Iason is thrust through a whirlwind of emotions, as he comes to terms with the new changes. Killua hits a breakthrough, although, he really hopes it's not too late.

Iason panicked, not from what Gon had done, but his own reaction to Gon's action. His hands found the back of the boy's torso and head, tracing his fingers through curves his mind was too busy trying to paint a picture, rather than contemplate.

He could feel curves, scars; he would've imagined Sakura having already discovered through his ministrations… his massages. The tempted feeling was wonderful, having Gon kiss, alighting these nerves he was sure he'll soon regret at the moment had passed.

He knew Sakura was watching them right now. Was the boy angry, frustrated…? Did he feel betrayed by Gon's action, or from Iason's own lack of reaction, to push the boy away? He didn't know, and honestly, he wasn't sure he had the resolve to care…

And it wasn't because he didn't care; it was because he wasn't in control over his own body right now… Not, that it made the situation any better!

Iason pulled his legs up, wrapping them around Gon as he heard the boy hum in approval, one of Gon's hands being used to support the boy's move by holding onto one of his butt cheeks, giving it a few gentle squeezes as Iason moaned at the touch, feverishly kissing the boy back, which only further pushed Gon to want to take on Iason's challenge.

Using his other hand to weave his fingers through the boy's hair, he continued to enjoy the moment.

He could feel the ripples in Iason's body, the feeling of Iason's crotch gyrating against his stomach, his kisses getting hungrier by the second. He even felt it in his own body, his member already rising, betraying his intentions, if he really even knew what the next step was in this case.

He really only knew what to do with girls, and now after Sakura's reveal, he found another way to further explore each other's bodies. Adding Iason to the mix would only further add the fun. And by Iason's own movements, he could tell, the boy knew more than what he was letting on.

Gon tried to balance the two, attempting to move in the direction of one of the edges of the bath, so they could get out of the water without any of them making a happy little mistake. He wouldn't want to contaminate the constantly cycling water.

Placing his butt down on the wood, Gon continued to hum, their kisses easing down as it meant one needed to take a breather soon. With one playful smack of his lips, Gon was the first to pull away, noticing the messy changes within Iason's expression.

The flushed cheeks, the plump lips… the hazed, glossed over eyes; Gon had done this, and he was proud of his actions. He had no shame whatsoever from his actions. In actuality, he was thinking of Sakura the whole time, wondering if he could draw a similar reaction from his boyfriend, or would his be completely different?

Gon drew his fingers along Iason's hair, tucking a few strands behind the boy's ear, never once losing his smile; the same Iason was haphazardly sporting right now. He loved it, and his greedy side wanted more…

And he would've gotten more if it weren't for that loud cough.

A cough that sounded more annoyed, than angry… a cough which had brought Iason out of his stupor. Iason and Gon turned, noticing their companion sitting with his arms crossed. He was pouting, slightly mad from what had transpired.

The boys turned to face each other once more, Gon offering an apologetic smile. It was at this moment Iason force himself away from Gon, falling back into the water, an attempt to hide his mistakes.

Now that he was able to think, not act on those primal instincts; he regretted his earlier actions as soon as regained his consciousness. Sure, he couldn't deny that he liked kissing Gon… but Gon was Sakura's partner. Gon should be kissing Sakura like that, not him… why even him?

Had he accidentally given away his hidden feelings at some point? Had Gon or Sakura realised he had been checking out Gon? No… it just wasn't possible.

"I'm… I'M SORRY, Sakura…" the boy belted out those words, unable to turn around, lest they'll see the tears… the proof that he regretted his actions.

"It's not your fault…" Sakura now was getting really angry. Gon seriously has no tact sometimes! He should've asked the boy for his consent, not drag him into a frenzied, passionate kiss. He was so mad; he absolutely ignored Gon's innocence gaze, and how Gon could look more at Iason, worried, rather than depleted of virtually all regrets.

