"Do not tell me I will have to hold him" Nobunaga said.
"If you have the patience for him to work on awakening his muscles as he stumbles every two seconds, then don't carry him." Feitan said sarcastically, knowing that Nobunaga will just carry the boy.
Nobunaga groaned in displeasure and took the boy from Feitan's arms walking out.
"On the bright side, Nobunaga looks fit to take care of a child" Machi snickered.
"Gon, i will not go easy in you. Got it?"
Gon nodded.
"When we get there, stand up" Gon nodded again, blank eyes looking at nowhere in particular.
Once there, Nobunaga dropped the teen mercilessly, falling on all four.
"Now, stand up." he ordered.
Gon put his hands on a wall, pushing himself upwards, slowly, despite almost sliding down several times. Nobuanaga was impressed. The boy, abused for days mercilessly, was not making any voice, any groan or whimper. Nobunaga was sure it felt devastating to not be able to stand up, but Gon was putting the effort no one would. Training this kid should be fun he thought.
Ten minutes later, Gon stabled himself. A great deal of energy used up to reach there.
"Good. Moving on. Start by performing the four types of Nen starting by Hatsu and ending with Ren switching between them as swift as possible." A very easy task for Gon. He did it, careful not to let his Nen lash out at anything or anyone or else he will exhaust himself more than he already was.
It was actually amusing for Nobunaga to see him look struggling, but in fact doing it perfectly.
"Next. What is your special move?" Gon knew what he meant. He knew he had to use the technique he never showed to Killua, or anyone at that.
It was the Jajanken, but can't say the words he used to say when activating it. He just said them in his mind, a huge ball of reddish orange Nen forming by his hands, when he came to throw it, is ceased existence. Gon's eyes widened in shock. It never happened! Even when he was almost fully consumed, the jajanken worked. What the hell?
"What happened?" Nobunaga asked, curious. Gon trembled, head hung low... he lost his jajanken... he lost his most powerful move he got.
He sighed then asked "What is your category?" Gon did not shrug, or write, or show. He felt that he did not know anymore. If this move, that for an enhancer, did not work, it means Gon lost his ability as an enhancer.
Nobunaga said he will leave for a moment and come back. In the meantime, Gon tried it again, again, again. It was failing. He can't do it anymore. What did that mean?
The Phantom Troupe member came back with a cup filled with water and a leaf. Water divination...
"I suppose you know how to do it?" Nobunaga asked. Gon nodded, and walked forward to the cup, hands around the cup with Nen flowing from the palms into the cup. The water froze... Then the cup was levitated, a lead, a corbon copy of the first. Then it exploded from the intensity of its freezing, sending shards of glass everywhere, barely missing Gon's blank eyes. His face had a lot of glass pieces sticking on it, blood trickling from them. Gon never stopped his Nen until he saw the next occurance: The cup started repairing itself slowly, but the leaf never grew back as the cup filled with water again...
Nobunaga was stunned. Gon was a Specialist. Gon's eyes started leaking tears. His legs gave out and dropped to the floor. He sat on his bottom and hugged knees, crying silently except for a few sniffle occassionally.
"Why were you using an enhancer skill if you are a specialist?" Nobunaga asked darkly. The boy was wasting his time to just to know that he a specialist.
Gon did not want to speak, even though if he did not, he will probably be beaten badly... Gon broke out in sobs, voice heard. He did not speak. He just cried. He was not Gon anymore. Gon was an enhancer. Gon had his signature Jajanken move. Gon was not a Specialist. He did not stop crying even when Nobunaga threatened him.
The Phantom member was not actually allowed to inflict harm on the boy, but threatening him so he would shut up would do. He did not, though. They were sobs of pain and agony, as if his life fell apart from knowing he was a Specialist.
Nobunaga stormed away from the room, calling Machi to heal the cuts he got from the glass, and Kuroro to check on the boy. He would not act as an enhancer if he knew he was a Specialist. It makes no sense.
Machi healed the boy quickly, making way for their boss to examine the teen.
He took Pakunoda's ability to read minds before she died, she gave it to him actually. Gon did not bother keep his thoughts away. If he can't speak, he could at least let them see what they want to hear.
I am an enhancer. I am an enhancer. I had a special move. I am not and was never a specialist. I am useless. I cant not be an enhancer. I lost what made me be me.
Kuroro pulled away as Gon's vicious thoughts were starting to trap him in his mind. "God... he is strong. I was about to get stuck in his mind. He was an enhancer. Something changed. He does not know a thing about it though. He feels frightened about losing what he gained. We can just work on trying to gain that special move of his back, though it will not be as good as it was. Nobunaga, you will not be needed in training him. We will get Hisoka."
Nobunaga directly fled the room, not wanting to spend any more time with a mute boy with creepy eyes.
