Don't kill me please! I have a reason for my lateness and that is…

Life. And the last week of school (which is surprisingly full of hw. Stupid teachers.)

Thank you for my reviewers! I have reached the fifty mark! ^^ Hehe, my awesome sister who beta-ed and wrote a part of this for me, my good old friend RGNN, my favouriters and story-alerters (though… review?) and everyone else who read this story!

Stopping my rambling, please read. I hope you enjoy this… random instalment. Haha!

Wing-sensei looked at the rings in interest.

'So you said that in your inner room, you inserted all your nen into these rings?'

'Yeah.' I said, not formal for once, because I was looking at the rings too.

'How curious. How utterly utterly curious.' He muttered to himself. I grinned.

'I know it's very interesting, but it's nearly time for Gon's match. Let's go!' He looked up and nodded.

'Zushi! Where are you? We're going to Gon's match with Hisoka now!' Zushi hurried out of the bathroom.

'Sorry! Let's go now!' He said as he nearly tripped over himself to put on shoes. Then he hurried down the stairs. 'I want to get in time to encourage Gon in his match!' I hurried after him.

'Wait for me, Zushi!' I put my shoes on as well, and my staff banged against my leg as I sped up to catch up with him. We ran down the streets where there were people yelling out about 'last tickets for Hisoka's and Gon's match!' and people hurrying like we were to get into the Celestial tower.

The elevators were packed. There was a line to get into them. I stared at the line and stared at the tower and got an evil idea.

'We'll never reach level 107 in time to encourage Gon at this rate!' Zushi despaired. I grabbed his arm and tugged him out of line.

'What are you doing, Wind…' He trailed off as he saw the evil gleam in my eyes. Then he saw my staff, then the tower, and looked at me.

'No.'

'Yes, Zushi, yes.'

'No.'

'Yes.'

'No.'

'Yes.'

'NO!'

'No choice, Zushi.' I tugged him on and jumped, the wings expanding as I went.

'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH, I'M GONNA DIE!' I laughed as the people under us became more and more like ants. I broke a window and went in. Zushi paled.

'Wind… I think you'd need to pay for that.' I shrugged. With Jeb's wallet, I could get as much money as I want.

Pity I couldn't use it to get stuff for other people.

'Gon!' Gon, who had been talking to Killua, turned around and smiled.

'Wind! Zushi!' We reached him and I whacked him on the back.

'Good luck!' He gave a determined smile and fingered something in his pocket.

'Yeah. I'll need it.'

'G-g-good luck, Gon.' Gon looked down at Zushi worriedly.

'Are you ok, Zushi? You look a bit pale.' He smiled.

'I'm fine! But please direct any window bills to Wind please?' Gon had a question mark above his head while Efoe rushed into the room.

'Gon! Good luck! Bash that pretty face of his, yeah?' Gon smiled.

'YEAH!' We blinked at his enthusiastic response and all laughed. We slowly went out.

'Careful, we all know that Hisoka's strong.' Gon nodded with a smile on his lips. His eyes were focused on something behind us. I sighed. He hadn't absorbed any of that, had he?

'Yeah.'

And so, we left Gon staring at the entrance to the stadium to get good seats. At least it was a reassuring thought that Hisoka won't kill Gon because he was an 'unripe fruit'.

What a creepy paedo.

A cool creepy paedo.

Gon's view

My fight with Hisoka has arrived! I must fight to the fullest and earn my right to give him back his badge! Then I will not owe him anything more, and I will have repaid my debt.

I must concentrate...

Back to Wind's view

I watched Gon walk away to the fighting people's area, still slightly worried since Gon's glassy-eyed-from-over-concentrating gaze was disconcerting, and followed the others to the audience stands.

Actually, it was more like following Efoe's voice bellowing out over the noise of the other already noisy spectators, his excitement making him even louder than usual.

Once Gon had disappeared from view, I turned back to the others... and then winced. Stupid Efoe and his loud voice! It wasn't that obvious when I was concentrating more on Gon and worrying about him, but now that I'm actually listening to him, he could probably be hired on the spot by the Celestial Tower to become a match announcer, being loud (and annoying) enough.

'Killua! Aren't you scared for Gon at all? He's friggin' fighting HISOKA! Who is like the scariest, creepiest person ever!'

Killua sighed and looked at Efoe. 'I'm more worried for him than scared right now, Efoe.'

'WHAT? REALLY? But my heart is thumping like crazy just thinking about it! How about you, Zushi?'

'I kinda feel the same as Killua, since Gon's really strong and super gifted at nen. I'm just scared that Gon'll do something stupid.'

'Yeah.' Killua nodded wisely. 'Exactly.'

Efoe nearly steamed with exasperation. 'But it's HISOKA! Who's really really really really SCARY and CREEPY and KILLS WITH CARDS!' He continued to shout really loudly, attracting the attention of practically the whole corridor as we all moved slowly into the stadium. People began to shout things back at Efoe.

'Yeah, boy! Gon's going to get pawned!' said one fighter dude with guns the size of watermelon. His friend next to him, another massively muscle-y dude with a purple mohawk, snorted and punched the first guy's arm.