It may have been his jealousy kicking in at the time, but a part of him did wish Gon had done that with him more often. He was kinda aroused from the situation, which he should be. He has to make Gon apologize somehow, but first, he must also show that he isn't mad at Iason.

Iason had blamed nobody, but himself for the kiss, "It's this idiots fault…" Sakura pointed at Gon, even though Iason couldn't see it. But Gon had kept smiling as if he knew something Sakura didn't.

If anything, it only made him madder, "This isn't fair! Where's my kiss…?"

Iason stopped trembling, questioning the boy's words. Was that directed at him? How come Sakura hadn't yelled at him, accusing him of forcing Gon to cheat on him? Sure, Gon made the first move, be he could've stopped it at any point before it happened…

The boy weighed his options, having already made one mistake, another one could lead to disaster, but it could also help him rectify the issue. If all Sakura wanted was a kiss as an apology, he could give one to the boy, and then further admit his sorrows…

He could somehow make it up to the boys…

Iason turned, facing Sakura, whose head was turned in the direction of Gon, still pouting. In a last-ditch effort, the boy glided through the water towards Sakura, coming out of the water like some mermaid catching a sailor off guard.

He firmly placed his hands on either side of Sakura, surprising the boy in the process. Moving one hand to the boy's cheek, Iason pulled Sakura into a kiss, hoping that it would be more than enough to satisfy the boy's request.

Gon whistled in the background as Iason pulled away, Sakura's cheeks flushed from the action. The kiss clearly showed the boy's tender side, as well as something else. Had he gotten everything wrong?

Now that he thinks about it, didn't Iason have his legs wrapped around Gon when they came out of the water? "Oh…" Sakura murmured out loud, now realising why Gon was so smug earlier.

The moment Gon kissed Iason, the boy had pulled Gon in, which showed some form of consent was being made, just not verbally… He misread the scenario, which gave him no reason to remain mad. After all, Gon and he did talk about this.

If there were going to be any moves made on Iason, they had to get the boy's consent first. Although, he would've preferred Gon to have asked first, before initiating the kiss, "that was more directed at Gon…"

He saw it, the visible pain on Iason's face, the regret bubbling at the forefront of the boy's expression as he let go of his face.

Iason allowed himself to drift along the water, wanting to float to the furthest part of the bath, to be alone for the remainder of the day. There was something about the situation that seemed off, but his mind was too busy trying to focus on the mistakes he had made. There were far too many of them in one sitting, and he wasn't sure how many more he was allowed to make…

Sakura definitely misread the situation. The boy groaned out loud, jumping back into the bath to chase after Iason. He didn't want the boy to regret his actions, so he pulled the boy back in for a hug, a small kiss pressed into the side of the boy's cheeks.

"It's ok Iason… I'm not mad at you for kissing me… or Gon for that matter. We both agreed if this was going to happen, we'd ask for your permission first…"

"But I…"

"It's ok…" Sakura tucked a strand of wet hair behind Iason's ear, continuing to smile at the boy, to show that his not upset at what transpired, "If you need some time to think the scenario over, you can have as much time as you need. We'll give you-"

Gon loomed over the two of them, pulling them both into a greedy hug, "Yay! We have another addition to our life."

"Wait, Gon-"

Gon however didn't, he claimed Iason's lips once more, the boy melting into the warm touch, the affections being directed at him. Sakura fumed, shoving Gon's face so he can say what needs to be said, "Gon! I was just about to say-"

"It's ok…" Iason held his emotions together. As long as Gon and Sakura are ok with this, he can be too. It's just going to take a lot of time getting used to the random kisses and what-not. He's not sure how the bedroom department is going to work… he still has his deal with Sakura, and now that his technically a third member of their relationship, it made things a little more difficult to hide, to move around behind Gon's back…

Should he and Sakura come clean with their plan now…?

No, he'll just have to ask Sakura when they're alone.

"Jeez! Not you too…" Sakura whined as he leaned forward, unable to hold Iason thanks to Gon's tight grip. So, instead, he settled on touching their noses together, offering a smile along with flustered cheeks, "May we kiss you…?"

