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AD: For those who hasn't seen it, I drew a Guardian pair fanart (MitoxIllumi). Just google Mito Illumi Nispedana. And I hope it helps with the visualization of the pair! xDD

WARNING: A long chapter BUT is comprised of 70% Guardian Pair and, well, 0% Yinyang. You've been warned! Sorry. There are just some issues that needed to be shown before I get back on that train. AND I realized, after skimming through the outlines, the next two or three chapters will have very few Yinyang moments and more on the circumstance built-up (is there such a thing? I do not know, but it must be done xD).

Anyway, as always, I hope this was nice enough for me to still deserve the love of my precious readers. xD

Disclaimer: I wish I own Hunter x Hunter.

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CHAPTER 7: Island x Lies x Doors

WHALE ISLAND

In an island located in the northern seas of the Yorbian continent, deep dark eyes watched a familiar woman hum as she did her chores. It followed her wherever she went; Eyes that were so lifeless that anyone wouldn't think there was anything going on behind those eyes but bad things.

Perhaps they were right, perhaps they weren't. One was simply never certain with Illumi Zoldyck.

He did admit that in many ways the light-haired woman was as bright as the sun. But this time—unlike years prior, he added with a cringe—he didn't bother to stare away.

In his current position, standing still hidden within the forests' overarching shadows, he was reminded of events five years ago. He was never supposed to get close to her, his mission was to make sure they didn't get in the way. He was even ready to place his nen needles into their heads and make them forget who they were.

It had been a long time since then, and much had changed. Illumi was fairly certain it changed for the worst.

And like this, it all began with observation:

5 Years Ago

He watches her and her mother for days, once or twice a month. That year there are an unusual number of jobs in the continent, so he decides to buy a suite and live in York Shin whenever it is practical. Unfortunately for now, 'practical' means living close to his target.

Silently, under the comfortable shade of rustling trees, he remembered the bargain he struck with Killua. He might have preferred to use his nen ability to make everything easier, but decided against using it. It was not a wise decision to alienate his brother away from him even further.

However, as someone who always went throught with his threats when his conditions weren't followed (the words he said to his brother were no exception) he was very much ready on acting upon his threat… particularly due to the fact that his father mysteriously didn't let that girl die.

That meant she was still a potential danger to the Zoldyck legacy.

And the measures he was taking wasn't particularly unreasonable.

But for some reason, the visits that used to be once or twice every month became something he did every week—as if there was something new he had to watch, to catch…, to study. But Illumi chose not to dwell on those thoughts and focused on the task at hand. He was still managing to finish all his other missions anyway.

Illumi kept his distance, watching closely, unconsciously learning all of their routines… until one day, an odd eagle landed on her terrace—the one she hung clothes on twice a week. It took her a while to do anything but stare at it. Illumi remembered the moment well, because it was one of the first times he openly thought of her as feckless.

It was around then that she realized something was on the bird's leg and, gingerly taking it off the bird's legs, brightened up with an amazed smile. "It's a letter!" She yelled as if she never received one before (which he thought was quite a waste of energy).

But then she exclaimed it's source.

"It's from Gon!"

Naturally, he decided to check it out, not quite having a good feeling about making direct contact with his targets. It wasn't that they're strong, but his instincts told him they were threats. But threats meant little when it came to his brother and his family, so he continued walking to the bar.

Seeing the few stares he received upon entering, he surmised that he still stood out, even when he was wearing normal clothing, which he found uncomfortably light. He decided to pretend to be a bar's costumers and ignored the stares. He mentally took note of their faces so he'd kill them later.

He sat on one of the most inconspicuous spots in the place which, granted the lighting and the boisterousness of everyone, wasn't much. The atmosphere was making him frown, cringe even, as invisible as any sort of movement he made could be.

He didn't get surprised often, and when he did get surprised he usually handled it well. It was particularly odd as the only times he was in a bar was when his target was there: the sort that usually die on the spot. And those bars were for the elite. Looking around, he'd describe the place as primitive.

