was on. Crimson eyes were closed as if in sleep, though he knew all too well that players cannot do that while playing the game. Rest maybe, but not sleep. Checking in and 'sleeping' in inns meant temporary black-outs and recovery of status but nothing more. He called the name of the black-clad and haired figure who merely lifted one eyelid to look at him tiredly.
"What?"
Kurama shrugged and motioned for him to come down from his perch. Hiei complied, jumping down and landing easily and silently next to him. Glaring eyes met calm emerald ones, both of which turned wary the next second as a shout was heard coming from their third companion. Facing his direction, they saw another character, an archer wearing a simple yellow shirt with blue pants and black belt, wristbands on both wrists and his hair the color of obsidian yet having glints of green near the edge when it catches the light of the sun.
Narrowing his eyes, Hiei approached cautiously, knowing that this was Yuusuke. He has good reasons not to trust someone like him, a reala whose father is a raider. Really, how can one come up with such an iniquitous and conniving character? He might very well be a spy on them or...Hiei harbors no feelings of concern for the Scout Raiders, the group have long since manifested their abhorrence of realas even though they would not so openly admit it to The World, but he does, however, find the situation before him now...interesting. He wonders, who are father and son against? The raiders or their small party of realas? The occult? Doubtful...
Hiei pulled out of his thoughts and stopped in his almost automated walk when he felt a hand placed gently on his shoulder. The thought that he shouldn't have felt that touch passed flittingly through his mind before he looked up to see Kurama's green eyes glinting something akin to a warning. Hiei held that gaze for awhile, marveling at how the emeralds turned to sapphires at a blink and then back again, expressing the beholder's emotions so easily. He was transfixed, until a rather cocky voice broke the silence.
"So, the redhead is a reala," Yuusuke said and everyone in the small clearing turned to look at him. "I can see it in his eyes," he stated as if an explanation was necessary. "I beat Kuwabara up because I abhor players who rely on The World and turns the game into an escape from the reality."
At this, Kuwabara suddenly stood and brought his hand up, the tip of his sword halting just below Yuusuke's neck. A blur of black was seen at the corners of everyone's eyes and Hiei was standing beside the two, his sword raised as well, weight on Kuwabara's as he positioned it on top of the other's. Quickly he added pressure and the sword below fell on the ground with a shout from its owner.
"Hiei, what the hell do you think you're doing?!"
Now Hiei's sword was the one pointing at Yuusuke's neck. He growled at both characters as Kurama stepped up behind him with a confused look on his beautiful face, strands of blood-colored hair blowing freely in the wind. Quietly, evenly, he spoke in a controlled voice.
"And how do you know that this is our escape from reality?" he asked, glare directed at the next shortest. Yuusuke didn't reply and Hiei wasn't expecting him to. He continued with a sneer. "That's because you're like us, a reala, isn't it Yuusuke?"
Yuusuke looked up at them with glistening eyes, as if tears were threatening to fall, confirming the swordsman's words. Hiei snorted and lowered his sword as the idiot gaped at them. Behind him, Hiei heard Kurama gasp silently as the redhead moved a hand to reach for the character whose tears are starting to stream down his face. Recalling back on the events of last night and the files he has read on Yuusuke, or rather, Gon, he came up with the fact that Yuusuke was actually just a young child in the real world. Twelve years old to be exact. So young...A hidden smirk...just as young as Hiei actually is.
It must be hard pretending something you're not. This kid Gon, whoever he is, tries to be a bully in The World but is obviously a good kid in the real one. Hiei thought it over and made up his mind. This kid is too young, too innocent. Most probable is that he has no intentions in The World but to escape reality, just like him. It's even possible that he does not know of his father's involvement in The World as a raider and if so, the man didn't know of his son being a reala. If Raizen did, Yuusuke wouldn't be in front of them now.
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The rouge ran through the forest swiftly, his eyes darting from side to side, searching. This is Koenma's idea of fun? What if they don't find the realas before 1200 hours? Would they then leave and think of the message as someone's practical joke? What of the mission then? Of course, they don't expect them to come at all, but still there's the chance that some of them are coming...
