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Previously: "Senritsu, I also want to clarify… what is your ability on the flute?" Kurapika asked, after the explanation.

Senritsu thought for a quick moment before replying carefully. "I have the ability to effect the emotions, the psychological state and confuse the memories of my listeners regardless of whether they want to feel that way or not. I also have the ability to make listeners see illusions I create in my mind through even a single note I play. That's the basics. I would suggest that while we are on this, be prepared to use Nen to block off our ears so as to not be effected by my Nen music; at least until the vibrations of the pitches die. Don't worry about my Nen losing its potency once the music fades. So long as I continue to will the effects to work with my Nen, it will still be active until I say otherwise. Besides, blocking your ears shouldn't have an effect on your normal hearing since you can control the degree of Nen you use to block off the vibrations in the air. I assure you that you won't need for it to be very strong. It's also a fact that using Nen as a means to ward off Nen vibrations don't mean it will block off normal vibrations."

Kurapika pondered over it for a while before he nodded. He sighed and stood up to look out the window in front of him. "Then let us meet in my room at 2am sharp, Sunday."

Chapter 5: ArrivalX Zapul's angerX Red-Haired Lady

The fog was thick in the air as the guards stood on watch around the estate perimeter. It was still early in the morning and the guards shivered slightly when a gust of biting wind blew against their thin coats.

The Captain of the Guard stood at the window of his watchtower and sighed as he gazed out at his men. He was a frustrated at the fact that his men were only provided with such pathetic looking coats even though they'd been working for their boss with such loyalty for more than ten years. Their food wasn't much better either. He slammed his fist against the wall. If their master didn't improve their conditions by the end of this month, he was going to let his "boss" have a taste of his anger… or die trying.

A knock on his door pulled him out of his reverie. He turned around to see one of his men standing at attention.

"You may speak."

"It seems the cargo ship has arrived, sir."

"Bring them here. I need to have a word with them."

"Yes, sir." The guard saluted and closed the door.

A few minutes later, three men stood stiffly before the Captain. They were all wearing blue uniforms bearing the symbol of their company on their shirt sleeve. The first of the three was well built and tall, with black hair reaching his shoulders and humming a very strange tune. The second was moderately tall with brown hair and ice blue eyes, while the third was slightly shorter than the rest. He had purple eyes, with yellow hair and black streaks in them. The first man stepped forward and handed the shipment documents to the Captain.

"You're late." The Captain growled as he snatched away the papers and scanned through them with a scowl on his face. "My master, Naren- sama has been waiting for a long while and is impatient for your cargos arrival.

The man bowed apologetically. "My apologies…"

"The name's Zapul."

"Ah… My apologies, Zapul- sama, sir. It seems the fog hindered us despite our efforts to navigate the sea as quickly as possible. However, we didn't want the cargo to be damaged in any way."

"There's no use explaining your excuses to me. You'll have to deal with the master yourself. Explain away to him, not me."

The man gulped nervously. "Yes, sir."

Zapul thrust the papers back at the man and walked to another door. "Come with me."

"Thank you sir." The man then motioned for the other two to follow, as Zapul opened the door to reveal a hallway.

Zapul led the three down the slanted tunnel and opened another door to a flight of stairs. "This is the passage that will lead to the ground floor of the main house. Naren- sama's secretary will be waiting for you in the sitting room on the second floor." He pressed a set of numbers on a keypad next to the steel door at the bottom of the stairs and it slid open with ease. He then handed a guest pass for three to the man he had spoken with previously. "Use this to get to the sitting room. Do not delay."

"Yes, sir. Thank you for your help, sir."

"Stop calling me sir or sama. It's hurting my ears. Just call me Zapul- san."

The man he had spoken to showed a small smile. "Yes, s- …Zapul- san. Thank you again." The three bowed and left through the door and into another tunnel that led to the ground floor of the main building. They were greeted by the butler who inspected the pass before leading them upstairs to the sitting room.

"Please wait here while I call the Master's secretary."

"Thank you."