Regardless, he was Illumi Zoldyck. And he would certainly see it through.

Still, he would muse hours later that he could have handled the situation better.

He could have waited for them to fall asleep so he could take a look at the letter himself. Even if he didn't know where she would place it, which is likely somewhere pretty obvious anyway, the simple minded idiot that she was. And if that failed (which he doubted), he could always use her needle to get her talking. There wasn't even a rule that he had to be hidden—he could've threatened her openly and get it all over with.

But there was always something holding him back. Somehow, somewhere during that six months of observation, he began to wonder what was making her so bright. He did not like the thought as he was not some sort of moth that to be attracted to the light. Particularly since everyone knew what would happen after.

Still, he thought he was so much more than a mere moth, so this person was not going to be a danger. He wasn't a fool like his brother. Perhaps he wanted to prove that. Not that he ever had any doubt, of course.

It was around that moment when a horizontally-abundant man with an unkempt beard stood from the adjacent table, and stood imposingly (well, at least the man thought so) in front of him. For a moment Illumi read the atmosphere as hostile. "Well, you're new." The man said, before laughing and crossing his arms. "A small town like this one—we don't see many new folks around." He said with a grin. "So who are you and where ya' from?"

At least he didn't stand out for no reason, after all.

"I am a simple traveler." He said concisely, using his disinterested tone effortlessly. He got a raised eyebrow in response as the man the plump man was drinking with found another person to chat with.

"That's hard to believe." The man said, casually sitting on the chair in front of him, as if Illumi wanted to continue the idle chat. But all Illumi thought was that the man had no sense of personal space.

Illumi didn't answer the man's inquiries after that and pretended he wasn't there, which wasn't hard, and the man seemed to have more sense than his appearance suggested—because he only scoffed at his behavior and returned to his boisterousness on the adjacent table.

Illumi allowed his eyes to wander around the bar again, and his eyes ended at the bar and saw her mother was the bartender. Illumi found himself looking at the door, monotonously musing how lazy the younger woman was to make her mother do all the work.

Hours passed and everyone else was already unconscious on the table or the floor. Still, there was no sign of that woman. And he didn't even think her mother approached him until she was already walking to his table. "Do you want anything to drink, young man?"

"No." He politely apologized and stood up.

As he walked away from the house-turned-bar, however, he found his head turning to look back. The moon was bright then, at such a height it looked bigger. He saw her, then—or her silhouette, rather—in the balcony, sitting on her rocking chair. From what he could see she was blankly staring at the sky.

He pushed the curiosity away.

And so he went on his way.

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The next day, so early in the morning he found himself glaring at his phone. There seemed to be a storm nearby, so his blimp would be a day late. Just when he was eager to leave the island, he was trapped there. Brilliant.

So to pass the time, he ended up in the bar again. This time it was mostly cleared of hung-over men.

"Welcome, Sir!" She said as he opened the door. She was smiling, but this one didn't reach her eyes. Once again, Illumi had to push his unnerving curiosity away.

"I'd like some whiskey please."

"Oh, okay. Please wait a moment."

He watched as she tried looking for the whiskey. It took her a few seconds. She was obviously distracted. Then the door opened revealing the old woman who looked visibly pleased when she saw him. "Oh, young man!" She said, voice rising slightly. "You're back."

"Mother?"

"Oh. This young man was here last night." She laughed. "The only man sober."

Illumi did not react and only waited for his drink. "You seemed distracted."

"Eh? Me? I'm—"

"She is." The older woman intervened, earning herself a disbelieving stare from her daughter. "My grandchild was apparently with her father in a far away land." She said sadly, but there was obviously a further motive for telling him this. He figured that out a few minutes later.

"My daughter is quite lonely." She said with an empathic frown on her face. "She could use a friend."

"Mother!"

And as unnerved as he was, he found it to be the perfect opportunity to keep track of the girl's whereabouts. So, he ended up cracking a smile (he literally felt his muscle crack). "I'd be honoured, actually."

