My currently newest chapter is up! Hope you like it, and there's a bit of explaining at the start of the chapter, so not a bit hectic…

I must thank RandomGothicNinjaNerd for constant encouragement and humour! And also my sister, who has started to become my grammar-nazi, picking out on every little mistake I have. I'm starting to hate commas…

And last but not least, my reviewers, favouriters (is that a word?) and story-alerters! I keep getting nice reviews from everyone, and whenever I get a review asking me a question, I just change it in the chapter. Maybe I should send a message to them telling them about it?

Anyways, on with the story! *bows*

I fell down face first towards the ground in the yellow-skied dimension. Only thing was, the ground was two kilometres below me.

'AAAAAAAA-!' The ground was getting closer and closer and closer. Where was my staff when I need it?

'AHHHHHH—' I landed. Well, technically, I face-planted. But remember, I was still screaming, meaning that I got my mouth full of yellow, disgusting dust.

I gagged and spat out most of the dust. It came out as blots of yellow mud. It tasted disgusting. Like dust. Why couldn't the dust taste like pineapple or something? It was yellow, wasn't it? Wait, bananas were yellow too...

I shook my head. The taste of dust shouldn't be on my mind right now. What had happened to me when I fainted? I tried to think through the pain in my jaw.

Ouch. Why did I land face-first with my teeth? Did I break any? Can teeth even break? Wait... if it hurts here, then it would be hurting much more in the Hunter world right? This just reminds me of my cancer. Argh, this sucks. Why did my cancer go from not very active to active?

I wished that Jeb would come this time. I wanted him to explain some stuff.

I sat there for a few minutes before sunglasses appeared on my nose , right before the bright bang that Jeb always made when he came into the dimension.

I looked at him expectantly, taking off the sunglasses. Jeb grinned at me.

'I got that program to work! Now you can talk in the Hunter world and they will understand!' I smiled at him.

'Thank you for that. Anyway, how much time do I still have until I die?' Jeb looked surprised at this.

'I put you in the Hunter dimension because they had a cure for cancer. I think you will be able to reach the cure on time.' I shook my head.

'No, I just want to know.' Jeb nodded in understanding.

'That feeling would be... curiosity, correct?' Jeb asked. I nodded. Jeb beamed. 'I got it right! Anyway, your stats are here.'

He handed me a computer that appeared from nowhere I shrugged, taking it in my stride. I took it and looked at it. My heart sank.

'Why do I only have three months and ten days left?' I asked Jeb. He came and looked over my shoulder.

'Did you use your powers for extended periods of time?' Jeb asked. I nodded. 'There's the answer. I think there should be approximately five more times that you could use your power strongly, and for that long. And that's presuming you die.'

I nodded.

'Then presuming I'm not going to die?'

'Three times. You can still regularly use your powers for practice and menial tasks, like changing carbon dioxide to oxygen or drawing water out of the ground, but for stronger activities, like fighting with your magic or flying long distances, three times. Working strong magic three times will only decrease your life by one month. And I guess…' Jeb looked in his folder. '… that you are going to help save the boy, err… Killua, right?'

I nodded again.

'That would take about a month to accomplish, maybe a little less, which will take up another month of your life-span. Which means you have two months and ten days left.'

I nodded, frowning.

'Go on please,' I said, still frowning. Jeb raised his eyebrows at my sudden politeness and resumed talking again.

'The hunter test will finish in around ten days. That will limit your life-span to two months. Then your trip to Avril. You need a long plane trip to get there and will take approximately a week to arrive. That means you have one month and three weeks in Avril to get your cure. This is assuming that you didn't use your powers three times.'

I nodded. So even if I did use my powers three times, I'd still have three weeks to take the cure. That's good. I won't die yet.

'It hurts a lot though.' I told Jeb.

'Oh, I had added some pain-killers in your special items. I took the liberty of putting them there.'

'What? And you never told me?'

Jeb coughed in his hand.

'It might have slipped my mind for a bit…'

I glared at him. He gulped and launched into a speech.

'You know those six daggers I gave you? They each have different properties, and the sheaths they are kept in have the opposite property to the dagger they hold. So you actually have twelve properties, adding the daggers and the sheaths together.'

'So which one is the pain-killer?' I asked impatiently. I was still glaring. HE KNEW I HAD CANCER AND THAT IT'LL HURT FROM TIME TO TIME AND IT SLIPPED HIS MIND TO TELL ME? I wasn't that ready to forgive yet.

