Mask
Chapter 1
Senritsu entered the room quietly, sitting on the couch that lined one wall of the small room. Neither of its two conscious occupants greeted her although Killua did acknowledge her presence with a simple side-glance. Gon seemed oblivious to his surroundings, both of his large brown eyes trained on the sleeping figure upon the bed. She sighed inaudibly. He wasn't really sleeping, he was unconscious, but the term seemed less alarming and more fitting for the untroubled look on his face.
Closing her eyes, she leaned against the back of the couch and tried to relax. She didn't get much sleep last night, having spent most of it away worrying over Kurapika. Apparently, neither had her two friends. And by the heartbeats reaching her ears, they obviously have the same lines of thoughts as hers: What to do now? Where do we go? Will Kurapika be all right? When will he wake up?
Though those anxieties are only of the immediate. The real predicament they are yet to face is how to keep their friend alive. Even if all of them are to flank him incessantly, it is not unlikely for something to happen to him, courtesy of the Genei Ryodan of course. It is even a wonder he has managed to live through the night. Normally the Spiders would not take to any delays or to any hesitations. With their leader gone, their own hatred towards the chain-user will only consume them and their next target would be…
Senritsu bit on her lower lip to prevent herself from crying out. With tremendous willpower she forced the notion to a blank space at the back of her mind for further contemplation later and concentrated instead to finding out how the others are taking the situation, aside from distressing that is.
Gon, though wearing his usual apple-green outfit, hasn't on his usual grin however. He was upset. The fact is most evident upon his eyes that naturally hold all the happiness in the world but are reflecting only sorrow now. Being upset and being worried, no matter how similar, are still two different things, and Senritsu is yet to figure out what made him the former. Albeit not a very hard task given that this is Gon, the kid who thinks too much of his friends for his own good. Something must be troubling him, something with no relation to the Genei Ryodan but with Kurapika himself.
Killua, on the other hand, has managed to retain his seemingly indifferent ways toward other people's welfare. He looked cool and calm, leaning against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest, his gaze unwavering. However, hearts cannot lie and Senritsu can hear the soft beating of circumspection emanating from the youth. Being an assassin, fear is habitually unknown to him, yet, whether he would want to admit it or not, standing as the strongest one of them now, consequently he would feel the need and the responsibility to be the one to watch over them and protect them.
And speaking of watching over and protecting and such, where is the eldest of the group? Unless she is very much mistaken, someone significant is missing…
***
Machi sat in one corner of the abandoned building, talking with Shizuku, Bonorenolf and Coltopi, speaking in a hushed voice of what she knows of Leorio, this supposed new leader and cousin to Kuroro. Her voice didn't really carry very far, just within their small circle, but he heard him nonetheless from where he sat with his exceptionally keen sense of hearing, albeit he chose to remain apathetic to her words for they truly meant nothing to him. Beside him sat Phinx and Shalnark, filling him in on what has happened, both unaware that he knows already of most of what they are saying and at points even more. He half-listened to what they talk of, if only for the possibility of spotting any way to prevent his Spider from hunting down and finishing his former friends.
Tuning out the two's voices completely, he inwardly laughed at himself mockingly. 'His Spider' and 'former friends', has he assumed the position of Leader so easily and at such a short span of time? Another laugh. They will never know, never learn who he really is if he can help it. They have never asked before what his whole name is, haven't they? Of course, that didn't mean anything since he really didn't carry the name of Rucilful, Kuroro being a relative in his mother side, but if they researched hard enough, they'll discover that he originally comes from Star City. Crap. Another small note they've never bothered to try and know, his hometown and origin. Luck has always been on his side though all of them think otherwise. He wonders what will become of Gon and Killua, if they'll ever attempt to track him down. And Kurapika…the thought of him being related to the people who have hurt his angel so much in the past has never failed to make him flinch. Gods, if the other knew that he's the-
No, that's not right. He should no longer think of the flaxen boy, it would do neither of them good to do so. He holds responsibility of the Spiders now whether it suits him or not and his friends and love are nothing now but a part of the past, his memories of the illusion he so foolishly thought he can live in forever.
He has to lead his true life now. He will have to forget them.
...but the question is 'how'?
***
Kura: Uh, sorry for the lack of updates, guys. You can't kill me because I'm already dead. The reason behind all is I just got the first flame of my writing career and I'm still experiencing the side-effect which is to greatly doubt my skills. *sigh* I'm pathetic.
Gomen nasai. I'm sure pixie-atme won't take lightly to me ranting here too. I'm focusing on Mask, Destiny's Game, and other leopika fics for the months of April and May by the way so be at peace, minna-san. My other works shall be put on hold for these and for you. ^^
Standard Disclaimers Applied. You know who owns HxH and its characters. And of course the idea is by the wonderful pixie-atme.