When Kuroro turned back to face the boy, he was already unconscious. He sighed. Mendokusenka... kimi wa... (It means: "What a trouble you are" In japanese. Yes I'm learning Japanese, but no one cares lol) Kuroro held the boy gently, taking him back to a room thatvwas declared his. A bed, small closet, a desk and chair. That is it. Hopefully, he is not picky.
Gon was lowered in the bed, but he moaned in perturbation. Then it hit Kuroro, this boy was not one who will give them peace at night. Damn it. This is probably the start of a nightmare, like the one after he lost consciousness in Feitan's arms. If he was going to have nightmares every night and scream, the Genei Ryodan will be one hell of tired group...
Kuroro gathered all his members, minus Gon who was asleep, and started seriously "If you want to sleep peacefully after this boy has come, treat him well. As in... treat him with love. He has been traumatized from all what you have done, which probably made him stop talking. He seems to feel haunted from his friends in his mind. Like they are blaming him for joining us. You have to make him feel welcomed, to not regret leaving his friends. I understand that it might be hard on some of you to act loving, but try to do so as much as you can. When he adapts, we will start treating him more normally gradually. Understood?"
"Boss, why do you care so much about him?"
"If you value your sleep, do as i said. I already said it, he is having nightmares whenever he slips into any kind of sleep, Nen induced, poison induced or whatever else. If you forgot, he can scream so loudly even when asleep. If it keeps up, he may lose his voice for good, he may fight against us, then run away. If he was not able to, he will commit suicide. It is not easy on him to be tortured for days under Feitan of all people then be expected to join the group that inflicted harm on him." Kuroro said, turning his back and going to check on the boy.
True, maybe he cared for the boy a little. However, he cared for all his spiders. Maybe this boy just reminded him of himself as a child... He pondered about the old days as he sat beside Gon's bed, petting his head.
Gon woke up later on that day. He felt that he no longer cared about the specialist thing, he sort of was ashamed from himself because he cried for not being an enhancer anymore. He should have been happy that he basically is stronger than anyone else, except Kuroro. Maybe then, he will be able to fight Hisoka when he learns more about his powers.
A knock was on the door, and Feitan entered. Gon flinched and let his head fall forward, as if sheilding himself from the man.
"My my, i think i forgot to apologize. Look, what happened before you joined us was just so you join us, okay? I am sorry, and I want to make it up to you. What do you want me to do? Just do not go overboard or test me." Feitan said, trying to take with their boss's words. He was right. The boy seemd so scared and trying his best to obey so he would not get hurt or anything of the sort.
Then he remembered. The boy was not speaking. Feitan mentally facepalmed himself for missing this part. Of course the boy did not answer him. He materialized a paper and pen and gave them to Gon to write what he wants.
I want to see Killua. After that, please let him go and do not touch him unless he does. He wrote.
Wow, even though this Killua told him to not cave in despite all the injuries we did to him, he still wants to see him, and keep him unharmed. He forgave him already- no, there was probably nothing to forgive to begin with in his mind. He is too innocent and does not hold many grudges. Feitan thought.
"Alright, i bought you food by the way. After you finished eating, we will get the boy to you." Gon smiled at that. Even though it looked considerably creepy with his empty eyes, it still was a genuine smile..
Half an hour later, Killua was taken into Gon's room. Of course he did not know that at first, but he realized it when he saw Gon.
"GON! Gon are you alright? Did they hurt you after you were taken?" Killua asked frantically.
"Idiot, do you not see that he is completely healed? What kind of hurt makes him look as if he never came here?" Machi said sarcastically. She was surprised when she knew that Gon still wanted to see the white haired boy. "By the way, he does not speak. He has Nen papers. Meaning that the ink will fade from them once read. That means you guys will not need a full notebook or anything." She said, leaving the two alone.
Killua was tied with her threads, so she was standing outside the door.
"Gon! Are you okay? Why are you not speaking?" Killua asked, almost breaking...
Gon wrote they are treating me well, but i want to keep my interactions to a minimal. I muted myself. They are treating me fine don't worry. I have a bedroom for me in here. This is my room."Oh... okay. Anything else? Did they hurt you at all?"
The words faded, then Gon wrote again No, nothing at all.
Gon left out the fact that he became a Specialist...
"Gon... why did you break your promise? Why join them?"
Gon's eyes widened. Killua did not understand how much it hurt, he preferred this than them killing him after a full week of none stop and tormenting torture. He expresses the thoughts that stayed on his mind, trying to convey his point of view. Killua started understanding, but he felt like he could not forgive Gon for it.
"I will take you from here, Gon. I really will." Killua said, leaving the room.
A/N:I think it was a little suspenseful at first but it got a little boring. Sorry about that but i kinda felt dry on ideas for this chapter. Though don't worry, the next chapter is gonna be better. Hope you enjoyed and please review!