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Mask Of Innocence Part 11-14 by Cherrie
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Epilogue
Part 11
Mask of Innocence Disclaimers: Hunter X Hunter and all mentioned characters are owned by the greatest mangaka of all time, Mr. Yoshihiro Togashi. Rest assured that no money is being made in writing this fanfic. Notes: Ehe...okay, I still can't decide about the Gon+Killua thing, because no matter how I try to twist my perspective, their friendship really seems platonic. Sweet, but still platonic. Y'see, there are just some kinds of friendship that are too beautiful that you just want to watch them as that, plain friendship. No strings attached. And it's amazing how they work well. But again, I'm a yaoist, I might change my mind (it's possible, my mind changes 99.9% of the time over something anyway) ^_^' Chapter 11 - Parting Roads "That's good, Master Killua. Now try attacking me on the left side." Killua nodded. Sweat due to the harsh training that late afternoon trickled down the sides of his face, but they remained ignored. The young boy could hardly care about such little things right now. All he wanted to do was to get this part of his training over with so he can spend his time on more important things. After all, being the best killer was not his top priority at the moment, and surely his family is not dumb enough not have noticed. It's been years. It's either his entire household is a bunch of irritating idiots or they know but they refused to yield to his hints. Cat-like eyes shifted from his trainer to a small cottage-like structure a few feet away from the training ground. Inside it sat a small, but very familiar figure of a young boy with dark, spiky hair, with his feet dangling from the height of the railing from which he sat. Even if he was too far to take note of it directly, he knew that those child-like eyes were a light shade of brown, and that when they looked down at him to catch his gaze, he knew those eyes smiled at him. That boy's smiles were contagious, and little did the light-haired Zoldick knew--despite his earlier thoughts--he himself was smiling back. Gon... "Master Killua." That small smile instantly died down at the sound of that voice. How long must this thing take before he can go up to where the other boy sat so that they'll be able to spend more time together? Obviously this idiot for a trainer of his didn't understand the hints he's been making for the past hours that he wasn't at all interested in anything he says. "You must remember that you must always keep your guard. Many professional assassins have made such mistakes and had cost them their lives. Now, if I was planning to attack you a moment ago, you would've developed a serious wound. And master, you know fully well that hurting you is the least of my intentions every time I try to train you." "Tell me, Ichigami," said Killua, his eyes boring through the other's own. "Just when do you intend to let me go, anyway?" One thin eyebrow rose at the young boy's question. "Let you go, master?" he asked with nothing but pure inquiry reflected in the calm, almost cold eyes. "You know I never liked training. Do you really think I'm taking in what you say?" taunted the boy even more, a small smirk in those playful lips. "Because honestly, I don't care whether or not I become a good assassin. In fact, just between you and me, I'm going to kill everybody in this household when the right time comes." Killua paused, then shifted his gaze back at the other man. "Even you." Surprisingly, the middle-aged trainer smiled. "But do you think you can do such a thing if you don't take training seriously?" he asked the younger boy. "I'm fine with anything you want to do in the future. And I'll be just as happy to be of help." "Hn," Killua looked away. He didn't even look the least bit afraid of him, and the man's confidence was starting to irritate him. He gritted his teeth, and lunged towards Ichigami. "Servants and your stupid acts of nobility." "Whatever you say, master." He then dodged Killua's kick on his left side, then coming up to catch the younger boy's fist as it intended to attack him a second time, he twisted it in a way that Killua was forced to turn around with him in an attempt to save his arm. But the trainer had anticipated this move, and with his other free hand, made contact with the other boy's right shoulder. The full impact of the blow caused Killua to be pushed back towards the ground, a cloud of smoke emanating from the path that he swiftly scratched against as he laid on his back. "Damn!" Killua clutched at his left arm as it throbbed none too nicely hanging from his shoulder. He glared at his trainer. "That's what I said about letting your guard down," he said. "Also, try not to be so confident of yourself, master, even if you know you deserve the self-praise. Others are weak, true. Others are lower than the legendary family of the Zoldick's, true..." "And all these crap about the Zoldick's egocentric views of themselves are making me barf, true," added Killua sarcastically. "...But don't let such thoughts make you stupid." Ichigami continued, undaunted by Killua's words that they almost seemed like they never was spoken at all. "Are you