Okay, so let's talk cars today. I don't have a full license yet, so I don't actually have a car of my own yet. Choosing one's going to be a pain. Obviously it can't be that expensive, since my parents are buying it, but I'm super picky about things like this. Style, in particular, I'm a pain with. Like I love how this piece looks, but it's just a little too loose. That's the style? I don't care. I hate it. Or, there's too much, or too little going on with this shoe. I feel like it's going to be the same for cars. I've driven two cars in my life, and the difference in experience between the two of them was drastic. One, I had to be dragged to the car and forced to drive, and the other I could've driven all day. So, right now, I specifically want a wine red, 2007 mitsubishi eclipse. That seems to fit all my requirements...but not only is it a fairly odd car, but wine red is a fairly uncommon color for it. But my heart is set! And now, if I don't get that, my expectations are going to crash. That is a terrible thing to do to oneself.

Alright, I'm done. Please proceed.

"What're you doing here?" Leorio stiffens, flipping out a knife. "Kurapika! She's part of the troupe!"

"You've met her before?" Kurapika wonders, glancing between the two of us.

"Sure he has," I shrug. "Gon and Killua's time at the base wasn't the first time I saw them. We met earlier at an arm wrestling competition. The three of them treated me to lunch, although all I really had was hot chocolate. And Leorio, pipe down would you? I typically don't go around shouting my affiliations to the world."

"Kurapika, she-"

"-is helping us, right now," the blonde finishes. "At least, she's safe. I have her under a covenant. She can't attack any of us."

"That doesn't mean she can't be a spy!"

"Then do you think you can take me?" I scoff. Then I glance over at Kurapika. "Hey, it doesn't count as me attacking if all I'm doing is defending myself, right?"

He sighs, closing his eyes in exasperation. "If that's all you're doing. But we don't have time for this! I think I've thought of a way to get their leader with just the three of us here. I'll need to make a few calls-"

"Then make those calls first," I interrupt, cracking my knuckles. "While you're doing that, I can assure Leorio that he can't touch me. Then we can all get along. Wasn't it you who said shaky teamwork will only cause confusion?"

"Fine," he relents. "Don't destroy anything." With that, he dials a number and steps aside to make a call. I curl my finger at Leorio, inviting him to come at me.

"I'm not stupid enough to come at you without Nen," he growls, his aura spiking around him. I jeer, taking in the size and power of his aura. Is that really all it takes to be considered a hunter? Maybe I ought to give it a shot myself, sometime, if it's that easy.

I watch as a his aura concentrates around his hand, forming into little dagger shapes. So he's an emitter? That's perfect! My Cancellation should work just fine against him. Then he shoots them in my direction, controlling a few apart from the rest to twist away from the group and attack me from the rear. I don't budge an inch, a film of my aura encasing me. As soon as his Nen comes into contact with mine, his daggers lose all momentum and dissipate into the air. Baffled, he calls his Nen back and reforms the knives in his hands. Just to test, he throws three more. The results are the same.

"What was that?" he demands, voice raised. All eyes in the hotel lobby lock on him and I click my tongue.

"That," I explain, "was my Cancellation. Basically, fighting me is like fighting without Nen. You can only fight me with your brute strength, because your aura can't touch mine."

"Th...that's cheating! No, wait! There's no way you can just make other people's aura ineffective!"

"Of course there are conditions to it," I admit, "but I'm not gonna tell you all those. Now do you understand? Even if I meant you harm, you couldn't touch me, so why don't you just accept my presence? It's not everyday you get to work alongside someone like me, after all."

"That's an impressive ability," Kurapika compliments, hanging up his phone and rejoining us. "But does that mean my Nen sword is also ineffective on you?"

Aw, damn. I was asking for this, wasn't I? "If you meet all the criteria like Leorio does, yes."

"Do I meet the criteria?"

I can't lie. I could refuse to answer, but that'd be the same as telling him he does. But...if I answer outright, he won't trust me at all anymore. Scowling, I reply, "I do not wish to say."