Chapter 1
Senritsu entered the room quietly, sitting on the couch that lined one wall of the small room. Neither of its two conscious occupants greeted her although Killua did acknowledge her presence with a simple side-glance. Gon seemed oblivious to his surroundings, both of his large brown eyes trained on the sleeping figure upon the bed. She sighed inaudibly. He wasn't really sleeping, he was unconscious, but the term seemed less alarming and more fitting for the untroubled look on his face.
Closing her eyes, she leaned against the back of the couch and tried to relax. She didn't get much sleep last night, having spent most of it away worrying over Kurapika. Apparently, neither had her two friends. And by the heartbeats reaching her ears, they obviously have the same lines of thoughts as hers: What to do now? Where do we go? Will Kurapika be all right? When will he wake up?
Though those anxieties are only of the immediate. The real predicament they are yet to face is how to keep their friend alive. Even if all of them are to flank him incessantly, it is not unlikely for something to happen to him, courtesy of the Genei Ryodan of course. It is even a wonder he has managed to live through the night. Normally the Spiders would not take to any delays or to any hesitations. With their leader gone, their own hatred towards the chain-user will only consume them and their next target would be…
Senritsu bit on her lower lip to prevent herself from crying out. With tremendous willpower she forced the notion to a blank space at the back of her mind for further contemplation later and concentrated instead to finding out how the others are taking the situation, aside from distressing that is.
Gon, though wearing his usual apple-green outfit, hasn't on his usual grin however. He was upset. The fact is most evident upon his eyes that naturally hold all the happiness in the world but are reflecting only sorrow now. Being upset and being worried, no matter how similar, are still two different things, and Senritsu is yet to figure out what made him the former. Albeit not a very hard task given that this is Gon, the kid who thinks too much of his friends for his own good. Something must be troubling him, something with no relation to the Genei Ryodan but with Kurapika himself.
Killua, on the other hand, has managed to retain his seemingly indifferent ways toward other people's welfare. He looked cool and calm, leaning against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest, his gaze unwavering. However, hearts cannot lie and Senritsu can hear the soft beating of circumspection emanating from the youth. Being an assassin, fear is habitually unknown to him, yet, whether he would want to admit it or not, standing as the strongest one of them now, consequently he would feel the need and the responsibility to be the one to watch over them and protect them.
And speaking of watching over and protecting and such, where is the eldest of the group? Unless she is very much mistaken, someone significant is missing…
***
Machi sat in one corner of the abandoned building, talking with Shizuku, Bonorenolf and Coltopi, speaking in a hushed voice of what she knows of Leorio, this supposed new leader and cousin to Kuroro. Her voice didn't really carry very far, just within their small circle, but he heard him nonetheless from where he sat with his exceptionally keen sense of hearing, albeit he chose to remain apathetic to her words for they truly meant nothing to him. Beside him sat Phinx and Shalnark, filling him in on what has happened, both unaware that he knows already of most of what they are saying and at points even more. He half-listened to what they talk of, if only for the possibility of spotting any way to prevent his Spider from hunting down and finishing his former friends.
Tuning out the two's voices completely, he inwardly laughed at himself mockingly. 'His Spider' and 'former friends', has he assumed the position of Leader so easily and at such a short span of time? Another laugh. They will never know, never learn who he really is if he can help it. They have never asked before what his whole name is, haven't they? Of course, that didn't mean anything since he really didn't carry the name of Rucilful, Kuroro being a relative in his mother side, but if they researched hard enough, they'll discover that he originally comes from Star City. Crap. Another small note they've never bothered to try and know, his hometown and origin. Luck has always been on his side though all of them think otherwise. He wonders what will become of Gon and Killua, if they'll ever attempt to track him down. And Kurapika…the thought of him being related to the people who have hurt his angel so much in the past has never failed to make him flinch. Gods, if the other knew that he's the-
No, that's not right. He should no longer think of the flaxen boy, it would do neither of them good to do so. He holds responsibility of the Spiders now whether it suits him or not and his friends and love are nothing now but a part of the past, his memories of the illusion he so foolishly thought he can live in forever.
He has to lead his true life now. He will have to forget them.
...but the question is 'how'?
***
Kura: Uh, sorry for the lack of updates, guys. You can't kill me because I'm already dead. The reason behind all is I just got the first flame of my writing career and I'm still experiencing the side-effect which is to greatly doubt my skills. *sigh* I'm pathetic.
Gomen nasai. I'm sure pixie-atme won't take lightly to me ranting here too. I'm focusing on Mask, Destiny's Game, and other leopika fics for the months of April and May by the way so be at peace, minna-san. My other works shall be put on hold for these and for you. ^^
Standard Disclaimers Applied. You know who owns HxH and its characters. And of course the idea is by the wonderful pixie-atme.
