Haruna: I'm really sorry for this long time without posting anything, it's just that school is draining me D: BUT, now that the exams are OVER, I'll try to post more often, oki?
Yako: You left us GROWING MOLD on here.
Kurapika, Killua, Gon and Leorio: *nod* HMPF Ò.Ó
Haruna: Eh, I already said I'm sorry D:
Yako: NOT ENOUGH! Besides, what is this? *Shows little notebook with another story*
Haruna: OxO IIIIIIIIIIIIIIRK, my market list?
Everyone: *deny with head*
Haruna: My 'songs list'?
Everyone: *deny again and give me deathglares*
Haruna: My own… will Ç_Ç?
Everyone: *mischievous grin* *nod*
Haruna: OH sweet jeeesh TT^TT
I blinked at the ghostly vision standing in front of me. Killua was in the middle of the "living room" trembling a bit and staring right into my eyes, as if to make sure it was really me. When he talked, his voice was soft, but I felt the increasing wrath on it.
- O-Onee… - I bet he mentally kicked himself. - Yako! I had this dream about you, but now I realize it was no dream at all, am I right? – The boy weakly pointed at me, his expression changing from 'blank' to skeptical.
- Killua, what are you saying? – "What should I do, WHAT SHOULD I DO?" My brain was on fire trying to find a solution to this situation. "Tell him the truth? Convince him that it was only a dream?" Truth be told: I was scared of telling him the whole truth.
- YOU! YAKO, I'M TALKING ABOUT YOU! – He shouted, finally overflowing the storm of feelings I saw in his eyes.
I surrounded the place with an "air shield", so our little 'rebounding moment' would stay between us, and not the entire building. I sighed and walked towards him stopping when there was a minimal space between us. He didn't move a muscle, but kept his emerald eyes on me all the time. His chest was going up and down really fast, making me realize his struggle to keep the tears for himself. "Killua must be something like twelve years old, but he's only a head shorter than me, on my sixteen's." I noticed a bit surprised, and in an awfully wrong time.
- Fine, then. What did you dream exactly? – I slowly blinked, crossing my arms in front of my chest. The kind of thing you do when you don't believe what someone's saying.
- Everything! Even about the day you left! You know what? I cried for weeks, but I never found out the DAMN REASON! Do you realize how much I felt like an idiot, LIKE A WEAK PERSON? HUH? IS THAT WHAT YOU CALL PROTECTION, SIS? – Killua was panting, his face only a few inches of mine, and I could read in his mind that if I'd try to convince me otherwise, I'd be dead. Even though his words had hurt me like pointy knives and the truth hitting me like a slap on the face incessantly, I organized my thoughts to talk to him again. After all, Killua had the right to do so.
- Well, ok. We both know what I did, and I totally understand you being mad at me but…
- MAD? – He yelled, rising a few tones in his voice and threw his hands in the air – I'M FURIOUS! I'M-
- OKAY, being furious at me, but in that time I believed that was the best thing to do! Besides, I wouldn't be able to take care of you, or else, teach you everything I've learnt with your father! You wouldn't have these friends of yours, wouldn't be half as powerful as you are now, and you know it! – I tried to make him face the truth. I didn't even care if he hated me or not, I just wanted Killua to understand that it was necessary for him to grow up and walk with his own feet.
- No I don't! You know what? Screw it. I don't care anymore, and I don't need any of this. – The boy said turning his back to me stomping to his bedroom, leaving me to blankly stare at the place where he'd been for the past minutes.
At first, I just stood there as if waiting for him to come back laughing and saying it was only a joke, but I knew that it was just a stupid illusion of mine. But then I gathered the courage to shuffle my feet back to the couch, sit there and silently fight my tears. Although Killua is completely hurt, upset and confused about me, he's safe. He's healthy, has friends, and, gosh, he laughs! When I ran away, I thought he'd never be the same, playing around and being annoying with those he cared for. Ahem, Killua has this peculiar way to show his affection for someone, which basically consists on poke, annoy, yell at one's to death. But, if you observe a little more carefully, you'll see that he'll only smile, play or be loyal to/with that person. Thinking a little more, I realized Gon is his best friend now. My mind went calm in a second, and even if a few tears had escaped, I smiled and thanked again to the moon. The moon? Well, she was the only one who'd stood there for me after all these years. I didn't really believe in gods, only use them to curse, blasphemy and stuff.
