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[Disclaimer/note: I do not own any of the HxH characters. Strange OOCness came be expected in the story ^^'']

** student 2 : Gon and Hisoka ~ sewing class **

"Do you have time tonight?" asked a tall man dressed like a clown. His lips curled up in an evil smile. No one would have dared to bump into him, since he'd kill anyone he doesn't like. And if he did like you, his little eyes would look at you as if he was about to prey on you. He had lots of targets, but the one he was interested in bugging that day was a girl in their robber group.

They were in a huge, dark room of some abandoned buildings where a group of robbers called Genei Ryodan ---- Kumo (spider) ---- used as their territory. Of course, the clown was a member of the group. (He was pretending to be one of the Kumos, but no one knows yet.) Their leader was Kuroro, and he was a very cruel man. You'd think he had no emotion if you weren't in his group, since he'd kill off anyone ---- or anything ---- that stands in his way. He didn't ever think for a even moment how sad or hurt the victims felt.

The clown was in the corner of the dark place. Sitting beside him was a pretty girl with violet hair and attractive big, purple eyes. She, too, was a member of Kumo. Clearly, she was annoyed because of the clown beside her. The best way to get rid of these annoying people was just to ignore them, she decided. So without a word, she stood up and was about to leave.

"Aw, what a disappointment....," said the man. As he stood up to go after the girl, there was a loud sound as if something was ripped. He looked on his chest and found that the ripping sound came from his shirt ---- well, it wasn't exactly a 'shirt'. He looked surprised, since he wasn't usually clumsy like that.

The girl stopped and turned back. She looked at the clown and his ripped shirt and rolled her eyes. "Here. I'll help you sew it back." The clown smiled evilly. In fact, no one'd ever seen him smile without that evil expression. He stared at the girl while she used her Nen to sew the shirt back, and it had always been hard to tell what he was thinking.

The moment she finished sewing, she reached her hand out for her paycheck. "Okay, all done. Give me the money, Hisoka." The clown gave her the money obediently, and the girl turned to go. "Guys....," the girl shook her head, muttering to herself. "They can never learn to do what girls can do...."

Hisoka stopped her. "Machi, you just said that guys can't do what girls can do?" He twitched his eyebrow.

Machi turned back once again. "Yes, that's what I said," replied Machi, rolling her eyes. Hisoka told her that what she had said was not true. But "Whatever," was the girl's reply. Clearly, she did not care.

"I'll prove it to you," continued Hisoka in a much louder voice, trying to stop Machi from going away.

Another member of their group noticed Hisoka. "Hey, they're talking about something interesting," he said to the others. So the whole group's attention was focused on Hisoka. After all, most of their daily life was dedicated to killing and robbing. They did not hear conversations like these everyday.

"I'll prove it to you," repeated Hisoka. The others were still looking at him with interest. They didn't know the exact details (such as Hisoka's shirt getting ripped), but they knew it was something interesting.

"Can you sew?" asked Machi. She knew clearly that Hisoka did not know how, but she just wanted to give him a difficult problem to solve. "You can't, can you?" She smirked.

Hisoka sweatdropped. Of course he DIDN'T know how to sew! "I don't," he replied. But he did not want to lose the argument. "But I can learn to."

Machi laughed a bit. "Really? I'll give you a week to learn then. Then if you didn't learn it well, you are not to bother me ever again. Okay?" This should keep him far away, she added silently.

"....deal," said Hisoka. "But you'll go on a date with me if I win....?"

"Deal."

The other members of Kumo gathered together. "I bet ten bucks on Machi's going to win," said one of them. "Yeah, Hisoka would never be able to learn how to sew!" They were making a game out of this bet, and most of them did not believe that Hisoka could actually do that. Besides, most of what Hisoka said were lies, anyway. So if was probably no use making a deal with him.

* * * *

"Ouch!" yelled Gon as he poked himself with a needle accidentally. He was sewing back a black little button on his new coat. He wanted to buy a new coat, and he did, but it wasn't in much of a good quality.

His friends turned to him immediately. "Again?" sighed Killua, who was getting annoyed by the occasional yelling "OUCH" because of his friend's inability to sew properly.

Gon nodded as Kurapica came over to him with their first-aid kit. He helped Gon bandage his finger and Gon went back to his sewing.

Sewing was not as easy as it seemed, especially for kids like Gon. He spent most of his time running around in the woods, and he didn't exactly know much about chores. He could do some simple things like washing the dishes or sweeping the floor, but sewing had always been his Aunt Mito's job.

"Ouch!" he yelled again as he stabbed himself with the needle. Again.

"Gon," Leorio sweatdropped. "Why don't you go join a class or something?" His suggestion sounded nice, but what he wanted to do was to force Gon into a class like that. After all, Leorio himself had been forced into a cooking class filled with girls before.