The woman gaped at him in shock, while her mother only clasped her hand together in glee.

Illumi, on the other hand, thought in retrospect that it was one of the worst mistakes he ever made.

…

He introduced himself as Illumi Walker, in case she wrote to Gon about him. After all, her father seemed to have a connection with his. He'd rather not allow that issue be an even bigger problem. The women, in turn, introduced themselves. They described the girl, Gon, in a way that he would describe Mito (he'd take a lot of getting used to referring to her by her name). The main differences were that the younger one was a lot more reckless and, of course, stronger.

The way Mito talked about the girl made him feel a little more interested. And then she began implying (likely unconsciously) about her guilt about withholding the girl from her father, and how she wished she never went with him.

"I have a younger brother." He said, partly not knowing what made him say it, but also knowing it was a good way to build rapport. I have done many things for him. "I will do anything for him."

Her eyes widened a little as she stared, and she had to clear her throat when she forced her eyes away. "That's… admirable." She said. And that was that.

…

Gon's subsequent letters comprised of very hard-to-decipher drawings of what seemed like animals. She seemed to be having fun—happy—and Illumi skillfully ignored Mito's pondering about the letters absolutely being Killua-less. "I wonder if they're alright." She whispered then, and her next words would ring in his ears until the present. "They seemed like they'll be destroyed if they were apart."

Then she shrugged. "I'm probably over-thinking. She probably assumes there's no need to tell me about Killua."

Illumi didn't say anything. Mito just assumed she said everything in her head.

…

Many months passed, and through them he found it more difficult to leave. He kept telling himself that it was because he was afraid to miss a lead. To his chagrin, some of her friends even began speaking with him more, definitely forcing him to muster more energy than was necessary.

That old man who approached him in the bar, so much time prior, introduced himself as the fisherman who always went to the bar whenever he was in the island. "I pay for my drinks by supplying the ladies ample amounts of seafood," he grinned as he told him once, the annoying plump. "Especially now that Gon-chan's not around to fish for them."

"Hmn." He said disinterestedly, but to his surprise, the man laughed and patted his back. He even looked proud, and this made Illumi raise a very puzzled eyebrow.

"It's good you became friends with Mito!" The old man announced. "You're more responsive now!"

Illumi wondered when he'll finally get to kill this man.

The man continued to tug on his beer, and put it down with so little placidity that half of the beer probably was on the table. He carelessly wiped the liquid on his cheek. "Had to admit boy." He said and Illumi was suddenly very tempted to take out a needle right then and there. The plump man'd be dead in an instant, and people would just think he'd had an abrupt heart attack.

"Mito's really something." And he laughed. "To tame a man like yourself."

There weren't a lot of things that scared Illumi Zoldyck, but that thought was one of them.

…

For a time he returned to the shadows, and he lessened the time spent on the island. The fisherman was already away towards the adjacent seas to catch a legendary fish they have been discussing in the bar for a while, lucky bastard.

As time passed, however, he had to begrudgingly admit that the woman had somehow gotten under his skin. Sly, he mused, but decided not to dwell on that further. Now that he found out what the problem was, there wasn't any way he'd have to make the same mistakes again.

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"I wonder where Illumi is." She said, one day when he decided to be near the house and within earshot of conversations. "It's been so many months since he hadn't shown."

"Do you miss him, child?"

"Eh?" There was silence, but it was one of the few times Illumi could hear his own heartbeat. Then, as abruptly as it came, the silence disappeared the moment Mito opened her mouth. "Miss him, eh?" She paused, and even without seeing her face he knew she was smiling.

"Yes. Yes, I do."

…

Illumi never intended to act on those 'feelings'—he'd rather call them impulses—he was planning on shutting them down. Illumi honestly had little doubt he could manage that. And if the worse came? He'd just use his needles on himself.

