Hello to all of people who have read, favorited, followed, and/or reviewed this fic. Thank you very much. This is the same note I have added to the prologue, but in case you haven't saw it:

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"I decided to revised all my chapters because I really appreciate all the reviews/favs/follows this fic has gotten. When I was rereading my posted chapters to refresh my memory, I noticed a lot of flaws and plot holes (admittedly because I was itching to write Sindria Arc and wanted to get there ASAP, thus neglected to properly set up this fic). So I want to apologize to all my readers, as such is not the quality you all deserve and such would reflect poorly in the plot unless I revise these chapters.

That said, there is not much difference in the revised prologue, chapter 1, and chapter 2. Chapter 3 is when things actually changed, since I elaborated more on Pitou, Kei, and Hakuryuu's relationships and situations.

Also one last thing, I decided to leave the honorifics -dono (Lord/Lady, but lack self-humbling), -san (Mr./Ms.), and -sama (Lord/Lady/Master; "a term of great respect, one step higher than -san") untranslated because they don't really have an english equivalent that wouldn't really sound weird or one that is completely accurate. -kun and -chan as well because they don't have an english equivalent at all.

I'm sorry for this long and wordy note ^^;;;"

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Also, since I don't want/can't have this be just an author's note, here is a little extra scene - or a preview of the future if you wish - where Kurapika "somehow" ends up in the world of Magi and meets Hakuryuu who is with the forces he has gathered for the rebellion. Please enjoy :D

Extra/Preview of Future

Once they were alone, although still in the range of Pitou's En, Kurapika let one of his chains - the Dowsing Chain- hang perfectly still in front of him. "Why would you want to kill the empress?" said Kurapika. His gray eyes focused on the scar that covered half of the prince's face. It appeared be a burn scar, one that possibly extended down to the areas covered by his clothes.

Hakuryuu glared, and remained silent. The prince had no need to explain himself, especially since it was unlikely that the Kuruta would join him, but… as the closest link to Neferpitou's past, he felt it would be beneficial to answer. "She killed my family, and she is the leader of a dangerous organization in this world." said Hakuryuu, "It is impossible to let her live." Although he was wary of the stranger, Hakuryuu figured there was no point in lying, that is, beyond the fact he didn't like doing so. The chain remained still.

"Who did she killed? With what reason and method?"

"My father was the first emperor, and my brothers were next in line for the crown. I am not too sure of my father's circumstance in death, but my brothers died in front of me when the palace was burned down. Everything was so she could gain control of the empire."

"Were they tortured?"

"No… although they had to fight some of the organization's puppets while protecting me." said Hakuryuu, "I do not understand how that is relevant to why we are having this discussion." As far as Hakuryuu could tell, Kurapika wanted to figure out whether he should take Neferpitou back to his world.

Kurapika let out a soft sigh, although he did not drop his arm. Although the boy in front of him was being completely honest, he could not let his guard down. Thinking it was only fair, Kurapika said, "My goal is revenge as well. My tribe was tortured and killed by a group of criminals. They were after something only my people have."

For a moment, Hakuryuu's eyes were wide and alarmed. His face seemed full of innocence as he looked down shamefully. He looked like a kind-hearted person, not someone who was determined to kill his own mother. When Kurapika did not speak further, Hakuryuu said, "S-Since you are here, there are other survivors right..?"

Kurapika shook his head, causing Hakuryuu to lose his rather awkward smile. "I only survived because I was not there when they striked. I counted every corpse, all of them had their eyes dug out, so none could have been a member of that troupe."

One look at Hakuryuu's face was all the blond male needed to continue. "When people of the Kuruta Clan experience strong emotions, their eyes turn scarlet. In my world, they are are considered one of the seven most beautiful things in the world."

"Were you able to take revenge?"

"Yes," said Kurapika firmly, "although I did not kill all of them." If he was taken back by Hakuryuu's gasp, Kurapika did not show it.

