Now, before you all throw rotten tomatoes at me, I must say one thing for my two week hiatus.

Holidays. ^^

Enough said. I shall try and dodge all the things thrown my way and let you read. Instead, I will give you my sister as sacrifice.

*shoves sister onto stage.*

Enjoy!

I looked up at Wing-sensei.

'So…'

Awkward silence.

'… are you going to fix my wings?' Wing-sensei nodded.

'Yes. After I ask you something important.'

'Yeah?' I asked, crossing my legs comfortably on the floor, my arms crossed on a random chair.

'What exactly happened in the ring?' He asked me seriously. I smiled.

'Well… My first impressions of Adan weren't that good, with his loin-cloth fluttering and all…'I started, and I continued to elaborate, adding what I felt, what I found out, that little ball of nothing on my finger.

He frowned at that.

'Hmm…' He said, as he stared off into space. Then he smiled at me in a normal way. 'I'll get your wings sorted out. Meanwhile, you go and catch some breakfast. I'll say… come back in three hours?'

'Ok, Wing-sensei!' Then I bounded out the door.

I wonder if I can get that pineapple frozen yogurt…

Wing's view

Wing was worrying his brain out on several things.

One was him cursing himself for being too nice and a busybody by helping them get their nen. (Though, as an afterthought, it was better to have a good nen teacher than an evil one who could influence them negatively in such things and then convert them into little evil minions or something).

Two was the fact that he had just woken nen out of two boys that were like monsters when learning how to control nen. It was exactly what Master had told him not to do (though they still seem like innocent little kids. But their abilities and potential were slightly frightening).

Three was the luck in the world that had let him get the princess of a whole country of famed nen users in his hands and wanting to learn nen. And also happened to be very close friends with the aforementioned boys.

Four was how he was actually looking forward to teaching these children.

He groaned, massaging his temples. This was too much. Added to the fact…

Wing's face was set in a frown as he looked out of his window, thinking.

The fifth element was 'Materialism'. Material, or non material, that was its properties. It wasn't like black and white, it was more like 'there' and 'not there' type of thing. It was quite a powerful power.

Though he was glad of its limitations.

Master had once told him (he hadn't thought of Master for so long. Did she still look like a twelve year old?) that every one of the the black elementalists can only control one aspect of their area. Unlike the other clans who can control every aspect if they trained and wished for it, the black weren't allowed to do so.

Or more so that they couldn't. If they tried more than they could, if they tried to do something outside their area… Well, Master had said something really bad would happen. But he wasn't worried about that.

He was more worrying about the area of power that his only female student had.

Non-materialism… or more like void. Nothing. Her power is to banish materials. This is bad. The last time a person had this power, their power got so powerful they got sucked in, as well as half their house. I need to help her control it or she might become like him…

Sigh.

He massaged his temples again, closing his eyes and then opened them again, looking at the innocent staff on the floor (left behind so he could fix it).

'You and your friends have brought me so much trouble, you know that?' He asked it, as he settled down beside it so that he could fix it.

Then went to the toilet, coming out with his shirt only half-tucked in.

Ok then, let's start this…

Wind's view

I sighed as I walked into another one of Efoe's confessions.

'Efoe…' I sighed out. 'Get out here and let me talk to you.' Gon looked up. Killua had his back turned towards me, so he half-turned around to look at me.

'Wind! You're here!' He jumped up and tried to hug me, but I stopped him with one hand. His arms flailed comically, and I allowed myself to smirk.

'Not until I talk.'

'Okay!' He bounded out and I closed the door. Though by the not-very-soft whispers from the other side of the door, the other three were eavesdropping.

'Now Efoe, who do you like?'

'You of course!' He smiled brightly. I stared at him with a dead-panned look on my face.

'No, who do you really like?' His smile faltered.

'You?'

'Who do you really like? Don't say me again.'

'…' He blushed bright red. I smiled, getting my answer at last (well, I kinda suspected for a longish time…)

'So who is she that you're trying to use me to get over with?'

'N-no-one! I like you!' He nodded definitely at the last part. I ignored him, continuing to press my charges.