being paid to insult me, you wise-ass?!" snapped the young boy as he continued glaring at the older man. It was all he could do lest he jump up to attack vainly again. Considering his arm's state, he better think of a better way to hurt the man without getting himself into a barrage of "constructive criticisms" about his fighting skills just in case he misses. A displeased look crossed the man's face as he looked down at Killua. "Also, do remember that your temper must always be kept put when you're in battle, because it tends to block out rational thinking. You can't seem to perfect this despite your strength and abilities. Now, if only you'd look at Master Illumi--" "Oh! So NOW you're comparing me to him again! Illumi this, Illumi that, why can't you be as good as your goddamned brother Illumi... Why the HELL can't you all just take Illumi as your stupid heir and leave my hell for a life alone, you bunch of--" "Killua?" The young boy's body suddenly stiffened at the familiarity of that voice. Cursing himself for his own fear, angered by his lack of reason just as well, Killua looked everywhere but the owner of that voice. Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see his trainer bow down to acknowledge the presence of his other master, his low voice confirming Killua's senses. "Master Illumi, we were just talking about you," said Ichigami, the upper part of his body still bent low in a respectful bow. He didn't see it, but he knew that the other nodded. "So I heard," his brother said, in that familiarly ice cold voice of his. And though it was clear that their last argument was definitely complimenting him and his skills, the older Zoldick didn't seem to be pleased. Killua heard footsteps, and he knew they were coming towards him. He gritted his teeth, and insisted on avoiding his older brother's gaze. But deep in his mind, he could picture those blank eyes that revealed absolutely nothing, the eyes that was known to strike fear in all of Illumi's victim's as if deep in those eyes rested a spell strong enough to petrify them. Not that he could blame them. If he himself can't stand looking at those eyes, what more can a common, normal person do? Of course, there was Hisoka. But who ever said that creep was normal anyway? He was definitely everything but normal. He seems to have a certain fondness for his brother. Whatever possessed that magician to see his brother as something else instead of the usual impression others have of him was beyond him. He had known that the two have made a sort of alliance during the Hunter Exam, but he had thought that it ended there. Little did he know the huge mistake he just had thinking about it. "Killua. Are you neglecting your training again?" he heard that voice ask him. That was when he realized that the footsteps have stopped, and his back was running cold from the sudden closeness. Whatever it was that was in Illumi's presence to make him feel him so intensely bothered was unknown to him, but he had always tried to avoid it. And with thus said, Killua jumped up to put a few steps distance between him and Illumi before turning back to glare at the older Zoldick. "That's none of your business!" he yelled out, with a look of pure venom in his eyes. But Illumi didn't return the glare, unlike most people would have. He remained calm. "All right then," he said as if nothing had happened. He turned to the trainer. "Your time is almost over, so you might as well leave. My friend and I will use the training ground." He then gestured towards Hisoka with a small movement of his head, who stood a few paces beside him. Killua watched as his trainer left the training ground without as much as a look back at him. His eyes then shifted towards Illumi, who had his back to him. He was wearing a black, long-sleeved outfit and loose enough pants that he had seen often enough to notice that it was two items of the clothes his brother uses when he practiced. Pale, almost dead white hands that held a simple band of black ribbon came up to tie back Illumi's hair into a loose hold. Seeing his deathly white brother all in black was enough to make Killua think of death himself, minus the scythe. He cringed at the thought. Illumi made his way past Hisoka, who Killua could see was looking at him. When their eyes met, the magician smirked. "If I'm not mistaken, your friend's right there in one of the cottages," he said, pointing a slender, long-nailed finger towards the path up the hill beside the training ground. "I think the little boy there's waiting for you." And then, he laughed. Killua couldn't see what was so funny, but then again, he couldn't care less enough to find out. He ignored the magician completely and made his way up the hill and towards the cottage that contained the familiar face of Gon. He prayed that for once, let heaven take pity on him enough to give him somebody that can at least make him feel anything but anger and loneliness. * * * * * Dark brown eyes peered through thinly rimmed sunglasses across the table. Not that there was anything active to watch. The beautiful boy he had been watching was doing nothing but stare at the distance, as if he was far too oblivious about anything else around him. He felt like he was watching a movie that had gone