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Author's Note: Thanks loads for all the reviews! To PaleBlue, I'm glad that you found my fic interesting, it is really an honour. Thanks! To Ruby Heart, do not worry, I hate cliffhangers myself, so I won't let this fic have a cliffhanger as its final conclusion. As for to Pyro Falcon...me? Evil?...Well, maybe a little, but here's the next chapter. Really sorry for the delay. Thank you!

'I'm searching for him,' Gon finally announced woodenly as he stared out of the glass door, his back towards Leorio and Kurapika. Both snapped up from their current activities – Kurapika was meddling with his chain whereas Leorio was absent-mindedly cleaning his sunglasses, eyes glazed.

'Come again?'

'I'm searching for him.'

Three days had passed since Killua left them, and for three days they had remained in the same place. They did nothing; just locked themselves in their room. Even the receptionist down at the first floor suspected that something bad had happened, and had kind-heartedly came up to enquire, only to be snapped at by an impatient Leorio. Still, she made sure that the kitchen always sends some hot soup to them, although they did not ask for it. That prompted Leorio to immediately rush down tothe first floor to apologise to her later.

'Killua is not an object and had been given permission to come along with us by his father. Ilumi cannot just whisk him away like that,' Gon continued, not moving.

Silence.

'Okay,' Kurapika's voice sounded mild. Gon whirled around, eyes wide.

'You're agreeing?'

Leorio chuckled as Gon stared openly at Kurapika and Kurapika back at Gon.

'From the way you had reacted, I am assuming that you had expected us to disagree.'

Gon blushed and shrugged a little and rubbed the back of his neck unconsciously, as he would sometimes, when things were difficult to explain, or when he did not know how to answer a question posed to him.

'Sort of.'

'Killua forgot that when he has friends, he doesn't need to do everything individually. I guess we have to remind him, right, Gon? Leorio asked, smiling sideways at Gon.

Gon smiled and nodded. Kurapika remained static, but the deadly clink of the metal chain around his fingers seems to echo his agreement.

'Gon.'

'What?'

'What would you have done if we disagreed?'

'I will go on.'

'Even if we tried to stop you?'

'Yep, but back then, although I was expecting you guys to say no, I still had a shrewd suspicion that you'd agree. It's just that that hope was so small that when it really came true, it came as a surprise.'

'Why…did you have that suspicion?'

'Because I believe that you guys will never abandon Killua or me or anyone who is your friend, as a matter of speaking, when they are in trouble.'

Kurapika stared silently at Gon. At length, Kurapika's lips curled upwards.

'Thanks.'

Gon grinned. Leorio, who had watched with a grown up's patience, finally spoke.

'Where to find him?'

'Zoaldyeck mansion.'

'It wouldn't be that simple. Ilumi Zoaldyeck wouldn't just head home like that.'

'Ilumi Zoaldyeck is not a person that we can easily understand. Maybe he would have headed home because he knew that you would think that way and not check the Zoaldyeck mansion.'

'Then what if-'

'Shut up! Just give me an approximate location, we'll go to that place, then I can administer my nen abilities,' Kurapika concluded, holding up his chained arm threateningly, veins popping at his forehead.

'Umm…o-okay.'

Gon's mental note to self: Kurapika is not very nice to mess with when he is angry.

'Sounds good, but I, on the other hand, can lead you right up to their very doorstep,' a new muffled voice sounded, and a tap was heard on the glass door behind Gon.

All three of them tensed. Muffled as it was, they more or less recognized the dreaded voice. Gon slowly turned around.

'Hisoka.'

A dashing pale face, pale enough to match Ilumi's, and decorated with a single teardrop and a star, with red flaming red hair, grinned back at him from the other side of the glass door. The figure donned a magician's suit.

'Can I come in?'

Before any of them could answer, Hisoka grinned and produced a piece of poker card – spade nine. His grin grew wider as he slid it into the tiny gap between the glass door and the side of the lock. An audible click sounded and Hisoka pushed open the glass door. The other three could only watch. They knew that none of them would be able to defeat Hisoka with their nen abilities – not even Killua, if he was here, would have stood a chance.

'Excuse me for making myself at home. So, where were we again? Oh, yes, would you accept my offer? '

'Why should we?' Gon retaliated, immediately on his guards.

'Good question. Well, because I can lead you to them.'

'Oh yeah? So can I,' Kurapika snapped.

'A plus point – Kurapika's more trustable than you are,' added Leorio indignantly, stoutly defending his friend.

'Now, now. Don't be impatient. I have not finished yet. True, I can lead you to them, and so can you-' Hisoka pointedslyly at Kurapika, then continued, '-but I can lead you to them earlier and also with greater accuracy.'

'What differences does it make – finding him earlier or later?' Leorio asked tentatively.

'In layman's term, Killua returning to Ilumi means Killua returning to being the heartless assassin he used to be, but after being exposed to…how do I put it…let's just say…unexpected influences – that is, the three of you – I doubt it if he can return to his previous state. So that, leads on to inner conflicts, and Killua being Killua, will no doubt do something about it.'

The rest kept quiet. They knew that Hisoka was correct…but…Hisoka is one weird character that you cannot really understand and trust, unless he gave you his words; Hisoka has the reputation of keeping firm his wordsonce he had made it, otherwise accepting any help of his might cause one to end up being pulled around like a string puppet.

'Another reason-'

All three of them were rudely brought back to reality.

'Finding Killua earlier means excusing him from those painful trainings that he no doubt has to undergo after being absent for so long.'

Another point. Although they had never seen it themselves, they have heard, both from Killua himself and rumours, that the trainings that every Zoaldyeck has to undergo are not just simple trainings but involved appliances and implementations of those appliances in ways that cannot be imagined. Definitely not a normal person's cup of tea.

'So…I may only have two reasons to convince you, but I believe that is more than enough, no?'

And, as if allowing time for the other three to think the matter out, Hisoka strode towards a chair and flopped into it, arranged his fingers into an arch in front of him, crossed his legs and stared at them with his glittering eyes, a smile playing on his lips.

'Hisoka.'

'Yes, Gon?'

'What do you want?'

'Hmm…now that you asked…I don't really know-'

'Cut the crap.'

'Oh dear, you're quite quirky today, aren't you, Leorio? Well…let's just say that life has been a little too bleak…too boring lately. A little dispute and drama wouldn't do much harm, daro?'

'We are to be your entertainment?' Leorio spat incredulously, eyes bulging.

'Hmm…if you insist it that way…yes.'

Silence.

'Fine.'

And Hisoka's infamous grin widened even more, lighting up his handsome face.

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