'No, no, no Efoe, I made some research with the little research material I had. Apparently, a very famous nen master just recently took on an apprentice with a weird name starting with 'E' and that he left about a month ago. And also…'

I looked slyly at him. He gulped and looked away shifitly.

'He apparently has a lovely daughter who he never lets anyone date or even be in the same room as a guy without him there with them. Overprotective daddy syndrome and all…' I Cheshire Cat grinned at him. 'Oh, and her name was Yannie.'

He blushed beetroot red. If he blushed any harder, I'd be able to cook an egg on his cheeks.

'Ha! I was right! She's really very pretty, with black hair and all…'

He smiled goofily at that.

'Yannie-chan is very pretty…'

I sidled closer and nudged him in the arm. 'So, how's your lady love, Efoe? Dreaming of having a nice chat to her right now eh? Or maybe get some money to impress her when you go back to the mountains?'

'N-n-n-n-no!' He stammered. I patted his arm consolingly.

'Don't worry, my woman's intuition always comes in handy when it comes to things like this.'

'I don't like her!' He denied fervently.

'Hmmmm… Really? Then what about you tell me your feelings for Yannie-chan and I'll give you…' I drew it out with a flourish, 'this!'

He stared at the photos in my hand of a beautiful girl doing random housework. I slowly went through them, the girl reaching up to wipe windows, trailing a feather duster along a mantelpiece, sweeping leaves from the paths around the house, giggling to myself at the expressions crossing Efoe's face. If only this was a shoujo anime, then I could personally see pink, throbbing lovehearts blooming in his eyes. But this was shounen, so his eyes only got more shiny and sparkly.

Before I got the halfway though, his face, already looking at the pictures adoringly and dazedly, got even more adoring and dazed as he looked at a specific picture I was holding up.

…

I didn't even think it was possible for someone's face from the looks he was already giving before to get like… like… his expression defies words! So I stopped flicking through the pictures to let him stare at this particular picture a bit more.

I glanced at the picture as well. It was of Yannie cooking in a kitchen. The picture was really pretty, with a fairytale cottage kitchen and sunlight streaming in from the windows to light up everything inside with a soft golden glow.

The sun also made it look as if Yannie herself was glowing (I really must give my spy photographer a pay-rise, he's done such a good job. Sometimes it pays to be an adored princess who's rich).

If I thought it was pretty, Efoe thought it was a work of art. He couldn't stop staring it, mouth open, eyes gazing softly at the girl in the centre, whisking something in a stone bowl, hair glowing from the sun, dried herbs hanging around her… (I could tell what he was looking at because his eyes literally lit up at seeing the picture – anime effects to the max! – and the bit he was looking at was reflected in his eyes. AND his expression was so dazed and lovestruck I could tell what he was thinking too. All along the lines of 'Yannie… So pretty… I love you… Yannie… So pretty… I love you…' You get the idea.)

He coughed a bit to clear his throat, his face still bright red.

'Wha-' he stared some more at the picture. Then he looked at me disbelievingly, eyes still slightly glazed. 'I couldn't sneak pictures of her even after two months! And I lived with them! How did you get so many?' He reached out to grab them, lunging at my hand as if he would die if he couldn't get them. I danced out of the way, cackling madly. This was sooo fun!

'No, no, no, give me you true confessions first!'

'I like her okay? Gimme!'

'Can't hear you,' I sang, still waving the pictures over my head. Efoe ran around trying to get them. He was so lovestruck he had forgotten he was taller than me and could reach easily over my head to get them. And I was playing this to my advantage (of course!)

'I like her.'

'Louder.'

'I LIKE HER, DAMMIT! Now GIVE ME THOSE PICTURES!'

'Only like? That's a bit weak. Especially for a pretty girl like this.' I looked at him innocently. I think he could tell I was smirking inside though, from the dirty looks he was shooting me.

'FINE! I LOVE HER! I LOVE HER MORE THAN THE MOON! THE SUN! THE STARS! THE UNIVERSE! SHE IS MY ENTIRE REASON FOR LIVING! NOW GIVE ME THOSE PICTURES!'

'Desperate much?' I said as I stopped moving. He approached me cautiously, reaching for the pictures now dangling in front of his face. Just as he was about to touch them however, I pulled them away and hid them behind my back. Efoe's mouth dropped open.