But then on one fateful day, two years prior, it poured strongly and suddenly on the island. He never really bothered looking for shade, he was immune to anything. But he saw her trying desperately to take all of her laundry back to dry air and decided a little less cold wouldn't be so bad.

He helped and, when Mito saw how drenched he was, he silently noted his decision to wear normal clothing that day. At least his usual outfit was waterproof.

And a few minutes later he found himself in one of the rooms, half-naked, because his clothes were all wet and they feared he'd have hypothermia. His body wasn't even shaking, being impervious to any sort of illness, but he didn't say anything. It wasn't bad to see that woman fret worriedly over him, anyway.

The knock came and he uttered an assurance. It was her, of course. "Here's the shirt—" She stopped when she looked at him, unconsciously eyeing his exposed skin, and turned red. She closed her eyes and handed him his shirt. "Dinner's going to be ready soon!" She said, almost yelling, and shutting down the door.

Or she attempted to.

He closed the door before she could get out and whispered a "Thanks" (he ignored her face that was very puzzled how he got there so quickly), before letting the door go.

But contrary to what he thought she didn't scuttle to leave. She stayed and turned to face him—they were suddenly so close now— she was looking at him in awe. "You look really nice when you smile like that."

"I always smile."

She shook her head. "Those were polite smiles."

He stared at her stoically trying to tell her she was an idiot with his mind, but she smiled back instead. "You should try it more often—c'mon, it's not that bad."

"My muscles can only do so much."

She laughed. He never made anyone laugh before. He should be offended. "I think your muscles will be very capable."

He realized he wasn't offended, after all. And if his face was normal he would be smirking. "Is that so?" He said, and his eyes told her everything.

Her eyes moved downwards by reflex and she stuttered immediately. "E-Eh? I mean—"

It was that moment that he shut her up by placing his lips on hers. Her eyes looked as if she was in a daze when it was over, then she caught his stare and fumbled again, this time leaving the room for real.

Staring at the door, he licked his lips, liking the taste. He mused at the time that he could get used to that.

…

Returning to his position of observation. He knew he succeeded in that respect—he got close to her and he did get used to her taste. For years she believed nothing was wrong with him. She still barely knew anything of him. She thought he was a travelling businessman who was fond of taking vacations, she thought he lived in an apartment in Yorkshin (he technically was), and she believed that he wouldn't hurt a fly.

Illumi thought Mito had never been so wrong in her life.

A fool, he thought, much like her niece.

But now the girl was coming back home, probably to ruin everything. It wasn't that he feared he would be recognized—his needle took care of that. But there was still a chance she'd feel something that would reveal many memories.

In any case, if something went wrong—then chances were, he'd have to kill a lot of people.

Mito wouldn't be an exception.

…

Returning to the present, Illumi silently came out from the shadows and revealed his presence to her. If she could still determine which smile was polite and which ones were genuine, she never really pointed it out again.

"Illumi!" She yelled, giving him a hug. He noted that her hair got a little longer, but not long enough for her to lose comfort. She let go and upon inspecting his face her eyebrow furrowed to one of worry. She took out the handkerchief in her pocket. "My goodness. You're sweaty!

"Will you ever consider letting me cut your hair?" She asked (he lost count how many times she asked of it. "It's pretty and all but so impractical!"

He refused all the time simply because he didn't want to give her anything she wanted of him. It would be foolish of him to do so. Him giving her so much of his time was enough sacrifice on his side. Pride or stubbornness one could call it, it didn't really matter. It was all geared for self-preservation.

But then… he realized it was getting warmer around the globe, so he didn't think there was any harm in being comfortable for himself. He was going to do this for himself and not for her, he reminded himself.

"I suppose I can."

Mito looked at him skeptically before beaming. And he was forced to sit down on a chair afterwards.

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"Finished!"

"You're quick." And she was. She was probably used to cutting her own hair short. As he looked in the mirror, he was reminded of what he looked like a decade prior.

"It's not a problem. You're the perfect person to do haircut on. You're so still." She laughed. "Gon was so flinchy I don't even want to remember how many hours it took." "Anyway, what do you think?"

