I apologize for pulling another Togashi. I am. I can only pray this chapter was worth the wait. I have been stuck in all my stories, as some of you may know, and they were dragging each other down for a year or so. Also, I took the board exam so, there's that. xD

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CHAPTER 23: BETRAYAL

Impact is greatest when least expected.

It was an idea that applied to Everything: In war, it would tip the momentum in favor of one side; In Physics, it could cause greatest damage; In chemistry, it could even create an explosion that'd bring down a building.

And then there're matters of the heart, where you had taken peace for granted and all of a sudden the rug was pulled under you, leaving you lying on your back in pain, unable to get back up.

Especially betrayal. After all, it was infinitely easier to forgive an enemy than a friend, simply because of the peace they created within us in the first place.

But alas: For there to be a betrayal, first there has to be something to betray.

Neon and Kurapika were not lovers.

Yet it still hurt as if he they were.

"Neon?" He was pulled back to the present, to be greeted by deep cerulean eyes focused on him. "Are you listening?"

It took him a moment to regain his breath, though he still had to look away to answer without stuttering. "Of course."

Kurapika gently tapped his arm, obviously mistaking his daze to be one of worry for the family business. "You will be able to get through this."

He only nodded in response and she smiled, looking back down at the papers she was pointing at. They were currently in his study, in one of the sessions where she promised to help him with the business. It had stayed not only afloat, but thanks to her help the businesses were all doing relatively well.

His eyes remained on her face for a while and he could see that now the signs of tiredness he'd seen only a few days prior had mainly disappeared, replaced by a glow that would be so beautiful had it not been so depressing.

Sometimes he wished Vaise never told him that Kurapika—the Ice Queen—had her heart stolen, then maybe he could've been happy—proud, even—to see her like this. But alas, the rug had been swept under his feet, and his whole body took the hit: How could he be happy that he fell?

He quickly looked back at the paper the moment she lifted her eyes. There were all types of graphs in the papers, most of which he understood, but the data… he couldn't quite analyze like Kurapika could. It seemed that Kurapika knew much about business from her family. They must be very capable, to leave a very young Kurapika with such knowledge.

"How come I never heard of them?"

"We preferred a low-key existence." She said, eyes glazing in thought. "Fame, in this world, sometimes meant the opposite of safety." She paused, expression turning dour. "But obviously that was not enough."

He only nodded in response, not knowing what to say, and she resumed to teaching him about the connections of the data, particularly of people and the trends, and he returned to just staring at her.

Maybe if he understood all these information, he'd finally understand how he lost Kurapika without him noticing at all.

But then she stopped explaining and suddenly looked at him to meet his eyes. She did not say anything and he remained frozen for an embarrassing moment. It took a few seconds for whatever was blocking his throat to loosen enough for him to utter anything. "W-What is it?"

"You… usually never look at me for so long, Neon." She said, and it was with that rare smile of hers his brain seemed to have died for a second.

"I have always looked at you."

Kurapika stared at him, and he blankly stared back… though it was because he didn't quite absorb what he just said.

His face slowly contorted to one of aghast and blood quickly climbed up his head when the door abruptly opened, momentarily saving him from death-by-shame. "Neon-bocchama!" Bansho yelled, quickly followed by a sauntering-as-always Vaise. Bansho continued, holding up a letter. "We may have delayed it up to now thanks to Kurapika's help, but it seemed they are making a move."

"What do you mean?"

It was Vaise who answered. "It seems that before they completely remove the family from power…" She paused, sighing. "You must take over your father's position in the Great Council."

…

Neon tentatively opened the door to his father's study, allowing a head in as if assassins and/or traps were going to sprout. It was an odd first instinct, since he had often visited his father there when the man was still sane.

Satisfied that there were no obvious horrors to greet him, he fully opened the door to enter, taking in the room as he did so. It was just a bit smaller than he remembered—had he gotten that much taller?—but still intricately designed, though the clutter hid some of the details away.

He heaved a sigh and flopped at the only sofa without any sort of clutter on it, staring at the beige ceiling high above the floor.

The Great council…, he thought, a group of thirteen powerful people—businessmen and politicians—that theoretically controlled the world.

Though Neon knew that was no longer true.

For a long time now, it was the mafia who were running everything. The thirteen people seen in news and attended those pompous societal events were just figureheads to the several bosses who filled their pockets with cash.

However, this was something only the highest ranked in the family knew—a knowledge passed from leader to leader—to maintain whatever power and prestige they still had. But now that his father's becoming more and more useless, Neon now had to be a part of it before he even turned 21.

