Author's Note: This chapter is crazy. It is a crazie. Arigathanks for proofreading, Amy and Mackan!

Miwaku: I don't own Hunter x Hunter.

CHAPTER 7

Ging could not wait to get out of the whole Hunters Association building. He felt like he was surrounded by too many crazy people.

"Hello, Ging!" Netero waved happily with a laugh.

"Good day, Ging-san." Beans smiled then sighed. "I hope you didn't have much trouble on your way here."

Ging could only smile wryly. "Yeah, not much." He tried to hide the sarcasm in his voice.

"I see that you met other Hunters." Netero noted and looked behind Ging. The latter turned to see Bisky, Wing, and Pariston walking towards them. "How are you all doing?"

"Pretty good, Kaichou." Bisky grinned. "I see you're looking as spry as ever."

"Not bad yourself, Bisky-chan!"

There was a short awkward silence before Bisky said, "I'll pretend I didn't hear that last word." Ging nodded vigorously, wanting to forget that he heard it either.

"Ah, Chairman!" Pariston exclaimed. Ging swore that he was about to be blinded by the brightness. "Every time I see you, it's like you're getting younger and younger!"

"And you're like a doll, Pariston." Netero chuckled.

Ging noted how Netero and Pariston looked at each other, smiling without a care in the world. 'They're so eerily similar it's creepy.' Using a cheerful mask and hiding scathing remarks with pretty words, it was a wild political battle. It was the first time he encountered something like it. And he knew then that he definitely did not want to be a part of that.

He glanced at Beans, who just shrugged but seemed to remember something since the green creature rummaged through a bag. "I almost forgot! Awardees, here is the program proper."

'Hopefully, it will be the first part of the program.' Ging accepted the single sheet of paper, looked at it, and scowled. Apparently, the Single-Star Hunter Awardees were going to be awarded last.

"There is no seating arrangement so feel free to sit anywhere you like." Beans then pointed at the double doors. "The program will start in a few minutes. Please step in the auditorium."

Ging glared at Netero whose grin just widened. 'The old man did this on purpose definitely.' He huffed and stomped his way in the auditorium, not really caring that he looked like a petulant teenager (which he, technically, was).

He sat at a random seat and crossed his arms, wanting it to be all over. He blinked when he felt two people sit at either side of him. At his right was damn Pariston, waving at him with a bright smile, and at his left were Bisky and Wing.

"You don't mind us sitting here, right?" Bisky asked sweetly.

"Oh no, not really. Go ahead." Ging rolled his eyes up in silent exasperation.

He kept silent and ignored the Hunters beside him. His brown eyes just stared straight at the front. Since nothing was happening (again, ignoring Pariston's attempts to chit-chat and Bisky's not-so-subtle glances), he got bored. His mind settled and his breathing deepened until it was steady. Before he knew it, he was in a form of Zetsu and meditating.

He did not think of anything. He did not see or hear anything. All he could process was keeping calm and steady, letting his Nen flow inside him. He did not know how long he was in that meditative state before it was broken by a touch of someone's Nen.

"Hey, hey, hey! Are you okay?"

Ging blinked and turned his head towards the left where a small, gloved hand was holding his arm. "What?"

"You're back." Bisky let out a relieved breath and let go of him. She was whispering. It seemed that the program had started while he was in his meditative state. "What was that back there? I thought you were gone. You just...disappeared."

"I was meditating." Ging frowned, confused by Bisky's reaction. He was not doing anything that was not what he had researched when he first heard of Nen.

"That was not just meditating. It was like Zetsu but more powerful." Bisky's eyes hardened. To Ging, they looked like pink gems. "Who taught you that?"

He decided to answer truthfully because he had no reason to hide it. "No one. I only taught myself."

Bisky's jaw dropped but she immediately regained her composure and looked at the front. She still spoke although it was more hushed. "That's amazing. You have such strong aura. And your control is impeccable for your age."