Iason blinked, cheeks flushed from all the intimacy he'd been receiving for the last few minutes… possibly an hour, considering Gon's first kiss alone felt like an eternity had gone by, "Considering Gon already stole at least two, why even bother asking…?"

Gon pouted as Sakura spoke, answering for Gon's crime, his lack of control "Because I want you to feel comfortable… WE want you to feel comfortable…"

Iason looked at Gon who kept quiet, his giddiness only showing. Clearly he was excited to know he was going to be the first to be kissed; instead, Iason turned back to Sakura, tilting slightly so that the two of their noses don't mush together. He kissed the boy, a smile inching its way across his face as he felt Sakura return the gesture, each boy taking a moment to tease Gon.

Gon, however, was getting impatient, bouncing in the pool as he tried to hold in his desire. He whined out loud, almost wanting to break apart his two lover's kiss, just so he'll be allowed to kiss, "Stop teasing me…"

When Iason pulled back, he hadn't expected Gon's next move, almost being dragged away from Sakura, he felt Gon's more assertive, aggressive nature kick in. His kisses felt like petrol being spilled on a fire. It was the worst thing you could do on the planet, but he'll be damned if he said he didn't like it.

It felt like Gon knew how to alight all his passions, to make his body burn with a single desire.

Gon uses his kisses like a battering ram, hammering at his walls like the low thumping of his beating heart; sooner or later, Gon is going to be in the heart of his keep, admiring Iason's castle of raw emotions.

But he couldn't deny liking Sakura's either, his were mellow, calm to the touch, like constant blissful waves caressing your body at the beach.

These two were like fire and ice, but he never felt like he was being burned or frozen. Where Sakura made sure he was emotionally being looked after, Gon's hands-on approach made sure he was always physically comfortable.

There was a playful slap coming from Sakura, the boy fuming slightly for being left out, "Gon, what about me…?"

Gon giggled at his partner's reaction, pulling away from Iason with an apologetic smile, "Sorry…" the boy muttered, taking a moment to savour his fingers weaving through the boy's hair, "I'll be right back."

The boy left Iason; He felt a mix of emotions as he watched Sakura and Gon kiss, the former's cheeks bright red, his fingers taking the time to explore the boy's hair. Iason couldn't help but feel slightly jealous, yes, those two had been partners for longer, but it was the way they moved together.

They were more connected on a level of comfortability, even when Sakura would voice his concerns, to tell the boy he shouldn't be pushing himself or others to do something, the two just clicked so easily in Iason's eyes.

Should he really get a chance to be a part of that?

He doesn't regret what had happened… and he does want more, but it's just seeing these two is what makes it harder to wish for more. Iason bit his lip before making a decision, to stop putting up these walls Gon could crush with simple affection…

He pulled in close, kissing the juncture between Gon's jaw and neck, they were soft and tender, impossible to maintain thanks to the bobbing of the water. Gon pulled back slightly after feeling the kiss on his neck, smiling down at Iason, "Why didn't I think of that…?"

Sakura tried to maintain his emotions, Gon's kisses always leaving him breathless, wanting more, "Think of what…?"

Gon brought his mouth to Sakura's neck, kissing it a little under the boy's jawline, a soft sigh being released at the gesture, "That…" Sakura squirmed under Gon's touch, wondering what they should do now…

Iason pulled Gon away from Sakura, seeing that the boy needed some time to regain his thoughts. He held the boy close, pulling him in for another kiss while Sakura recuperates his thoughts.

The group continued to share a kiss, each boy trying to get equal time with each other, the only difference now, with Gon's new found knowledge, he never felt bored when his two partners kiss, enjoying the sounds he could pull out of them whenever he kissed their neck.

Maybe Iason could teach him even more…

"~"

Killua slammed his last page down, rubbing his temples as he whined, "Why the hell, does your dad know Scarlet's favourite Ice-cream, but he won't relinquish information about her current location."

"Dad said this was all the information he could gather, right… which means its Vastorie's fault for keeping her current whereabouts a secret."