'The sheath of the dagger with the word 'Pain' on it. If you cut somebody with the dagger, the person you cut will experience twenty times the pain that the wound is supposed to give. On the sheath of that dagger is the word 'Relief'. You need to push the little black gem under it hard, the syringe will come out of the hidden compartment. Once you touch any dagger and its sheath, it will remember your fingerprint.'

Oh. That was really complicated. But cool.

'Do the daggers only remember one person's fingerprint?'

'Yes. They remember the first person who touched it. And if you return the syringe back into the sheath, it would refill. It's quite a strong pain-killer. One shot can last at least four days.'

Oh that's good. I had touched them all, along with their sheaths, when I was putting them around my body.

'Thank you Jeb!' I smiled at him innocently.

He smiled back at me, looking kind of relieved I had stopped glaring. Jeb was like a nice old grandpa. A weird nice old grandpa.

'No problem, Wind.'

I looked at my hands. They were starting to fade.

'Oh, I'm waking up. Bye then!'

He waved as I faded back into the Hunter world.

I looked up blurrily. I rubbed my eyes to see Dusky's face wavering close to mine.

'Hi, Dusky.'

She breathed a sigh of relief.

'What were you thinking?' Dusky said. 'Doing so much physical exercise in one go! Thank goodness that your cloak shielded you so that only I could see you! Or you would have ruined the story-line!'

Huh? The cloak was special?

The look on my face told Dusky that I didn't understand what she was saying.

'Don't you know? That cloak and your dress is fire-proof, water-proof, dirt-proof, wrinkle-proof, and all that other stuff. It can also sense whether you need protection or not. You were looking for me, so it didn't shield you from me. But it shielded you from everyone else. Which was a good thing, or you would have killed the story-line.'

'Oh. I was looking for you.'

'You should have seen their faces when I screamed. They thought I was getting jittery over a door opening. Then I realised what had happened and I had to pretend to go back to my room. Which is where we are in now.'

I looked around. I winced. My muscles were dying! I took note of Dusky's room. It was also a single one. Then I remembered something.

'Jeb made that program work. We can talk to people now.'

'YAY! I can finally talk to Kurapika!'

I sighed and shook my head slowly.

'What time is it?' I asked.

'Just sunset. Don't worry; you were out for only a few minutes. You haven't missed the action!'

I shook my head again.

'I'm going to rest awhile, ok? I feel a bit tired. Dusky, stay with me? I think we will only get in the way if we went on deck. And I don't want to see all those people being killed by the hurricane. Or should I say tornado?'

'Ok.' Dusky smiled down at me. 'Just rest and don't think about words for once, ok?'

I nodded and we sat in silence for awhile. Dusky started humming a lullaby. I started to get sleepier. But I just had to ask a most important question. It had been bugging me since I ate the dust in the yellow-dimension.

'Do you think there's going to be pineapple? I'm a bit hungry.'

Dusky looked at me and laughed. What was so funny about wanting pineapple? I shrugged mentally, got up, went to my pack, and staggered back to the bed. I sighed happily and closed my eyes. I could hear nothing, since I took the liberty of rooting in my pack for the ear-plugs in the first-aid box.

And so I slept. And when I reached the yellow-skied dimension, and seeing no one there, I slept there as well. I faintly felt Dusky's hand stroking my hair and humming a tune.

The hurricane should be here any time now…

I woke up at dawn. Dusky was still in the chair, sleeping. I smiled a bit and tried to get up. Then I stopped. The pain was too much. Where was the 'Pain' dagger? I think I had put in my left sleeve.

I pulled it out slowly and saw that on the sheath, there was a small 'Relief' word and under it was a tiny black gem. I pressed on it hard and winced. Even my thumb hurt now. But a compartment holding a syringe popped out. I winced as I slowly took the syringe out of the compartment and slowly lowered the needle to my arm. Then I injected it and put it back into the compartment. Pressing the compartment back into the sheath, I returned the sheath to my left sleeve.

The pain-killer slowly took away the pain. After a few minutes, I sat up. I swung my arms around and wiggled my fingers. It didn't hurt! Grinning, I got up and poked Dusky.

'Wake up, sleepy head. We've got work to do.'

