Disclaimer: I do not own anything but my OC.

Warnings: Violence.

CRYING WOLF
by: Riseha

Chapter 9

Ages

I heard once, that you don't know what you have until it's gone.

Once upon a time, I thought that was complete and utter crap. Now, I'm thinking that whoever said that was a genius. When I caught a glimpse of that silver-white hair among the hundreds of participants, memories flooded me till I was left breathless.

Minor, simple things, memories I thought I didn't think I have flashed past my mind: a moment's laughter with Killua, holding him while he cried his eyes out from a torture session, nursing him back to health when he was ill, high-fives when we won a battle in the Heavens Arena and many more minor things.

I turned away.

"Is something wrong, Noel?" I blinked rapidly, turning to face Kurapika. "You look a little pale."

"She's always pale," Leorio snorted.

I pressed my lips into a thin line, not in the mood to snap back. I had more pressing matters to deal with. How do I avoid my brothers? I worried my lip as I mulled it over.

I had to avoid pretty much everyone, even Hisoka was a big no-no. Wait, that guy wasn't even supposed to be approached in the first place!

Come to think of it, it was simply impossible to avoid them for the rest of my life.

I winced, running a hand through my hair. Damn, my pride won'tlet me cower away and avoid them for the rest of my life and I wanted to see them too.

That, however, did not mean that I'd just storm up to them and ask how were they. I felt like slam-dunking my own head when I imagine the chaos that would ensue with such a greeting.

(Illumi would kill me right away, I shuddered, knowing that my oldest brother had no tolerance of failure and he would definitely would want me—the physical embodiment of his failure to complete a mission or his goals—gone.)

Only when someone shoved a can of drink into my face did I come back to reality. I blinked rapidly, unaware that I had placed my hand under my chin, like I usually did in thought.

I took the offered drink, uncaring of the poison my enhanced sense of smell could scent. Frowning in thought, I gulped it down, nearly rolling my eyes as the poison disintegrated under the effects of the drugs I had consumed. My body was modified, superior to an average human with the drugs I had taken.

"Noel, no!"

I blinked. "Eh?"

Leorio scowled, whacking me upside the head like Millu-nii sometimes did whenever I did something stupid or drop his figurines. "Idiot! Didn't you hear when Gon said that it's expired? Do you want to spend your days in the toilet?!"

"No," I said. "the poison won't work on me anyways." I glanced at Tonpa as I added, "It's too mild."

He jerked, stammering. "W-What?"

I narrowed my eyes at him. "The drink's poisoned. Don't trust this guy." Before Tonpa could stammer another excuse, the loud ring of an alarm clock drew our attention. "Sayonara!" I lifted my hand in a salute to the fatass. "Have fun crushing the other newbies!"

I smirked.

Four years out of that stuffy and dark Zoldyck estate had done me some good. Especially the time I spent around the playful old man; I'm sure he had rubbed off on me.

"So, you know." I glanced sideways at Kurapika who had started jogging. "You're no ordinary girl."

I scowled. "Thanks," I said, sarcasm leaking from my tone.

Leorio opened his mouth to say something but someone zooming past us made him cry out something different, "Hey, kid, that's cheating!"

The boy turned, not stopping. "Why?" he deadpanned.

I knew that voice. Unwillingly, I slowed down, shrinking back behind Kurapika even though I knew it was futile.

"He just asked us to follow him didn't he?" Gon asked innocently. "He didn't say anything about not using any other means of transportation."

"Who asked you? Whose side are you on anyway?" Leorio demanded, annoyed.

"Hm," I heard Killua's huskier, boyish voice hum to himself. "Hey," he called. My heart nearly stopped but fortunately, he wasn't talking to me. He was talking to Gon. "how old are you?"

"Nearly thirteen," Gon replied. He smiled. "I'm glad to see someone other than me and Noel are the same age!"

"Noel?" Killua turned, and promptly tripped. I caught up and out of sisterly instinct, caught him, pulling him up before he was trampled by the determined Hunter hopefuls behind us. He stumbled, his grip on his skateboard nearly loosening entirely before he gathered himself and squirmed out of my grip, keeping pace by me.

He squinted at me, shook his head rapidly and blinked half a dozen times a second. Finally, he reached out and smacked me.

"Ow, hey! What was that for?"