This was disconcerting. Perhaps he wouldn't be so bothered had he not joined the club in the first place.

Great, just what he needed, another set of troubles to occupy his he—

"I have always looked at you."

Crap.

CrapCrapCrapCrap

He scratched his whole head like a mad man. As if the embarrassment would flake away.

It did not.

The whole thing, however, revealed to him that he apparently had dandruff. Be it from excessive stress or a cheaper shampoo, he was not sure.

In any case, his eyes caught a rim of paper on the desk—noteworthy due to the type of paper—and decided to take a look. Any distraction was welcome at this point.

And while Neon had originally buried himself in reading to try to distract himself from the little fiasco… as he went deeper into the documents and rummaged through the increasingly disturbing contents, distraction became effortless.

He flipped page by page, and he could feel his heartbeat intensify in surprise and nervousness. He already had an idea that most of the money they had come from the underground economy... But he didn't know so much of their money came literally from other peoples' blood.

He forced himself to read every name, every order, every fund embezzled like he was forcing himself to eat when he was ready to puke. Until he couldn't. He could only stare at the paper after that, unable to get the guts to even touch them…, feeling too much as if the papers were on fire.

Maybe they were.

The number of livelihoods and lifestyles (and many many lives, by implication, he knew) taken for the world—a world lead by a set of self-serving men—to work the way it was too much more than he could count. He was ashamed to be a part of it.

And the fact that all these documents were minimally guarded in unlocked filing cabinets said a lot about the world more than about his father's apparent carelessness.

He stood up and sat at the farthest couch there was from the table—a recliner by the window—and his body dropped into it, almost swallowing him whole, and he'd let it.

He opened his heavy eyes after a number of deep, then relaxed, breaths, and his eyes ended up on another file cabinet—this one of kamagong, a dark colored wood. It was one of the most expensive types of wood nowadays, and one of his father's favorite furniture materials.

He heaved a heavy sigh, before putting strength on his legs to stand. He stood in front of the cabinet for a while, before he raised his arms to even touch the cabinet. It took even longer for his fingers to end up at the handle, and eventually he did pull.

But it was locked.

His eyebrows furrowed and, for a moment, thought. It was not hard for him to figure out the keys would be somewhere near the small fountain at the corner, but it was still unusual that it was locked in the first place.

This time, it took him even longer to just turn the key. It felt like he was about to open Pandora's box—as if the room itself was a mere starting act.

When he finally gathered the guys to turn the key and pull the cabinet out, his eyes furrowed at the interior. Inside were contracts.

And, as he rummaged through them one by one, he realized that most—if not all—included the word 'eradicate', a word that just seemed to pop out of the pages.

He read those further and realized how literal it was. Many of these people had been politicians, and he remembered many of those deaths were accidents. Now he knew they weren't.

But he was still skimming through the pages as the thoughts flooded his head, and another sentence caught his eyes: The word Ryoudan—a prestigious family.

He closed the folder by instinct, like he was afraid what else he'd find out.

Why his father would even keep all these documents so easily accessible for him was something beyond him. Was it stupidity? Carelessness?

Pride?

What? Did Light read his conquest repeatedly? To be reminded—to relive—his achievements?

Still, the cabinet was already open and he peered further inside. His hand moved on its own to take another set. The word Ryoudan was there again, but he didn't get the chance to open it when a sheet of paper slid down, almost as if it was showing itself to him.

He bent down to take it and a part of him already knew—felt —what it was.

Written on them were only scribbles—the handwriting of a child—until he recognized the form…, until he realized that it was consisting of stanzas of four lines. There were only two stanzas, but there was no mistake—it was his prophecy.

He was frozen, he couldn't even bring himself read it, as if it was survival's instinct. But then his eyes ended up to read the final line—and he suddenly felt like he was thrown into a lake of ice.

…any one of the people with eternally bleeding eyes will cause your demise.

It was his prophecy for the 'Ryoudan'. And it informed them that they'd have to assassinate a whole family to survive.

It felt like oxygen was sucked out of that room.

He barely registered that he stood up and slammed the door open, sprinting past his guards without batting an eye, and somehow reached the safety of his room to hide in like the coward that he was.

As if suddenly heading his house wasn't heavy enough, another weight—of the world, it felt—was put on his back, and his feet could no longer support his weight and he slid down to the ground, his back supported by the door lightly vibrating from Vaise's persistent knocks.

It did not take long for the incessant knocks to fade away to the back of his head, his brain still felt like it had yet to recover the oxygen that it needed to function.

