Author's note: Wow. It's been a long time since I have posted up or written any Hunter X Hunter fics. I guess this story is keeping me busy. Anyway, as you can see, I have a new Sorcerer Hunter fic up! It's also chaptered, so update would be super slow if you think my current updating is slow already. Plus, I have a Hunter X Hunter fic I have been promising so many coming out soon. It is also chaptered so update would be three times slower. Well, I'll stop my ramblings now. Wanna go on to the story?

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Uncle Carrot

By Chain Assassin

Chapter 4

Gateau jogged after Chocolate and Tira, panting hard and feeling his legs giving in. He was determined to find Carrot and save Marron, however after running around the whole village looking for his friend, he feels that he should start tomorrow.

Chocolate slowed and turned back to face Gateau. "Hurry up! We have to find Carrot!" she shouted, running in place waiting for Gateau to catch up.

Gateau stopped just a few feet from Chocolate and collapsed. "You guys go ahead! I'll catch up to you later!" he said, shooing them with his hands.

Tira rolled her eyes. "Men." She said, then turned on her heels and ran along side of Chocolate.

...After a while...

After a while of running around the town, Chocolate and Tira found Carrot sitting on the streets, his face in his hands. Chocolate approached him carefully.

"Carrot. We'll find him…And kick Spaghetti's stinkin' ass!" she asked, sitting beside him and placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. She understood perfectly well what was going on to her Darling. She did lose all the sisters and brothers she had come to love after the man she used to call her father (she dare not say his wretched name) had killed them all and she and Tira had barely survived.

Carrot lifted his head from his hands and looked at Chocolate with bloodshot eyes. He searched the other girl's eyes and stood up. "I-I have to find him, Chocolate. I have to find him and help him." said Carrot in a strained voice. It was obvious that he was trying to suppress the smothering sobs and the waterfall of tears.

Chocolate looked at Carrot, and then nodded. She saw his pain, his sufferings. The same pain and suffering she saw in him and felt in her when Marron had died for his brother, when Gateau had risked his life for theirs. She nodded after a while and patted Carrot's shoulder. "Let's get going if we are to find him sooner." She said, smiling.

Tira smiled as well, and Carrot immediately started running in the direction the bat-like thing went with his brother. The sisters followed, feeling fear grow inside of them, for they are finally going to come face to face with Spaghetti.

Gateau emerged from a crowd of people in the streets just in time to see the Misu sisters and Carrot run his way, and past him.

"Wha-what? Where are we going?" he asked, panting.

"We are going to get Marron back! And kill Spaghetti!" Tira shouted over her shoulder, running along side her sister and Carrot.

"Now?" complained Gateau. However, he got no answer. Instead, he followed his friends who ran ahead of him, whining and groaning.

...After running around in circles in Italiandishes looking for Spaghetti's great palace...

"Come on! I saw him come this way!" shouted Carrot, running ahead of his friends in a fairly familiar street. Looking to her left, Tira saw a familiar bakery. Yup. They have passed this same bakery three times already.

"Carrot! We are running around in circles! We should ask someone for directions! Someone is sure to know where Spaghetti lives." Suggested Tira, grabbing Carrot by the arm.

"Wha-!" Carrot looked at Tira and relaxed. She was right. He was leading them around in circles, but it wasn't his fault! He was so desperate to find his brother, he lost all sense of direction.

"You're right," he finally said. "We should ask someone. Maybe we could get a little information on Spaghetti in the way and find out what's his weak spot." Said Carrot, smiling at Tira. He was happy he had such great friends who are willing to risk their lives for his and his brother. And he is sure he would do the same for them.

Tira smiled back at him. "Good. Now come on. We don't want to waste any time." She said.

Gateau collapsed behind the three. "I—I really gotta—rest!" he spat out, panting hard.

The others looked down at him on the floor, huge anime-like sweat-drops on their heads. Maybe Gateau isn't as strong and fit as they all thought he was.

...Somewhere in Spaghetti's huge mansion...