He gaped. "You're real?"

I expected a tearful reunion but this brother of mine was starting to grate on my nerves. Calm down, I told myself. I'm supposed to be the mature one, the more patient one.

"Ria—no, you're not real—"

"I'm Noel," I offered, giving him the look and elbowing him into silence. I saw, past his shoulder, Illumi in disguise as Glitturack. "He's Gon, that's Leorio and Blondie is Kurapika."

"Blondie?" Kurapika echoed incredulously, staring at me sternly.

"How old?" Killua asked, eyes fixated on my face.

"Me? Thirteen, same age as Gon. Kurapika's probably sixteen or fifteen. And Leorio's the oldest at thirty-five or so—"

"You little brat!" Leorio roared, whacking me again; I felt no pain but I scowled in annoyance as my vision tunneled from the sudden force. "I'm never speaking to you again! I'm from the same generation as you all are!"

"What?" Gon yelled in disbelief. "Seriously?!"

While Leorio continued his little temper tantrum, wasting his breath, I scoffed, pulling ahead. It was no surprise to me when Killua caught up to me; his face was uncharacteristically serious and I wondered, with a pang in my chest, how much I'd missed.

"Ria—Noel—we've got to talk—"

"What's there to speak about?" I cut in, a bead of sweat trickling down my cheek. I could feel Illumi's stare on my back; could feel him trying to penetrate my mind for answers.

"Are you- do you- I mean I—" Killua's fists clenched, struggling to speak, to get the words out to convey his feelings, hoping against hope that I was his sister and that his twin wasn't dead despite the dead body buried six feet under for four years now.

"Spit it out."

"Do you know an Illyria Zoldyck?" he spluttered out.

I blinked. "No," I answered, lying glibly, sounding as puzzled as possible. "Who's that?"

"My sister. She's- I mean, she was- but aren't you—"

"My condolences," I said, trying to sound sympathetic even though I wanted to smack him to get him to shut up because Illumi was starting to run closer to us.

My guard of Nen flared, warning him off us as I grasped Killua's arm; panic flaring when I saw the glint of his pin.

"What?" Killua asked, puzzled.

"Nothing," I said, releasing his arm. "Thought I saw someone taking aim at us." I slowed down, glancing back when I heard Gon calling out Leorio's name. I glanced forward briefly, seeing Kurapika ahead of us.

"Gon, come on!" Killua called to the still boy.

I cupped my hand over my mouth. "Giving up, already, old man?"

"Hell no!" I stepped aside hurriedly when Leorio shot past me. "I'm ready to do anything to be a Hunter!"

I blinked. "He's ready to do so much for money?" Killua opened his mouth to say something to me but I didn't want to talk, not when Hisoka and Illumi were so close and could eavesdrop for one another.

I shot forward. Besides, no way was I losing to an old man.

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My Zetsu was perfect.

That was why I sensed them before I saw them. I whirled around, shoved Gon out of the way, and caught the wayward cards. I took a step back from the sheer force of the Shu applied to the cards.

I scowled, flaring my Ten, as I hurled the cards back to their owner. "Watch where you're throwing next time," I grouched.

Hisoka beamed; rearranging his cards. "Sorry," he drawled sarcastically.

Gon blinked. "How did you know they're coming? I couldn't even tell!"

I raised my palms up for him to see. Killua inhaled sharply. "Your hands..." Red lines, bleeding sleek red blood lined my palms. I winced, he'd thrown at least six at me, and I'd caught them between my knuckles and damn did it hurt.

"That bastard," Killua growled, eyes flaring with anger. "I'm going to kill him!"

Leorio leered suggestively, even as he rummaged about his briefcase for bandages and ointment for my wounds while the proctor reprimanded Hisoka. "Why're you so worried about her?" he asked, smirking as he applied ointment on my wounds. "You like her, don'tcha?" He started giggling madly.

We scowled identically.

"Don't be—" Killua started.

"—an idiot," I finished, scoffing as I snatched my hand back from Leorio, sticking my tongue out as I did so. "Now come on, old man, let's get going!"

I darted forward, not because I was afraid of losing the proctor but because I was afraid of Illumi and Hisoka just right behind us. Killua and Gon caught up to me, each boys on my sides.