"You do know saying that goes against what you want," Kurapika points out. "You were the one who wanted me to trust you."

"I am aware," I grit my teeth. Well, it isn't ineffective, per say, but I could take it off at any moment. Still, that isn't what he's asking. He's asking whether or not he can trust the covenant he made with me, and in all honesty, he can't.

He waits for me to say more, but I keep silent. Then, he sighs. "We don't have time to discuss this. We'll clear it up later. As for my plan, it's fairly simple. They don't know Leorio's face, so we can take advantage of that. Take up a facade of some sort, I don't care what. Just make sure it's loud, boisterous, and convincing. What you'll actually be doing is telling Gon and Killua our plan. You can use your phone, and pretend you're talking to whoever's on the other side. You should be able to make do conveying the time to them, which is seven. At that time, my colleague Melody will cut the electricity to the building. It will only give us a second or two to act before the Phantom Troupe gathers their bearings, and the backup system will kick in turning the lights back on. It should be enough, though. I'll use that time to catch Chrollo in my Chain Jail, and if we're lucky, Gon and Killua might even be able to slip away."

"Hey," I butt in before he can say anything else, "if those two do get away, don't go killing Chrollo, 'kay? That's my condition for cooperating."

"I only need you to keep quiet about this."

"Oh really? You don't think the boss will give you any trouble? Even if he can't escape your chains, he's incredibly smart. If you underestimate him you'll regret it. Besides, what's the fun in sticking with the troupe if Chrollo's captured? The most I can think of is their disagreement over what to do, and that'd get boring pretty quickly. I'll let Hisoka enjoy the disorder for me. I wanna go with you."

"She knows Hisoka?" Leorio gasps, taken aback.

"'Course I do, genius," I roll my eyes. "He's part of the troupe."

"Do what you want," Kurapika shakes his head. "Anyway, there's a chance someone in the troupe other than Corona and Hisoka has come to know my face, so I'll be disguised. Corona...you can just wait for the other members of the troupe. Do you have an excuse for parting from them?"

I smirk. "For all they know, I never left them. They may not have even known I was there in the first place! The only reason you noticed me was 'cause I ripped off that wig."

"You're that confident?" the blonde doubts. Even though his real hair color his hidden under the wig, the long haired wig is still platinum blonde, so he's blonde either way. Maybe he should've chosen a darker colored wig.

"I've never met anyone with a better Zetsu than me," I assure him.

"Let's get ready, then. We haven't much time until the members gather." With that, he approaches the woman behind the front desk. To my great disappointment, this hotel doesn't have free suckers sitting out to take. Before he says a word to the woman, he whips a hunter's license and shows it to her. So all four of these people are hunters? I guess that makes sense, considering how extraordinary Gon, Killua, and Kurapika are. Somehow, I get the feeling that Leorio just passed the exam. "Excuse me, Miss, but I need to disguise myself as the receptionist. It would be best if you clear yourself out of the area for a few hours after showing me where the uniforms are."

"Oh!" She takes in the sight of the license. "Is there going to be trouble? Should I warn the guests?"

"That shouldn't be necessary," he promises, pocketing his license. "If all goes well, no one should be injured. Having you leave is just a precautionary measure."

She shuffles around a few things behind the desk, raising a key. "I'm afraid I only have access to the girls' changing rooms and the girls' uniforms. If you can wait, I can call a friend of mine and-"

"Thank you," Kurapika lifts a hand to stop her words, "but I'm afraid I don't have time for that. Could you please show me to the uniforms?"

"Of course! Right this way." She ushers him away down the hall, perkily conversing with him as they walk. She even goes as far as to lay her hand on his arm at one point.

"Eh...why are you leaking bloodlust?" Leorio asks timidly.

I blink, surprised. Indeed, a bit of malice has escaped me. I suck it back in immediately, throwing myself onto one of the lobby's couches. When was the last time I let my emotions interfere with my Zetsu? Not just that, but I can't remember the last time I actually released such an intense form of aura. I hope none of the Phantom Troupe were close enough to sense that.