That was, until he heard her voice.

"Neon?"

…

Crossing a massive stone gate in the mountain overarching the city, Nerys Bloodsworth took a deep breath. Her eyes met that of Mike's, before stepping further to walk deeper into the estate. She knew her actions were untenable—at least to this unemotional family—and she needed to be in their good side.

Also, she needed that blasted blonde to pay for the humiliation she endured.

She barely even passed the area Canary used to guard before Illumi appeared before her. She did not even beat around the bush, lust for revenge at the forefront of her head. "All three of them, living in the same room. I'll tell you where if you'd help me."

One of Illumi's eyebrows rose. "Why ever would I help you?"

"We're family." She said. "Or we will soon be."

"Family helps without remuneration."

"I don't mean it that way—"

"I suggest you watch what you say next." Illumi said sparingly. "Lest you make yourself look even more idiotic that you already have."

"I…I acted foolishly." She said. "But I swear I will be deserving of my position. Just give me a chance."

Neither said a word for a moment, but Nerys could see Illumi was considering—all three of his missing siblings in one place would be too good an opportunity to miss. Still, Nerys did not realize she was holding her breath until Illumi finally uttered a word. "Tell me everything."

…

"Neon? Are you alright?"

"I…I'd like to be left alone please." Neon finally said through the door after a long moment of silence. He was not ready to look at her in the eye. Not yet.

Maybe never.

"Neon—"

He could almost see her touching the large mahogany door, a mere few panels of wood separating her warm hands from his head. He let the thought sink in for a moment, ensuring it be kept to memory.

Still, he needed to be alone. "I'm sorry Kurapika. Thank you for your help today. I mean it."

There was no answer on the other side until he heard a sigh. "…very well."

The silence that followed was chilling, yet also relieving, and it allowed him to breathe. And… while—for the moment— it was painful, it was something he embraced.

"Thank you."

…

It must have been a few hours since he entered his room, judging by the darkening skies. He stood up and went to the window, barely even feeling the slight numbness in his legs. He massaged his temples for the nth time that day and opened the drawer under his study, placing the prophecy there.

He didn't even bother hiding it. He knew he'd tell Kurapika very soon.

The way his stomach dropped in dread reminded him of the moments he thought he—or Kurapika, for that matter—was going to die.

Perhaps he might as well: Be it from his own guilt, or by Kurapika's hand.

It was only then that his stomach grumbled. He sighed. Apparently his body still hadn't realized it didn't deserve to live. He trudged to the door and opened it, but his tracks stopped when he saw Kurapika sitting by the door, book at hand, peacefully reading at the carpeted floor.

"K-Kurapika…"

"So you've finally decided to come out." She said, and she said it with that smile that he didn't even realize his knees had buckled until he saw her face morph from of peace to one of worry, now so close to his face, her warm hands on his face, seeming to wipe something.

He realized they were tears. His tears.

"N-Neon?!" She asked, voice cracking a little and all he could think of was how could he let her voice crack and how dare he cause her to make this face. "What happened?"

He could not help it: He sobbed. "K-Kurapika…." He uttered, almost gasping for air.

So this what drowning without water felt like.

"I-I…I am so sorry…"

…

Kurapika saw red.

They were alone in the room, locked, when she let out a surge of aura Basho almost broke the door—a pale Neon stopping it by a yell.

This time, the door really did break.

Yet no one uttered a word, as if the two were in their own somber little world—a world kept together by a set of thin strings ready to break at even the bluntest of knives.

It was his bocchama who turned his head to face him, though Bansho took a moment to recognize him. He had aged a few years in the past few hours. It took him a while to gather himself enough to speak. "M-Master Neon—"

"Leave us alone."

The bearded man only took a deep breath and a second or so to assess the situation. Neon and Kurapika were sitting on opposite sides of the coffee table. "A-Ah." He breathed out as his posture slumped. His guard didn't exactly go down however, as Kurapika's eyes were bright crimson.

He wondered if he'd even get used to that.

Then Kurapika stood up abruptly and treaded to the door. It was a pace of walking that would not betray the need to get out of the room—something Kurapika was feeling. She paused her steps a meter or so behind him. "I… I need some air." She announced without looking at them. "Is the balcony okay?"

It was Neon who replied. "A-Ah."

And then she left.

…

Neon's prophecy was a catalyst for my family's deaths.

She stood still in that balcony, a balcony with an overarching view of the demanding garden below, her stomach and her head and her shoulders feeling much like lead.