Dusky woke up slowly, and rubbed her eyes.

'We should meet up with Kurapika,' she said, yawning. 'The second hurricane's going to swallow everything right? And it comes twenty-four hours after the first hurricane. We should help.'

I opened the door in response and started skipping towards the stairs that led to the deck. Dusky raised her eye-brows.

'You haven't skipped for a long time now.'

I nodded and smiled at her. There was no pain! I ran up the stairs. No pain! Life was wonderful! I looked around the deck. Everyone was bunched up in a group around Kurapika and Hanzo, frowning. I felt out of place smiling, but I couldn't stop grinning. I was in no pain! I waited for Dusky to catch up, and we walked over to the group, joining the conversation right when the Armoli brothers were saying, 'But to find a ship that could withstand the hurricane, we can't find one here.'

And right on cue, Gon's voice floated from the top of the building– mast thing.

'If you want a ship, there's one here!'

And he pointed to the ship that we were on. The huge cruise ship.

'Gon!' Kurapika looked up at him. Gon laughed, Killua standing slightly behind him, looking down at us with him.

'Here is a ship!' he said as he waved at the huge liner, smiling down at us. Leorio yelled up at him.

'Gon, how is that possible? This ship is just a piece of useless metal junk!'

We had all gone to the main cabin where the engine controls were.

'Can the engine still work?' Kurapika asked Killua.

'Mmm.'

'But does it still work?' Leorio asked.

'How would I know?!' Killua exclaimed at him. I think he was getting a bit annoyed at Leorio's pointless questions. Kurapika stepped forward.

'No, it might actually be possible…' Kurapika started. Other people started to join the conversation. I started to walk towards Gon, while Dusky took her place behind Kurapika.

Kurapika started to speak. The authority in his voice made everyone else stop talking and listen to him. I could see Dusky behind Kurapika, gazing at him in admiration. I smiled and shook my head at her adoring look.

'No, this might actually work. But the problem is that we need to finish all the work to get this ship out of the cliff before the second hurricane comes. We should all work and check this ship's condition. An hour later, we will all meet in the main cabin to compare reports on the ship's condition.'

Everyone nodded. As Kurapika gave each group a sheet specifying which part of the ship they were checking, the group split up and ran off. I stayed in the main cabin, checking the engine controls. Dusky had followed Kurapika and Hanzo, while Gon and Killua ran off somewhere.

I looked at a page that Kurapika had given me.

This is the horn, I thought, pointing to a weird looking funnel thing, and this is the lights. The lights work, that's good. Is the steering wheel blocked? No? Good. Next is the throttle… Ooh, the speaker thing that Kurapika always used. Let's check it out.

'Testing. One two. People who can hear me, please put your hand up.'

Everyone I could see put their hands up. I smiled and put it down.

Next are the controls… I looked at the sheet. There were numerous random drawings on them. I looked hopelessly on the real control panel.

Umm… Where is it?

I looked at the sheet trying to see what was similar. I was never good at machines...

An hour later, everyone had come back to share their information.

Kurapika looked at me first.

'No problems with the engine controls Kurapika.' He nodded and turned to the next group. As other groups gave their reports, Hanzo unrolled a map of the ship on the floor. I nodded as he pointed to some key bits and told us what we had to do. Shrugging, (It's not as if I understood mumbo jumbo about machines) I went and stood next to Killua and Gon. They glanced at me and smiled, then began to stare at the map again in concentration.

'…And I was thinking to let the water fill some of the rooms in the cliff. All the rooms from the cliff onwards have been reverted into hotel rooms, so it gives the ship an unbalanced feeling, since the hotel rooms are weighted down with furniture. And the turbines are tied down by lots of seaweed.'

The red-nosed guy stepped up.

'Then we should open the doors that lead from the sunken bit to fill the area with water. Then it would balance the ship out.'

Gon piped up. 'And don't worry about the turbines. Me, Killua and Wind will take care of them. Right?'

'What?' Killua burst out. I looked at Gon, surprised.

'Why are you so troublesome?' Killua asked him.

'Let's go together!' he said, his determined chibi face making me sigh.

'All right.' I said. Gon smiled at me. Killua looked at me, then at Gon still doing his determined chibi face, and sighed.

'We'll go then…'

Gon instantly smiled.

'Yay!'

I sighed but ran with them when Leorio said, 'Everyone to their jobs!'