"I think it's nice." He said, almost blurting out his own thoughts about his old hair. He stopped himself because once again he was reminded of how little she knew of him—and how it should stay that way.

"I'm glad." She said, putting both her palm on his cheek and smiled proudly at her work. "You need to lighten up sometimes, you know."

Once again, he wondered just how little she truly knew of him.

…

They were heading down for lunch (they'll be serving his favorite, she added, since he'd be leaving that same night), when they hear a familiar caw. Mito immediately lightened up even further and ran back to the railings to meet the bird. Slightly anxious, he trudged to stand beside Mito as she read. He didn't read it, but he only watched her expression.

Her light got so dim, and he found himself cursing Gon even more before he even realized that he did so. "How is Gon?"

She sighed sadly. "She seemed to have work to do." Mito sighed. "She'll be a week late. She promised to be in time for her birthday though."

"Are you alright?"

"I'm a little disappointed." She forced a smile. "But I have several more weeks with her! How can I complain?"

He smiled with his eyes, although it was invisible to a person other than Mito. "That's good." He said, albeit she did not know what he was actually referring to.

"Time to tell mother." She mumbled dejectedly a few moments later and once again headed to the stairs. However, as they went from tread to tread, he saw her stop abruptly, her muscles tensing. He heard a gagging sound and she ran to the nearest restroom. He was immediately next to her and patted her back.

"You're sick?"

She nodded, wiping her mouth clean with the nearest towel. "It started four days ago, when I ate this uhmm… plate of shellfish. I think I'm getting diarrhea too—" She laughed and he wondered if she was a masochist—laughing while in pain. But instead, he felt something boiling inside of him.

"Who gave you the plate?"

"Oh just an old fisherman friend of ours—" It was that fat man, no doubt, the one who was arrogant enough to approach him all those years prior. Coincidentally, a man he had wanted to kill quite a few times. At least he wouldn't have trouble tracking him down—

Mito turned her head to him and her smile disappeared. She stared at him for a while, before gulping, and moving her body to face him and held his face. "Calm down Illumi." She said as calmly as she could, but her eyes were full of fear and anxiety. She was skillful to push her fears down and approached him anyway.

"I'm sure he meant no harm." She smiled and once more she roused carnal desires inside him that once terrified him—the useless and unpredictable instincts that they were. But the longer he was with her the less foul they seemed. He started embracing them…, and Illumi leaned down and she turns her head away mumbling about the fact that she just puked.

He wondered what his face showed to make her look at him like that—fearful—but he doubted she'd be as brave if she found out what he did for a living. And why he got close to her in the first place.

He placed his lips on hers, anyway.

Mito would never have to know.

…

Meanwhile, outside of the raven-haired Zoldyck's knowledge, right on the docks of the same island…, a certain acting-Mafia lord finally stepped into the island. One filled with memories. He allowed his cerulean orbs to travel from the boat's wooden surface to the port. Not much had changed, he mused, only the shops were more dilapidated than they were.

And then, walking deeper into the island, he ended up by the river—and a familiar vision of a young girl sleeping on a boat came to mind. It wasn't a clear picture, but he remembered the feeling and sensations well. Unconsciously, he had already known he met a very influential person, and was honoured to have experienced so.

His hands involuntarily formed a fist, and he gave out a nervous smile which was carried by the sea's gentle breeze. He wasn't able to move much for the minutes that followed.

How was he supposed to move? When his chest was beating so loudly?

…

Doki Doki Doki

Gon Freecs held her chest at the loudening sound of her heartbeat. She was feeling an intense mixture of nerves and anticipation, and she wondered once more what she was doing on another continent, so many miles away from home.

She was now standing in front of a huge wall that had some tiered pattern to it, looking almost like an auditorium seen from above.

"It's huge!"

"Amazing!"

And another set of exclamations of awe (many of which became expletives due to emotion) was heard in front of the gates. Gon arrived by tourist bus, and she partly regretted it. She wanted to concentrate, and her inhuman hearing was making it all the more difficult for her to do so.