Did that mean that she sacrificed her life to kill Neon?

If he was the one she had to kill to survive… then she just wasted her vows. Not because she didn't need it, but obviously because she couldn't even think of actually hurting her old friend.

"You know you can do whatever you want with me." She flinched a little at the sudden interruption and turned to look behind her.

"…Neon." Was she talking out loud? She wondered, then already rummaging her head for a reply.

But then she caught his eyes and realized that wasn't it. His eyes were pleading her to do something to him, to somewhat lift a bit of guilt inside him. She remembered how he cried his heart out, apologizing to her so many times until he ran out of tears—as if he was truly the one to blame.

It was hard, but she mustered a smile, just for him. "I'm not going to hurt you, Neon."

He only looked at her for a second, probably confused. "Yes, but—" He stopped himself, only looking at her. His eyes were practically begging her to hurt him. "I deserve your wrath."

"Perhaps." She said and met his emerald orbs with her cerulean ones (when it turned back she didn't know). "But instead…," She paused, with a smile—a much easier one this time. "Help me find out more about Ryoudan."

…

It was almost midnight when Bansho and Vaise returned with all they could, baring all their connections. Neither felt compelled to mention that they used their abilities to obtain them. Mere means to the end, or so they told each other.

Anything for their bocchama.

The data were written in paper by their sources (because they knew they couldn't remember everything—not about such an organization) so they didn't quite know what the men had written yet. All they were certain were they were the truth (or at least versions of it), since obviously none of the men wanted to either burn to death by lying, or to 'dissatisfy' the very domineering Vaise.

One by one they read the contents, each sheet floating away after being read. "Well, we know just how dangerous Ryoudan is now." Vaise mumbled to herself, putting down the sheet of paper she read. It contained a number of murder victims. A number to keep them 'silent', while a few others were of power.

"The two sheets I read pretty much says the same thing, only a bit more on underground transactions." Basho said almost nonchalantly, before his eyes brightened a little as he looked at his companions. "Did you know? They apparently took down a strong underground association with only a couple of mem—"

Then he caught Vaise's glare. "Basho."

"Sorry. My love for such things kinda—"

Vaise's glare hardened.

"…Yeah. I'll shut up now."

The other three then proceeded in reading the remaining dozen or so pages, all from different people. It was a couple of minutes later when Kurapika ended up on a sheet with good handwriting. "Who wrote this?"

Vaise mentioned a male sounding name.

"It's a nice handwriting for a male."

Basho wanted to say something snarky like 'you got issue with men having good writing? I have nice handwriting' but he kept his mouth shut. Even he knew when to stop saying jokes during inappropriate moments.

"Well, he's a smart man." Vaise almost slurred. "He's one of the head accountants for a company closely associated with the Ryoudan."

"…I see." Kurapika mumbled, with uncharacteristic half-heartedness, as she looked at a paper she was holding.

There was something about her expression that bothered Neon—which was saying something as his insides were already twisted in knots.

"Kurapika?" he asked, as carefully as he could. "What is it?"

Kurapika only stared at the carpet in front of her, eyes wide and crimson, but she didn't move—not even a millimetre and it was scary. She was just frozen there and slowly Vaise took the paper to take a look at it.

When Vaise's eyes narrowed as she read, Neon flinched. "What is it?"

"He… he was one of the few people trusted to deal with the 'adoptions'."

"…and?"

"Well one adoptions was… noteworthy, to say the least." Vaise said after reading, eyes glued on a dazed Kurapika. "He mentions that it was very rare for an adoption to be in the line for leadership—and it seems this… boy… was the leading candidate by the long shot—"

"He became the president of a prestigious school," continued Kurapika.

There was a little clump that formed in all their throats, but it was Neon who managed to breathe through—even by a little. "T-There are more than one esteemed schools—"

"There are very few 'prestigious' schools in the whole region." Kurapika replied, but even her eyes was shaking—it was almost like she was on the verge of tears. "And certainly only one to meet this man's standards."

They all knew what that meant. But still—

Was it enough to cause such reaction to the usually-stoic Kurapika?

"…Kurapika?"

"That takes a lot of guile."

"Pardon?"

Kurapika didn't seem like she heard anything and only raised her hand—stretched it until she looked like she was reaching for something a meter away from her, then she froze again. They could only watch the miniscule movements of her arm muscles, the flinching of some other part of her body, and the almost imperceptible changes in her expression.

That was, until her eyebrows furrowed completely and she retracted her arm to stare at it.

"It's gone."