The butler left and silence filled the room. The irritable silence caused the shortest of the three to fidget uncomfortably but immediately froze when his blue-eyed companion shot him a look of annoyance. The blond haired man grumbled under his breath and tried to sit as still as he could while the taller of the three began to whistle the strange tune again ending it on a very dissonant note. The blond haired man didn't need to try for long because the door to the sitting room opened again and in stepped a thin lady with calculating eyes. She was tall and had dirty blonde hair tied up in a tight-as-death bun. The butler came in after her and bowed.

"This is the Master's secretary, Rienolia- san. Now if there isn't anything else, I will take my leave." With that, the butler bowed again and closed the door.

Rienolia walked stiffly to the coffee table and placed some papers before the three men. "These are papers you'll have to fill out to complete the transaction. The money will then be transferred to your company's bank in two days. Any questions?" Rienolia said in a bored monotone voice, the question sounding more like a challenge. When none of the three spoke, Rienolia huffed. "I'll take that as a no."

The three men warily took the documents and each in turn, from the black haired man to the blond haired, signed the bottom of the paper, before handing them respectfully back to Rienolia. She inspected the signatures carefully. "So you men are Senzaburou, Kuryouji, and Baku respectively? Interesting names..." Rienolia looked thoughtfully at the papers for a little while longer before signing the top of the paper and placed them in her manila folder. "Well, that's it. I'll send for a servant who will show you the way out." Rienolia stood up and rang a side bell. In a few minutes, the servant came in and held the door open for Rienolia to leave before he bowed to the three men. Senzaburou took out a flute from shoulder bag and began to play another tune, one that was pleasant and light.

The servant turned and smiled at Senzaburou. "You seem to enjoy music quite a bit, sir. The sound is very pleasant to the ears. Perhaps if you weren't working for a shipping company, the Master might have hired you to teach his son how to play such a merry instrument."

Senzaburou smiled pleasantly and replied politely. "I would have been delighted to have that opportunity. This piece of music is used to sooth and help people relax. At times, it can help people get some good sleep."

The servant smiled tiredly. "I would have liked to have some good sleep once in a while… I do find myself feeling sleepy right about now actually…." The servant trailed off and crumbled to the ground, fast asleep.

Senzaburou shrugged and smiled apologetically at the now sleeping servant. "I apologize… but even if I were working for a shipping company (which I am not) I don't think I would work for your master…"

Baku chuckled sarcastically, "What's the use of apologizing to a sleeping man, Senritsu? Let's just get started before our time limit ends!"

Senritsu, aka Senzaburou, sighed and began running along with the other two down a long corridor of the second floor. "Bashou, you don't have to tell me. I just feel bad for the man… but never mind. You're right, we should hurry, we only have three hours left to get to the vault, figure out the code to access it and get out safely."

The three made a right turn and jumped off the railing, landing on the first floor lightly before they swiftly took the fire escape stairs hidden under the staircase. Once they reached the bottom, they quickly knocked out the guards before they even realized their intrusion and unlocked the door going to the vault's entrance. Senritsu deftly pulled out her flute in preparation as they rounded the corner of the long, dimly lit hallway. Indeed, as they turned the left corner, a group of guards were coming up the stairs that led to the vault. Bashou, aka Baku, halted for a minute in surprise at the sight of the group. Luckily, Senritsu recovered quickly and played a single drawn out note to disguise themselves as guards on urgent business. Kurapika, aka Kuryouji, spontaneously made up a story to keep them from being suspicious and ran past them and down the flight of stairs.

"So… what should we do from here?" Bashou inquired, as he turned to face Kurapika. They now stood before a massive steel door with two different mechanical locks attached to two separate key pads.

Kurapika frowned and was trying to think calmly, when they heard a voice behind them.

"So you three would like to know how to access this vault? I can tell you the code if you'd like."

The three jolted and turned around sharply to look behind them in shock, as they all thought the same thing.

'What the..? I didn't feel any presence coming from behind us at all!'