She couldn't deny that it felt familiar here, she thought as she tuned out all the noise surrounding her. Even the tour guide seemed to have a moment of recognition when she saw her, albeit the woman just shrugged it off. And yet… she simply couldn't recall any memories of her being there at all.

At that moment of loss of concentration she began hearing the tour guide explaining this to her customers. She said the door was the 'gateway to hell', and said it with such pride that Gon wondered if she was one of the people who made the door.

The brunette also mumbled something about fact that the small red door on the gate's left side was not the actual door to the estate. She herself witnessed many deaths of those who tried to crossed it—even describing the gruesome scene of a hairy gigantic beast revealing its hands, carrying skeletons of brave men she had spoke with only minutes prior.

She claimed that the actual door was the patterned wall beside it. The guide received a few murmurs there, a mixture of awe and skepticism. For some reason, though, Gon believed her. And asGon assessed the door, her eyes ended on what seemed like a guard house below it.

There was an old man reading newspaper. Gon watched him as he turned the pages and he eventually seemed to have felt her stare, because he put down his paper and his eyes moved to where hers was. However, the moment their eyes met, the old man's eyes widened.

He looked as if he just saw a ghost, and that part was what surprised her the most.

The man quickly went out the door and her own feet moved on their own to meet him. He looked very familiar, that man did, but once again she couldn't find in her memory a hint of an image of the man. At this point, she didn't really think much of it anymore. But then he called her name.

"Gon-chan?" He mumbled, a mix of relief and pride surging through. "Oh my goodness." How much she'd grown!

"Hai?" She uttered quietly. "You know my name?" She asked, just in case. The old man stared at her in response, analyzing her and her words, and she allowed him to.

Zebro, on the other hand, was in shock. He knew something must have happened to Gon when Killua-sama's return alone with his family looking so empty… But to be forgetten?

She wasn't dead as he feared, but inside he wondered which one was actually more painful.

He shook his bald head and pointed at the familiar tourist guide. "Oh. I heard the girl over there say your name."

The said girl was calling on to her (not her name, because he had a feeling she never told her that) but she said she'd stay anyway. Gon returned her sights back at him. She was frowning, poor girl, and he knew it was one of those instances she could tell he was lying. "You know me, don't you?" It was not a question. "Please tell me."

Zebro stared at her for a long moment, and she defiantly stared back. Her eyes were as bright and determined as he remembered. At the same time, he was cruelly reminded of how stubborn she could be. So, in the end, he could only nod in defeat.

However, that did not mean he'd allow her to throw herself carelessly into the pit filled with spikes. "You don't remember me for a reason." He paused. "It is wise not to act on it unless you're certain of what was happening."

"But how will I know if I don't get in?" She asked cheekily and motioned for the small red door below the larger one. "Please!"

He wasn't surprised at the defiance, nor did he expect her to give up after only a few words. He did, fortunately, know she wasn't as selfish as one would surmise. His back slumped and he adopted the dejected look of a weak old man. "It didn't occur to me that you're the sort to get an old man to lose his job."

"…"

Zebro felt an arrow of guilt then and there for making her look like that (he mused Killua-sama probably would shoot him if he saw). But truth hurts, and he knew that he had to be harsh on her—otherwise she'd continue begging him to let her die. "I suggest you look for answers elsewhere… or just get past it and move on." He said austerely, even with the façade he just adopted.

"For both our sakes I hope it's the latter."

Gon looked down on the ground, disappointed.

What was she going to do? She asked herself in befuddlement. It wasn't possible for her to do nothing about these feelings—no one could. Who could live feeling so… lacking?

She had no idea how she managed it the past five years. And she had a feeling that Killua person had some sort of answer to her problems. She was determined to find him—it had to be done, no matter what.

She whipped her head back up and Zebro flinched. He knew that look. It meant trouble for the people who wanted to keep her safe. "But you do know who Killua is, don't you?"

