Hey guys! I WOULD LIKE TO THANK EVERYONE WHO REVIEWED AND GAVE NICE REMARKS. I AM SO HAPPY! I LOVE YOU GUYS! (in a reviewer to author way of course!) *sobs in happiness* Please review, and tell me anything you want to say about this fic or to me by reviewing!

I would like to thank RandomGothicNinjaNerd for beta-ing and encouragement once again!

I won't have an author's note at the end so please tell me your opinions on this chapter!

And voila! (enjoy)

I watched awhile with Dusky, but we were up to the stage of the 52 hour lockup for Killua and peoples, and we had been staring at the ceiling for ages now (since I think Gon's asleep). We also had an embarrassing stage where Gon went to the toilet and did his… thing. Yeah. We blushed for ages, after flipping the sheet of course. But looking to the bright side, we now also know that they had a small kitchen and a coffee maker! Right now I was leaning on Dusky's shoulder nearly asleep with Dusky's head resting on my head (she's sleeping now. She sleeps like a brick.)

I switched off the sheet and placed it back on my bag. There was at least another day I think, but there were more people than before. I chuckled a bit. I remembered watching Hanzo's reaction. I stayed awake for hours just to watch that bit of drama. It was so worth it! It was so funny! It was like,

'I just came from a life threatening tower in record time and there are four people who beat me?? And two are kids and two are playing POKER???' Hisoka and Killua's older brother were snickering over their pack of cards. I think Hisoka was winning because he was doing this 'ho ho' sound like an old grandma.

I had snickered at his reaction and poked Dusky. She snickered too and it went on and on until we were holding our sides laughing. Hanzo just looked at us, sniffed and started doing exercises. And that gave us another bout of laughter.

I looked around now, trying not to wake Dusky, who still sleeping (sigh, she had been sleeping for ten hours!) The arrow guy with the purple cap had already come up, and the two big muscle men, which isn't actually saying anything, since most of these people were muscle men…

I looked at the clock. It was still a long long time until Gon and Killua would come and relieve my boredom. Sigh. A person can only stare at a stone for a time before its gets boring. I had stared at it for three hours. I'll just draw in my sketchbook then…

I had fallen asleep drawing a fir tree, when a screech woke me up. I jolted, which woke Dusky uptoo. She rubbed her eyes while saying 'What? What?'

I snickered at her, and looked at the platform before us. It had stopped mere centimetres beforeus. Gon smiled apologetically.

'Sorry Wind, Dusk. I tried to brake it before it hit you though!'

Killua stretched. And looked at us. And blinked. Dusky had leaned her head on my shoulder.

'Are you two gay?'

I looked at him shocked. Dusky raised her eyebrows.

'Guys don't usually lean on each other's shoulders.'

I spluttered. What? Was that girly behaviour?'

I shook my head violently. Dusky did the same.

Killua just raised an eyebrow unbelievingly and moved to un-strap his skateboard.

I smiled at Gon and looked at the other people. Kurapika was calmly stepping off dusting his clan symbol thing, while Killua was un-strapping his skateboard from the platform. Leorio and Tompa were still hugging each other from their crazy rollercoaster ride. I looked at them in disgust. They were drooling. A creak came up and right on cue, the door opened up in a majestic let in of light.

I got up, stretched and went to help Killua with the ropes. He looked up, gave a thanks and a smile and went back to work. I went to the other side to untie the knots there. I was blushing. For some weird reason, Killua's smile made me blush. What is the world coming to? I haven't blushed for years.

Dusky and Kurapika had come up, holding my bag and gesturing to the exit. I untied the last knot and Killua slid his skateboard out. I got up, accepted the bag and started walking towards the exit striking up conversation with Kurapika.

'Gon and Killua had already said you came from the country of Avril.'

I nodded.

'That explains a lot.'

I nodded.

And after that, we just talked. Well, he talked while I wrote. A normal person to person talk. I got to know Kurapika really well. He really wasn't a bad person. I felt sorry for the fate he had chained himself to. No pun intended.

After a while, Dusky came over and I gave my book to her so she could talk with Kurapika. Then I drifted over to where Gon and Killua were. Killua was still yelling at Gon for wrecking his skateboard. I had a funny feeling about that skateboard; I felt I had seen it before, which was impossible.

