Author's note:

Hey, its been a LOOONG while since I last updated. If I recall it right…uhm…was it 2 years already? ('.') hehe, anyway, what's done is done! I'm going to add a new chapter!

Hey, it doesn't mean that I've rested from this fic for 2 years I'm already rusted. Well, I wrote lots more fics and (maybe and hopefully), my writing skill are (quite) improved. Hope you like my new style better. J

Just a friendly advice: READ THE PREVIOUS CHAPPIES ESPECIALLY 6 and 7 TO RELATE MORE WITH THIS CHAPPIE!!!!!!!!!!!!

Disclaimer: As usual, I do not own HXH or YYH. Yoshihiro Togashi does. 'nuff said.

CHAPTER 8: Mistake…blood…war…death…

The clouds began to enshroud, revealing a mysterious light from above. It was mysterious, considering the fact that there was no moon, no stars, no light except that small lamp nearby. Yet this didn't become a big issue to all of them. What mattered to them most was the urge to fight back, to seek revenge, to replenish their pride that was once set to its lowest state.

The night air was frosty, but their anger burned and melted into shields of courage that attached itself to their exterior and interior beings, making their enthusiasm stronger and better than ever.

…tap…

A soft, low sound was heard.

…tap…tap…

The soft sound began to multiply, and it gradually changed into bitter showers of heavy rain. Lightning struck, the thunder boomed. Everything seemed soaked under the bucketing showers from above. The mysterious light began to flicker now and then, but it shone brightly at weird patterns.

Kurama asked Gon and the others to seek shelter under one covered part of the temple, whereas Yusuke, Hiei, and Kuwabara didn't move a muscle. It was not because their feet were nailed to the ground or glued to their shoes, but they were determined so bad. Rain or shine, it must continue. This is what they had in mind.

The heavy rain battered Yusuke's hair badly, his locks were stuck on his face and his gel melted along with. It. Amazingly, Hiei's hair still stood straight, though some of his unfortunate locks fell down. Kuwabara wasn't any better. His Elvis-inspired hair messed into mush, and he retreated for a while in the same shelter Gon and the others shared to fix his wet and messy hair.

Yusuke had enough. Aren't they coming? Are they cowards? They were the ones who gave this stupid 'agreement', and then they are the ones who wouldn't show up! Well, they're arrogant anyway, and they'll have it their way, but still…

" ARGH!!! Are they coming or what?! If they won't come, I'll go!!!!" Yusuke threw his hands in the air, totally losing his temper. " Are they trying to insult me or what?!"

" Calm down, Yusuke." Kurama patted his friend's shoulder.

" Yeah, tell me how can I calm down?" Yusuke was totally irritated now.

" That's exactly what they want, Yusuke, for you to blow your cap off. If you lose your temper, you won't be able to fight with full force and you'll only attack hastily without thinking, and that can be a big mistake and a big advantage for them! So if you would just calm down, Yusuke…"

The raven-haired man was speechless, and all he could do was throw his butt on the cement steps of the temple stairs and mumble a few curses. He sounded like a spoilt child suffering severe tantrums.

" Well, they're wasting my damn precious time."  Was all that he could say as he folded his arms over his chest, grumpily.

" They're also wasting our time, bud' ". Kuwabara said after recovering from the hair-splitting event.

" But Kurama's right, we need to wait."

" Hey, since when d'you know how to wait?" Yusuke's eyebrow raised as he asked this question.

Kuwabara smile goofily. " Just now."  He messed Yusuke's hair perkily. " You should learn to wait, too."

Yusuke, irritated, shoved Kuwabara's hand off his hair. " Cut that out! D'you want to die?!"

" Oh, I:m SOOOO scared!" Mocked Kuwabara. Yusuke stood up, angry, irritated, and totally wet.

" Ugh! That's it!" he wrestled Kuwabara playfully, whereas the orange-haired man did the same.

Kurapica gave out a soft giggle. " It's amazing how they can still joke around under this situation."

" They're just tense." Hiei muttered.

" Yeah. They always do that whenever a big fight is coming. That's their way of avoiding nervousness." Added Kurama.

…

It was seven minutes after seventh, the seventh day of the week. Everything seemed aligned to a "seven" pattern. Even the mysterious light came from the seventh o'clock from the west. Was it mere coincidence? Or was it meant to be? If it was meant to be, then what's the reason for it?