Marron groaned, feeling a throbbing pain in his head. He stirred, trying to get up. What happened? Marron thrashed his arms around, looking for something to help him pull himself up. Marron's fingers brushed on something cold, hard, and smooth. Opening his eyes, he saw a large man of steel holding a sword as big as Marron himself.

Marron jumped back, his headache quickly forgotten. But he fell back on his knees, unable to keep his balance. How much energy has he used up at that last spell with the energy vines? Marron glared at the man in silver armor and the man just looked straight ahead, right past Marron.

Marron raised an eyebrow. 'What's his problem?' he thought, standing up. Looking around, the young mage found himself in a fully furnished room with a small yet cozy bed, a small empty dresser, a wildly decorated rug on the stone floor, and this 'metal-man' in the far corner of the room. 'Where am I?' wondered Marron, walking over to the man in armor.

He raised a hand and waved it before the man's face. He pressed on his helmet and shoved the man by the shoulders. Empty. This silver armor is empty. There was no man inside.

Turning around to make more of his surroundings, Marron jumped as the metal armor behind fell to ground making a great deal of noise. Turning around quickly to face it, Marron gasped at his own strength. He heard that armor such as this was heavy.

"So you're finally up and about." Said a voice behind him. Swirling around, Marron saw a little man standing by the closed wooden door of the room.

The man was dressed in red from top to bottom. He wore a red shirt with a white tie hanging from his collar. The arms of his shirt were decorated with strange golden symbols, wildly stretching across the seemingly soft fabric. Marron recognized the symbols as those used by the ancient Western magic users. His pants were white, the bottom a deep red as if it had been dipped in blood. But the most eye catching, the most fascinating part of his clothing was his cape. It fell from his shoulders, flowing behind him like a waterfall of blood. The clasp of the cape clutched onto his shirt, glistening in the light. It was gold with rubies of all sizes on it.

"You like my cape?" said the mystery man, breaking Marron out of his trance.

"Well actually…wait a second…" Marron's senses came back to him when he realized that he didn't know this man who just appeared in this room out of nowhere after kidnapping him and separating him from his brother.

Marron gasped. 'Nii-san.'

"Who are you?" Marron asked, staring the man down like he was sticky slime from the gutters.

"I am surprised that you do not know me. You know many things, Marron. Very impressive things. But you do not know me?" said the man, slowly walking towards the boy.

Marron walked backwards until he felt his feet hit the fallen body armor on the floor.

"How do you know my name? Where is my brother?" demanded Marron, his heart racing like a pack of wolves.

"I too know a lot of things like you do, Marron. Your name and your profession is one of it. You are a sorcerer hunter, aren't you." said the man, looking up at Marron due to his unbelievably small height.

Marron glared at the man, his heart suddenly heavy with hatred. "Spaghetti." He growled, suppressing his anger.

"Nice to finally see that you know me!" said the man, clapping his hands together excitedly. "Would you care to join me for dinner, Marron, now that we know each other?" asked Spaghetti, rubbing his palms together.

"I'd sooner die." Spat Marron, clenching his fists as he slowly reached a hand into his sleeve to pull out an ofuda.

Spaghetti, however, saw this and pulled out his own secret weapon. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." he said, gesturing to Marron's hand. Pulling out a small bracelet, Spaghetti clasped the small object around his wrist. "You see, this bracelet allows me to steal all the special abilities of a person if the said person has another one clasp around his or her own wrist. Since I clasp one around your wrist, I have stolen all your magic abilities. So if you try anything funny, I will see to it that you are delivered to your nii-san and your family in a ceramic pot. Got it?"

Marron gulped. Big Momma warned them about the guy being tricky. "Got it." He replied.

"Good. Now come. Dinner for two awaits." Said Spaghetti, walking to the door and opening it for Marron to pass first.

Marron clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white. He left the room, escorted by several bat-demons. Closing the door, Spaghetti walked ahead of them.

'I used to kill them, now I have dinner with them. Can my life get any stranger?' thought Marron, glaring at the small man before him, watching the beautiful cape flow. 'This would be quite an interesting experience.'

...Back to Carrot and the others...

"Well, knock on the door!" urged Chocolate, shoving Carrot.