'That wasn't enough?'

'Do the chicken dance!' He stared at me.

'You're not serious.' I grinned evilly.

'I so totally am.'

'No.'

'Yes.'

'No.'

'Then I'll just keep these to myself then…' I began to turn away from him.

'No! I'll do it!' I turned back around, smiling evilly.

'I'll even be nice and hum the chicken dance song for you.' And then I hummed the overly bright song which he (on its second run) started dancing clumsily to. When he got to the part where he was flapping his arms, I whipped out my camera out of my pocket and clicked a fast picture. His eyes widened.

'Did you…?'

'What? I didn't do anything.'

But! I (finally) handed the photos over. He stared at them lovingly before his eyes snapped back to the camera I was holding (after safely tucking the photos in his pocket, complete with cardboard protection just in case something happened to them and they got bent or folded or something).

'Give it to me.'

'No.'

'Give it to me!' He rushed at me and I timed my jump so I floated right above his head and landed behind him. He turned around and pouted.

'That's not fair.'

'No, it so is.'

'Hmm…' then he had a thoughtful look on his face. 'Hey, how did you realise that I didn't like you that way?'

'Easy. My widely acclaimed awesome observational skills.' He raised an eyebrow at that.

'Then have you realised that someone likes you very much?'

I blinked.

'And who it is who does like you very much?'

I blinked again.

'And have you noticed a certain boy with wild pale hair and skin around you blushing every time you do something adorable?'

I kept blinking.

'A certain someone who is a bit taller than you and likes to skateboard and loves to eat chocolate and once spent his whole Celestial Tower winnings on buying out the entire chocolate ball stock in the whole tower…' I frowned. That sounded familiar…

'… and every time you talk he always listens to what you say and every time you notice something you like he looks at too to remember what it is and has already taken you out to dinner and keeps denying that he likes you and would practically die for you?'

I nodded slowly, trying to process the information.

Efoe looked at me grinning. 'Really? You do?'

'Who?' Efoe talked too quickly! And I really wanted to know who it was too…

He shook his head sadly, and muttered something very close to 'Poor Killua…' I frowned.

'Did you just say Killua? What are you saying? What's he got to do with it?' He grinned and gave me a peace sign.

'Why don't you use your widely acclaimed awesome observational skills?' I grinned, smiling my "nice guy" smile that I only used when I was annoyed.

'Why don't I force the answer out of you instead?' His eyes widened comically.

'GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!' He ran away screaming, hand held protectively over the pocket where his life's treasures were stored while I tore after him, giving him a bit of a leeway (since I could have caught him anytime. He was slow). We ignored the sleepy heads poking out of the doors yelling for us to be quiet.

I was glad that it didn't do anything to our relationship, he using me and all. I mean, he was a good friend.

Though a mildly creepy and obsessed one…

'Hey Efoe!'

'YOU'RE NOT GONNA CATCH MEEEEE!'

'STUPID! I'M NOT ASKING ABOUT THAT!'

'THEN WHAT?' He screamed over his shoulder.

'FRIENDS?'

'WHENEVER DID WE STOP?' I grinned and added a spurt of speed.

'THEN OF COURSE YOU WOULDN'T MIND IF I ACCIDENTLY MAIM YOU PERMANENTLY!' He screamed and bolted.

'WOULD YOU TEENAGERS SHUT UP SO I CAN SLEEP?' A random man yelled out at our retreating backs.

We simultaneously poked our tongues out at him and I continued the chase.

The little breeze that reached my ears sounded peculiarly similar to 'young people these days…'

Unbeknownst to me until much much later, Gon, Killua and Zushi were still standing there grinning at our conversation.

'Wind is so amazing! She figured all that out by just observing!' Gon exclaimed.

'Yeah!' Zushi said. 'Though it's surprising about how unobservant she is about a certain person…' He eyed Killua.

'Yeah. It's kind of sad, now that you think about it. Maybe she doesn't think of Killua as a male…' Gon said, also eyeing Killua. Killua snapped.

'What? Why are you looking at me like that?' Zushi and Gon both grinned simultaneously.

'Nothing!' Killua growled good-naturedly.