"Uh thanks, I guess." Ging slouched in his seat to hide the embarrassed flush on his cheeks. He still did not like getting compliments. When he saw Pariston's arm move almost close to his right side, he scooted away with a glare. It was there that he heard mutters from Bisky.

"Such a rough gem. I definitely want to polish that up. The endless possibilities...such a rare opportunity..."

Ging slightly moved away and kept himself at the center of his seat. 'What the hell is wrong with people here, seriously?'

"Ging, do you want me to train you?" Bisky suddenly asked. "I'm a Shingen-Ryu Master so I'm qualified enough."

He was surprised with the question. He did not expect for someone to offer him that. However, he was ready to answer that. "Sorry but I don't need it."'More like, I don't want anyone with me during my travel.'

"I'm sorry to interrupt." Pariston inserted himself to the conversation, much to Ging's chagrin. "But I couldn't help but overhear."

'Yeah right.' Ging thought, his eyebrow twitching. He knew that Bisky (and even Wing) was also thinking the same thing.

"Why don't you accept the offer, Ging-san? It's not always that Bisky-san offers teaching." Pariston kept on smiling.

"I don't care." Ging grumbled out. "I don't want to so that's my final answer." He really really wanted to get out of there. Why was time so slow in the Hunters Association building? Was it a crazy Nen power again?

"Fine!" Bisky then huffed and turned away from him. Beside her, Wing silently said an apology with a small grin.

Ging sighed and wished that the program would be over...while simultaneously leaning away from Pariston's annoying brightness.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

Clutching a new black folder with the Hunters Association logo on it and a new Hunter license for becoming a Single-Star Archaelogical Hunter because of the restoration of the Kongo Gold Vein, Ging dashed out of the auditorium, straight to the elevator which he closed the doors quickly.

'Finally. I'm alone at last.' The program was dreadfully wrong and so awkward for him with Pariston's fake smiles, Bisky's pouting, and even Wing's silent apologies that were sounding repetitive. He did not even want to remember Netero's chuckling and Beans' sighs.

'And here I am.' Ging looked at his new Hunter license. It was new in looks and benefits. It looked fancier than the regular Hunter license and seemed to be harder and thicker in material.

He did not care about that - the same with the added benefits. It did not make much of a difference to him anyway. It was just that - a bonus. He was just glad that he got away from the crazy people and was alone again.

Much to his annoyance, the elevator ride was quicker than the one earlier. He arrived at the lobby and was about to run towards the exit when suddenly, he bumped into someone...again.

'Just how unlucky could I get?!' Ging rubbed his head and hoped that it did not leave a bruise. He glanced at the person he bumped into and paused. 'Wait, is that even a person?'

The...female (Ging was quite sure of that) was green-haired, green-eyed, and wore a long flowy skirt and a blouse. It was okay, pretty normal. What was not 'okay' and 'normal' was the dog-like features - a small snout-like nose and triangular ears on the head.

Normally, Ging would have apologized at once. But then, he was distracted by the dog-like features that his mind was going overdrive with questions.

'How was that possible? Is she a hybrid? Or did she change it herself? I need to know more.' Standing up, he ran out of the building, completely forgetting the one he bumped into. He did not see the glare and did not hear the growl from the green-haired woman.

Once out, Ging stepped back all of a sudden. A familiar scroll was in front of him. He took it with a frown. Opening it, he read and smirked wryly.

Want to know how can two-headed wolves breed? See the back for more details.

Netero

'How the hell did he know?' Ging looked up at the top of the Hunters Association building and swore that he saw the old man laughing at him. 'It's not the same but really, it's the thought that counts.'

He did not mind that it was not a restoration of ruins. He would have to research first to do that again. But, for the meantime, other odd jobs would suffice for him.

'Alright, time to work!'

TO BE CONTINUED

Author's Note: A loner and a workaholic at age fifteen (and since twelve). Ging sure has it bad. This chapter is not as funny as it should be. Where's my humor?!

Expect in the next chapter: Assassins, Intent, Ruins

See you next time!