I came up and smiled at them. Gon seemed relieved that a distraction had come up and started talking full tilt about what had happened to them so that Killua couldn't interject. I chuckled a bit at them and pointed. Lippo had come up.

He said his speech, but I wasn't listening exactly. This was a turning point, a major one, between the manga and anime now. Lippo can get us to the island where we hunt each other's badges, or he could get us to the island where the hurricane would come up. Haha, it seemed like Lippo liked islands… Oh wait, I was getting off topic...

I looked at Dusky for help, but unfortunately, she was still talking with Kurapika. They seemed to be getting along really well. I couldn't barge in. Didn't have the heart to.

So I got on the ship with Killua and Gon, with Gon still recounting on what had happened to them. I nodded and smiled absently at him thinking hard. I smiled at them and did the traditional sign for toilet. And then I escaped from Gon's continuous chatter. For a boy, he sure talks a lot. And which island are we going to? Gaaaah, this is making my head ache.

A few hours later...

I was back in my spot wedged next to Gon and Dusky. I was talking to Gon because I couldn't even face Killua for some weird weird reason. I felt weird with him, like a blushing kind of weird. I was never like that before!

Killua was just staring out the window listening to our conversations; Leorio was air-sick because he forgot to take his air-sickness pills and Kurapika was still chatting with Dusky, explaining something scientific to her.

I smiled. Good luck. Dusky wasn't a scientific person.

Gon was pressed to the window exclaiming to me and Killua about the clouds.

'It's so pretty! Oh, we're going downwards. I wish I could look at the clouds longer…'

Leorio blanched a little more.

'The faster this ends, the better it is for me…' he trailed off and suddenly looked green. Dusky finally got out of her Kurapika fan-girl time and immediately got an air-sickness bag from no-where. Leorio muttered a thanks and barfed into it. I edged away towards Killua with a grossed out expression on my face. I hate vomit. I've hated it for a long time. I especially hate the smell and the smell was wafting over. I crab-walked a little faster and stood on the other side of Killua, and started 'talking' to him. Without blushing! Victory!

I had already figured out that we were going to the island where the hurricane would go. Unfortunately, I wasn't feeling too well. Jeb had told me (in my sleep in the tower) a lot of things, and one of them was not to use my powers too much, since it would accelerate the cancer spreading in my body. Every power had a usage requirement, and after I cured my sickness he said, you would find out what it was. That did not sound good. Not one bit. And I had started coughing again. Though the only good thing was that I had learnt to control water in that session of sleep. Haha, I can throw water balloons at them without the balloon now! I laughed evilly. Killua looked at me strangely. I blushed, straightened out my cloak and looked seriously out the window.

Though, all this new info, coupled with my weird feeling toward Killua was making me stress. And that the doctor strictly said not to do, or I could faint.

Sigh. Too many things to stress about…

We were still going down and the clouds were becoming thinner. These were our current positions. Me standing there leaning on my staff (my back ached), Killua standing nonchalantly with his hands in his pockets staring out the window and my piece of paper when I've finished writing something. Then it was Gon with his face planted in the window gazing at the things outside, and then Kurapika who had finished explaining to Dusky was standing relaxed gazing at the clouds. Dusky was standing next to him, and had a contented face on.

Good, at least she's enjoying it.

I looked away as I started to cough. Killua frowned, looking at me. I just smiled at him after coughing and looked at the window when Gon's voice came up.

'And island! I see an island! We're probably going to land on the island right?' He said happily, distracting everyone's attention. Leorio gave a groan of relief, Kurapika studied it, Killua stared at it, and Gon acting happy like normal, Dusky smiling. I just smiled a bit at their reactions. They were all so different.

Then Gon talked again.

'There are a lot of ships there.' Kurapika nodded and placed a hand on the glass.

'All of them are shipwrecks too.' We all speculated privately, the atmosphere quiet. Then Leorio, the most oblivious of us broke the atmosphere (again).

'Whatever. Just let me get off this ship.' Leorio grinded out. He looked really pained. I chuckled at him and he glared at me. I placed my hands in front of me in a peace sign. He just gave me a look and his head drooped.

'Urgh, I want to puke again.'

I gave him a panicked expression.