I took a deep breath and started humming a little song Ryuky taught me, making me dozen off before any sad thoughts or something worse would invade my mind. Little did I know that the danger was outside the hotel room.
Pervert Hisoka's POV:
The weird girl finally slept. He was getting tired of waiting. If it wasn't for stupid Danchou, Hisoka would be in the hotel room, kidnapping and having his idea of fun with her. "She's strong, intelligent and has that determined yet deadly glare! Oh, and those foxy-fox things… Ku fu fu fu~" The man once again chuckled his demoniac chuckle and licked his lips. Not even the little birds on the top of the building dared to twitch. The aura emanated from him was so disturbing that even the 'weird girl' and her friends could feel it on their dreams. Each one of them had their own nightmares, but somehow, they all involved animals with an insane crave for blood, or clowns with flowers that could easily cut your throat, even if their petals were so thin and delicate.
After his struggle to stay on the roof and not killing anyone, Hisoka had another fight with himself, this time to force his feet to go other way than the fox's body resting almost peacefully. "Aaaw, I hate waiting! But it's okay though. Waiting only makes it taste better. Like the spiked haired boy… Oh Gon, you grow so fast! Every second is worthy… Yes, it's worthy." Hisoka dialoged with himself in his sick mind.
With the wind running through his "aerodynamic" red hair, the man bolted back to the spider's hiding place, where he'd tell the mission's report. And he was not supposed to lie. But no one said that he couldn't omit the part of the truth, or even use his almost-lawyer-like way to twist facts. And so he did. The clown told Kuroro about the 'subject' in such a manner that even Feitan got interested in her. After doing this, he was dismissed with a movement of Danchou's hands. Both, the man on black overcoat and the clown were inwardly laughing maniacally, but outside, Kuroro had his poker face and Hisoka his demoniac grin.
"Everything is going better than expected. Oh little girl, you better watch your back! I can't wait to tear you apart!" Hisoka thought while destroying the fifth card castle that night, making Shalnark shiver and look to him a little more worried. Again. The boy thought right about that being a damn. Long. Night. Besides, who likes to play Danchou's body guard with him? It's just disturbing! This time, Hisoka noticed the boy's worried glare, and decided to smirk at him. Shalnark groaned and felt even more violent shivers down his spine. With his eyes closed and his head turned to the wall, all he could hear was his voice and the sound of another castle being destroyed for no apparent reason:
- Ku fu fu fu fu…
"A damn. Long. Night." Shalnark thought, making a struggle not to run away crying and yelling in despair.
~Yako's POV~
Next morning, I was the first one to wake up. Stretching in a ridiculous (but SO good) way, I looked to the window, which was the perfect frame for the sunny day outside. The wind also woke up in a good mood, saying 'good morning' on his way: Playing with my hair, tickling my face. It's a bit cold, though.
I checked if I was still the only one awake, and soundlessly walked to the kitchen. Yawning, I looked to the place. The yawn stopped, but my mouth remained open in a 'o' shape, my hand still in front of my left eye. The 'kitchen' was full of shiny or even colorful things, all ready to attack me. Okay, they weren't exactly ready to attack me, but they were just… Silently standing there, as if daring me to take the first step. I slowly walked backwards trying to make the same way I'd made earlier. "Well, my surprise-breakfast idea was stupid anyway… Maybe Leorio or Kurapika could cook something themselves and…" *Beep*
- NYAAAH! – I attacked at full speed the source of the evil sound, and noticed a… metal thing destroyed in my right hand, lying over a little table. I tried to pull my hand back, but the metal thingy wouldn't let go! – You let go of my hand NOW! - I tried to yank back in every word, but the… monster was chewing my hand! Suddenly, I heard the sound of steps coming from the living room. By the sound, I knew it was Kurapika.
