Sakurai: Hello!

Killua: …

Sakurai: Are you guys ready for this awesome chapter?

Killua: …

Sakurai: *laughing awkwardly* hehehe… soooo…

Killua: …

Sakurai: Okay, I give up! Why are you so quiet Killua!

Killua: I'm keeping quiet so I don't get you angry. Who knows what weapon you'll pull out of your pocket this time…

Sakurai: I'm not that angry all the time! That's only happened a few times!

Killua: It has happened every chapter so far…

Sakurai: Has not!

Killua: Has too!

Sakurai: No way!

Killua: Yes way!

Sakurai: You're lying!

Killua: Am not!

Sakurai: Are too!

Killua: No!

Sakurai: Yes!

Killua: No!

Sakurai: Yes!

Killua and Sakurai: !

Gon: GUYS! WILL YOU PLEASE SHUT UP?

Killua and Sakurai: …

Gon: *sigh* thank you… now; Sakurai doesn't own HxH or any of the characters.

Hime: Let's get on with the story!

Hime's PoV

My heart was pounding so hard that I thought it might beat right out of my chest. My throat was painfully dry and I wished I had time to stop and take a drink. Only, I knew that, the minute I stopped running, I was dead.

Whoever or whatever was chasing me was getting closer. I became more panicked as I stumbled over some roots poking out of the forest floor. It was dark, getting darker by the minute, and almost impossible to see anything.

I glanced at the sky and at the dark purple moon. What does a purple moon mean? I'm not sure, I can't remember!

The forest ended abruptly and I stood staring down from a high cliff. I looked back at the direction of my pursuers. Any minute now, they would reach me and it would all be over. But why were they chasing me? Argh, I don't remember! I made a split second decision and, pulling the hood of my sweatshirt over my baseball cap, I jumped down the cliff.

I hit the sloping ground and began tumbling down, twisting, turning, and rolling uncontrollably. The bottom of the cliff was coming closer, and I was unable to stop myself or even lighten the impact of the hard earth. I got closer and closer and closer and then…

Bam! I shot straight up out of bed, covered in sweat and my heart pounding. I looked around my dark room and turned on the lamp, breathing heavily. I saw my face in the mirror on the wall across the room. Panic in my eyes, my cheeks tearstained and sweaty.

So I was dreaming? No, it seemed too familiar. It was a memory. But what was I running from? From who? And why?

Eventually, my heartbeat slowed down to a normal pace and my face took on a calmer expression. I threw back the covers and got up from the bed, stepping into my slippers. The clock on the dresser read, "3:42 a.m."

I grabbed the robe hanging off the chair and wrapped it around my suddenly-freezing body tightly. I stepped out into the balcony and breathed in the night air. I looked up at the moon. The white moon.

'Why are people chasing me?' I thought to myself. 'What did I do wrong?'

I sighed and stared out at the city below me. Lights were still on in many places, but most of the buildings were dark, either empty or their inhabitants sleeping soundly.

I stood on the balcony like that until I was completely calm again, which took quite a long time. I walked back inside and lay down on the bed, not bothering to take off the robe. I still had a little chill anyway.

I got comfortable and waited patiently for sleep to return to me.

~Later in the morning~

As soon as I woke up, thankfully no dreams that time, I found Gon and Killua in the breakfast room and told them about the memory-nightmare. They listened patiently and tried to help me remember what I could have meant, but it was no use; I could remember a thing more than that.

"Are you sure the purple moon was real?" Killua asked. "Not jump a part of a dream mixed in with your memory?"

I shook my head. "It was so real. There's no way I could have made that up. It was definitely part of the memory."

"Maybe we could get Kurapika to help us." Gon suggested. "He's really good at figuring things like this out."

We all agreed that we should tell Kurapika. So far, we had told neither him nor Leorio about the two men who had chased me once in the park and again on the street. I don't know why we didn't tell them before, but I knew that we had to tell them now.