'Just joking Wind. Relax…Argh… let me get off this ship…'

Kurapika just ignored us all and said, 'This would be called a "ships graveyard"'

I just looked at the ships myself. I really didn't feel well. Adding to that the smell of puke, it was making seriously look off colour. I think even Gon noticed my discomfort this time, but the ship landed so we just all filed off. A breeze was up. The fresh air felt so nice!

'Is this the place where the fourth test area will be taking place?' Kurapika mused. Gon jumped a little smiling.

'I wonder what they'll have us to do!' He said happily. I think I looked better now, so no one was looking worried about me. That was good, I didn't like being in the centre of attention. Killua and Leorio followed behind me off the ramp. Leorio groaned.

'I want to vomit.' Killua just glanced at him and said sharply.

'You better not barf here.'

'I should have first eaten my air-sickness pills.' Leorio lamented. Then he looked up. The old lady who was in charge of the ship (not air ship, the normal ship) started talking.

'Contestants, welcome to our hotel.'

Leorio looked at them curiously. 'Are they the examiners for this round?'

Killua answered him. 'I think so.'

'Why?'

'In Gon's way of speaking, they don't give people a nervous feeling.'

'What does that mean?' Leorio whined.

A hand grabbed me, and Dusky dragged me over into the shade of the air ship.

'You didn't look so good on the blimp.'

'Err… Dusky? We can't hear the Old Lady anymore. I wanted to know her name, since I never caught it in the anime. And isn't this an air-ship?'

'Just say how you felt on the blimp!'

'Air-ship.'

'Okay! Air-ship!'

I strained my ears. I could only hear strains of what they were saying. I sighed.

'My back hurts and I have a headache and that vomit smell also made me feel a little bad. And my cough came back. That's all.' I neglected mentioning my weird feeling towards Killua. I was figuring it out myself. I think. My hormones were just going overdrive. I think. Yeah.

She sighed.

'No stressing or overly exerting yourself.'

This time, I sighed.

'Ok, mom.'

She smiled.

'So I'll do all the treasure hunting?' I shook my head.

'I have a wallet that gives me as much money as I need. But the condition is that I can't use it for anyone else, so I can afford it. Best if you go treasure hunting. Try and share rooms with me? Or maybe we both get single rooms?'

She smiled happily at me.

'Yay! I get to do treasure hunting!'

I chuckled at her. She was so like a three year old! She glared at me.

'What's with all the glaring when I chuckle? You don't even know if I'm laughing at you or not!'

In response, she just started to walk towards the ships.

'What are you doing?' She smiled cheekily at me.

'If I go to the ships first, then I could get the best treasure first.'

I laughed at that.

'Go then.'

Then I pulled out my wallet. How many 10,000 dollar notes do you need for the amount that they named? Not sure. I just continuously pulled a lot out and walked towards them.

'Here.'

I stuffed an armload at them. Was that enough?

They looked surprised and just gave me a key. It was enough. That's good. I looked at it. A single room! Yes!

I went to the room, closed the door and the curtains and rested. I had placed my pack on the table beside and leaned my staff on the wall. I closed my eyes. I was actually starting to feel a bit, (just a bit!) worse than what I told Dusky. I didn't tell her because I didn't want her to worry. I think it was because I used my powers so much and so long in the Trick Tower.

Nothing a little rest can't heal.

And so I slept. I wish Jeb won't talk me to death this time...

I woke up when it was nearly sunset. I felt lot better now, since I slept on a real bed! Never thought the day would come! (Note the sarcasm please. Thankyou.)

I got up and walked out into the hallway and onto the deck. I was feeling hungry, and if I was not wrong, Killua and Gon would be roasting fish.

I looked around and saw a trail of smoke. I bounded happily towards them, tapping my staff on the deck. They heard it and saw me.

'Wind! Come over here! We have fish, but Killua didn't want to eat this one because of its eyes. Do you want it?' Gon said to me smiling. I nodded. He handed it to me with a warning of it being hot. I lay back and ate a bite off my fish. I looked at the stars. They were so pretty. Killua and Gon also laid back.

'Did you know that Killua hates worms Wind?'

'Gon! Don't say such embarrassing stuff!'

'He also doesn't like fish guts!'

'Gon!'

I chuckled at them. Gon then piped up.

'The stars are so pretty!'

I nodded in agreement.