"Which is who, I'm complaining about right now…"

"Oh, I know… I'm surprised there is no documentation about her family, lovers… friends… etc. I would've imagined he'll keep in contact with those details just in case."

"Wait, Zaikaria knew she'll be here in Aswaqiya, but all the current information gathered by Nathaniel, points to her still being in Yorknew. It gives me a valid reason to suspect foul play… like she's being chased."

"By what or who…?"

"Something in her past perhaps…"

"Or something she's holding onto…" Daniel flicked through a couple of the older photos, pulling up one in particular. It was a photo of her as a young teen. She was wearing the same necklace, an heirloom with a charred coat-of-arms. It was still visible, but impossible to decipher. Daniel showed the photo, pointing out a link between all her photos "This… this is linked to her past."

Killua took the photo, looking over the object, yes, he took a mental note of it before, but there was no way to link the coat. It's been completely scratched out, barely any resemblance of the remaining coat-of-arms to be found. Sure, it could be used as a hint, but he hasn't seen anything like that in his past.

The gem perhaps, but not the actual amulet; it was a blood red diamond… they aren't cheap to come by, and considering Vastorie's spending habits, he wouldn't be surprised if the man brought it for her…

"Wait…" Killua took a second glance, he has come by that "The museum! The one you took Alluka to!"

Daniel took another glance before flicking through his phone, pulling up all his photos of the day. He stopped at one in particular, zooming in on an object. It had the name of the person who donated it, a name he couldn't recognise "It was donated by Clarets Elk Overfond… never heard of him…"

"That's because it's not a real name… at least I hope not. Clarets is an anagram. Clarets can be used to spell Scarlet, as for Elk Overfond, not sure if it's an anagram or a made up name… for now, let's see if there's another Clarets, in town."

Killua pulled out a laptop he borrowed from the hotel, typing away on the computer as Daniel continued to look through the photos.

"And like that…" Killua snapped his fingers as he flicked the computer around, "Clarets Sutton is in town. HE, or should I say SHE, owns a local business. He is a psychic, one who nobody cares about… except for Hunters…" Killua pointed to the man, a thin trail of aura coating the person.

Daniel high fived Killua, both finally excited to solve this long disaster of information overload together. The boy could finally relax, happy to know that he helped Killua in some way…

Although, his happiness was short lived; he felt the sting of Victor's malice once more digging through his chest, interweaving through his aura. Killua was already at the boy's side, his fingers tracing the boy's body… soothing it as he tried to stop the aura from spreading.

It's been a couple of days since Killua had first drawn the secret out of Daniel, and while the amount of times Daniel has collapsed out of agony hasn't increased… the rate of pain always remained the same.

He would collapse, cry out in agony, and all Killua could do was watch until it had passed.

He did note, however, that the time the boy spent flopping around in pain has changed. The first time he witnessed it, it would last about five minutes, now it only lasts three… The only difference is Killua now knows about it, and frankly speaking, Killua's knowledge about the situation, does not equate with Daniel's pain decreasing. The two are independent of each other…

There must be something else affecting it… something he cannot see yet.

Killua shifted his fingers along the underside of his partner's body, carefully picking him up to move him. Yes, it wasn't recommended, but Daniel has this situational awareness which causes his body to react.

The moment Killua picked up Daniel, the boy already clung to him; one hand digging his fingers into his shirt, while the other reached around under the boy's armpit, in an attempt hold onto his shoulder.

It was amazing how Daniel refused to give up, to live through the pain before he was able to offer him another smile. Killua gently laid Daniel on the bed, a few fingers drawing along the boy's face. He took the time to flick a few strands of hair out of the boy's face.

"Hold on, I'll be right back…" Killua left in a hurry, returning only once he had a cup of water in his hands. Daniel isn't normally thirsty after an attack, but it's better to be safe than sorry.

