Disclaimer: I do not own Hunter X Hunter all rights, the characters and plots belong to Mr. Togashi. The only ones I consider mine are my characters and their personalities and their plots.Thank you.

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A Hunter X Hunter Fanfic

She woke up in a hospital unaware and clueless, with no memory of her past or any of the things she did, or the events that had brought her in her current predicament.

When she opened her eyes a scraggly looking man older by her (she's guessing) at least by a few years. She obviously did not know him, but he had reflected such relief in those hazel brown orbs, which she finds achingly familiar, when she regained consciousness.

"Who are you?" She had asked.

The man sported a small smile, "Ging, my name's Ging. Ging Freecss." The name rang of such familiarity it made her head throb.

"Gin Freecss, that's your name, I'm your brother."

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Prologue

The first thing she had realized was that she was able to think. 'What's going on?' was the first thought that her clouded, fuzzy, and hazy thought form could reckon. At first she felt nothing, just consciousness, like floating and swimming in water, but there was actually nothing—just the void. And then, very slowly, she started to feel...to sense, so she took a guess.

She was lying, probably on a bed, she could feel the soft mattress shaping and supporting her body. She paused, thinking, so she had a body? Then, she registered a sound, a slow and steady beeping noise, but she still can't move yet. So she waited as her mind—her thoughts—slowly geared itself to work properly, like it hadn't been in a long time.

After what felt like ages, she started recognizing all the things she is currently registering through her available senses. The beeping noise was of a heart rate monitor, she just knew. And as her body reflexively inhaled needed dose of oxygen, she recognized the scent of alcohol, sanitizers, medicines, and she just knew it was the scent of a hospital.

She tried to feel her body, and slowly willed herself to move, starting with her fingers—which she found successful. Then, again, she concentrated on the feeling of control over her body, like she was never able to do so for a very long time. Slowly, she opened her eyelids but closed them again because of the sudden burst of white light, blinding, and it hurt her head. She tried again, this time blinking slowly, repeatedly, until she finally gets used to it. There was a noise from her right a sudden, almost frantic flutter and shuffle of clothes and footsteps nearing her.

"Gin..." she heard a voice, a male voice, soft, frantic and relieved. She paid little attention as she shifted her focus back to her initial plan of wanting, no, needing to see something; like she had been deprived of her senses for a very long time. She doesn't understand why she was feeling like this, like she had been deprived of her life and control. Why? What happened?

Finally, her eyes settled, and her vision was met with the face of a man she assumed was older. He had a fair tanned complexion, spiky and messy greenish black hair, and a pair of hazel brown orbs tinted with relief.

"You're awake, at last." He said, and she watched as he sighed in relief and moved from her to a table and poured a glass of water before turning again to walk back in front of her.

She remained silent, watching as the man handed her the glass, and suddenly she felt the dryness of her throat, she was thirsty...parched, like she never had water for weeks (she probably did). Her throat ache at the sight of the liquid and she badly wanted to drink it, but her body was too weak to move, all she was able to accomplish was a wiggle of her fingers. The man noticed and his face suddenly showed a flurry of emotion, anger, sadness, guilt, and pity swirling within his expressive eyes which (she finally realized) ache such familiarity.

The man had helped her to sit upright on her bed, her back leaning against the pillow. He turned around to look for something and came back with a plastic straw sticking on the glass. He guided it to her lips and at last she was able to take a huge sip. It stung her mouth, then somehow burned her throat and she winced with the pain, her mouth tasted of bile and rust, like it was wounded from the times it hadn't grazed any type of liquid. She drank some more until she felt the pain and stinging in her throat subsiding.

She was still obviously disoriented, when the man turned from her to put away the emptied glass, but she let her curiosity get the best of her and had asked who the man was. Her voice was hoarse, frail and weak, reflecting her current state. He stiffened before turning to face her, an unreadable expression plastered on his features. He hides his emotions well, she noted, but there was a flash of sadness within his eyes, however, it went away as soon as she had taken notice.

"Ging, my name's Ging. Ging Freecss." He answered in a monotone, flat, his eyes looking at her, somewhat waiting; for her reaction? She wasn't sure. The name, she felt like she had heard it before but somehow her senses says otherwise. There was a ring of familiarity to it, but she cannot pinpoint why and what.

Who am I? She wanted to ask this, but somehow she doubted if the man knew the answer. She averted her eyes from him, finding herself staring blankly on dull painted white walls. But he seemed to have read and see through her.

"Gin..." He started, catching her attention, her confused eyes turning back to him, urging him to explain further.

"Gin Freecss, that's your name, I'm your brother."