Carrot slapped her hands away. "Okay, okay! Geez! And even if I do, what makes you think that the people here would answer our questions when the rest of the town didn't?"

Tira rolled her eyes. "Just do it, Carrot. Or I'll do it."

"Alright, alright, already! I'll do it!" replied Carrot, imitating Tira's rolling of the eyes.

Carrot lifted his hand and knocked on the door loudly. The four friends stood patiently for someone to open the door, silence between them. Carrot knocked on the door a second time rather roughly, then dropped his hand and waited. At long last, the door finally creaked open a crack, only wide enough to see the eye of whoever opened the door.

"Hello?" Gateau leaned forward to see who opened the door, but all he could see was darkness and a grey bloodshot eye looking at them, searching them.

"What do you want?" asked the person behind the door in a raspy old voice, clearly male.

"Um, we would like to ask a few questions…may we come in?" asked Tira politely, a bright smile on her face.

The door didn't open wider, however it didn't shut close either, so the gang thought this was a good sign. After a moment of hesitation, the man opened the door fully, grumbling all the while.

"Hurry. Come in." he said, allowing the four strangers to enter his house.

The four friends thanked the old man and walked into the dark house, surprised at how dark the place was. It's no wonder the old man took a long time to answer the door. He probably couldn't find his way to it!

"Sorry for it being so dark. I just like people to think that no one lives here. So I keep the light intensity to a minimum." Said the old man, lighting a candle and walking down a small hall.

"Come. Follow me." said the old man, limping as he walked.

The gang followed the man. Now that there was a little more light, the gang could see more clearly what the man looked like. He was small and slouched, dressed in long robes. His hair grew wild in white and grey locks down to his back, and the gang presumed that his beard did as well. The man walked with a cane in his left, a slight limp with every stride.

The hall ended in a small room with very few furniture. There was a small wooden table at the center of the room, a long worn couch behind, and a few chairs here and there. It was clear that the man didn't get any visitors.

"Come. Sit. Make yourself at home." Said the old man, trying to be as hospitable as possible with a house like a dump.

"Yeah. Like it's possible to make myself at home in here. Unless, or course, I live in a junk yard." Whispered Carrot, meaning it for only him to hear although Tira caught what he said. Tira dug her elbow into Carrot's rip.

"Ow!" whispered Carrot, not wanting to startle the others. He turned and glared at Tira.

"Shut up and be polite." She replied to the glare.

"In a dump like this!"

"Yes!" Tira hissed through gritted teeth.

"Please. Sit. I know I will." Said the old man, reaching for a chair and plopping down on it with a sigh. "Okay. Now if you're gonna question me, make it quick. I don't have time for young trouble makers."

The gang sat on the dirty couch, making sure they don't sit on the sticky black splotches on it.

"Thank you Mr…." Chocolate started.

"Mr. Sushi." Said the old man, his already wrinkly face cracking up into more wrinkles as he smiled.

"Yes. Mr. Sushi. Thank you." said Chocolate with a smile.

Sushi waved his hand. "Whatever. Just ask the questions then leave."

Gateau leaned forward. "None of the villagers wanted to answer this question for us. We were hoping that you would. Do you know the sorcerer Spaghetti?" asked Gateau, elbows on his lap.

Sushi's eyes filled up with fear as his face showed sheer horror. He trembled slightly as he sat and he looked about ready to have a heart attack, being so old.

"I see that you do." Said Gateau to the reaction of the man.

Sushi looked from one teen to the next, thoughts whirling around in his mind. Who are these kids? What do they want from him? What do they want from Spaghetti!

"Who are you! Are you one of his evil minions! Are you working for Spaghetti!" shouted the old man, slowly getting up and gripping his cane with both his hands.

"No! No! We are not who you think! We are here to help you! You and the villagers of Italiandishes!" said Chocolate, getting up. She approached Sushi carefully, her hands out stretched. "Please. Put down the cane. We are not going to hurt you. We just want to ask a couple of questions. Can you trust us?"

