"It's been two hours and you're already pacing around? Can't you sit down you idiot you're making me nervous." Bela eyed Killua as he took his millionth lap in the aircraft. Bela had insisted on piloting because she specialized in aircrafts and vehicles in the academy. Additionally Killua had been all jittery and unhinged since they had left so they had mutually decided a properly functioning pilot is the best kind of pilot. It had only been five hours since they had left the academy and Killua's pacing started three and a half hours ago, Bela had started timing. The vulnerable state her partner appeared to be in riddled her brain desperately; why he was so anxious; how he knew Gon; and most of all, how the hell was he alive? Killua paused his actions to direct his attention over to the lavender haired girl and cleared his throat.

"It should only be 30 minutes until we've reached Whale Island. We must prepare our disguises in order to effectively and efficiently get the information from our ellegid target."

"That's great Killua, but you're being so vague. I will turn this ship around if you don't give me more information than that."

"If you turn this ship around I'll knock you out and throw you off the ship."

"I'd like to see you try."

"As would I."

"Then do it."

Killua was in front of Bela's face in the flash, eyes meeting as fury filled their irises and a deadly chill ran down their spines. Bela had seen this murderous look in Killua's eyes before, however she had never seen his eyes show any sort of remorse. Yet in this instant, his eyes were leaking with pity that he seemingly tried to hold back. As she searched for the reason behind his gaze Killua's breath hitched and then he retreated from in front of Bela and sat down in the co-pilot's seat beside her.

"Whale Island is where Gon grew up. We're going to his Aunt's home to try and figure out where he might be," Killua spoke softly with his gaze facing the clouds ahead, "Put on a village outfit before we land, I'll watch the plane while you do."

Bela wanted to object and push for more information but it was too apparent that this was more than just a mission to her partner. She merely nodded and pressed the auto pilot before grabbing her duffel bag and shuffling away. She heard Killua sigh in the background.

I wonder what his deal is…..

She unzipped her bag to pull out her disguise; a navy and gray floral patterned dress that reached down to her toes; and clunky brown boots. It wasn't an 'ugly' outfit, however it wasn't in Bela's prefered fashion. Nevertheless she changed in the bathroom and put her lengthy hair into dutch braids to prevent it from disrupting her vision. Making sure not a hair was out of place Bela stepped out of the bathroom and returned to her position at the front of the ship. Killua sat in the same position she had left him in, the sun was starting to set and there was an orange-gold tint that surrounded him. The sun sat softly against his snowy hair and his eyes played a story behind a look Bela couldn't quite put her finger on. She settled in her chair as Killua spoke, "The dress."

"Huh?"

"The dress."

"What about it?"

"It doesn't suit you."

Bela's mouth flew open in surprise at his words.

What kind of pompous-pain-in-the-ass-know-it-all-brat…

"I think you would look better in a maroon." Killua stated after observing her shocked expression. Bela looked over to see him lightly smirking at her, mimicking a cheshire cat's smile. He paused for a moment and then grabbed his bag to change into his disguise while Bela was left in a confused agony. What does that mean? Why does he care? Is he just trying to piss me off? The plane's map beeped, interrupting her buzzing thoughts, to alert the passengers that they had reached their destination. Since Whale Island was so small there wasn't anywhere suitable on land to touch down on, so Bela had to descend to the water. She pressed the seatbelt sign so Killua wouldn't smack his head into the toilet while they started to descend and then she maneuvered the plane to angle away from where the docs were. The mission was to stay low-key and blend in with everyone else so keeping a reasonably sized jet out of sight was a good move. Killua stepped out of the restroom and found a seat in the back to strap into, once he was secure he gave Bela a thumbs up and she pulled a lever that caused flotation devices to extend from the bottom of the plane.

"Hold on." Bela warned as she turned off the plane.

WOOSH

And in an instant the plane was successfully dropped from 1,200 feet in the air and caught by the water below. They had landed a few miles away from the North end of the island that was covered in a lush forest. Killua got up from his seat and took a blow up raft that was stored under his seat and gestured back at Bela to follow him, as he climbed out the side door. She scoffed at his brief gesture while grabbing her satchel to run and meet him on the raft; out the door she spotted Killua rowing away in a hurry.

"Hey what the hell! Get back here I don't want to get my dress wet!" Bela yelled at the white haired devil.

"Move it or lose it!" Killua yelled back without a second glance. Bela groaned at her idiot 'partner' as she jumped into the water and swam over to the boat before he could paddle away. She hauled her bag onto the ship before pulling herself up, visibility pissed at having her dress and all of her equipment soaked all because Killua decided to be an ass. She scowled in his direction, however he looked right past her with the same evil cat smirk from earlier, before proceeding to paddle faster to their destination. Bela decided to ignore him for the rest of the ride and layed back to let the wind dry her off. The sky was a beautiful bright blue with the sun high in the sky, pinching her cheeks. The water was calm and had a soothing drifting rhythm the Bela listened to as they got closer to the beach. Since Bela's eyes were closed she couldn't see Killua looking right at her with an amused wonder in his eyes. He watched as she softly breathed in the sun and salt, any traces of her anger from early has disappeared in the beachy atmosphere. Killua couldn't quite figure out why her presence held a calm homey feeling, her aura was pleasing and he found himself enjoying bugging her more and more as the day passed. He shook his head to silence his thoughts as they reached shore and then jumped out to pull the raft to shore while Bela quickly moved to the beach and wrung out her socks.

"Aunt May's house is up this hill and then about three miles through the forest. It's the first thing we'll see in the clearing," Killua said walking away from the shore.

"Why is it, 'Aunt'? Does Gon not have a mother or a father?"

"His Dad is a douche, left when he was little. No one knows where he is now. As for Mom, alive or dead. Undetermined."

"Hmm, he must be a sad kid."

"Ha! You would think, wouldn't ya? Gon is the happiest kid alive. I have no clue how or why, he just is," Killua grinned at his words. Memories of his time with Gon gave light to his eyes and an air to his steps. Bela had never seen him look as kind as when he talked about Gon. Each time she asked him, a little bit more of his story was revealed. Gon was becoming a secret little game to find out more about Killua and Bela loved it. Soon she would be able to use what made him most vulnerable…..and take him down….