"…what is?" Neon asked, Vaise and Bansho staring at them in worry. Kurapika only let out the breath she had been holding, suddenly feeling very… numb.

"My ability."

…

All these years… Kurapika thought climbing up the social ladder would restore her family's honor—and give her more power to go against this syndicate and all the bad people she so hated.

It was the power she was so willing to sacrifice her life for.

But now it's gone.

Like Neon's.

She paused at that thought, and her heart stopped along with it.

.

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Neon's abilities?

And all of a sudden the puzzles fit into place.

…

Kurapika ran all the way to her old home—not having the energy to spare a moment to tell them not to follow her—but she ran so quickly that none of them could've possibly been able to follow her. She never sprinted so quickly and so desperately her whole life, using majority of her nen to push herself to the limit, not even bothering of the inevitable amount of fatigue that would follow once the adrenaline drained.

But all that matters was that she was right: He was there. In her old home—In their old home and she thought how dare he even show his face.

Her feet carried her to the living room again, and he stood there expecting her no doubt sensing her unhidden presence a kilometre away. His face was unreadable, but his eyes never left her.

"You."

"You're not going to let me explain, will you?" It was a statement.

"How could you?!" She yelled, striding all the way to him. "Neon—you stole his abilities back then!" And then she paused, pain flashing in her eyes but the anger inside her effortlessly pushing them back. "When… when did you steal my ability?"

His lips made a thin line.

"When did you?" She went on, voice slowly rising in volume, and yet she managed to keep her pitch constant the whole time. "That time? The morning after I got drunk?" The images were clear in her head, but the goodness of those memories were slowly being contaminated with hate and disgust. "Is that what the whole show was for?"

She recalled their breakfast and how happy she actually was. To think it was all a ploy—how did she even fall for it?

He didn't deny anything.

She closed her eyes. Do not lose it Kurapika, she told herself. Losing herself at this point will make her lose so much more than she already had.

"Then tell me the conditions." She asked, voice shaking. "It is only fair."

He did not speak for a moment, eyes soft yet unfathomable. And she had to keep all her willpower to stop herself from either exploding or… breaking.

The latter felt more possible, and she would definitely never let that happen. Not because of this man. Never. Not anymore. "Tell me."

He heaved a sigh, eyes fixed on hers. "Within an hour, I must witness the ability with my own eyes." He paused, gaze never leaving her face. After a moment, he proceeded with the next condition. "Then… I must ask about the ability and must be answered by the victim."

She did not know how he did it with Neon—nor how he could not remember any of it—but how could she have fallen for those questions?

"Finally: The victim's palm must touch the book's cover."

All those times, his kindness and care—It was all for this?

"I didn't lie about one thing, at least." He said, sternly, with such honest eyes that she'd have believed him had this been a few hours earlier. "I'm doing this all for your safety."

"Enough lies." She snapped back. "You're a part of Ryoudan. No—" She almost let out a sardonic laugh. "You're the heir."

"I am—" "But, just trust me."

She almost laughed. Almost. "Do you truly believe that is possible?"

"Then stay away from this family."

"Who says I will listen to you?"

"You don't have the ability—"

"Because you took it!" Her hand ended up on his neck, pinning him on the wall. He was taller, but her presence was bigger this time, and it showed. "Give it back."

"That's not quite how it works."

"Give it back or I'll snap your neck like a twig."

"You won't do it—" He was cut off by the sudden spike of pressure on his vocal cords and for a moment it really looked like she would be doing as she threatened. Perhaps she was. So he grabbed her hand tighter—just enough to make her hold on him loosen.

Then she realized she couldn't get away from his hold and her other hand instinctively went to aid the other, only to be caught as well. "You will die if you confront this family."

She sent him her most poisonous glare. "I wouldn't have to if I had my abilities."

"You will indeed kill many many of them." He told her, so calmly that it was making her angrier. "And then you'd feel blank and empty for suddenly having so much blood in your hands." "And then you'd realize they're stronger than you think—and you will be killed."

She didn't answer. Kuroro caught on to the lack of fear.

There was something behind his eyes that snapped and the next thing she knew it was her pinned onto the wall.

"Well then, let's make this simple. And this is a threat not just to you but to them as well." He said, looking at her with the most menacing stare she had ever seen and all of a sudden images of her friends—Gon, Killua, Neon, and the others popped out her head.

"If you die—" He said, pausing, face an inch away from her own.

"They all die."

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END OF CHAPTER 23

Coming Soon:
CHAPTER 24: Choices
Kuroro never really left her side.

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