I kept my eyes ahead. "Stick close to me," I said. "I can sense them. We should stay in the front—"

"—Hisoka's out for blood—"

"—I can sense his bloodlust—"

"—it's prudent to leave draw a large distance—"

"—no doubt he'll use the fog," We finished in unison.

Gon blinked. "You guys act like twins!" he laughed. "How funny!" He blinked again, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. "How could you guys tell though?"

"His aura," I answered. "it's different from everyone here."

"Because we're of the same type," Killua answered, his eyes narrowing at me. "How did you sense the aura anyway?"

"Killing intent," I said, reluctant to elaborate on Nen—not here, not where there were so many threats about us. "At any rate, just shut up and follow me. I'll lead you guys to the proctor." I won't be having any problems getting out of this marsh; I scoffed, Nen-users could come out unscathed.

I quickened my pace when I sense the proctor's Nen getting further and further away. "Hey, Killua, Gon, keep pace... huh?" I stopped, turning when I didn't hear their footsteps.

Oh, great, I thought sarcastically, darting back into the mist.

I was closer to Gon, who was with Leorio and—I scowled heavily—Hisoka. I stretched out my senses for Killua, feeling him head another way, a zigzagged way towards where the proctor was; he'd be safe, I don't need to worry about him.

I swept a few pebbles off the floor, flinging through the mist at where I could sense Hisoka's Nen.

"Get away from them," I said, voice cold and flat, internally wincing that I sound like Illumi.

(no affectionate and doting illu-nii anymore because he tried to kill me)

"Noel!" Gon yelped, drawing in gulps of air greedily. I saw red marks on his neck, figuring that he'd been choked by the magician before I came. "Run, he's too dangerous!"

"I should be saying that to you, you idiot," I muttered. I trembled under Hisoka's analyzing glare; ugh, I felt as if he was stripping me with his gaze and taking me apart to analyze. My grip on the pebble tightened. "What do you want?"

"I was just playing examiner," he said cheerfully, taking a step away from Gon. "you know, helping the proctors eliminate the useless ones who only got here through pure luck. You friends passed my test; I wish to fight them someday," he mused thoughtfully, a finger under his chin, not moving even as Gon stumbled away from him and towards the unconscious Leorio.

His amber eyes trailed to me. "You know what Nen is."

"So?"

Hisoka licked his lips, grinning. "Now, all I want is to fight you."

My Nen flared as I started forming my Hatsu; I knew this was risky, he was far from careless and he'd probably figure out what type of Nen I had.

And how often do you stumble upon Specialists?

Quite rare, though far from impossible.

But how many Illyria Zoldyck lookalikes out there with Specialization Nen, which, coincidentally, is about illusionary and trickery? Nil. I'd be found out for sure if Hisoka blabbed to Illumi and then brother dear blabbed to the higher-ups.

It would be best to trick Hisoka into believing I created a portal to flee: a Conjuration type, leave them guessing.

I started running, grabbed Gon and Leorio and dashed out of the clearing before Hisoka realized that he was being tricked. My range wasn't long; we probably had about three minutes to get as far as possible before he run after us.

First things first: get to the checkpoint.

Hisoka was less likely to try anything funny with the proctors about.

Gon, fortunately, had enough sense to keep his mouth shut at least until we reached a fair distance. "Thank you," he said sincerely, releasing a sigh of relief. "But I think you can let me down now."

"Sure you can run and carry Leorio the same time? At high speed?"

"What're you so scared of? You kept Hisoka at bay! That's awesome!"

I frowned. "I wish I was that strong," I grumbled, letting him down, dumping Leorio's weight on the boy who didn't even stagger at the added weight. "Hisoka is way out of our league, best to stay away for now."

"How did you do it?" Gon asked curiously once we started running again.

"Ninja trick," I said sarcastically, scoffing. "Secrets, you know?"

Gon blinked. "You opened a portal for us to escape, we already know, what's to hide?"

I smirked.

That's what you think.

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We reached two minutes before Hisoka.

Two minutes was enough for us to regulate our breathing, as if we hadn't been running like crazy to beat Hisoka to the finishing line.

I stood between Kurapika (who had reached here with Killua) and Gon, studying the faces. I ignored Tonpa's irritated glare directed my way and tried not to meet Glitturack and Hisoka's disturbing looks thrown my way.

So much for not drawing attention.