And that was the start of our group bonding time. Sometime later, Dusky joined us and we just talked and talked and talked. It was fun. Then it was time to go to bed, (awww, that was so fun! Killua was embarrassed a lot though. It was fun making him flustered. Haha, I'm evil!) as Killua says,

'Children should sleep early and wake early!'

I smiled a bit and returned to my room, leaning my staff on the wall again. I took a shower, brushed my teeth, since they were looking scummy. Then I slept.

Kurapika's mind

I woke up, sweating. I looked out the window. I had that nightmare again. Why did I have it? Maybe it was because of that ship I found. The ship that came from the Kurata clan.

I looked up at the ceiling and remembered the nightmare. I guess she would be about eleven now if she wasn't dead. It always starts with the meadow where we met. Always. I guess I was around ten, since it happened about five years ago…

I smiled up to my father.

'Good work. You can have free time now.' He said as he examined my wooden bird I had made. I smiled up at him again and walked quickly towards the door. Then I walked, raising my head to the sunshine. I walked into the meadow. It was always full of flowers, winter or summer. It was my favourite.

I heard a person crying softly to my right. I walked over and gently pulled a bunch of flowers sideways and saw a little girl, about six years old. She had blue-black hair, which was surprising, since most Kurata clansmen had light coloured hair. Then she glanced up. I widened my eyes a bit. She had silver eyes. I said gently,

'Why are you crying?' she buried her head in her arms.

'They were teasing me about my hair and eyes.' I nodded in understanding. So she was being picked on.

'Don't worry. I think they are really pretty.' She snuffled.

'Really?'

'Yup!' I nodded at her and smiled.

'It's the first time anyone said that to me.' She said bewildered.

'Stand up to yourself next time!'

I walked towards my house. I had gotten the mail from the man at the shop and my dad said there was an important letter in it and not to lose it. I clenched it tightly and I was about to turn a corner when I heard her voice.

'Stop it!'

I looked around the corner instead. She was surrounded by older boys, and they were holding a sparkly thing in their hands.

'Come and get it then!' a boy, it seemed like the leader said. I wanted to help, but something stopped me. Because I felt a chill down my spine in premonition.

'Stop it. Stop it you stupid disgusting bastards.'

I chuckled and shivered at the same time. What language! I peeked around the corner again, and I saw her eyes had turned red. Then she lashed out. I widened my eyes. She had beaten ten boys double her age in two minutes. I watched her as she picked up the sparkly thing and put it in her hair. Then she sniffed disdainfully at them and skipped off, looking to the entire world like a normal five year old.

I clenched my hands and remembered the mail. I ran to my house and gave it to my father. I remember he smiled at me and told me to run along.

I was lying in my usual spot in flower meadow when she pranced over. She seemed like she was always in this meadow. When I had free time, I also always went to this meadow. It's been two months now, so we were good friends, although she was younger than me by four years. I smiled at her when she poured flowers all over my head. I spluttered. I had flowers in my mouth.

'Come back here!'

She just laughed and ran away. I chased her, caught up and tickled her. She then got up and gave me a mock-punch. We rolled around cat-fighting but after a bit, when we were lying next to each other all tired I remembered something.

'You like sparkly things right?'

'Yup! Are you going to give me something?'

I nodded and got a sparkly ribbon out.

'Here! You can tie your hair up in this.'

She smiled at me happily and did it right away. Then she kissed me on the forehead.

'I've decided! I'm going to marry you in the future Kurapika!'

I looked at her confused as she skipped off. I shook my head. Must be one of her weird ideas.

I got up and started to walk back home. I opened the door and ran up to my mother and father.

'I'm back! I want you to meet a friend of mine!' I smiled up at them. Then I realised they were all tense.

'What's wrong dad?'

I heard a shriek outside. My dad opened a trapdoor and shoved me in. Then he closed and locked it.

'Don't worry Kura! We'll protect you!' Then paused. 'Maybe I'll meet your friend later on ok?'

Then all I heard were battle noises and screaming. I closed my eyes, wrapped myself in a rug and blocked my ears from the screams.

I slowly climbed out of the basement. I remember that he had said the basement was special, and protected by a barrier. Why hadn't he followed me into it? He had shut it and fought the people who had suddenly come and started killing us. The last thing I saw of my dad was the red eyes that he had when he was angry.

I walked up the stairs and opened the trap-door. Outside, I saw my dad. His head was facing the other way, but he was all bloodied. I walked over him and shook him.

