Chapter 4: Phone Call (Pt. 2)

Kurapika slipped a hand into his pocket, shoving the scum away to get to a quiet corner. "Gon?" He raised an eye brow, putting the phone to his ear.

"I'm sorry but I'm a bit busy right now."

"I'm sure you would be interested in this conversation." A smooth clear voice answered. What the hell?

"Who are you?" He growled, trying to keep his voice from shaking. "Where is Gon?"

"Your friend is safe. For now."

He almost crushed the phone. "What do you want?"

"For you to come. Alone."

Kurapika's steadied his breathing. "Time and place?"

As the Spider leader stated the location, Gon clenched his fists. He wanted to scream out Kurapika's name so bad. Tell him to not come. That they'd kill him if he would. That it would all be a trap. But a glance at Killua and the sword guy was enough to keep his mouth shut. Damn.

One more thinly veiled threat from the man and the call ended.

"He isn't going to come." Killua's confident voice came from beside him, too calm and collected. "You can kill us now and not waste your time--"

"Don't fucking tell us what to do, brat." Phinks cut him off, suffocating aura radiating off of him. "If you know any better, you two will keep your mouth shut from here on."

Killua's face remained a blank mask.

Gon opened his mouth to say something, before closing it back up with one serious look from his friend.

Spiders. Kurapika's clenched fists trembled by his sides. They were alive, after all. Of course.

"Hey, kid! You good there? Saw too much gore now, did ya?" A mafia scum guffawed. "What? Had to have a talk with your mommy or--"

Kurapika flashed him a glare, blood-red eyes glowing in the moonlight.

The man backed off, perspiration stuck to his forehead. As Kurapika made his way past him, he preferred screwing his eyes shut and staying as close to the wall as physically possible. That was one psycho kid for sure. He pitied whichever poor soul had brought that nightmsrish look to his face.

Midnight. He had been ordered to come exactly at midnight, not a moment after or before. That meant he had three hours left. Three entire hours to dwell on the various highly dangerous circumstances he could have put his friends into.

Gritting his teeth, he broke into a run. He had left them alone, unprotected. They'd be barely aware of nen this early. Yet, because of him, they were in so much more trouble than they could imagine. Perhaps they were already dead. Of course, this was all a trap anyway. Did the bastards need them alive for this? Of course not. It was not going to be something as simple as an exchange of lives. They were dead now. Or worse, being tortured as he silently kept rambling on and on to himself. It was all his fault. All his damn-

"Woah!" A voice cried out. Before he could assess the situation, he collided with someone, nearly losing his balance.

His thoughts too knotted for him to form an apology, he quickly took off into a side alley. He just wanted to run away. Maybe that would calm him down-- oh who was he kidding?! Nothing could ever calm him down now.

He had been an idiot. Again. He had really learnt nothing from his previous encounters with their crimes. How could he have been so stupid as to--

He finally stopped, in the middle of who-knows-where-- he had no energy left to care. Sinking down to his knees, he stared at the ground. For a long moment, he could not move. He simply knelt there, panting for breath he had no hopes of finding.

A water dropped darkened the concrete. Was he crying now? Something wet touched his hair, slowly sliding down to darken another spot. No. It had started to rain.

The corners of his lips turned up. How dramatic.

He sank further down, settling more comfortably. Conjuring the chains, he held them up to his eyes, nearly glaring.

He had made a vow with himself-- woth his deceased clan. He would never ever let the fire in his chest burn out, not until he had every single one of the Spiders chained to hell.

He took a deep shuddering breath. What time was it? How much did he have left now?

He checked his phone. One hour.

Steeling his resolve, he got up. No time to wallow in his misery. He had strategies to plan-- even if he may abandon them at the last moment, at least that would give him something productive to do.

[A/N: Heyy! After a hiatus longer than I had expected myself to take, I'm back! For hopefully a longer time than the last. Some more buildup because uhh r e a s o n s.

Thank you so much for your encouraging review SpringDawnLotus! I went through a few variations of his password, before settling on this one. I'm glad you enjoyed it. The evil little hamster in Chrollo's brain is definitely plotting evil not-so-little things.

Aguestreader thank you so much for leaving a comment! It really motivated me to write more! Gon definitely needs to turn his recklessness down a notch.]