'Gon might get pawned, but I bet you he's not gonna go down without a fight. Man, this will be one epic fight. And anyway, that little dude is smart. He's not gonna get killed like that doppelganger dude Hisoka fought against last.'

Efoe yelled proudly at the mohawk guy. 'Of course Gon's going to be awesome. It's GON!'

Cheers echoed down the hallway.

'That's right!'

'Whoo! Go Gon!'

'No way! Hisoka all the way!'

'Hisoka!'

'Gon FOR THE WIN!'

'HISOKAAA! YOU'RE MY HERO!'

...

'Gon's so cute!' The girl who had said that then squealed loudly. 'I'm SO dating him when he gets older!'

...

Sweatdrop.

Gon had fan girls already? (They never covered this in the anime or manga…)

And then her friend spoke up (just as loudly and just as shrilly).

'If you're dating Gon, then Killua's TOTALLY mine. He is such a hottie! Even though he's only twelve! Imagine him at our age, badass, uber delicious, seventeen...' Cue squeals from both girls.

I cringed and sighed. Stupid loud squealing girls. Don't they know that Killua's mine? He's my friend! Not some object! And why would he be "delicious"?

Even though I was five metres behind the three boys (in an attempt to not be associated with Efoe, the loud, annoying baka), I could still see Killua's ears turn red.

I tried to suppress my laughter. Whatever annoyance I had had at the girls soon turned into laughter as Killua turned redder, and redder, and redder.

Efoe, still shouting at the two muscle men from before, hadn't noticed any of this.

'Hey Killua, don't you think that... Killua? Are you alright? You're all red.'

Killua just brushed Efoe's hand away and walked extremely quickly down the corridor, disappearing into the dark stadium entrance thing. Zushi ran after him.

'Killua, wait! You're going too fast!'

Efoe started to run after them, before stopping and turning around.

'Wind! Where are you?' Uh-oh. I quickly raised a hand to my face, (hopefully) hiding my face from view. Please don't see me, I don't want to be associated with you right now…

'Wind! Why are you hiding behind your hand?'

...

'Nothing. Let's go catch up to Killua, yeah?' And then I ran away from Efoe as fast as I could.

'Wind! Why are you running so fast? The match doesn't start for another fifteen minutes!' Efoe began to sprint after me, shouting goodbyes to the muscle men.

'Bye guys! See you later!'

'See ya, Efoe! We'll meet up for drinks later, yeah?'

By that time, I had already caught up with Killua and Zushi and had sat down already. And I could still hear Efoe call out to them and arrange their meeting.

I tried to massage away my headache from his yelling and the girls' squeals. With his voice, Efoe will never be out of a job. He'll just become a Celestial Tower commentator.

Why was I friends with such a loud person? Stupid Efoe and his bellowing voice. Maybe that's why... what was Efoe's crush's name? Yannie-chan's dad didn't want him to date his daughter.

Finally, Efoe reached us and sat down, thankfully next to Zushi, so that we were sitting in a row with me next to Killua who was next to Zushi who was next to Efoe. Yay! He was sitting furthest from me!

Efoe shouted at us. 'We got good seats! You're so awesome, Killua!'

Killua and I simultaneously blocked our ears with our fingers. Surprisingly, Zushi, who was sitting right beside him, was totally unaffected. Maybe because he's already going deaf with a sensei who could shout so loud it can overpower every other person screaming and kill the sound system in Celestial Tower?

'Hey. Why are you blocking your fingers? Listen to me! LISTEN TO ME!'

We were spared by Wing-sensei appearing next to him. Efoe immediately stood up.

'Wing-sensei! Sit here next to your pupil! I'll sit next to you and absorb all your commentary on the match to become stronger!'

Wing-sensei smiled at him and sat down. Efoe immediately plonked himself down next to Wing-sensei and began to talk (more like scream in his ears) with him.

I laughed at Wing-sensei's expressions of confusion as Efoe barraged him with questions that weren't relevant at all.

'Sensei! Why is Hisoka's hair red? Is it his natural hair colour?'

'Sensei! Does Gon ever wear anything else other than his green jacket-and-shorts combo?'

'Sensei! Don't you ever get tired of wearing glasses? You should get contacts!'

And then the shouting of the actual commentator began to resonate throughout the arena, infinitely louder than fifty-million Efoes with the fancy sound systems of the Tower.

My ears... My poor ears… I want earplugs! Or earmuffs at least!

Then I remembered a conversation with Breezy back when we were still in Avril.

'Breezy, why can you touch boiling stuff with just your hands?' I peered at the wind user while eating my bowl of pineapple sorbet.

Breezy laughed. 'It's because I have wind-gloves on.'

'Huh?'

'Look, air is an insulator, yeah? So, by twisting air with breezes and winds, I can make any insulating thing at all. Like my wind-gloves, or earmuffs, or even a jacket, if you make it think enough and with a bit of fire. But that's only possible for you and the Queen.'

I began to twist a pair of earmuffs for myself. Think enough to protect me from excessive sounds, but with special currents to pull sounds into my ears. Just like how Breezy taught me. Once the last bit of air twisted itself into the earmuffs to form one unending loop of wind, the sound diminished heaps. It was still loud, but it was a comfortable loud. Not a my-ears-are-going-to-bleed loud.