- HEY EI EI! What the hell is happening here! – Said a very confused Kuruta, while watching my deadly fight with metal maniac monster. Okay, metal device. – Why on EARTH are you destroying our microwave? – He finally asked, approaching slowly.
- I'm destroying it? IT's the one chewing my hand! ARGH! – One of his teeth went deep on my wrist, and so I finally threw it away from me and Kurapika. Somehow, his mouth was still on my wrist, as if it was my trophy-bracelet. Bloody and destroyed, but still my war trophy.
When I turned my head to face Kurapika, my victory grin instantly turned into a frown. The blond boy was laughing.
- You can laugh now, but when one of these decides to jump on you, I'll not help. - I said a bit embarrassed.
- Come here, you little alien. – He said while grabbing my hand and gently taking away the monster's mouth off my wrist. - Microwaves will not jump on me because they aren't alive! - And then he decided to look me in the eyes, but they weren't there. They were focused on the wall, as if it was the most interesting thing in the world. My face was burning, as red as an apple. Kurapika apparently found it amusing, as he laughed a bit harder, now holding his sides with his hands.
- Why does this micro… Erm... microwaffle beeps anyway? – I tried to make him stop laughing. Ask me if it worked. I dare you.
- Microwave! – The boy said a little more softly – I don't know, maybe he was communicating with the refrigerator…
- WHAT? THEY CAN DO THAT? – I looked in shock at him, only to realize he was mocking with me. – Aw, curse you and your stupid… Beeping things! – I shouted, sticked my tongue out and turned on my heels to get away from the gasping-for-air-stupid-ANNOYING-blond-boy and his stupid microwhales, and regenerators or something like that.
- W-wait! I'm so-sorry. – He tried to say, while walking fast after me. I was already half-way to my couch, which I wished never getting up from. I side-glared at the boy, only to see him smiling and panting. – What were you doing in the kitchen anyway?
- I was willing to make breakfast for you guys. – I crossed my arms in a very stubborn-child way. It's true; I was planning on making pancakes. Ryuky taught me how to cook, which I could do rather well. But definitely WITHOUT those… evil devices of doom.
- Really? - The boy suddenly stopped giggling (for his own good, perhaps) and stared at me with surprise in his eyes. – Aw, thank you! But, how can you cook if you don't know how to use any of those er… - He coughed trying to disguise his laugh. – Things in the kitchen?
- Well, I know how to cook with a few of those things, but I'm not used to hear stupid beeping from any of them!
- Okay, okay, let me introduce you to the stupid beeping things, so they won't jump on you next time.
I growled and slapped his shoulder with the back of my hand. Gently, of course.
- Ouch! I was just kidding! - The boy said massaging the spot, but still smiling.
- Shut up and show me the damn kitchen. – I muttered while blushing again.
He laughed and led me back to the crime scene, where I learned all of those monsters names and utilities. I've got to say, there were a few useless things, like an egg slicer? Jeesh, what are knives for? Well, anyways, when Kurapika finished our tour, it was nine in the morning, and we heard some "Killuaaaaa, it's time to wake uuuuup" along with a few pillows flying to the corridor, or even a roar coming from a certain moody Leorio. And, silly me, thinking that poking a sleepy bear was a bad idea.
I sighed and started my job next to the stove, grabbing the ingredients to make the 'pancake juice' like Ryuky used to call, while Kurapika put the table for everyone. If someone looked, this was almost like a normal family's breakfast routine.
- Ne, Yako-san, we're not going to stay here in Yorkshin. We plan to go to Whale Island, where Gon lives, so it'll be safer for all of us. Is that a problem for you? – Kuruta broke the silence between us.
- Well, does that Gen-ei Ryodan know that place? – I asked without taking my eyes off the yellowish substance on the frying-pan. It took a few seconds for him to answer:
- As far as I know, no.
- So it's ok. – I flipped it, making the blond boy stare in confusion at me. "Oi, I was pretty sure she couldn't cook like that after what I saw what happened with the microwave… maybe she's more than she looks… After all, she's a damn Kitsune… But Yako's actually nice. And why does she need us to get Gen-ei Ryodan away?Hm, I'll get to ask her a few things any other time."