Sushi watched as Chocolate came closer and raised his hands, as if showing her that he had a cane and was not afraid to use it. His eyes were darting from one teen to the next, contemplating his move, and deciding whether he should take their word or just beat them to a steaming pulp.

"Please, sir. Put down your cane. We just want to find our friend. He was taken by Spaghetti." Said Tira, also standing up.

"Please. Please help us." Chipped in Carrot, putting every bit of sincerity in his voice.

Sushi looked into Carrot's brown eyes, seeing nothing but determination, revenge, and most of, pain. Pain of losing a loved one to the clutches of the most evil of all evil.

Sushi gulped and lowered his cane hesitantly. He was still suspicious of these four strangers that appeared out of nowhere in this crummy town. "Fine. I shall help you. But if you try anything funny, know that when I was young, I was a black belt ninja master!" said Sushi, his impatient tone returning slowly. He still didn't trust these kids, but he had to do something.

The gang smiled and took their seats again. "Thank you. Thank you so much." Said Carrot, smiling in gratitude.

"Yeah, yeah. Anyway, you were asking about this sorcerer, Spaghetti." Replied Sushi, waving a hand at Carrot.

"Yes. We would like to know where he lives…and why everyone is acting so normal even when someone is getting abducted by him right under their noses." Said Chocolate, leaning forward and placing her elbows on her knees.

"Spaghetti is an evil sorcerer. Even if I do tell you where he lives, you won't never be able to make it there without him finding out and killing you before you get to see your friend again. In fact, I don't see why you are still looking for this friend of yours." Replied Sushi, sitting back on his seat, hand still firmly gripping his cane.

"Why?" asked Gateau.

"Why? Well, your friend is probably dead by now. It is no use just going to join your friend in his or her grave." Sushi replied.

Carrot couldn't stand what the old man had just said. He looked Sushi right in the eye and said, "This friend of ours is my brother. And I know him more that anyone. And let me just tell you that he would never go down without a fight."

Sushi smirked. "And I know Spaghetti more than anyone. In fact, he is my brother." He said.

The gang sat in their seats, eyes wide in shock and mouths hanging open. "Your-your brother?"

Sushi laughed, tilting his head back. "I knew that this bit of information would be hard on you. Anyway, yes, he is my brother. Only, he keeps his eternal youth by sucking out the knowledge of other people. He offered me a part in this, however I didn't accept. He got mad and told me that if he shall ever see my face again, he would kill me. That's why I took to hiding in this old house."

Everyone sat still, digesting the story of Sushi, the brother of Spaghetti. They couldn't believe what they had just heard.

"And that's how I know that your brother is probably dead by now. And if he lives, it would be a miracle." Added Sushi, snapping the kids out of their deep thoughts.

"So you know where he lives. And you know everything about him…" said Tira.

The others looked at her. "What are you getting at, imouto?" asked Chocolate.

"If he knows everything about his brother, he must know Spaghetti's weakness. He must know how to kill Spaghetti." Said Tira, looking at Sushi.

Sushi's eyes widened. "What! I am not going to help you kill my own brother! I may hate his guts, but that is not an excusing for killing my own family!"

Tira narrowed her eyes. "What about all the families that he had killed, huh? How about all the other brothers, and mothers, and fathers he killed to get what he wanted? What about them? He even threatened your life and you are not going to do anything about it?" said Tira, raising her voice slightly in anger.

Sushi raised his eyebrows. "Hey. It's not my problem. But I am not going to be a part of a murder case. Especially if the victim is my brother!" said Sushi.

Carrot gritted his teeth and felt all his blood shoot up to his head. He jumped off his seat and walked to Sushi, grabbing the small old man by the collar. "You are gonna tell us where Spaghetti is and how to defeat him. Or I swear in the name of the God of Destruction that you shall never see tomorrow." Said Carrot, his voice low and threatening.

"Okay, okay. Here is how you kill him…"

I had to stop the story here because I couldn't think of a way to kill Spaghetti. Oh, and note the name Sushi is also a food type, another example of me mocking the way everyone in Sorcerer Hunters are named after food. Anyway, read and review. No flames, as usual. And please remember this equation.

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Chain Assassin (like you already don't know)