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A/N: Hi again, everyone. I'll be up front about this and say that I stopped writing this chapter because I wanted some help/confirmation about something. Even after getting that help, though, I still wasn't sure what I was going to do about that. It wasn't until I opened it up again that I decided what to do about it. After I decided that, it was all just zoom! Right to the end of the chapter. Honestly, I thought it'd take longer to complete. Oh well. Enjoy!
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"Gon! Gon!" Alluka said pointing to a store, "What about this one?"

"Hmm…" Gon pondered, "No, I don't think that's the right one."

The three of us had left the hotel earlier than previous days because… Well, I wasn't really told the exact reason, just Alluka and Gon wanted to go shopping for something. Honestly, it was a little annoying not being told exactly what they were shopping for, but there was something a little more. I couldn't quite understand what I was feeling. I'd never felt anything like it before.

Before I knew it, I found myself looking at Gon. Why was it, that when I even just glanced at my best friend, that I felt the way I'm feeling now? It was strange and it was a similar, yet different, feeling when I looked at my younger sister. And looking at them together, smiling and laughing and pointing to different stores, it hurt. Why? I didn't understand.

'Gon… Why aren't you paying any attention to me? Why is it all on Alluka?'

"Killua!" Gon said excitedly from a distance.

"Huh?" I said, snapping out of my thoughts.

"Alluka and I are gonna go into that shop over there." He pointed to a store just down the road and continued, "Do you think you could wait out here for a bit?"

"Oh," I replied, "Yeah, sure, whatever. Go on. I'll just wait on that bench with the rest of the bags."

I pointed to a bench not too far from where I was standing as Gon nodded and he and Alluka ran off toward the store. That same, hurt feeling entered my heart as I watched them. Before long, I was sitting on the bench with bags from various stores in front of me. I knew that we were here mainly for the shopping, as the shopping district is pretty much the only reason why people come to this city. But I guess I was hoping I could spend a little bit of time with Gon while we were here, as the city has a great restaurant district and a really good entertainment district (according to one of the tourist brochures I read while Alluka and I were waiting for Gon in the lobby of the hotel). Instead, Gon seemed to be spending all his time with Alluka.

'Why, Gon? Why won't you look at me in the way I look at you? Can't you tell how much I-'

"Big brother?" Alluka's voice made me jump.

"Alluka." I said, surprised, as I looked at my sister and then to my best friend, "Gon. I thought you guys were gonna be a while."

"They didn't have what we were looking for," Gon said.

"I see," I replied, "Well, should we keep going?" I put on a fake smile and picked up the bags.

"Are you feeling okay, big brother?" Alluka asked, concerned.

"Huh? Of course I'm okay," I answered, "Why do you ask?"

"Well, you looked like you were sick or something when you were sitting on the bench," She said.

"Maybe you should go back to the hotel, Killua," Gon chimed in, "It's not like you're gonna like any of the other shops we're going to." He leaned in close to me and I could feel my heart beating faster as my face became slightly red. He whispered, "Plus, I think all that alcohol you drank last night hurt your head."

"Huh?" I asked, slightly confused.

"Well," Gon continued whispering, "I heard that when you wake up after you drink lots of alcohol, your head hurts."

"Well, yeah, it did," I confirmed, "but it's late enough in the day that my hangover is completely gone."

"Oh," Gon said in realization, "I guess Aunt Mito did say that it goes away after an hour or so. But still!" Gon leaned back and continued, "You should go back to the hotel, anyway. Don't worry about Alluka; I'll take care of her."

'It's not Alluka's I'm concerned about…'

I knew there was no arguing with Gon-or Alluka, for that matter-about it so I decided to give in to their wishes and head back to the hotel. I took the bags that they had left with me so they wouldn't have to worry about them. I was told I shouldn't look in any of them. After waving goodbye to the two, I walked back to the hotel in a sad silence.

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I sat in the hotel room for what seemed to me like hours, though judging by the programs that were on TV, it might have been closer to half an hour. Still, though, as much as I tried to distract myself from it, I just couldn't stop thinking about how happy Gon and Alluka looked earlier. I turned the TV off and looked at the bottle on the nightstand next to the bed. The contents of the bottle tasted awful, but maybe it might take my mind off of things.

