~ Okay I finally had time to type chapter 4. I don't have much to say at the moment other than I hope you enjoy the chapter~

Chapter 4

It's a life she's fighting for

A life she's dying for

But to give it up

For the sake of going home?

Coffee aroma filled the café. The kitchen was bustling with bakers, cooks, and other employees as they readied for the day. The fire that raged on in the stone ovens baked the bread while the refrigerator kept the cheesecakes they'd created over night in best condition. The place was huge, and comfy. Cushioned seats were every where rather than hard wooden chairs. What to expect from the best café in the city.

The wonderful smell of fresh pastries filled her lungs. It made her mouth water as she began thinking of what she was going to order. The bell that rang when the door opened caught the attention of the man behind the counter. His eyes widened at the of sight her. "Oh Morning Scarlet-sama."

She gave him a kind smile, quietly questioning why he had such a nervous gleam in his light brown eyes.

"You look dashing as usual," he complimented their most valued customer.

The strapless dress that hugged her curvy figure hung loosely from waist down. The tie dye dress that had the colors of bright red and black on white reached down to her mid thighs. A sleeveless black dress jacket hid the bandages on her back. Leather boots with three inched heels that reached to her knees completed the outfit.

The magician never ceased to amaze her. He'd given her the best outfit she'd had in years.

"Thank you, a friend got them for me a few days ago," she replied politely to the man she'd come to know.

"The usual?"

She simply nodded, "And can you get me four slices of blueberry cheesecake drizzled over with strawberry sauce and chocolate shavings? To go."

"Is this for yourself?"

"Oh god no!" she exclaimed pulling out her wallet out from the huge bag that slung over shoulder already figuring out the cost of her order before the cash register, "I have friends over."

She handed him the money, "598 jenies change."

The cash register binged as the money container popped out and the cashier pulled out the money he needed to give her. He didn't comment. Nothing smart or flirtatious escaped him.

She raised a brow. How unusual of him.

"Right. It'll be ready in a sec."

She nodded and went over to a small table beside the window. The same spot she always sat in when she came to this place.

In all the mornings she had been there she'd never seen this many costumers. Were they here from the Heaven's Arena? Maybe. They were men with bulky bodies and smug faces. They reminded her of barbarians. Their appearance didn't fit the classy little coffee shop but they all had something in front of them so they were obviously loaded.

She disregarded them and took out her slim white laptop. There were more important things to tend to then question a bunch of thugs.

"Who said a thug can't have a cheesecake?" she muttered to herself, putting one leg over the other and went to work. The auction of York Shin was about three months away. She wanted to know everything before she returned to her town for the first time in five years.

It had to be sanity. How on Earth could she be allowing herself to go back to such a place? It was like basically crying out to her father to come get her. It was even crazier that she was even considering going back to her father for the sake of stealing a certain item he was most likely going to win from the auction this coming September.

Would her friends do the same for her? She bit down on the corner of her lip. It was hard not to smile at the thought of them; a doctor in training, an avenger, an assassin, and an innocent child.

It was an inside joke to her. They were the weirdest people she had met in her life. Never did she read in a book or watch a movie about a friendship like this. She didn't complain though. All she ever wanted was a friend and now she had four. Four she wouldn't trade for the world. True they didn't know and share all their secrets but that did nothing to the bond between them.

Yes. They would do the same.

A deep masculine voice disrupted her train of thought, "Hello Miss."

She glanced up at the broad man that hid behind his small circular shades. He stood about 6 ft tall and had a sagging belly over his trousers. A smug grin was plastered across his round face. The other thugs that had been enjoying their little brunch all stood in their places. All eyes where on them.

'Ah. How cute he wants to take me home,' she laughed on the inside. Is this the best her father could do? It was almost embarrassing.

"May I help you?"

"You're comin' with me little Missy."

"And if I don't?" a lack of interested showed as she examined her nails rather than look the man in the eyes.

"See the thing is Missy, you don't have a chose."

"Correction. The thing is buddy- YOU don't have a chose."

He only blinked and Scarlett disappeared from her spot. In less than a second she'd jumped down to his side and elbowed the back of his knee causing him to fall forward. She pushed upward and grabbed him by the back of his shirt and twisted her body forward and threw the man at two of his companions knocking both them off their feet.