'Father!'

His head rolled over and I saw the gaping eye-sockets where his eyes had been. The very same eyes I had seen since my birth. The blood that had pooled there slowly trickled out of the hollows like slow blood red tears. I widened my eyes.

'Papa?' There was no response. I touched his chest to see if there was a beat. Instead of a heartbeat, my hand felt wet. I lifted my hand and saw it was all covered in blood. My father's blood.

I raised my head and screamed.

I walked around the streets. All around me were my family, my friends, my clan. And all around them was blood. There was blood everywhere. I slowly lay everyone in one single row.

Here is the auntie who sold the best pancakes.

Here is the mailman, who always smiled at me when I collected the mail.

Here are my neighbours, whose dream was to have a family. Their first child was due in four months.

Here is my aunt, who was the epitome of evil.

I chuckled hollowly. She was dead anyway. All of them were dead.

All dead. All dead. They were all dead.

My father who sat in front of the fire slowly whittling.

I laid them out and remembered all of them. I couldn't close their eyes, all their eyes were missing. Some of them, even their eyelids were missing. I tried to shrink from their hollow gazes. They kept staring, looking at nothing and everything at the same time. All of their eyes, all of them had been violently torn from their heads. I looked over my clan. Then I started. There was one missing. Only one.

I ran out of the bloody streets, remnants of the fight. I was calling her name desperately, trying to find her. I ran into the forest and went to her favourite tree. She had once said this was her secret hiding place. I searched and searched. Nothing was there.

I hoped, blatantly hoped that she was fine. I didn't want to be the only survivor. The only survivor means that you had to realise that you were the only one left. That you were alone.

Then I ran towards the meadow where we always met. And there, was a trail of crushed bloody flowers leading from the village. I followed it slowly. The longer the trail went, the more blood there was. At this rate, even if I found her, she would be nearly dead from blood loss. I started to run, worried. Then the trail suddenly stopped.

I stopped and kneeled. Where was she? She just can't disappear to nowhere. I knelt and searched. My hands slowly got covered in blood and flowers. And, covered in dirt, I found her bloodied hair ribbon. The one she always wore in hair. The one that I had gave her.

Dusketha. Even she was gone.

I stared at my hands in horror. She can't be dead can she? She just can't be!

I ran from the field and searched again. And again. And again. I searched and searched. At last, I stood up and walked slowly back towards the village.

Maybe this was all a dream. Maybe my mom would be waiting for me back in our house, with my brother trying to scoff it all in an attempt to eat as much as he could. My dad would meet Dusketha, and we would all become friends. I paused and looked up. It was sunset.

I would walk up to my house, go in and see my dad whittling and look up and smile at me. Then my mother would scold him lightly that he hadn't set the table yet. My brother would come down stairs, and we would all set the table together. I smiled a walked a bit faster.

This was all a dream anyway.

I continued walking, my hands bloodied and dirtied. I finally reached the rise which separated the field from the village. It really might be a dream. It must be. I strode forward confidently. If this was a dream, then I shouldn't be afraid right? But when I nearly reached the top I still paused. What if it really was all real?

My feet took a step forward without my will.

One step. Three more steps to go.

My heart was thumping. What if it really was all true?

Another step. Two more steps to go.

I remembered everyone in my village. They wouldn't die this easily would they?

My foot moved forward. One more step to go.

I closed my eyes. Would a dream feel this real?

I stepped forward and topped the rise. Instantly, a gust of wind gave the stench of rotting flesh and ash to my nose. My eyes flew open and they took in burning houses and bodies still placed in the crooked lines I had placed them in. The flames were slowly reaching the bodies. And as the flames slowly reached the bodies, my legs suddenly gave out.

The flames licked over the houses, the only remains of my village, but most importantly, my family. My family, who were present from the point of my birth. My gentle dad, my cheerful mom, my annoying brother, my evil aunt. They were gone.

This wasn't a dream. This was real.

The red flames danced before my eyes, the sunset reddening the sky. The red streets slowly got consumed with the red tainted bodies. The red houses blazed and housed the red sparks burning red. Red shadows were everywhere. Red, like blood. Like our eyes. Like my dad's eyes.

I put my head in my hands and cried silently.

Everything was torn from me that day.

Everything.

Everything.