"Hey, kid wanna join the spiders?" Nobu asked gon. As kyriak eyes wandered – only to narrow slightly as she spotted an umbrella set up against the rocks. She frowned staring intently at the item - could she make a weapon out of it? A concealed blade maybe? She was sure that had been done before...

Concealed blade and a projectile maybe?

Options, options. Those same slivery hues wandered off towards the red head magician. The tricker looking bored at the playing deck in his hands. She let out a small hum, thinking back towards the handmade ones... she needed to give him them.

She felt killua pull at her selves showing that they were going someone. She blinked back to reality.

"We're moving." the slivernette pointed out.

She nodded, before turning back towards her beautiful battle axe. The weapon made from jet black Nen enhanced mental. A light, white tinged with blue gem sat in the middle of the weapons eye, only of the top end of the spikey vicious looking axe to curled round the gem. Keeping, it covered and protect in a violent arch of deathly metal.

It appeared to throb with dull pale blue almost white light if you were to watch it long enough.

She needs to pick up her weapon.

Spilling her hand out of killua strong grip (which was a challenged itself) she skipped towards the battle axe – ignoring killua and gon's worried calls as Nobu ushered the pair out. The vermillion ignoring the tension of the other troupe members that watched her like hawks. Kyriak eyes her blade – taking in the details it still was in the protype stage – gripping the long handle with one arm she picked it up with ease.

The troupe watching as the smallest in the room pick a weapon twice her size with a single arm seemingly with ease. Impressed by the action, if the correct persuasion she could be a give ally to the troupe.

"Wait" Paku spoke earning the attention of those surrounding. "I want to talk to you" the women continued looking pointedly at the vermillion haired child.

Kyriak cocked her head before nodding stepping closer to the blonde spider. Fearless or stupidity knows no bounds when it comes to the weaponsmith kyriak. "About what?"

She sent a quick smile to a slightly panicking killua and gon – the pair being dragged out the room by a Nobu. The man half pushing tell them that she'd been joining them in a moment.

"I saw something... what did you think about the umbrella over they?"

"Oh, the brolly? Lots of things, I was kinda thinking about why I was there and guessed it belonged to someone. As a weapon –then though about how cool it was to have a blade build in" she didn't notice the glance Paku sent a certain small male who sent a smirk. "Then I though well if I have one hidden blade why not more? I wonder how many I could be put it"

"come" Feitan stated plainly, following his weapon upwards – showing off the signal hidden blade in the handle.

"ooh" kyriak's eyes glittered with excitement – dropping her axe on the ground she scampered over – jumping up and down as she looked over the weapon. "You look after the blade well but..." she moved her face closer – sliver hues examining the finish. "You have a weak spot here..." she pointed to the blade "You'll either need to keep it reenforce with Nen or get it fixed. Someone with a harder shield could potentially break it."

She glanced towards the short male, his black eyes staring at her intently. "Upgrades?"

"Well, there's a few things you could do" she started an innocent grin spread on her face, "you could add more of a projectile blade like a needle or something here," she pointed to the end of the brolly, "or here" she gesturing to the handle. "It will just be where to place the button; you want it easy access but also hidden"

The small male dressed in black – though small compared to adults in the small was still slightly taller than her smaller form – hummed in acknowledgment. Maybe Nobu was onto something she be useful in the troupe – if a little naïve.

In a gesture usually for those that knew him, the small dark-haired male raised a hand, patted the younger girl's head. He rustled the girl's hair like one would pat a dog's head for being a good boy.

Though he was messing with her vermillion locks, she sent him a wide grin.

"And who's this?" a cold voice echoed throughout the hall.

"boss" the blonde Sharlark grinned, waving towards the dark-haired male. Kyriak stared into seemly empty eyes of the boss of the phantom troupe, the man who caused the deaths of hundreds. Yet why did she feel like she knew the man.

But where did she know him from?

She narrowed her eyes at the taller man, her face scrunching up in though. There was vibe she got from the man. The others could see stream pouring out of her ears – watching with amusement the chaos of emotions flickering across the younger girl's face.

It clicked.

"You're from metro city"

Silence settled across the room, as the troupe watched the pair – amusement gone vanished as things became tense.

"I am" the man spoke, taking out a book from the folds of his cloak.

"You killed the mafia there" she continued speaking, memories resurfacing. Of a time – a bad place with bad people. "You killed everyone. The broken, weak willed." she stepped closer to the male, sliver hues growing wider as a smile began to spread.

She remembered the time well; she wasn't strong enough – she got caught collection supplies by the mafia. Made to fight – made to play a game of life and death. Papa nowhere in sight. Yet this angel of death slayed every Single one of them. Blood and gore on his clothes as he toyed with their lives – then with the lives of the caged.

Blank hues stared back at her, "Thorin's spawn" her grin widen, cheshire like with unbridled glee, "your fathers hard to track down"

"It stops annoying people from looking for him" she nodded, "he asked me to pass on something...eh... What was it" kyriak mumbled trying to track her brain. "Hang on" she slipped her hand into the folds of her kimono taking out a phone.

Giving it a quick ring, she kicked at the floor a hum coming out of her throat. "Hi papa!"

"kyriak! What's wrong? Why are you phoning papa" the males worried voice echoed around the tall room. "Where those boys mean to you?

"Nothing wrong! I finally tested the battle axe its really pretty! And the gem works wonders it sent lighting everywhere!" she gusted there was a cough from somewhere behind her. "Oh, right. What was I supposed to give that Lucifer guy"

"kuroro Lucifer? The head of the spider?" the man's voice became serious. She hummed in agreement. "Sweetie, you were supposed to give him my number remember?"

"Ahhh, you wanna speak to him?" she blinked, turning towards the man with the tattoo cross, "here you go Mr lucifer!"

The man blinked, taking the phone, surprised by the child lack of survival skills. "Hello again, I though you would have taught her some self-preaviouson by now"

"Not for the lack of trying. Now, why were you trying to fine me"

"I'm calling in that favour"

"What do you need?"

"My Benz knife"

"Let kyriak have a look at it"

The deadly man, did so. Carefully removing the knife and passing it towards the vermillion haired child. Kyriak glanced over it with a critically eye, sliver hues sparkling taking in the masterpiece. It was such a pretty blade!

"Give me a day!" she grinned, heading snapping towards the troupe leader, "I be back with it all fixed, new and still as deadly!"

Making sure she had all here weapons securely in her arms, she headed towards the entrance. A target in mind, one she looked forward to playing with!

"She forget her phone didn't she" Thorin voice echoed throughout the room. The device still snugly sat in kuroro lucifers hand.

To be continued...

though i have that mostly all written i shall spread them out of the next few weeks while i have time. though you can have two for now xx

happy hunting xx