"Hey," I think. Leorio startles when I suddenly address him. "That knife of yours. Lend it to me. The real one, not one of your Nen thingies."

"Why?"

"Just in case. I may need to deliver a note to the troupe on the fly. You can watch what I write, if you're worried I'll tell them something about you you don't want them to know."

"I will watch!" he sits next to me, crossing his arms. "So don't think you can get away with anything!"

I giggle, ripping a paper off the top of a notepad resting on top of the coffee table. Then I click the pen and write. When I'm done, I hand it to Leorio for him to look over. He reads it multiple times, searching as hard as he might for anything malicious.

"It...doesn't look bad," he admits roughly, "but what's the point? The mind reader's already read Gon and Killua, and she found they know nothing. Why would she check again? What's the point of threatening her about telling the boys' pasts?"

"Because you never know," I state, withholding a chuckle. This guy doesn't have the mind to think about these things, does he? You'd think he, as the older one, would be the more mature one. "If she checks again, we have to have precautions in place. If she doesn't, there's no harm in having this paper prepared. Now, the knife?"

"I don't get why you need the knife."

"Because I need a method of delivery, of course. It has to be fast and efficient, and I can't use any of my own knives. They have to think it was the chain user who sent the message, or it won't be as effective."

"You have knives?"

I give him a look making it clear that was a stupid question. "Plenty. I wouldn't just stroll around unarmed, you know? But most of them have an inkling what my knives look like, and the ones who don't will be able to tell whose they are 'cause of the spiders on the hilts."

"You mean you have them right now?"

"Do you even have to ask?"

"That's ridiculous!" he exclaims, darting to his feet. "I don't see where you could be hiding one knife, let alone a bunch! Look at you! You're wearing shorts, tennis shoes, and a tanktop! Where is there to hide a bunch of knives?"

"You just aren't that creative." I slip two of my fingers under the fabric of the left side of my shirt, pulling out a knife with both a thin handle and blade, displaying it to the older man. Silver spiderwebs wrap around the hilt, a gold spider proudly atop of the silver silk. "I should probably mention that they all are also immune to Nen whilst I hold them, so long as I'm using Cancellation. But as you can see, they're pretty distinguishable. So, I need your knife. I'm willing to trade one of my own for it, since you probably won't be getting yours back."

After a minute, he finally manages to close his gaping mouth and regain a bit of his dignity. "Fine," he agrees, pushing up his glasses. We switch knives, and I grimace at the weight of his. Compared to mine, his is clunky. It won't fit indiscriminately under my clothes. Well, at least the blade is retractable. I flip it shut and stick it in my pocket, where it clinks with the spider coin I always keep with me.

"Alright, I'll be off then!" The voice of the receptionist woman from earlier draws my attention to her and the person next to her, which seems to be Kurapika. Except...he's wearing a woman's shirt and skirt, and his long white wig is pulled back into a tall ponytail. With that face and those clothes, he honestly looks exactly like a girl! The actual girl has changed into jeans and a regular shirt, her purse slung on her shoulder.

The woman smiles, primarily at Kurapika, then struts off out the door. I glare at her while she leaves, for some reason irritated greatly by her existence.

Haha, jealous Corona! The best part is, she has no idea she's jealous. Oh, and I guess we also saw her Cancellation in effect for once. Handy, isn't it. It's use is limited, though, since it's such a strong power. On the main four, she can only use it on half of them, Gon and Killua being beyond her ability. It's not like she's too worried about that, though. Gon likes her, and she's physically stronger than both of them. I imagine Killua's electricity would give her quite a bit of trouble, though, but he doesn't have that yet at this point in the storyline. If I remember correctly, he gets that ability at the beginning of the Greed Island arc. By the way, I plan on not going past the Phantom Troupe. That's not to say I won't go beyond the canon story, but she won't be accompanying Gon and Killua to the game. But hey, I still have things in store for you guys that wasn't in the anime or manga, so look forward to it!

Till then, Kisses from SnowyNeko! :3 MEOW!