"Yeah, Gon," said Killua. "That'd be a great idea." It sounded encouraging, but Gon didn't see Killua's smirk as he went back to sewing.

Kurapica agreed that it was a great idea, too, since he pitied Gon's poor little hands covered in bandages. He volunteered to take Gon to the community centre that afternoon. Gon hesitated at first, but he decided he'd join just till he learns how to sew back a button.

* * * *

"Good morning, class," smile a young woman. Yup, you've guessed it. She was the teacher for the sewing class at the community centre. She wore a light pink blouse and a colorful long skirt which matched well with her hair that she'd put into a bun. With that kind of fashion, it made her look older than she really was ---- it made her look like a teacher with experience and skill.

"Good morning, Miss Satomi," replied the class. To be more friendly, the teacher'd told her class to call her by the first name. And as always, the class was enthusiastic about learning something that day.

There was a knock on the door as Miss Satomi had told her class to start taking out their supplies. She went to the door and greeted the guest with a big smile. "Hello," she said. "May I help you?"

The guest gave her a smile in return ---- a smile that gave her chills. "I'm here for the sewing lessons," replied the guest in his low, strange voice. With a sweatdrop, Miss Satomi asked for his name. "My name is Hisoka," replied the clown.

"Well.... please have a seat," continued Miss Satomi, still shivering. "You may have a seat right there in the empty table. I'll let you borrow my supplies for today." Hisoka entered the room and sat down in the empty table. Everyone in the class thought it was a clown coming in class to entertain the children if it was in an elementry school. But instead of bringing laughter, what the clown brought was a tense, weird feeling in the whole classroom.

Not one person dared to let their eyes meet with Hisoka's eyes. They all started shivering, which caused them to stab themselves occasionally. The teacher understood why that was happening ---- she, too, was starting to shiver, since the new student just didn't look normal. Not just his looks and his clothing, but there was something else.

"Okay, students," Miss Satomi forced a nervous grin. "You may start working on the project from last class. Mr Hisoka...., I'll come over in a second to tell you what to do." Hisoka nodded and the other students started working again. Normally, not this many "Ouch!" were heard in Miss Satomi's class, that was for sure.

Miss Satomi walked over to Hisoka, taking as long as she could. Hisoka's eyes were looking directly at her, which almost caused her to freeze on the spot. But somehow, she'd managed to get to Hisoka's table. "So," she began. "Have you ever sewn anything before?" Hisoka's answer was no.

"Well then.....," Miss Satomi thought for a moment. All her other students had at least some experience in sewing ---- she'd never taught anyone without any experience at all. "Just a sec." She walked back to her desk as fast as she could, and went through things in her drawer slowly. She didn't want to go near Hisoka, but then she might lose her job for that.

Hisoka looked irritated by all the waiting he started tapping her fingers on the table. Poor Miss Satomi didn't want to anger Hisoka, so she went back to him right away. But just then, there was another knock on the door.

"Hello," she answered the door with a nervous smile, hoping that this visitor wasn't like Hisoka. "May I help you?"

"Hi! I'm Gon and I'd like to join your sewing cla ----," Gon entered the classroom with a big smile, but as soon as he felt the tenseness in the air, he backed off to the hallway. "H-h-h-h-h...."

"Hisoka?!" exclaimed Killua and Leorio together. "What's he doing here?!" continued Leorio. Killua turned to him. "Aren't you supposed to be in class with Mrs Sugimoto?" Leorio grinned innocently and Killua dragged him to the cooking class, blocking the door so that he couldn't get out. Then ignoring the "HEEELP~" and "LET ME OUT~", Killua went back to the sewing class to see how his other friends were doing.

Gon and Kurapica were already in the sewing class ---- sitting in the same table as Hisoka, since that was the only empty table. Nervously, Killua crept into the classroom and sat beside Gon. He couldn't help but notice Hisoka's attention toward Gon and the chill he felt as Hisoka laughed.

"S-so, Gon-kun," smiled Miss Satomi nervously. "Have you any experience in sewing?" Gon shook his head. "Well.... you can work on something simple with Mr Hisoka. I'll go bring some sewing supplies and some examples." And she did.

"W-with Hisoka....?!" Gon felt his blood drain from his face. Hisoka laughed again, though there wasn't anything to laugh about. "O-okay, Killua, Kurapica, you two'll stay here with me, right?" Killua felt like dashing out of the classroom, but Gon looked desperate, so he decided to stay. Hisoka probably wouldn't have killed Gon, but still, it was dangerous to be anywhere around him. Kurapica sighed and sat as far away as possible from the clown.