I glanced back at Leorio who was leaning against the tree, groaning as he came back to the world of the living. "How're you doing?" I asked distractedly, studying every face critically. There were more than expected. Ugh.

"Feels like I lost a sumo match," Leorio groaned in response. "I must admit, I don't remember much after entering the marshes. Did I pass?"

"Yeah," Kurapika answered, inspecting our friend's wounds. "Except for your arm, everything seems fine."

Leorio scowled. "Of course I'll be pretty okay, what about my face?" he asked, the narcissistic side of him rising.

"Like shit," I muttered under my breath, catching Killua's smirk but didn't return it.

"Best not to tell him," Gon muttered.

"He'll find out on his own anyway," Kurapika agreed, standing up, turning just as the double doors creaked open. He frowned as the groans from inside increased in volume. "A monster?" he asked in wonder, taking a few steps forward.

I glanced at the very, very large man sitting behind a sexy woman. The woman had unusual teal hair and tied in four bunches; not much of a fashion sense, I thought snidely. I, at least, looked normal with a ponytail. The man was huge and was practically drooling.

"So, since my friend and I here are hungry, the theme for this test will be cooking! We're Gourmet Hunters, so your mission here is to satisfy our appetites by cooking, got it? You'll start by cooking plates my friend, big guy here, asks of you; then those who qualified will have to serve me."

"I bet she just came up with it on a whim," Killua muttered under his breath, hands shoved into his pocket. I noticed and hurriedly pulled my hands out of my own pocket lest he caught up on this habit we shared.

"I can't cook shit to save my life," Leorio grumbled. "What sort of test is this?"

"I didn't anticipate such a test," Kurapika commented thoughtfully.

"The meal I want is roast pork," Buhara said, drool clearly visible now and I cringed in disgust. Even Millu-nii wasn't like this when he was drop-dead hungry. "I don't care what sort of pork, I just want one from within the Biska Woods." He giggled in anticipation. "Let the Second Round of the Hunter Exams, begin!"

We shot off in one direction.

"Cool!" Leorio grinned. "That's real easy to cook!"

"Yeah, that's why we must hurry, he'll be quicker and easier to satisfy and we'll lose our chance once he's full," Kurapika said just as we came skidding to a halt.

I took a step back. "Whoa," Killua muttered. "They're huge."

"Not as big as the proctor," Kurapika observed. "I read somewhere that their heads are their weakpoint—I mean, run, they're coming!"

I scaled the tree pretty quickly, glancing down as the pigs started charging us. I dropped down, bringing my foot down in a crushing kick. I saw, from the corner of my eyes, Killua kicking one, Gon repeating the same thing I did, and Kurapika who used his wooden swords on them.

"I'll start a fire!" Leorio said, trying to cover up the fact that he hadn't killed anything.

"Can we have some before presenting it to the judge?" I wondered but Kurapika shook his head firmly. I sighed. "Fine, but you guys are carrying these pigs back. I'll be there to present one of course."

"You're more than capable," Gon said. "Why do you need our help?"

"Look at me, how can my delicate hands handle such weight?" I scoffed. "The pig stinks, no way am I going any where near it." Despite my ex-occupation as an assassin, I hated dirt. Only my hands were dirty by blood when I killed, I hated germs and dirt and speaking of which, this forest was killing me.

"Let's hurry back," I suggested when I saw a guy running past us, pork on his broad shoulders. I drew a coin from my sleeve, flicking it in the man's direction without looking, ignoring his cry of pain as he crumpled, unable to comprehend that a small pebble had hit his pulse, silencing him forever.

"Where did you learn that?" Killua inquired sharply, hope practically shining in his eyes.

"My grandfather," I replied. "He's what you could call a Blacklist Hunter, guy knows how to kill with a flick of his finger. Not one to be trifled with, and who knows, you might meet him soon."

Killua scowled, frustrated, as if he couldn't believe I was keeping up this charade.

Personally, I had no idea why I maintained this facade either; we both knew who I truly was. I hated to admit it but it was because of my cowardice. I still wasn't ready to face the Zoldycks. I still wasn't brave enough to confront them, face-to-face and demand why they wanted me dead.

It still stung, it hurt a lot that they never cared and I'd rather think such than to know for certain that they hated me.

