Gon on the other hand was looking for something to keep them busy. "Look guys…" the boy put on view a board. The board was almost the size of a chessboard but thinner. There were symbols printed allover the dusty board. Killua took it in his hands and begun to examine the piece of wood.
"It must be a kind of board game…" Killua said while swabbing the thick dust that has been covering the board for almost years.
Leorio approached the boys in curiosity of what they have found. "Oiuja…" he murmured.
"Oiuja?" both boys shouted in amazement.
"Ouija, spirit of the glass or spirit of the coin in common language…" Kurapika stated while standing in front of the bathroom door. "In general, it is regarded as a way to talk to spirits lurking in our location." The blond boy continued while moving closer to his comrades.
"Can we play it?" Killua uttered showing a glass to his companions.
Gon, bewilderedly asked, "Can I ask the spirits where my father is?"
"Guys, this is dangerous…" Kurapika stated seriously. "This is not just a game, it's sacred."
Killua grinned, "I still want to try it." He stared at Kurapika with an insulting look, "just wanna have fun!"
"Yeah, don't be killjoy…" Leorio agreed.
Gon blinked, "Who want to answer my question?"
Killua smiled at Gon, then turned at Kurapika, eager that the boy answer the kid's question. Unable to wait for Kurapika's reply, Killua asked, "Can we proceed with the game?"
Killua laid the board game at the center of the bed, putting the glass upside-down on its hub. The others seated themselves around the bedside. Killua and Gon on the edge of the window facing by the lake while Kurapika and Leorio are directly opposite to them.
"Let's start with a prayer…" Leorio affirmed.
The group became solemn. Then Kurapika lead a prayer from the Kuruta tribe. The wooden panes of the small window facing the lake swung open. The cold wind blowing from the direction of the lake sounded like a haunting requiem. When the prayer was over, Gon glimpsed at the window. Chill crawled through his nerves down to his bones. As a sudden response, the boy wrapped his hands around his body. He then gazed at the group; their fingertips placed atop the upturned glass, waiting for Gon to set his finger.
Gon laid his index finger gently on the glass. The group was silent, except for the heavy breathing and fast throbs of heartbeats, which can be heard in the small room.
"We call thy spirit to enter the glass…" Kurapika started, then he observed the glass for a moment, "are you in?"
Leorio stared at Kurapika, "Have you done this before?"
"Are you in?" Kurapika ignored Leorio's query. There was no sign of movement in the glass, so Kurapika settled to answer, "I have tried it once…"
Gon stared at the blond boy with amazement on his face, his brown eyes widened, "When?"
"I tried it with my friends, we called an unknown spirit, a good one. But we never did that again 'cause the elders informed us it's dangerous…" Kurapika replied, still staring at the glass.
"Are you in?" Kurapika repeated. This time, there was a sign of movement in the glass. "Is somebody dragging the glass?" Kurapika asked the cluster. There was no answer, just stares of rejection.
The glass moved slowly to the spot where there's a word written, though blurred, the gang can understand, it read "yes". Then it moved back to the center of the board.
Killua gaped at the glass while it moved gradually to the middle. The boy stared at Kurapika and asked, "Can I be the one to ask?" Kurapika just nodded. "What's your name?" Killua asked eagerly.