Later that afternoon, we found Kurapika in the Hotel's bookstore (God, what doesn't this hotel have!) and brought him back to Gon and Killua's room. We took turns telling him everything that had been happening, careful to give each detail.

Kurapika listen intensely, looking deep in thought for most of the story. When we were finished, the room fell strangely silent as we waited for a response from him. He let out a low sigh before looking up at us.

"For starters," he began. "I think we should look up anything we can about that purple moon. It's the only thing we can use at the moment. Hime, I think it's best if you stayed inside the Hotel until we know more."

"What?" I asked, incredulous.

"We don't know who those men who are after you are or why they want you. What if there are more of them? It's just not safe, okay?"

"Fine." I sighed. "I'll stay in the Hotel."

"I'm going to spend a little time at the library, researching. Gon, Killua, I have a different job for you two."

"What is it?" Gon asked curiously.

"Go out and try to find those two men. See where their hideout is. Get any information on them as you can."

"Okay!"

Killua nodded in agreement and, a half an hour later, they all left to do their jobs, leaving me alone in the room. I sighed and flopped back onto the bed, not knowing what to do with myself. They days before had passed by quickly before, hanging out with Gon and Killua. I just now realized how important their friendship was to me.

I busied myself by organizing the boys' room. Old clothes, mangas, and other trash were strewn about the room. And when I pulled back the blankets on Killua's bed, I found layers of candy wrappers underneath the sheets.

Once I was finished with the cleaning, I went back to my room and looked through the clothes Makita had given me. There were a few strange articles in there, but most of the items were pretty cute. I took them out of their drawers, separated them into groups and organized them by color.

After I was finished with that, I clicked on the TV, flipping through the channels to see if there was anything interesting to pass the time with. I sighed and turned it off. One thing I had learned about myself was that I wasn't a TV fan.

I look out the window of the balcony, feeling useless. 'What can I do to help?' I thought to myself. 'Those three are out there trying their best for my sake and I'm sitting here doing nothing. What can I do though?'

Suddenly I was completely sick of the Hotel room. I hated the bed, the walls, the dressers, all of it. I wanted to be out of there. I searched through the back of the closet. I pulled out my jeans, my hooded sweatshirt, and my baseball cap.

As I began stuffing my hair into the cap, I realized that what I was doing would make Kurapika very angry with me. I also realized that I didn't care. If they were all going to try so hard to help me, I wasn't going to just sit in the Hotel room all day long, I was going to go out into the city and see what I could find.

After I had stuffed all of my hair into the cap, put on my hoodie and jeans, and checked myself in the mirror one more time, I walked out of the room and into the elevator. The elevator attendant didn't greet me like he usually did when I stepped onto the metal contraption, which was a good sign that my disguise was convincing.

I stepped off of the elevator and into the lobby. I saw Leorio and Makita chatting on one of the couches and ducked around a statue in the middle of the room. I don't know why I was being so secretive; Leorio didn't know that I wasn't supposed to leave. For some reason, I had the feeling that I shouldn't be seen leaving by anyone that recognizes me.

I pulled the baseball cap lower over my eyes and strode over to the revolving door with my hands in my pockets. The two didn't even glance in my direction as I slipped through the doors and out onto the street.

I walked down the length of the block and turned a corner. I got two steps further before two hands grabbed me from behind and forced a cloth over my mouth. I panicked and the cloth smelled strange. In seconds, everything went black.

Sakurai: Hey! Sorry for the short chapter, I just really wanted to end it with a good cliffhanger.

Hime: That's so mean! I want to know what happens to me!

Gon: Me too! What is going on!

Sakurai: You'll just have to wait and read the next chapter!

Killua: No way! Just tell us now!

Sakurai: Not gonna happen!

Killua: *Pulls out a gun* Are you sure this won't convince you to tell us?

Sakurai: *Runs away* AAAHHHH! Get away from me!

Killua: Tell us what happens next!

Sakurai: Never!

Gon: Please read and review!