on some sort of pause, and much as the actor possessed beauty unsurpassed by any living soul he knew, he felt as if he could have something more. Maybe a small conversation was needed. After all, half an hour of utter silence can either put a man at peace or drive him insane. In his case, he knew he'll get the latter if he went on just watching. If something was bothering his companion, he was in no way in hell allowing him to take it up by himself. Never again. "You all right, Kurapika?" he asked finally, leaning over the table to look more closely. He hoped that maybe a slight shift of movement would be enough to catch the other boy's attention. But Kurapika remained silent and unmoved, that the doctor almost felt afraid that he wasn't heard at all. But a few moments of patience somehow paid off and Kurapika finally looked down, the first movement he's done since they got there. "Where will you go after this, Leorio?" he asked, his voice so low that it was barely audible against the gentle breeze that passed through them. "What do you mean?" Leorio asked. He had a slight idea what the younger boy was talking about, but perhaps he was just trying to stall the time. He didn't have an answer. Well, he did, but he wasn't entirely sure if it was the right thing to say. "One more week is all that is given to us." Kurapika sighed. "We both have dreams that are left hanging. Being a Hunter is but a step towards our goal." He stopped, and momentarily, he looked up towards the other. Blue met warm brown, enough that a small hint of a frown crossed the Kuruta's face. "Leorio...I can't go on unless I quench the anger I've built up for so long." For a moment, Leorio remained silent. He seemed contemplative, and his gaze drifted down to his joint fingers that rested on his lap. He sat cross-legged, and he was thankful, for it forbade him to slouch despite his current state, and somehow left a kind of dignity despite his dying enthusiasm. Thankfully, Kurapika saved him the trouble of speaking. "Now that I think about it, we're kind of similar. We both lost something dear to us, and we both went through a lot of misery because of the loss. But what separates us both is our strength to face such emotions. Your purpose to live had been the most noble thing I've ever known--" he stopped to raise a hand, for Leorio had immediately looked up, obviously to protest. This worked somehow, for the doctor leaned back again on his seat and kept his mouth closed. Kurapika continued. "And as I was saying, compared to yours, my life now seemed to have been run selfishly." "Don't talk as if you're comparing a leech to an angel, Kurapika. You know perfectly well that there are other aspects wherein you can compare us both without making yourself sound so low--" "Like what?" Kurapika asked, abruptly cutting Leorio off. "You're better with people, your social skills can be graded 101 in a rate of 1 to 100 while mine is worse than a 1. And you've always been so patient, and your humility surpasses even a saint, that despite how people see you, it never bothered you because you know who you really are." "Now I know something is wrong. For the record, you're strong, you're determined as nobody else can ever be, you're intelligent as you are clever, you remain fearless no matter what the situation, you're dignified and treated with respect. I don't even have to add beautiful, but I'll list that down just as well," Leorio said, glowering at Kurapika though both of them knew his anger was never really meant. In fact, it almost made Kurapika smile, for the younger boy's lips tugged from one side despite the bitterness he seemed to have felt after he heard those words. Leorio watched all this with a confused fascination, and all he could do was go back to lean on his chair again. "Tell me what's wrong." It wasn't even a request. It was an order. Kurapika looked down, and for a moment, Leorio thought he wasn't going to tell him what was bothering him again. He was almost insulted, but Kurapika somehow decided to redeem himself and sighed, indicating he had something to say. "Ever since that night..." he paused. Unable to say what he had intended to, he all but blushed at the memory. So instead, he looked up with weary eyes across him to catch the other man's gaze. He felt relieved when he saw him nod, indicating that he somehow understood. "Ever since then, I've been more at ease with myself because I knew I finally found someone whom I need not hide myself from." His frown deepened. "But then I began to think. Will this last? Living isn't all about happiness and peace, there were also things like dreams and hardships one needs to go through to finally be complete." "What are you getting at, Kurapika?" Leorio interrupted, obviously not liking the turn their supposedly "small conversation" had gone into. "What I'm trying to say is that, in a matter of days we'll all be leaving and go on our separate ways," he said. "And all these paths lead to what we all have been living for as Hunters. But all of these paths and dreams are so far apart. If one of us goes with another, one dream will again be left hanging, and probably would be left hanging just like that." "Look, if you're trying to tell me that you're unable to let go of this