I could feel the doubt burn inside his mind, but didn't let him notice that I knew about it. I half smiled to myself, thinking how funny his mind works. "Pretty fast, indeed, but a bit confusing… As if thinking a lot of things but nothing at the same time. Interesting, anyway." Suddenly, his blue eyes widened and he almost ran over me on his attempt to quickly hold my wrist, which supposedly was still hurt.
- Your wrist! I completely forgot that you almost ripped it off on the microwave and…! – The Kuruta boy was wordless. My wrist was healed, as if nothing had ever happened there. – I-It's not…! – I placed a finger on his lips, making him blush and look at me surprised and a bit scared.
- Let's keep it as our secret, okay? – He nodded, so I carefully took my finger away from his mouth. – Yes, I have a very quick healing. Family's legacy. You know better than anyone here about this things, right, Kuruta boy?
Silently, we agreed that this was our little secret. Instead of going back to the table, he remained there, looking deep into my eyes, as if trying to find anything in there, but I quickly looked back to the frying-pan casually flipping the pancake.
- Ohayo! – Greeted a very happy Gon, while sniffing the air searching for the source of the smell.
- Ohayo. – Said a moody Killua.
Kurapika suddenly awoke from his daydream, blinking a few times and finally realized Gon's and Killua's presence.
- O-Ohayo. – He muttered and went back to the table, sitting in front of Gon.
Truth is: I have this mysterious and dangerous eyes, which apparently, can make anyone a little confused, lost, or even embarrassed. Something in my eyes just… dragged them into a numbness that I could easily take advantage of. Yup, mommy's family trait. As for the quick healing, it's dad's legacy.
I finished cooking that ton of pancakes and put the plates on the table, instantly making a loud "OOOOH" come from Gon and Leorio, obviously attracted to the kitchen by the smell of food. Killua still resisted a little, but gave in to the hot and delicious pancakes standing right in front of his slim nose. I half smiled, trying to erase yesterday's words, and almost did it. Almost. I suppressed a sigh.
- Enjoy your breakfast. – I said turning to the door, heading to the bathroom.
- Oi, Yako-chan, won't you eat with us? – Gon asked, and that caught me off guard.
- Eeh, sorry Gon, I already ate before you guys arrive. – Kurapika raised a suspicious eyebrow. – I'm going to take a bath and be right back.
- I hope you drown in the shower. – Said Killua. Inwardly I smiled, knowing that these lovely words were his way to show any sort of affection. No one beside Gon noticed that, so he was the only one not giving meat ball disapproval glares.
- And I hope you choke with your pancakes. – I answered over my shoulder, leaving him to growl to his pancakes. I bet he was wondering if I'd put poison on them. After a few pokes he decided to eat them, poisoned or not.
Haruna: FINALLY \o/ I'm reeeeeally sorry, but school, internet, mom and EVERYONE seems to be against leaving me alone so I can write.
Leorio: You could make this up for us by letting Kurapika and Gon appear in the story with foxy-fox ears and tail 8D
Kurapika and Gon: WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAT O.O?
Hisoka: I agree! So… fooooooooooooxyyyyyyyyy *evil smirk*
Haruna: *facepalm* Killua, would you… Killua Ö.Ö?
Killua: *Drooling, imagining Gon with foxy-fox costume* Te he he he HE HE 8D~~
Kurapika and Gon: HEY, YOU PERVS!
Leorio, Kuroro, Killua and Hisoka: *gathered in the corner, chuckling like idiots and looking over shoulders to Gon and Kurapika*
Haruna: How come my story ended up on THIS?
Kurapika: *Points to Leorio*
Gon: *Points to Hisoka*
Haruna: *Siiiiiigh* Where's my ha… *Looking both ways*
Shalnark: Looking for something? *Shows hammer toy*
Haruna: Aw, thanks Shal :D! *Pats on the head*
Shalnark: ^-^ No problemo!
Kurapika and Gon: GO GO HARU-CHAN, GO! FIGHT FOR OUR DIGNITY!
Feitan: *Looking to reader* I suggest you run as fast as you can, buddy. Oh, before that, review!