I followed Killua and Gon. We reached the area of the ship which was closest to where the turbines were stuck. I peered over the railing. I could see the vague outlines of the turbines and the seaweed around them. The water was so clear!

Gon took off his jacket as Killua took off his over-shirt. I blushed.

What am I blushing for?! Killua and Gon are still wearing their clothes!

'Aren't you going to take your cloak off, Wind?'

I shook my head vehemently at Gon's suggestion.

'It's waterproof. It's ok. Did you get the spears?'

'Yup!'

And with that, they jumped over the railing. I got a spear, took a deep breath, ignored a twinge in my lungs, and jumped over as well.

I can practice my minor powers without shortening my life. Ok then, change the carbon dioxide to oxygen and not breathe in.

I swam next to Gon and Killua. As we reached the turbines , I widened my eyes. They were huge!

We had a long way to go…

The sky overhead was becoming gray. I squinted at the surface worriedly. I had been underwater for so long that my fingers had become big, swollen, overgrown prunes. I hacked at the last strand of seaweed on my turbine and pulled it out. I smiled. I've finished. What about Gon and Killua?

Gon still had a few strands while Killua was hacking at his last strand. I swam up to Killua, pointing to where I had finished. He nodded, and pulled out his strand and tossed it over his shoulder slowly. You had to do everything slowly underwater. We both waited for Gon. Gon looked up and smiled at us. Then he realised he was the last one and pouted, although he cut faster.

There was suddenly a tremor and I jolted, nearly banging my head on a rapidly approaching turbine. I closed my eyes and waited for impact. But it never came. Instead there was a tugging on my arm and I was pulled towards…

Killua?

I blushed. Killua let go of my arm as Gon finished his job and swam over, a worried expression on his face.

I signed a 'thank you, it's ok' to both Gon and Killua and swam up to the surface. I climbed up the ladder and plopped onto the deck. I felt my cheeks.

They were warm!

Windfarest Sani, you're only nearly eleven years old. This isn't proper love, it's just a crush. Or an attraction to your favourite character that happened to be real. Maybe I lo- like him because he's funny. And he's really gentle and…

Oh gosh, I don't really lo- like him do I? I mean, my hormones shouldn't have kicked in yet!

I buried my face in my hands. This. Wasn't. Happening. It can't be!

Killua and Gon climbed up the ladder after me. I felt them going towards me and felt a hand on my shoulder. I brushed it off and stood up. I inhaled deeply. Then I smiled at them but I felt a discomfort in my chest.

Oh no, I forgot. I would still have cough attacks even if I have pain-killers!

I tried to choke it in, but it didn't work. I had been coughing for ages now, and my lungs weren't in that good a shape. They were a bit raw. Maybe very raw.

I've had my cough since when I was very little. My immune system was always weak. But on Earth, there had always been someone who knew how to stop my fits.

I started coughing. I ran out of air and I needed to breathe in. Even I winced at the pain-sounding breath that I took before I started coughing again.

Whenever I had started coughing in the hospital, the doctors would immediately rush over and give me this syrup. I didn't know what it was, and it was very bitter. It worked though. I didn't have that syrup now.

I started to bend over and my knees were automatically folding. Then I felt two shoulders hefting me up.

'I don't think you're ok, Wind, no matter what you say. So me and Killua are going to help you to your room before we tell Hanzo we finished, ok?'

I coughed in response. I could hardly walk. I took another breath. The cold wind that I breathed in hit my raw lungs. They didn't respond particularly well. I started coughing uncontrollably again. It registered in my brain that I was being dragged inside. I took another breath. This time, the air was warmer, though still a bit dry. I coughed again. My lungs felt like they wanted to burst right through my skin.

A door creaked open and I was in my room, where my pack and my staff were waiting. They gently propped me against a wall and Killua dragged the blankets to cover me.

They told me something that I couldn't exactly hear, and reluctantly left.

My coughs gradually calmed down, and I felt heavy-headed.

My eyes drooped.

And I slept.

And so, the chapter ends. Should I have a bit of Dusky's point of view next chapter to show the action of the second hurricane? Or should I just skip it?

And then, the ritual reminder that if you find something confusing (I'll send replies now, I promise!) or bad, or good or just want to randomly say hi and have tea, just review!

I'm happy for anything you've got! (I think…)