Once the boy returned he noticed Daniel's unusually still frame, "That's not right…" He slid the water onto the side table, placing his head against the boy's heart. It's still beating, neither slowing down or speeding up, always, at the same pace, it usually does. But this time, it does sounds a little quieter than usual; it might be also because he's knocked out…

He didn't want to leave this to chance, so he immediately grabbed Daniel's phone, removing the boy's password as he called out for Alluka "Sis, can you please come here right now."

Alluka poked her head in at the doorway, hearing the urgency in her brother's voice. She approached her brother, Killua tapping away at his partner's phone "What happened?" The girl took notice of Daniel's stilled frame, Killua handing her the phone as he kneeled before her, a hand placed on her head "I just need you to look after Daniel for a moment… If anything changes, call me on Daniel's phone. Immediately!"

Not even waiting for a second longer, the boy left in a hurry, chasing after the one, and the only clue they have. Hopefully, they're right…

Hopefully, Clarets is actually Scarlet and not a damn coincidence.

"~"

Killua hammered at the door, the closed sign resting against the window, signifying its shut for the day. Clarets Emporium of dreams… The name was indicative of his current situation, Alluka's worrying texts coming through every ten minutes, updating him on the changes Daniel is currently going through.

The changes were minuscule, but on a larger scale when put together could spell for a serious disaster. Daniel was squirming in bed, breathing heavily as he called out Killua's name, his eyes closed, unable to lay witness to the world… to see that his boyfriend was no longer in the room…

"Please, open up…" Killua slammed his fist against the door, hoping he was making enough commotion to wake up even the dead. The building remained quiet, except for the noise of his constant banging…

She had to be here! The shop was built like a house, designed to live and work out of. When no one came to the door, Killua bent down, drawing a single fingernail out like a sharp knife, sticking it through the lock.

He didn't intend to break in; so hopefully, the noise of the lock breaking would bring them down… or cause them to run. He twisted his finger in the lock, the alarm blaring in the background as he entered. As he stood at the doorway, there was no movement "Shit… had she left…?" Killua took a step forward, looking around the entrance "Look, I don't mean you any harm… I need your help…"

"That's a funny thing to say, especially after breaking into my home…"

Killua snapped his head in the direction of the voice, noticing a figure who hadn't been there a second ago. Only those who knew Zetsu would be able to sneak into the room like that, not a single sound to disturb the surroundings.

It was a well-dressed man, his sleeves rolled up, and not a single hair to disturb those unusually slender arms. Killua held up his hands to show he meant no harm, his aura barely wavering just in case. He knows the person knows he can use Nen, he could see it in their eyes, the slightly narrowing glance, his defence up, waiting for a moment to catch him off guard.

Killua didn't relent, however, doubling down on his desire "Please, my partner needs help!"

"And you couldn't wait until tomorrow… or call, you know, a doctor."

"A true psychic would have read my mind and seen why I had to come in."

"Touché… But that still doesn't answer my question. Why, did you break into my home?"

"I need Scarlet Sutton's help…"

There wasn't a flinch, just a brow rising as the so-called psychic crossed their arms, "My name is Clarets, not Scarlet…" The man took a step forward, showing their figure, lean in build, hair pulled back in a ponytail, the scarlet red hair bounced as he turned his head slightly, still suspicious of the boy before him.

"You have to be… Zaikaria told me she'll be here."

"At this location…?"

"Not necessarily, but the clues, the clues lead me here to this location."

Clarets cracked their neck, uncrossing his arms as his tone changed, "I suggest you leave now." With a click, a figure formed behind them, dressed in a top hat, face hidden in a shadow.

It brought its cane up to its face, blazing red eyes being directed at him, "I knew you were a Nen user the moment you showed your face…" Clarets hadn't reacted at the news, fingers being curled into a fist. He had to act now, say anything, any name or surname other than Zaikaria to trigger them "Vastorie Darkscryer…"

They stopped, figure stiffening at the mere mention of the name being uttered by the boy, "How do you know that name?"

"My partner is Daniel Darkscryer, his son…"

"And…?"

"His been inflicted with a Nen curse, which I desperately need to be cured!"