Two, four, six. Six men. She refrained from smiling. A fight was still a fight.

She headed up the stairs that led to the front door of the small complex that Wing stayed in. The only sign of the fight she'd just been through was the small cut on her cheek. The bag in her hands, that held the cheese cake she'd bought for the boys, made a crinkling sound as it hit against her side as she moved.

She couldn't wait to see the faces of Gon and Killua brighten at the sight of the sweets. I mean if she loved it so much how could they not enjoy it too? It was the best thing seeing them happy. Especially Gon, sweet brave little Gon.

She stopped abruptly. What was that intense aura coming from? Why was Wing's nen so intense, and who was the strangers inside with them?

Worst case scenario flashed through her mind as she noticed the door left slightly open.

She ran right in without thinking.

"Guys?! Wing-kun!! Are you guys alr-" she choked on her words and gasped. A man and woman whom she'd never seen before stood waiting.

The woman stood taller than Scarlett in her three inched high heeled boots and tight leather pants. Beauty was in the eyes of the beholder and to Scarlett she was staring right at one of the most beautiful women she had ever laid eyes on; bright blue eyes, thick long black hair that was layered reached down to her mid back, and a soft square shape face with high cheek bones. Her figure was slim and all her curves were in the right places.

She made Scarlett feel inferior just standing in the same room as her.

"Oniee-chan! You're alright!!" Gon exclaimed with relief despite his little situation he some how managed to get himself into. It made Scarlett forget how to breath.

The woman smirked pressing the barrel of her gun to Gon's temple. She was hunched over his shoulder her free arm wrapped around his them while her pretty manicured hand tracing lightly over his soft cheeks.

"You managed to get here faster than expected. Guess Bojin was all talk."

Scarlett gasped slightly and took in a deep steady breath and glanced from the corner of her eyes and stared at the tall man in the suit. His eyes were hidden behind shades too and had an apathetic expression on his square shaped face.

Both his arms were up and directed at Killua, and Zushi who were standing beside each other while Wing stood opposite of them. The table beside them was flipped and full of bullet holes, the wall behind them blistered and cracked. Something told her that those holes weren't created by normal bullets.

Scarlett glared at the woman, "Let go of them."

She cocked a brow and returned the glare, "Do you really think I'll listen to you?"

Scarlet gritted her teeth. She couldn't act rash. It wasn't her life on the line it was her friends. One wrong move and they could disappear from her life forever.

"Don't worry. We aren't going to hurt them…as long you cooperate," she paused momentarily and nodded at the man.

"You father wants you home," the man spoke with a deep gravely voice.

Maybe if she could catch them off guard she could conjure up a few needles and strike them in their pressure points.

"We're not here to fight," the woman stated, "We simply want to talk."

"You made that real obvious with busting in here and shooting us down," Killua piped up in annoyance. Fire flared in his eyes at the sight of his best friend held at gun point.

"One more word out of line and that's a bullet to the head," the man said in a monotone voice.

"Okay I'm listening please just don't hurt them."

The woman smirked, "Submission? That's good. I'm surprised that no one else before us tried this approach."

The woman spoke highly as if looking down at Scarlett which caused the teenager's blood to boil. If only they didn't have her friends dragged into this, she'd have loved kicking this woman's conceited ass.

"Your father's message that he's been trying to get to you for the past three years, but never got to you because you'd beat up the thugs that he kept hiring to find you…"

The past three years? A message? None of the others who'd ambushed her before had ever bought up anything about a message. But nonetheless she listened. What ever these two people had to say she would listen.

"Your mother is dying."

~End of chapter 4. I am soooo sorry that this chapter is so short and that it took me longer than a week to update. I have my monthly exams at the moment so I have to keep studying. I promise you that chapter 5 will be much longer and pray that I'll be able to update soon and that I'll do good on my exams.

Another thing I want to apologize for is that Hisoka wasn't in this chapter but don't despair he'll show up in chapter 5.

Thank you everyone for reading I really hope you enjoyed it. Please review. It's motivational for me =) ~