He gulped, and then reluctantly nodded. Zebro saw no point in lying, not to this young woman. "Yes." He finally said. "But anyone who will get close to the family will undoubtedly die, child." He emphasized, but at this point he had no energy to wear the mask of a weak old man. Killua-sama would no doubt want her to survive, who was he to fight against that?

Zebro looked at her gravely, and he watched as the beads of sweat crawled down her face. She was nervous, perhaps even intimidated… and that was good.

"If you want answers so much—go somewhere else." He said. "This estate has no place for nosy girls like you."

"But—"

Then Zebro let out a burst of aura to shoo her away. It wasn't that its power was too strong, but what frightened her was the will that powered it. The old man really wanted her gone.

Gon didn't say anything else (at least nothing coherent came out) before she bowed her head as a shaky but polite thanks and tromped away from the estate.

But… somewhere along the way, she found herself giving it one last look. If it was a longing look or a depressed one, she couldn't tell.

All she knew was that she never disliked a door so much in her life.

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END OF CHAPTER 7

Coming Soon:
CHAPTER 8: Unexpected x Circumstances x Rod
Wherein Killua and Kurapika will encounter very dissimilar sources of headaches in different parts of the globe.

REPLIES TO ANGELS

LittleChomper- Thank you for reading and reviewing! I really enjoyed writing it, glad you did too! And of course I looooove you too! Hahhaha *hugs* s

A DUMB girl WITH a COMPUTER – me too! I loved Ponzu as well. Totally shipped them. And then Togashi went to kill them. xDD Anyway, glad you liked my decision and thx for commenting~!

Guest [Jul 29 2014] – So Ringo-san it is then! Yoroshiku! xD And whoa! You reread that three times? My goodness I'm super flattered! *hugs* Thank you for all the time you gave the stories, and thank you for reviewing!

Digilover23- Thank you for reviewing! But alas! Gon won't be realizing for a while *sobs* too many characters around them had to be featured first. Sorry. About the ep, it depends on the version. I only watched the 1999. xD And I'll google kamigami right now! Hehe

Yuki Candy Heart- Yes indeed! But I'll probably disappoint on many expectations xD I warned of them in the beginning of the chap. Hope the chap's still nice tho! And thx for commenting~ :D

Kawaiishiella- Supremely happy you still think the previous chap was great! Thank you for reviewing, my friend! xD

XxHunterzxX – Oh my goodness I'm happy that you love the story so much! Means a lot to me. I hope I can keep it up, even with all these no-YY pair chaps, and thx for the review~

Darlingfedz- hahaha. First off, glad to see you on FB! Super nice to meet you in there *hugs*. And thank you for reviewing! I'm really glad that you like the story so far~! xD

NariGray- yay! Now gonna go ask for a forgiveness ticket because the whole reunion thing will take a while to happen. xD /shot. Hope it was a decent chap anyway and thx for the review! xD

Strollingcat- Thank you for reviewing~! xD And I reply to reviews from the previous chapter in the next one, so I'm replying to your review for ch6. ;) And continue from GI? Depends. The ants are already dealt with after all..

Mytiaaa- Yeah… Kurapika needs to smile more! Loved the Last Mission movie precisely because of that. Hahaha. No meeting with Nerys/Zoldycks this chap tho /shot. And thank you for reviewing ~! :DD

Jonica77- Yep! That assassin being Killua. xD Remember the mission he did just before Nerys' bros attacked? This is it. xD Thx for the review btw! Glad you liked it. ;)

KG-Ai – Yep~ Kura's just concerned as a friend. And the weapons are actually a symbol for 'new' things, I'll expand on those later. xD Oh, if you're expecting all that…, you'll probably be disappointed. Hope you like this chap anyway and thank you for reviewing!