"Why? Don't you hate all of them?" said Hakuryuu, almost shouting as his posture shifted to one that was not unlike when he talked to Hakuei. It might be his defensive position, since the young prince looked like he was backed into a corner, where his choices were to attack or to run - or to do both at the same time.

"Of course," said Kurapika, well-awared of the change in Hakuryuu's mismatched eyes, "but, I made sure that they could no longer function as a group. There is no need to kill all of them, not yet anyway."

When incomprehension remained written all over the prince's face, and something close to hurt shimmered in his eyes, Kurapika asked, "Do you believe I should have killed all of them?"

"Yes!" said Hakuryuu, although his eyes did not seem to be seeing Kurapika. Maybe he was thinking of someone else, or was trying to convince himself. "Since… hatred will never be erased like that…! The only thing you can do... is erase the ones you hate!"

Kurapika nodded, although not full-heartedly. "That might be true… I thought similarly to that as well, but then a friend… he reminded me of another thing I needed to do when I thought my revenge - my reason for living - was gone." said Kurapika as he let his arm dropped back to his side. There was no need for his Dowsing Chain's ability. "I have to find and retrieve all of my people's eyes." said the Kuruta, calmness with traces of longing and something else overflowing his tone of voice.

Hakuryuu had composed himself, his back straight as he looked deep into Kurapika's eyes. "I'm… living for revenge, yes," said Hakuryuu, as he thought back to his conversation with Alibaba. "But I'm not wrong, and I just... I need to kill Gyokuen to be able to move on." Maybe he should have said "we," since Judal told him they were in the same boat. "It is better for this world if she dies."

Maybe another person will smile, glad that Hakuryuu was not completely thinking of only himself or simply to lighten up the mood, but Kurapika was not that person. Instead, the Kuruta said, "The friend I mentioned, Gon, he tried to kill Neferpitou for revenge as well. He almost died, and sacrificed something that is really priceless, but because someone really important to him was killed and made into a puppet out of entertainment, he needed to do it. That is what he told me."

Hakuryuu looked down. He had not been aware, or even curious, about the reason for Pitou's nen ability. A part inside him thought that his assistant should be punished- or should not have lived- for what he did, but another part could not stop thinking about how devoted and supportive the Chimera Ant had been to him. "..Why did your friend let Pitou live?" said Hakuryuu at last.

"He did not." said Kurapika, causing Hakuryuu's eyes to meet Kurapika's. Out of all things, the prince had not been expecting that. "Gon did not intend to let your retainer live, in fact, he killed Neferpitou. It was just that, instead of where souls are supposed to go, your retainer ended up here."

"...Is that why you are here? To take Pitou back so your friend can take revenge?"

The Kuruta shook his head. "Gon came to me because he wanted to know where Neferpitou disappeared to, but he wasn't looking more blood. Before I came to this world, Gon asked me to tell Neferpitou that his mentor is alive… he was reincarnated, so he doesn't need healing anymore."

Hakuryuu frowned. "My brothers, they cannot come back to life… and your people cannot either," murmured Hakuryuu as his vision started to get blurry, "So what should people like us do?!" The young prince thought about the Fire, and how his eldest brother stabbed himself so that he could protect him from the flames with his blood. He protected him so that he could get revenge for them. It can't be that we are just supposed to accept the unfairness of everything, that's… that's just ridiculous!

"You said that you can only move on if you kill the empress." said Kurapika, cool gaze against the other's frantic ones, "If you truly believe that, then continue. I have neither reason nor authority to stop you." Besides, doing so would be rather hypocritical. The Kuruta watched Hakuryuu wiped his escaped tears in silent, wondering what kind of future is in store for the young prince. Even though they had just met each other, they were birds of a feather… each chained by a trail of blood and hatred. For both their sake, Kurapika sincerely hoped the young man in front of him would end up with a good future.

If you want, please leave a review on whether or not you would like to see this outcome in this fic's canon :D