At the seventh second, the action began…

The rain stopped, almost instantly, and the mysterious light glazed brighter than ever. Due to this, four shadows appeared behind them. A shadow jumped overhead, another encircled the group. One shadow gradually appeared from the ground, and the last one…

" Boo."

The group nearly jumped off their shoes as they suddenly heard a voice from behind speak. They all turned around as the four shadows began to settle side by side before them, and they quickly recognize whom they are.

" At last." Yusuke said, a victory smile finally crossed his face. " You decided to come."

" Sorry for the delay." The man said, having the same expression as Yusuke. " Got something to do."

" I just noticed." Kurama joined in, moving a little forward. " That the time of your arrival, the cause of your arrival, and the date all seems to be seven." He pause momentarily to watch their reactions. Seeing there was nothing but empty smiles, he continued. " Any special reason?"

The man began a thinking posture. " Well, maybe for one, we like the number seven." He said with a chuckle.

" GO to the point." The woman ordered him.

" Hey, okay, I was just getting there." Answered the man. " Remember the warning we gave you, that little riddle you had to solve? It had seven sentences. Seven sentences…and what is a sentence? A group of words. But for us, it's a different sentence. We'll all give you seven different SENTENCES with different levels of pain and suffering."

Yusuke cracked into laughter. The four shadows looked at him like he was insane or stuff, but Yusule only continued laughing.

" Was that supposed to be a joke?" He said, still catching for air because his laugh was –erm—one of a kind, I should say.

Right after laughing, Yusuke suddenly changed into a serious mood. " Listen, I've got no time for these stupid things, so just get on with it! Fight if you want, I'm ready!"

All four shadows didn't budge.

" GO to hell!!!" Yusuke lunged forward, ready to deliver a blow.   

" Yusuke, No!"

But his friend's cry was too late. He delivered a straight and strong punch to the man, sending him flying in the air. The man fell, but he began to stand as he wiped off that small amount of blood on a freshly made wound on his lip.

Gon held his breath for a while. He felt very nervous and excited. What would they do? What would HE do? What would happen next? IT was all too much for him to handle. And all he could do there was watch and wait for his turn to come in.

Silence filled the air momentarily. The time seemed to be stopped. Everything, except the wind, was still.

" Let me tell you something I haven't said before…" The man forced a cocky smirk on his face. " …our names…and what it means…"

But Yusuke wasn't listening. He grabbed the man on his collar and jabbed him on his other cheek, harder.

" I'm…Mistake…"

" What are you saying?! Fight back!"

The man held Yusuke's hand and pulled himself away from the raging boy.

" I am your mistake. I am everyone's mistake."  He wiped the blood again, but this time, using his sleeve. " That's why I'm called Mistake."

Mistake slowly held Yusuke at his collar, as the raven-haired man demonstrated to him a while ago. " OF course, Mistake is always the root of blood…" He created an energy ball on his hand and shoved it into Yusuke's stomach. Yusuke grimaced in pain, and scarlet colored liquid gradually formed its mark on the said place.

" Why you—"

" Yusuke!" Everyone ran to Yusuke's aid. Kurama and Kurapica helped him to stand up, whereas Leorio, Kuwabara, Killua, Hiei, and Gon surrounded them momentarily.

" So, meet my little friend,   Blood." Mistake pointed out the little kid. Blood, as he was called fixed his pair of glasses and grinned.

" Just to tell you. That big guy over there is War." War pounded his chest, more like a gorilla, when he heard his name.

" And this sweet girl, as sweet as she may sound,  is Death." Mistake wrapped his arms around the girl, who seemed reluctant at his aggressive move. 

" Stop that." Death shoved Mistake away.

" Fine." Mistake took his hands off and raised them in the air, proving he had taken it off already. After his un-serious nature, his face  (almost) immediately changed into the opposite expression.

" Our names aren't just names. We mean what we say; we do what we mean. So prepare yourself. You'll regret what you did to us a while ago."

To BE continued

Author's note:

Okay! D'you like it better? . nah, can't force you if ya don't. Anyway, please review. This may seem short. I'm just checking who are those who are still reading my fic. . hehehe….

Mistake…blood…war…death…remember this line in the previous chappies? .

seven o'clock from the west: d'you know about reading these? Well, if you don't, it's simple. For example, twelve-'clock is facing north. Now, try it. And then, look at the seven. The place where seven is pointing at is the direction called "seven o'clock". Get it? .