CannibalisticApple: Thank you for the review! And I can see how you could worry but do not fret, I hate trashy. Maybe promiscuous here and there but not trash. I try my hardest to veer away from that. I based some of Yuna off my only personal Yuna, who is kind of a rude woman but seriously does what she does to help and protect me and we're starting to see that here in this story. Kind of a "people aren't always what they seem" ordeal. And yes, we all know those two men don't really have an affectionate bone in their bodies. Hisoka is so selfish and Fei is just...Fei. I'm trying to have them show it in their own ways. May not be healthybut who Knows, sometimes people change.
A/N: next installment! Thank you all for the messages and reviews. I still feel horrible about the lack of updating but I've been brainstorming like crazy and trying to kick this story intogear without getting crazy! Flow charts are angels. It's two am here so apologies for the grammatical errors again, enjoy!
Nana walked into the gathering of the group, waving her gangly blue fingers around. The sight was unnerving, as her fingers moved in unnatural ways but the girl paid no mind as she told them the great news. Uvo's face was scrunched up in disgust, as was everyone else's. They stared at the girl in front of them smiling for the first time they've known her and waving around a broken limb like it was nothing.
"I can feel a dull throbbing pain! Isn't this exciting Uvo?"
"What happened to your hand?!" He bellowed as he grabbed her forearm to stop the disgusting waving. Nana blinked slowly and stared at him.
"It's broken." She stated the obvious.
"Yes, but how did this happen?" He placed her tiny hand in the palm of his massive hand, inspecting it. Nana cocked her head.
"Oh, I asked Fei to." Uvo gritted his teeth.
"There is no fighting between members." Nobungo stated walking up behind Nana. Nana tilted her head to look at him and pushed up her glasses with her good hand.
"Oh, there was no fighting. I asked." Nobungo gave a huff and voiced his disgust.
"You two are strange." Nana looked between the two men who stood towering over her like father figures.
"He was helping me."
"Machi! Come fix Nana's hand!" Uvo bellowed through the hideout. Machi appeared from the shadows, a look of annoyance plastered on her face.
"I'm right here, no need to yell." Machi walked over and inspected the damage. She sighed and scolded the young nen user about her injuries and how next time she was going to charge her a large sum for wasting her time. Nana nodded as a child would listening to a parent.
She felt like a child. A lost child confused about every single thing happening around her lately. Every single person knew her better than herself and she was left in the dark to discover it all on her own, no matter how difficult or depressing it would be for her. She mentally thanked Yuna for the help and a grunt of acknowledgement echoed in her head. Since the fight with old man Netero, the bond between the two has become stronger. Their line of communication wasn't full of static. It wasn't all or nothing between the two anymore and Nana felt comfort in it. She didn't feel so alone anymore. Even if all of those around her pushed her to her brink, destroying her will, she accepted that Yuna was there. Her hate for the woman was starting to dwindle and turn into respect. Nana was slowly starting to understand that she was doing this all for their own good. It was like sticking a person with an intense phobia in a situation that would force them to conquer it. Conversion therapy. But more intense and no papers to sign about confidentiality or emergency situations. All in all, Nana was taking it all in strides and today was a positive in her book. The fact that she felt positive about something was proof that it was all going into the right direction. Nana flipped open her pink phone and stared at the blank home screen. She sighed and closed it, stuffing it down her bound chest and laid down on top of the roof of the building. Nana closed her eyes and repeated the soothing nen control she was taught in the hospital. Meditation is what she needed at this moment.
Heavy footsteps ran through the alley, splashing the puddles of rain causing their pants to get soaked. Their breath heaved as they skidded to the left and ducked behind a pile of trash around the corner. Their hands shook as they stood crouched waiting for the sounds of yelling and running to pass by.
"Shit. How did they find me here?" Their gravely voice trembled as their eyes darted around making sure the coast was clear before they could let their guard down. The man slunk to the ground and let out a strangled breath before they turned to look at the wound that bled from their right arm. He put his calloused fingers on top of his arm and closed his eyes, concentrating on the warm feeling emanating from his fingertips. Once he removed his hand, the wound had disappeared and all that was left was a sizable hole in his jacket and the wet blood stains. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a phone, hitting the call button and sending it straight into voicemail.
"It's me. I've been found. Plan B." He hung up and replaced his phone back in the pocket it came from. He slammed his head against the brick wall in frustration, his teeth gritted in anger. He cursed to himself and pulled out a cigarette, waiting for his phone to vibrate. "I'm going to make things right. I promise..." He whispered to the starry sky above him. "I promise."
The man got up and dusted off his jacket before flipping his hood up to hide his face. He was close to his goal and nothing was going to stop him. Not even death. His heavy boots echoed down the alleyways as he slinked through the shadows. He knew it wasn't safe to walk in the streets tonight, not after he was spotted. He was a wanted man for going against the mafia and no one lives after that. They would hunt him down until he was obliterated from this planet, even if it took them thirty years.
He stepped into a small bar and sat in the small booth towards the back, dimly lit with rusted yellow lights that slightly swayed from the pressure of the fans spinning above. The polyester seats were cracked and stiff. The beer he ordered tasted like stale urine mixed with too much yeast. As he sat there watching the shadow of the light sway from side to side on the table in front of him, a piece of paper was slid into his view.
"She was spotted at the hunter exam. Apparently she caused quiet a ruckus for the others." A woman noted as she sat in the seat across from him. He took the paper in front of him and flipped it over, staring at a picture of a girl with short blue hair and glasses, standing next to what looked like a...
"Clown?" His face was scrunched up in confusion. What kind of company was she keeping nowadays. The woman asked the bartender for a drink and crossed her legs, resting her arms on the table. "Is she in the circus or something?" The woman gave a small laugh and shook her head no.
"You know, this is going to be extremely risky. I don't see why you are wasting your time." The woman slicked back a few of her golden hairs that escaped her tightly done ponytail.
"I promised. Anything else?" The woman reached into her bag and brought out another piece of information, sliding it towards him.
"The hospital and nurse that cared for her when she was found. Look, I get you promised but once they find you AND her, they will kill you both."
"I pay you for your skills, not your advice." He snapped back at her, pulling out another cigarette to calm his nerves. Her hand reached out and landed on his that grasped onto the picture. He lifted his eyes up and stared into her calculating grey eyes.
"We both feel the same about the mafia but, you can go about this differently." He ripped his hand out from under hers and folded the picture, putting it in his pocket. He stood up and put his cigarette out in the broken ashtray, grabbing the information about the nurse.
"Payment will be in the account." He told her before leaving the residence. The woman stared after him, disappointing flowing off her in waves. She turned to the spot he was just previously occupying, then cast her gaze down as she sighed.
"What are you doing, A." She whispered as she stared into the caramel drink she had clasped in her hands.