As I picked up the bottle, I realized that it was empty. Wow. Did I drink this whole thing last night? No wonder I had a bad hangover this morning. I wondered what could have caused me to drink an entire bottle of awful-tasting whiskey in one night. Could it have had to do with how I'm feeling now?

'God, I wish I could remember it, but it's all just one big blur.'

I decided to just leave the bottle and exit the room. I remembered seeing a bar attached to the hotel lobby and I wondered if they'd have anything better than that whiskey. As I entered the bar through the doors in the lobby (probably there to keep out kids like myself), nobody paid me any attention so I sat at the counter. The bartender looked at me, but didn't say anything. Maybe he wanted me to ask for something first?

"Do you have anything that tastes better than whiskey?" I asked, thinking it was a stupid question.

The bartender looked me over once more and said, "I'm gonna need some ID, pal."

"Sure," I said.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out a fake ID, setting it on the counter. I didn't use this fake ID very often and when I did use it, it worked about forty to sixty per cent of the time. The bartender picked it up and eyed it thoroughly. As he was examining my ID, he occasionally looked at me. It honestly had me a little worried, since when it worked, it didn't take as long. After about a minute, the bartender put my ID back on the counter.

"Nice try, kid," he said, "but I've seen plenty of fake IDs in my time here and I can tell pretty quickly when I see one."

I grabbed the ID from the counter and put it away saying, "Alright, but how many of these have you seen?" I pulled out my Hunter's License and put it on the counter.

The bartender picks it up and examines it. "So," he said, "you're a professional Hunter, are you?" He puts my license back on the counter and continues, "Alright. I guess you can handle some scotch, if that's the case."

As he bends down to get a glass from under the counter, I grab my license and ask, "You're not questioning whether this is real?"

"Oh, it's real alright," he says as he puts the glass down in front of me and starts pouring liquid into it from a bottle, "I know 'cause I've got one, too." He pulls out a Hunter's License from his back pocket after he finishes pouring the drink and continues, "Now, I got a request. If you really are a professional Hunter, you should be able to do this and then you can have this glass of fine scotch that I poured just for you. Will you do it?"

"Sure," I said without any hesitation.

"Show me a little bit of your Ren," the bartender said with a sly smile on his face.

"How about I show you a little bit of my Hatsu instead," I said with an equally sly smile.

I put my right elbow on the counter with my hand held up in an arm wrestling position. I concentrated my aura around my index finger and my thumb, so as to not cause too much of a scene. After a couple of seconds, I sent a few sparks between where my aura was concentrated. I looked at the bartender, who seemed impressed.

"Well, I'm convinced," the bartender said, "Here's your scotch."

He slid the glass across the counter so that it would stop in front of me. I picked it up and took a sip. It tasted nothing like the whiskey, but kind of like apples. Was scotch supposed to taste like apples? I'd never had scotch before, so I didn't know.

As I set the glass down, the bartender looked at me, smiling almost as if he was laughing, and asked, "How was it?"

"There was a strong taste of apple in it," I said honestly, "Is that normal?"

"Oh, yeah," he said, "Completely normal… for apple juice."

"Huh?" I asked, confused. "But that bottle -?"

"The bottle is scotch, yes," he confirmed.

"Then how -?"

"I'm a Hunter, too, you know," he reminded me, "I have Nen like you do. You see, while I did ask for a demonstration to confirm you were actually a Hunter, I was secretly giving you a demonstration as well."

"But I didn't see anything," I protested.

"No you didn't," he agreed, "because while you were showing off your electricity, I had my left hand on your glass the entire time. Think of it as a sort of… advanced water divination."

"Then…" I pondered out loud, "that would make you a Transmuter, like me."

The bartender chuckled, "That would be a reasonable guess. But no, I'm actually a Conjurer."

I was surprised at this, but he explained that he didn't just change the taste of the scotch to represent apple juice. What he did, was actually change the contents of the glass. He explained that he applied his aura into the glass to do it. I had no idea that aura could be used that way.

"Did you want to finish your apple juice?" The bartender asked, "Or did you want some actual scotch this time?"

I thought for a minute, pushed the glass back and said, "I'd like to try some actual scotch."

The bartender took the glass back and poured a new glass of the golden liquid. "Here ya go," he said as he slid the glass my way, "On the house. My way of apologizing for that little trick I pulled."

I picked up the glass and smelled its contents. It didn't smell like apples, so that was a good sign. The bartender told me he didn't have enough time to pull his 'little trick' again. He explained that he can only do it after the contents have been poured and he needs a couple minutes to make it work, as well.