So, what if I was stalling and running away despite how impossible it was?

I turned away from Killua's penetrating stare, wishing I could run and never look back.

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"If your grandfather had been the proctor instead," drawled Killua sarcastically, arms crossed behind his head. "would he have let us pass the Second Exam so easily?"

I scowled at him. "That's just the first part," I said. "the second part is led by Menchi-san, she's not going to let us pass as easily as Buhara-san did. You better watch your back."

"What's that chick's problem?" Leorio asked, frowning.

"Menchi, the one-star Gourmet Hunter; she's one of those Gourmet Hunters who believes you can express your artistic ability through cooking. She possesses an unstoppable desire to taste every food in the world, and she never forgets something she's tasted only once," I grumbled.

"How do you know so much about her?"

"She's very famous in the Hunter world, especially to Gourmet Hunters," I said but before anyone could ask more, Menchi spoke up.

"Here's my order: make me sushi! The Second Phase of the Second Hunter Exam, begin!"

Killua glanced at me. "What's sushi?"

I swallowed my embarrassment, pride choking me as I spat out, "I have no idea, either."

"You all seem bothered," noted Menchi, smirking. "Don't worry, you can still make them even if you've never seen them. It's a small traditional island dish. Look over there, you'll be cooking there! Everything is all set up, the essential ingredient, rice, is already prepared! One last thing: I only accept handmade sushi so no cheating! You can make as many as you like but once I'm full, it's over."

Gon ushered us over to a cooking station, puzzling over the ingredients as he scooped up a spoonful of rice. "Do you think we only use rice?"

Killua picked up a knife which gleamed. "Judging by the cooking ware, I doubt it," he sighed.

"I've read about them," Kurapika whispered. "We add white vinegar and dressing to the rice which we mix with fish eventually... I think, well—"

"Fish?" Leorio echoed loudly. "Where the heck do we get that in the middle of the fucking forest—"

"Why don't you speak louder, you moron?!" Kurapika flung the spoon in the taller man's face, enraged.

I scowled heavily, stepping out of the way as people charged past me, determination burning in their eyes. "They were all spying on us," I grumbled. "Great job, Leorio."

I rushed after the boys. "Sushi can only be made with saltwater fish," I said, recalling one of the cooking lessons I had been through these few years and had came up as a Z-ranked cook. "We can't make traditional cooking, as she'd asked—are you guys even listening? Ugh."

Gon came running back to us; I blinked, I didn't even realize he had ran ahead of us. He was soaking wet but he held a bunch of fish up for us to see, grinning madly.

"Come on!"

Sighing, I turned and ran back to the cooking station where Leorio had wisely waited for us to get his share of fish. I glanced at Gon's hands, noting that he had brought about a dozen or so.

Smart.

"I'm the first to finish!" Leorio cried triumphantly, cupping his dish, and shoving me out of the way.

I nearly chopped off my own fingers. Before I could fling the knife at his head, Menchi flung his dish of 'sushi' into the sky, the inedible food splattering to the grass.

I sneered. "Serves you right."

"Shut up, brat!" He turned back to the proctor. "And you—have you got no manners? That's a complete waste! Who taught you how to throw food like that, huh!"

"You failed, so shut up," Menchi retorted, unaffected by the yelling. "Hurry back to your momma," she mocked. She turned back to the contestants, ignoring Leorio's seething. "Listen all of you, the shape is very important! A shapeless sushi can't be good!"

"Who cares about shape?" Killua muttered, slicing the fish into strips. I glanced at my own strips of fish but before I could throttle him for copying me, Gon stepped up.

"My turn," he declared optimistically. Menchi took one glance and flung it about as high as Leorio's dish.

"It's as bad as #403!"

Killua snorted in laughter as Gon echoed her words dejectedly. "As bad as Leorio's?" he moaned.

Kurapika placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Don't take it too hard, Gon."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Leorio grumbled.

"So, what's next?" Killua glanced quizzically at my ingredients.

I glanced at the seaweed slung on his shoulder. "Why did you put it there?"

Killua blinked, glancing at his own shoulder. "Oh, I was sweating so I used it as a makeshift towel—"

"It's an ingredient," Kurapika said while Gon gagged in the background. "What will the proctor think?" In the background, I heard Menchi's whines and the numerous rejects. Kurapika frowned, inspecting the tableware. "She's holding a pair of chopsticks, and there's a little saucer not larger than an egg."