The voice belonged to a young woman who was slightly taller than Kurapika. She wore a pair of loose dark green cargo pants, an equally loose white t- shirt and a pair of dark green flats. Her eyes were steely blue and her hair was tied back in a high pony tail. The young woman chuckled and smirked at the three, who immediately went on guard.

"Don't look at me like that. It seems that you three were just too preoccupied in trying to figure out the code that you let your guard down to this extent. Anyhow, you do want to know how to get in there to retrieve something, am I right?"

"And why would you want to help us? Who are you?" Kurapika demanded venomously. Something didn't seem right about the girl. His intuition was telling him that she was a powerful Nen user and had probably hidden her presence from them well enough to catch them unawares.

She giggled and said grinning widely, "Don't worry, you will find out soon enough." She twirled a lock of red hair and grinned even wider as she came up with an idea. "How about we make a bet? There are three doors we need to open with six different codes for each pair of locks before we can access the actual vault. If you are able to figure out who I am before we are able to get through to the vault, I will guarantee that you will be able to successfully find you treasured eyes in two minutes. However, if you cannot, figure it out before then, I will kill you on the spot. Is that agreeable to you guys?"

Bashou gritted his teeth in anger. "What kind of stupid bet is that? The odds of us being able to figure out your identity are near impossible! We hardly even know you!"

The girl chuckled slyly. "Don't worry. I also included the percentage that perhaps you would remember where you've seen me before and figure it out. The only matter at hand is whether you would remember on time before it's too late."

"And if we don't agree to your terms?" Kurapika asked cautiously. "Then what?"

The girl flexed her fingers and looked at them expectantly. "Then I kill you on the spot. Fair enough?"

Senritsu frowned. "I assume that this 'fairness' is based on your own definition… but it seems like we don't have a choice. What would you like to do, Kurapika?" Senritsu raised her eyebrow ever so slightly at the now undisguised boy. Kurapika gave the mysterious girl the most chilling glare he could muster. The girl didn't even flinch but merely shrugged her shoulders in playfully.

"Fine." Kurapika managed out menacingly. The girl giggled gleefully, as if delighted.

"Wonderful. Now that we are on the same page, I will now be willing to open the doors. Don't worry, you have plenty of clues already." The girl's eyes gleamed dangerously. Kurapika narrowed his eyes. Now that he thought about it, something did seem unpleasantly familiar about this person. The way this person seemed to enjoy playing sick mind games and that disgusting laugh….

"One door down!" The girl declared merrily. They walked into the interior space between the first and second door and the girl immediately began to type in the codes for the second door. "Second door getting ready!" It was like she was having the time of her life opening the doors and having the prospect of getting to kill someone after if they failed to figure out her identity made her extremely excited.

Bashou growled and thought hard. Never in his life did he have to rack his brain for a clue or an answer as desperately and as much as he was at the moment. This was near impossible! This girl was obviously sick in the mind and enjoyed playing with people's lives a little too much… Where could he have possibly known anyone as revolting as her, other than the Genai Ryoudan… Wait a moment… he thought. Now that I think about it, it seems to make sense. If there were people as bad as her that I know of, then, it would have to be one of their members… but why are they here?

"Second door opened!" The girl sang maniacally. "You have one more chance left before the blood is spilled!" She laughed in delight as they headed toward the final door to the vault and began to slowly input the code, as if to mockingly give them some extra time.

Senritsu was thinking along the same lines as Kurapika and Bashou and as they looked at each other, their eyes wide with shock, they began to feel like vomiting... really badly.

"Are you serious…?" Bashou covered his mouth as his face paled with disgust. "It can't be… how gross is that?"

Kurapika glared even harder at the girl as he gritted his teeth. "With that person, I'm not surprised."

"It's you isn't it, Hisoka."

The girl paused in her typing the last code in the keypad and turned around, a grin on her face. The keypad light was flashing green as the final door to the vault opened.

"Bingo!"

A/N: So this is now revised as well! I changed a few things here and there! Now that I think about it, I was wondering if you will notice the double meaning of the story title. You'll get a better picture of the meaning as the story goes on, but let me know what your interpretations are! As always, arigatou gozaimashita and please R&R!