I took a drink of the liquid inside the glass and shuddered. It didn't taste as bad as that whiskey, but it was still strong on my taste buds. I wasn't quite sure if I liked the taste, but I did only just have one gulp of the drink. The only way to know for sure would be to have the entire glass, which is what I did. I pressed the glass to my lips and didn't put it down until I had finished the whole glass. I decided I liked the taste enough to have another glass so I asked for one.

After I had finished a few glasses like the first one, I was starting to feel a little funny. I wasn't sure why, but a guess was it was the alcohol. The bartender called it 'buzzed' and I could tell he was unsure about giving me more, but my insistence kept him pouring the drink. I finished a couple more glasses in the same manner and the bartender finally spoke up.

"Easy, kid," he said, concerned, "You're not supposed to be drinking this stuff like water, you know. What's got you so down?"

"Nothing," I lied.

"Don't be like that, kid," the bartender said, "C'mon. Tell ol' Louis." He pronounced his name 'Lou-ee'.

I sighed and asked for another drink. He said he'd oblige if I told him what was wrong. So I did. Giving as little detail about my family as I could (only saying that they were mostly Nen users), I explained about how they had kept my sister a secret from me for years and that as soon as I had found out, I left with her and my best friend. I told him that recently, those two were spending a lot of time together and I was feeling sort of left out, but something more than that.

"My Gran had a saying for that kind of feeling," Louis said, "She said, 'Ain't nothing more hurtful than jealous eyes.' My guess is, she went through something similar to what you're going through."

"'Jealous eyes?'" I asked, "You think I'm jealous? Who do I have to be jealous about? Gon? Pfft. No way."

The bartender, Louis, poured another glass of the golden liquid. He handed it to me and I put it to my mouth, not drinking it like I had before, though. I knew I couldn't be jealous. Jealousy was something that I just couldn't feel. Then again, that's what my family told me and I've realized that they weren't exactly telling the truth all of the time. I took another gulp of the scotch.

"If I had to make an educated guess," Louis pondered, "I'd say it's not your friend that your jealous of, but your sister."

I nearly choked on the liquid going down my throat. "What?!" I asked incredulously.

"Now, hear me out," Louis explained, "If you think about it, you've been inseparable from your friend ever since the Hunter exam. That was a whole year you've been right by his side. Morning and night, day in and day out for one whole year. Then, your sister comes along and starts taking your friend's time away from you. Have you ever felt like you weren't getting enough attention from him?"

"Huh? I…" I thought for a second, the alcohol making it a bit harder, "I guess so."

I remembered feeling as if Gon wasn't paying attention to me earlier. I remembered feeling like he thought I wasn't there. I remembered feeling like he would only look at Alluka. I remembered feeling hurt when I saw him and Alluka happy. Was it true? Did I only want Gon's attention on me? Was I jealous of Alluka getting all of Gon's attention? Was I jealous of my own sister?

Louis obviously saw the dumbstruck look on my face because he said, "I've seen plenty of men drink themselves silly because of their jealous eyes. I don't want to see a kid like you do it, too. So, I'll tell ya what. I'm gonna get ready for the Happy Hour rush soon. When that starts, I won't allow any minors in here; professional Hunter or not. Now, I'm not gonna cut you off cold turkey because what kind of guy would I be then? No, I'm gonna give you the rest of the bottle for the night, but you gotta promise not to rely on it. Sit down with your friend and sister. Tell them how you really feel and talk things out. Like Gran always said, 'Communicating is the best cure for jealous eyes'. So, will you do it?"

"Yeah," I said, "I'll do that."

He gave me the bottle and I left the bar. I felt like I couldn't walk straight, but that didn't matter. When I made it back to the room, Gon and Alluka hadn't returned. I set the bottle on the nightstand next to the whiskey bottle. I figured I'd have one or two more glasses while I waited for them to return. It turned out to be a mistake.

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A/N:Killua makes a mistake? In a Jay Navi story? It's more likely than you think. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the chapter. I've got some plans as to how I'm gonna do the next chapter, or, at least, part of the next chapter, based on something I was told on The Fountain Redux. What is it? You'll just have to find out. Also, I now have a Discord server. So, if you wanted to come and hang out with me, go here: /6FnAEpJ
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