HibarxZhen- Thank you for commenting! Here's the update, and I hope you're not disappointed! I just can't have her meet the family yet. xD

Dolce-tasie – Hey you, glad to see you again. xD Unfortunately, no Killua here! *sobs* hope it's a fine chapter regardless and thank you for reviewing~

CursedXQueenXDoll – hahah *punches air with you* (this is fun). And it's cool you mentioned the guardian pair! Here's their chapter, hope it's fine! And thank you for the review! xD

SerenadePanda- Hihihi indeed! Kurapika's sweet. Altho.. atm he's really just concerned for a friend. ;D And yep~ She can't quite meet the big enemies yet. xD We don't want this story to end so soon! Haha. Thx for the review btw! :D

Denizen of the night- Thank you for reviewing~! Glad it was a decent chapter despite being a little boring (this chapter is probably the same). xD Oh, unfortunately the memory loss is one of the few things I have left to write about. xD Hisoka and the Spiders don't appear until way later. Hehe

drawingRAMPAGE- Dengue? Oh man that sucks. I caught that when I was in 4th grade (same room as my bro, who cried every single hour!) And I'm suuuper glad I somehow helped to make your day better! :D Happy you liked the chapter and of course I do my best to update regularly! You vocal readers of mine are too fabulous not to try.

Grapes- Thank you for reviewing! About seeing the family again to, it's a yes and a no. xD You'll see in this chap! Hehehe

Esperanz- hahahaha so glad you liked the chapter and even found it amazing! As for Illumi… well, you'll see soon enough. xD And I know I'm sorry! I loved those two as well, but events unfolded the way the had so.. hehe. Anyway, thank you for reviewing!

Guest [jul 30 2014] a.k.a. Bunny – Yay! Glad the chapter was good enough to redeem the prev. chap. xDD Thank you for reviewing and I will keep doing my best. And oh! I love you too~ Hihi

Retz – Well at least you have an exciting school life! That's something you can write about in the future. Hahah. Thank you for reviewing btw! Glad you liked the chap and yes Pokkle is aliiive! hihihi

Tealovesreniaki- (ch1) I know, I know. And to think this chapter focuses on them Huehueheue (ch2) x 2 /bows. Thank you so much as well for reading and reviewing and for lending me so much of your time! And YY pair FTW!Wohoo (ch4) Well, if you don't mind the amnesia thing getting dragged then yes! I'm glad I didn't torture you so much. xD (ch6) x 2 lol whoa! That's a huge compliment. xD Thank you for saying so! And no worries, I find your hyperactivity very cute. xD And oh! OF course youcan make a comic. I'll be honoured. And about the second review for the chapter, no worries! I don't think you're being over-dramatic at all. I'm actually super flattered. xD

Trizsh15- Thank you for reviewing! I'm soo glad I'm still managing to impress you. xD And oh my! I can tell you CA arc actually ends well (for me, anyway) and you should totally watch! Well at least if you don't want the next arc to get spoiled. xD

Tochiome-chan – Oh! Uhm.. *blushes* I'm glad you find my fics amazing. xD Thank you for reviewing and so glad to see you here again! *brohugs* (And children are afraid of you? Perhaps you're coincidentally stressed out when you're in the same room? XD)

Phoenix-Thunder – I'm counting the two weeks we talked about on FB! #noPressure huehue. Ah~The new weapons are symbols for the new things in her life. I'll expound on that later. xD Thank you for reviewing, btw~! :D

Yorumi1- It does seem like that arc, no? Unfortunately, it isn't quite like that just yet. Hehehe. We should still cheer on Gon tho! And thanks for the comment!

Mellowchan- I know~! I'm itching to post a chapter where that happens. However, I'm quick to lose things to write about so… *sobs* Anyway, thx for commenting! :D

Shiver-fire – haha thank you for reviewing~! xD Oh, no need to apologize, but I do want to hear from everyone who read. xD Hope the way I make her remember (and when lol) will be decent! xD

Lexzly- Hello kabayan~ I'm super glad you like my story. I have plans for Alluka, although they won't be shown so soon I hope they're fine. xD Thx for reviewing btw!

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