I grinned, and then noticing Killua's pained expressions, made a pair for him too. He gaped as I finished making his pair. Maybe it was because his hearing suddenly decreased so much.

'Don't worry; it's not your hearing dying from overloud idiots like that one over there. They're wind-earmuffs. So don't worry, it's not going to kill your hearing.' Killua grinned at me, still a little bit confused.

'Thanks, Wind. What did you do?'

A movement of green on the stage caught my eye. 'I'll explain later!'

Killua nodded, since he had also noticed the little green figure.

Efoe summarised all our thoughts with one syllable, yelled at the top of his lungs and repeated over and over again.

'Gon! Gon! Gon!'

All over the stadium, Gon supporters began to pick up the chant, while Hisoka fans began to shout his name. The stadium filled with their names, (excepting for those stupid people who only want to see blood and shouting stuff like 'To death!' and 'Kill him!'), practically drowning out the commentator's recap of Gon and Hisoka's progress in the Tower until the bell signifying the start of the match rang. Then the shouts turned into cheers.

Then Gon started running. And then the arena turned silent, or as silent as ten-thousand people squished into a roofed stadium can be, until Gon began to attack Hisoka in a blur of flying limbs.

Zushi whispered to Wing-sensei, 'What is he trying to do?'

'Because he is so much weaker than Hisoka physically, in experience and nen-wise, Gon knows that for him to have even only an extremely small advantage, he needs to attack first and quickly, preventing Hisoka from putting him onto defence.'

Zushi nodded in understanding before asking Wing-sensei another question. Efoe was too engrossed in the fight to even listen, let alone learn from, Wing-sensei's "pearls of wisdom", or whatever he called them before the match.

We all stared at the two figures intently. Then Killua frowned and muttered softly, 'Hisoka hasn't moved from his position at all.'

I glanced at him. 'What?' I must have watched Gon and Hisoka's fight fifty-million times, since their fight was so exciting, but I could not remember Killua saying these things. Maybe because I was so engrossed by the action on the screen and commenting on the fight with Dusky that I never realised what Killua thought of the fight.

'If you look closely at them, Gon's the one darting all over the place. But Hisoka hasn't moved at all. Not even for shifting a foot or something. It's like he's glued down to the floor.'

I stared at Gon and Hisoka again, this time focusing on Hisoka's feet instead of trying to track Gon's attacks.

'You're right. Hisoka's not moving his feet at all.'

'But from there, you can see his weakness.'

'What do you mean?'

Killua opened his mouth to explain, but was interrupted by the judge guy.

'Clean hit! One point for Hisoka!'

The crowd erupted into screams once more.

Killua looked at Gon. 'He'll be considering feints now.'

I looked at him in amazement. He ignored me and continued to talk quietly to himself. 'Hisoka doesn't seem to be having fun either... There's a terrible difference in the practice... But there's the weak point! Hisoka is confident that he has the upper hand. That's why he doesn't run. There's the weakness!'

Then his face changed and smiled. 'And it looks like Gon has realised it too!'

I looked back at the stadium. And then grinned. I remember this. The most epic bit of the fight.

Gon was charging at Hisoka, punching and kicking like before. Hisoka blocked them, nearly yawning with boredom. But then, Gon leapt to the edge of the tile, lifting it easily and then tossed it at Hisoka, who had lost his bored expression.

With speed faster than a bullet, the oversized tile began to crack and then form pieces that flew at Hisoka, who destroyed them into puffs of dust. And then, and then, a green blur. To the side. Launching at Hisoka, who turned a moment too late. A fist, so fast I sensed it on the air currents rather than see it, emerged and whacked into the side of Hisoka's face with the all the force that two tonnes of strength can muster. The green blur solidifying into Gon.

Hisoka widened his eyes at the blow, and began to smile with genuine surprise and excitement, for once not creepy or paedo.

The bits of tile still in the air rained around them, anime effects ensuring that no pieces hit the two standing, face to face, staring at each other.

'Critical hit! Two points for Gon!'

The arena nearly cracked at the sound levels generated by that.

'GON!'

'HISOKA!'

'WHOOOOOOOOOO!' Spectators were nearly incoherent with excitement.

The commentator found her voice back.

'Incredible! Gon got a critical hit! So Gon leads by two to one!'

I tuned out after that, instead of focusing on Hisoka, who had finally begun to move, sauntering slowly towards Gon. Gon began to stride towards Hisoka and stopped in front of the Joker. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a very familiar round white badge with a big, black 44 printed on it. He held it up to Hisoka, who smiled and took it from him, before making it disappear with his magic.

I began to cheer. Gon had finally fulfilled his goal! Zushi was shouting enthusiastically, as was Efoe (has that guy even stopped shouting since before the match?) Even Killua next to me, so unflappable unless he was in one of his brainwashed-by-Illumi-cannot-have-friends moods, was cheering as well.

And then Gon and Hisoka sprang apart, and the match began once more.

Ok, you can kill me now. =="

Next week! ^^ Ja! *runs away from flying rocks*