...at 1200 hours in the heart of the forests Meludia...
How foolishly general in your words can you get?! The 'heart' is known only to the Scout Raiders!
Raizen seethed with anger as he hacked away on the vines with his dagger. The brunette had mentioned that it was all for a 'reason' but won't tell him what that 'reason' was. To hell with him. Him and his idea of 'fun'.If they fail now, who knows what may happen in The World, what the occult can accomplish? Koenma always had what seemed like outlandish ideas but this one was far on top of the list!
~*~
Yuusuke has finally calmed down, managing to gain back his cocky manners. Of course the three players surrounding him can see right through his mask. Kurama inwardly smiled, glad to know that underneath Yuusuke's tough-guy facade is just a kid, a troubled one maybe, but a kid nonetheless - and a possible friend.
If only he knew who this Yuusuke really is...
Noticing something out of the corner of his eye, he pointed to Kuwabara his sword that lay forgotten amidst the greenery. That wasn't the only thing he noticed though and a small frown appeared on his lips as he contemplated over the slight glare Hiei was giving Yuusuke. Wariness still swam around the two pools of blood that were Hiei's fiery crimson eyes. Kurama started to feel uneasy and fidgeted in place, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. Yuusuke seemed to have noticed this and smiled reassuringly at him, extending a hand for a shake. The thief smiled back at him brilliantly and took the hand offered, grasping it in a firm handshake and sealing their friendship.
"I'm sorry for the way I acted, Kuwabara," Yuusuke apologized, glancing at the taller character. He involuntarily flinched as something crossed his mind. "Uh...tho-your wounds, they didn't carry over to the real world, did they?" he asked uncertainly, dreading the reply which he knew all too well.
"Some of them," Kuwabara answered just as uncertainly but a smile soon graced his face. "Don't worry about it," he added, taking Yuusuke's hand as if it had been offered and shaking it vigorously.
Kurama looked at Kuwabara then and had a sudden mental image of last night, a certain young intern and his wound, a welt on his cheek. The one on Kuwabara's face was almost identical to that of Leorio's. Maybe-
No, that's highly unlikely. He shouldn't think of it that way, and even if it was true then so what? The fact was a minor one and very irrelevant, one he shouldn't bother himself with. However, there might come a time-
Hiei's grunt pulled Kurama out of his musings. It seems that the archer has tried to befriend him as well but he only shrugged it off. Then again, Hiei never was much of a socialist. It was even a rare instance that he only grunted at someone's offer of friendship - heaven knows what he and Kuwabara had to go through just to earn the diminutive swordsman's trust - and Hiei didn't really show any sign of refusal. That was good enough for Kurama and he gave Yuusuke a small nod to tell him that everything was fine.
"So now that we're all friends," Kuwabara started.
'Friends?' Kurama thought, discreetly raising an elegant eyebrow at the phrase. Now that's a new word. They were acquaintances in The World, yes, and a party, but never had any of the three of them dare to call the other two friends. Comrades, allies, even companions, but never friends. It was too intimate a word. Everything seems to have changed now though. He's beginning to wonder whether Yuusuke would bring them good luck or terrible fate.
"We get to do things together!" Kuwabara exclaimed gleefully like a hopeless idiot Hiei claims him to be really one.
A bit pressured, Kurama glanced to the side where his computer's clock is only visible to him and saw that it was nearly half an hour after 1200 hours. He turned back to his friends and did a quick little bow of apology. "Gomen nasai, Kuwabara, but whatever it is you are to do, I cannot join you. Yuusuke, it was nice meeting you. I have to go now. Ja." He started to walk away but a small but strong hand encircled his wrist, pulling him to stop.
"Where are you going, Kurama?"
He sighed and faced Hiei, knowing that it would be both pointless to run away or just plain tell a lie. "I think I'll need to quit the party," he said, looking at all three of them seriously. No one said anything and so he rushed on. "I just received a message from the Scout Raiders. I'll be helping them on their next mission. Normally I won't care to of course but Yomi has told me of this mission yesterday and I find it to my...well, I might just discover the answers I've been looking for if I help them on this one. The message told me to be here and that's why I came but didn't tell the two of you that I would be playing today."