"Mommy…?"

Killua and Scarlet's head snapped in the direction of the staircase overlooking the entrance, a small boy wiping away at his tired eyes, "What's going on…?"

"Go back to bed honey, everything is ok…"

Killua didn't move, his hands remaining at his side. A child changes the situation; a single move could spell the difference between getting the help he needs, Scarlet, disappearing into the evening sunset…

"Who's the boy with moonlight hair…?"

Killua so badly wanted to look away, but the mere thought of Scarlet bolting still scared him, "I just need your mother's help. Nothing to worry about… Sorry to disturb your sleep."

Wait, why didn't his constant banging wake the boy? Was he real, or a figment of his imagination? Actually, why isn't he or the cops reacting to the screeching noise of the alarm…?

His head turned to face Claret, her eyes side glancing him just in case. She was more worried about her son at the top of the staircase, but that still didn't stop her from watching him either. Her stone-faced reaction tried to show none of it, "baby, go upstairs and lock the door…"

The child's tone changed, eyes widening in fear. Was this kid the one his mother always warned him about, the ones who wanted to take his mother way?

"Mommy, is he-"

"No, his not one of them. But go upstairs and lock your door! GO!" Clarets cleared the room, her clenched fist being drawn towards Killua, the boy threw up his arms in self-defence, his arms crossed as he watched the Nen figure moving right behind her, each step graceful, unlike its face.

It was maniacal in appearance, a skeleton's face with its jaw turned slightly upward. It moved like it was being manipulated, like a puppet on strings. The Nen user must be a manipulator of some kind, but it wouldn't make sense if they were an Exorcist.

To what purpose did it serve the user in aiding against the removal of Nen…? But the fact that it was moving towards him, along with its master, meant it can also attack as well.

Clarets shifted his posture, grabbing the boy's arms to pull him forward, her knee raised to connect with the boy's jaw.

Killua instead, brought his arms down, knocking the leg away from him as he ducked; the Nen creature's swung its cane through the air, missing him completely. It had simple movements, but that didn't mean a single touch could do nothing to him.

The creature could have alternating effects, like draining one's aura…

Once he was free of the woman's grasp, he shifted his feet, creating distance between him and the woman. Unfortunately for him, the staircase was also right behind him.

"You wouldn't dare hurt my child!"

"FUCK NO! I'm sick and tired of everyone accusing me of everything! If I could go to anyone else, I would've done so already! I came here, begging for your help to save my boyfriend, and all you're trying to do is kill me… or whatever the fuck that Nen creature does! If you can't help or won't help me, I'll just have to call Nathaniel and-"

"Wait, Nathaniel… Nathaniel Darkscryer?"

"Oh, so now you stop?! You stop for his father's name, but not his other dad's or sister's?!"

The woman was silent for a moment, viewing the boy's aura. It said a thousand words. The mere mention of Vastorie and even Zaikaria's name gave off vitriol, but Nathaniel and Daniel had two completely different tones.

The man's name gave off respect, whereas Daniel's shared a wide mix of feelings, including fear. Against her better judgement, her guard relaxed "Alright… you were right. My name is Scarlet Sutton, as long as I have Mr Dandy here," the creature tipped his hat, "I can sort of, read emotions… well, he reads it for me, I just interoperate it."

"I don't care about Jack Skellington! Can you help Daniel or not…?"

Scarlet waved her fingertips, the alarm losing its volume. The alarm must be controlled through means of aura, possibly made with Inscription; otherwise, her actions would make no sense "It depends… What are you willing to lose…?"

"Everything…" The boy admitted, Scarlet's eyes remaining narrowed, focusing directly on him.

"That's good enough for me… Stefan, stay inside and keep the door locked. Do not come out, unless I tell you to come out." With a click of her fingers, the Dandy man disappeared, not a trace being left behind "Lead the way kid… just give me time to reconfigure the Nen lock…"

"I'm sorry… I was just desperate…"

She offered a smile, "Apparently really desperate…"