"How about this?"

I glanced at Killua. He'd shoved vinegar-rice into a seaweed-made cone, like an ice-cream and shove the rest of the fish inside. "Give it to her, then," I muttered.

"What the heck is this?!" Menchi roared, slapping the cone-sushi out of Killua's hand. "I'm not asking you for an ice-cream!" Kurapika stepped forward next, with an extra small, seriously no larger than an egg, sort of fish wrapped with rice and seaweed.

"It's no better than #403!" Rejected, I thought, smirking.

"That's insulting!" Leorio cried.

I stuck my foot out, tripping Hanzo who cried out in anger. "Hey!" He knew how to make sushi, and I wasn't going to lose; I glanced at the spilled food, noting its shape before it had taken a fall. As for the taste...

I bundled up the sushi, carefully, slowly, applying Hatsu.

It'd be enough to fool her sense of taste. I smirked, I'm definitely acing this test. Menchi growled at me, ready to snap about the wrongness of an ideal sushi but she quieted down slightly when she saw the illusion.

In truth, it was naught but a cone like Killua's. She reached out to take the plate but someone's hand shot out to grabbed my own. I glared up at the offending pale hand, to the shoulder it was attached to, and finally, the owner's face.

"Let go," I growled, trying to rip my hand out of Hisoka's grip. What was his problem?

"I saw her, judge," he blabbed cheerfully. "She applied Hatsu."

Menchi scowled. "Remove it," she snapped at me.

I dropped the plate, the porcelain shattering upon impact and the supposedly perfect-looking sushi revealed to be nothing but a cone like Killua's. Her eyes narrowed in contemplation, but then flared in anger.

"You tried to trick me with the looks! Why you little—!"

"You would've let me passed if you'd tasted that crap," I shot back, peeling the asshole's fingers off my forearm; damn him, he ruined my perfect plan. I forgot that there were more skilled Nen-users here. "I didn't just alter the look."

"Out, brat!" She turned to Hisoka. "And you, what the heck do you have?!"

Her attention on Hisoka's dish didn't even last a second. "That's even worse than hers!" I understood: Hisoka's cooking consisted of nothing but minced fish and rice thrown together, more like a serving of fish with rice instead of sushi. "Get out of my sight, both of you!"

I wrenched my arm from his grasp and stormed up to where my gang was gathered.

"Don't even mention it," I grumbled when I heard Leorio's muffled snort, kicking a pebble out of the way. "You failed too!"

He wasn't the only one; all of us failed.

"So," Leorio mumbled awkwardly as a fat guy went flying. "this is it? We'll just have to come back next year?"

"Why not?" I shrugged. "We have a lot of time in the world."

"Hopefully," Killua added. "we won't have to face someone as unreasonable as her next year."

"I heard that you little brat!" Menchi whirled on our group, drawing pretty much everyone's attention to us. "Perhaps you underestimate me when I said I was a Gourmet Hunter, you think we just stay in the kitchen all day and cook? That's what chefs do! We're Hunters as well, and we fight too! And you'll need to learn how to fight no matter what type of Hunter you want to be! The purpose of this test is to see how to fare in domain not of your own!"

"That's one explanation, but does it justify such severity?"

I glanced up just as someone jumped off-board and landed on the ground before us. Literally. Gon blinked at the sight of the old man not one feet further from us.

"Who's that?"

The Chairman's brown eyes twinkled with mirth as he inspected us before landing on me. I was ready to shrivel back. "You didn't introduce me?"

"You know him?" Leorio glanced incredulously at me.

"Not going to greet me?" The old man pouted. "Come on, address me properly."

"Yes," I scratched my cheek awkwardly. "It's good to see you here..."

I bit my lip.

"...Grandfather."

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QUESTION: Concerning Ria and old Chairman's relation, well, how do you think it developed?

(Beta's Answer) Arii-hime: Ooh man, that's a tough one...I can't really think of a proper explanation! Did Beyond Netero adopt her? Since it mentioned that she faked her own death and she calls him Grandfather...that's just me taking it in a literal sense, though n.n I'll have to go back and read the earlier chapters of this, it was really interesting and engaging and I thoroughly enjoyed it.

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