'Nothing my foot! Wait until I catch you!' then Gon and Zushi ran laughing, and there was a shout next door for them to be quiet for once.

After an enlightening talk with Efoe (he still didn't stop his affectionate behaviour. Instead, I seemed to become his new best friend. He kept hugging my arm…) I dragged him back towards Gon's room where I saw Killua was straddled over Gon with Zushi watching, boggle eyed.

I widened my eyes and retreated.

'Sorry guys. Didn't mean to interrupt you. I'll just leave now… keep doing what you were doing, don't mind me, I was never here…' Efoe nearly bursted out laughing when he peaked over my shoulder. Killua quickly jumped off Gon and brushed his pants, Gon sitting up and looking quizzically at our behaviour. Ah, how innocent Gon is…

'Wotcha doing Killua?' Efoe said, trying not to laugh at Killua's reaction. 'Never thought you were gay! Don't you like Wi–' Killua suddenly became a blur of speed and clapped his hand over his mouth.

'No! For the last time I DO NOT LIKE HER!' I grinned at this tidbit of information.

'Ooooh Killua, you like somebody! Tell!'

'No!'

'Come on!' I tried those puppy eyes that Gon always used on me (heh, Gon's evil sneaky side) and to my utter interest, he turned around and blushed. I Cheshire Cat grinned again.

'Ooooh, is Killua blushing?' I circled around him. He circled too hiding his face. So I circled faster, which made him circle faster, which then turned us into a circling blur.

Efoe and Zushi watched with wide eyes.

'I feel so bad, watching those two. They're so good.' Gon pouted.

'Not me?'

'Of course you too Gon!'

'Though…' Efoe started.

'What?'

'I kind of feel sorry for Killua.'

'Yeah.'

'Yeah.'

'I agree.' Efoe said, agreeing with his own statement. They laughed.

Then Gon asked,

'What does gay mean?'

Efoe and Zushi's wide eyes stared at Gon.

All was well. Even when I gave up trying to see Killua's face and stopped circling and then fell over and nearly killed my knee on the coffee table from my dizziness.

Until I saw what they did to my breakfast.

'I want the pineapple ice, with the pineapple upside-down cake, and the pineapple and sweet-and-sour cold noodles please.'

'Chocolate milkshake and chocolate pancakes.' Killua stated flatly.

'Your special for today!' Gon said, because he couldn't pick.

'I want your nori ramen.' Zushi said seriously.

'A bowl of strawberries for me, thank you.' Efoe stated brightly.

As we waited, we chatted a bit until our dishes were served up. It was a new restaurant, and I was looking forward to their pineapple dishes. Then I noticed something.

'My pineapple… doesn't look like pineapple.' I poked it, and looked at it.

'What? It totally looks like pineapple though!' Efoe said, as he looked at my dish.

'No it doesn't.'

'Yes it does.' Killua said flatly. He had been in a flat mood ever since we did our circling thing. I would wonder, but my pineapple-that-doesn't-look-like-pineapple was so much more important. I'll worry about him later. Gon leaned forward.

'It does seem slightly weird…'

'Why do you say that?' Efoe asked.

'My instincts!' He grinned. I was still suspicious of my pineapple. So I took a bite.

Immediately, my brain went overdrive until I came to one conclusion.

This was peach disguised as pineapple. I stared at the spoon in my hand. No.

No.

No.

No.

Where is my pineapple? Where is my pineapple? Aah, I need my pineapple! Where is my pineapple!

…

Who is keeping me from my pineapple?

'This. Is. Peach.' I stated, trying to hold my temper in, but failing. 'How DARE they try and trick me.' Dark aura waves were rolling off me. The other people backed away. 'Waiter.' I hissed out. A waiter was immediately shoved towards our table from the other tables.

He looked at me nervously, seeing my overly sweet smile, my friends looking at me like I'd grown a second head, feeling the oppressive force of my anger rolling off me in waves (At least, that's what the others told me later.)

'Why is there a peach in my pineapple sweet-and-sour cold noodles?'

Well, I hoped you enjoyed the chapter! ^^ I will DEFINITELY have a chapter next week. I'm on a roll again! ^^ I was a bit stuck on something, but on my two-week holiday, I think I've found a way.

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