Silence followed Kurama's long, rather hurried, statement. Silence that was broken by a deep laugh from a character hidden in the shadow of a tree. All four of them faced its direction and assumed defensive stances, ready to take on whoever it was. The person pushed off the tree's trunk on which it has been leaning against and stepped into the light to reveal himself.
"Yomi!" Kurama exclaimed as soon as he recognized who it was. He dropped his guard and strode towards the other thief, hitting him lightly on the head. "You scared us, don't you know? What are you doing here anyway?"
"What kind of question is that?" Yomi asked in a tone Kurama couldn't quite read. "Haven't you just said the reason yourself? Or have you forgotten that I'm a raider?" He walked towards the other three, giving each of them a scrutinizing lookover. "It looks like all of you are here already. To tell you the truth I didn't expect any to come."
"All of us?" Hiei repeated sharply, fighting back the urge to strangle the black-haired raider before him. Instead, he shifted his eyes to Kurama who was looking at him with a question in those deep green eyes. A slight shake of his head failed to vanquish his comrade's worrying and he resorted to fixing his gaze on the trees around them. Something caught his attention and he watched with mild interest as someone with blue hair rode away on top of her grunty.
"All of you, our dear rea-"
"We're anything but dear and yours," snapped Hiei, his eyes meeting Yomi's with a dangerous glint in it only realas can ever dream of making evident within the game. He crossed his arms across his chest and spared each of his three companions a glance before continuing. "Just tell us what the hell is going on in here. As far as I can guess, Kuwabara and Yuusuke have received the same mails as Kurama and I, am I right?"
~*~
"Koenma-sama!" Botan exclaimed, pulling her grunty to a stop in front of her brunette leader. Koenma looked up at her, the faint green glow surrounding the end of the staff he held with his right hand fading quickly.
"Botan, have you found them yet?" he asked her as she dismounted, flashing him a smile.
"Hai! Yomi-san found them together with Yuusuke...Koenma-sama, that was what fun you were talking about this morning! Did you know they will meet each other?" she said accusingly, though smile still in place.
"Yes, all would be easier if they take Yuusuke into their group first," he answered lightly, not really thinking of it. He looked back at her seriously then and took something out of his pocket, a green stone. "Here, use this Search Stone to find the others and call them to the 'heart', Botan," he instructed, thrusting it into the palm of her hand. "I'll fetch Yomi and our...new friends...and meet you there."
"Yes, Koenma!"
~*~
The cave of Irima is a known spot for suicide among The World players. Either that, or a total waste of their time. Many have been lost in it, the obscure labyrinth going deep into the earth. Water floods many of its countless tunnels and passageways, the cave walls nothing but blockades to the raging waters of the Kuro River, the river of the dark underground. The maze itself contains no save-off points, save perhaps its end which only four players, the spawns of darkness, has ever reached.
"Itsuki, we've got mail."
Sensui sat on the couch, his eyes trained at the empty space in front of him where his command panel is open only for him to see. The bottle green-haired character came to sit down next to him, bringing up his own command panel, and pressing air to open his mailbox. Beside him, Sensui made some motions in the air as well with his hands, forwarding the message which he received moments after.
***Dark Angel (and Gatekeeper, if ever),
None of the other raiders will be going with us, this job should be no problem. All of our realas are here, except for the one with the username Kuroune. I've already asked Hiei about him, but he said he didn't know where he is and hasn't seen him for awhile now. We can use Yuusuke, that new reala I've told you about already - he's coming with us anyway.
I'm going now. Yomi and I will meet up with you later in the forests of Araneae. See you then.
Reminiscence***
Itsuki heaved a sigh of relief and closed his command panel, facing Sensui.
"Ever wonder why she calls herself 'Reminiscence'?"
~*~
Standard Disclaimers Applied. I don't own HxH/YYH and the concept of this story, as well as some of the terms and the game 'The World', was taken from the .hack series which I don't own too.
gruntylike chocobos in the gam Final Fantasy, grunties are used as means of transportation in 'The World'.