When Miss Satomi was back with the books and sewing supplies, she handed them out to everyone on that table. "You'd feel better to have your friends work with you, ne?" she smiled at Gon. Killua twitched his eyebrow, making the I-didn't-ask-for-this expression. Miss Satomi thought a patchwork was the easiest thing for beginners, so she'd asked them all to work on a patchwork of whatever kind they'd like.

"Ouch!" yelled Gon as he stabbed himself yet again. Killua sighed and went back to his patchwork and Kurapica took out the first-aid kit that he'd brought with him just in case.

Hisoka came to comfort Gon, too. "Poor Gon-chan.... kukuku.... are you okay?" Gon felt the chill freezing his vein. He shivered and moved a little bit more away from Hisoka, but unfortunately, he bumped into Killua, who'd been trying to put the thread through the hole in the needle, causing Killua to stab himself with the needle.

"OUCH!" yiped Killua. "Watch it, Gon!" Gon gave him an innocent smile and Kurapica took out his first-aid kit again.

Miss Satomi saw that the lesson was going nowhere in that table. She hesitated at first, but she'd managed to convince herself that they were nothing more than just humans ---- big mistake. She walked over to the table and helped them with their works, but she didn't dare point out the mistakes in Hisoka's work.

"That's.... very neat, Mr Hisoka," Miss Satomi forced a nervous smile. "Um.... what is it?" In Hisoka's big hands was a piece of patchwork ---- that looking nothing like patchwork. It was all black, the thread was really messy and worst of all, Hisoka had managed to sew his not-very-good patchwork onto his shirt. It has hard, but Miss Satomi had to find 'something' good about that to compliment her student.

"Kukuku....," chuckled Hisoka. "It's my patchwork." He replied confidently, but Gon, Killua and Kurapica sweatdropped. Hisoka stared at them and quickly, their expressions turned into smiles. Satisfied, Hisoka turned to the teacher this time. Still, Miss Satomi was having difficulty finding something nice and complimenting to say to Hisoka.

The teacher just smiled, and with some difficulty, she managed to say "That's.... very good for a beginner," she paused, thinking of more nice things to say. But no, not even one nice thing came to her mind. "Er.... would you like to work on something else?" Quickly, she turned some pages in the book. "Here we go, you try this one," she said quickly. It was a pretty little handkerchief. Hisoka twitched his eyebrow, but decided it would be good practice.

Next was Gon's turn to get advice from the teacher. His patchwork was supposed to have a colorful background and a little picture of himself in the middle, but it didn't turn out like anything he'd had in mind. "So.... how is it?" he asked with a bright smile.

"Well.... it's pretty good," replied Miss Satomi, examining the patchwork. "Your threads aren't that messy, and good job! The hedgehog in the middle looks great!" Miss Satomi smiled at him without noticing the expression on Gon's face. "You can continue practicing sewing different animals!"

That sounded both encouraging and discouraging. Gon sew a picture of himself ---- not a hedgehog. "Thanks.... I guess....," he sweatdropped.

* * * *

After a week in the torture chamber ---- er ---- class, Gon managed to learn how to learn how to sew back his button. One can do anything if he/she tries, he decided. After all, it did seem almost impossible for him to give it a shot at sewing, but he did it! He was so happy he almost forgot all about Hisoka being his.... classmate.

And what happened to Hisoka? He went back to the dark, creepy place that the Kumos shared.

"So, did you manage to learn?" Machi came to him as Hisoka walked into the place.

Hisoka laughed as he took out his patchwork and waved it at Machi. It was the first piece of patchwork that he'd done in class ---- the one that the teacher couldn't dare insult. Machi gasped in surprise, but she wanted to see it for herself. "Give me that!" She examined it, and yes, it was obviously Hisoka's work, since everything about the piece of patchwork was so untidy ---- a beginner's work. "Well, I'd never count this as proper sewing," she laughed a bit.

"Oh?" Hisoka eyed her with an evil smile. "I did learn to sew, didn't I? You never said I had to sew properly." Machi glared at him. It was true that she'd never said anything about having to be able to sew well.

"But still. This does not count as sewing," groaned Machi. "So you are never to bug me again, okay, Hisoka?!"

Their fellow Kumo members were whispering again. "See? Told you Hisoka would never be able to learn it!" laughed one of them. "Well that piece of patchwork is much better than what I could do," said another.

"Oh, too bad," Hisoka laughed. "But I did tell you, didn't I? That I'm a big liar?" Machi's eyebrow twitched. "So how about a movie tonight?"

"....no way," replied Machi, walking away from him.

**tsuzuku....**

*Hikaru-san ~ thanks for the review ^___^ I tried to write another chap as fast as possible.... hope you like it ^^

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[Somehow I thought of bringing Gon and Hisoka into the same class :D Any comments/suggestions will be gratefully appreciated, but please, don't flame me.... ^^;]