goal of yours, then fine, I'll go with you." "You don't understand. That's exactly what I expected you to say," Kurapika said, giving Leorio a bitter gaze. "But don't be stupid. Like me, you know where you're supposed to be. You've promised yourself that you'll live a life in the memory of your best friend, and I wouldn't dare go between you and that promise." "But I also promised to always be there for you. Wouldn't I be breaking that if I say goodbye?" Kurapika shrugged. "I'd much rather you pay more respect to the dead than me." "First you're comparing yourself to someone like me and now you're comparing yourself to the dead? Not that I'm insulting Pietro, bless his precious soul, but honestly..." At this, the young Kuruta laughed, though it still came out bitter whichever way one would try to listen to it. "Of course, you're not going to give up Pietro just because of my selfish act of vengeance now, would you? Surely it's better to save people than kill them alongside a red-eyed lunatic." "I told you to stop it already." Leorio held a scowl on his face. "I noticed that every time we get on something I actually see as nice, you'd somehow be able to twist it in a way that, no matter how happy we are, you'll find some sort of pessimistic thought about it," he said, glaring at the younger boy who only bowed his head in what seemed like a silent acceptance and apology. Leorio let out a sigh, unable to keep himself angry for long. So instead, he gave a small smile and tilted his head to one side in a thoughtful manner. "The roads in life, no matter how many, are not straight lines. One way or another, they'll turn around and meet up with another path. I always hope that whichever path I take, I'll meet up with you on my way." He stopped. He shook his head. "Let's change the subject, all right? We'll both think about this, and we'll just settle it by the time we're about to leave." Kurapika just nodded. A few minutes passed them both before they spoke another word. A slight change of wind made the Kuruta look up to one of the cottages right across from theirs, probably a good hundred meters away. He couldn't quite decipher what the occupants were talking about, but that wasn't what entirely caught Kurapika's attention. "I'm worried about Gon," he said, his eyes fixed on one of the two boys in that cottage. Leorio blinked and turned back to look at where the other was looking as well. "Sillva-san said that we shouldn't worry about Killua because he already knows. But he didn't exactly tell us anything about Gon," he said. "I wonder if Killua told him yet." Kurapika sighed. "I don't know, but I think it would be for the best if we leave Killua with what he wants to do about it," he said. "Knowing Gon, he'll be terribly upset." At this, Leorio rose from his seat, indicating that it's time for them to leave. Kurapika did the same thing. It was inevitable for them to look at the very cottage that contained their two other friends. "Leorio?" The doctor allowed his eyes to remain on the two kids, now laughing over something Killua had said. "Yeah?" he asked, willing Kurapika to go on. A few minutes passed without an answer, but eventually, he felt something warm slither its way around his fingers, holding him in a loose, yet secure hold. "Roads do twist and turn," Kurapika's voice said. "I also wish to see you again along my way," he continued. He looked up at the doctor and gave him a small smile. Leorio smiled back. He nodded. "And who knows. Maybe there will come a time that we will be taking the same path. Even the same ending if we get lucky." With this, the slightly larger hand that held the young Kuruta's own tightened, pulling the young man close. A gentle kiss was shared, binding the unspoken promise. End of chapter 11 A/N: That last part with Leo-sama and Kpika-sama was rather TOO mushy for my own tastes, but maybe some people might appreciate more than I did *sheepish grin and bows down apologetically*. I forced the last part out, I'm very sorry. I just felt that I need to finish this chapter lest I get victimized by the dreaded writer's block again ^^; Thanks for reading and your patience, minna! And thanks for everyone's support! ^0^
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Part 12
Mask of Innocence Disclaimers: Hunter X Hunter and all mentioned characters are owned by the greatest mangaka of all time, Mr. Yoshihiro Togashi. Rest assured that no money is being made in writing this fanfic. Notes: A few more chapters more, and I'm happy to say that this fanfic is nearing its end ^_^ I'm quite happy, because I've never finished a chaptered fic before *sheepish laugh*. But I won't make it too quick that it would be left hanging. Wish me luck, minna! =P Chapter 12 - Face to Face Hisoka's dark eyes swept through his soiled fingers before he mindlessly dismissed them in but a series of mechanical claps. His steps sounded through the hard stone floors of the front rooms of the mansion, a part that was a grave opposite of the rooms at the back. He figured that the reason why the front's style was a bit too morbid for a normal person was because the family might've liked to be seen as who they're known to be. Perhaps they're just trying to live up to their name. Might as well strike fear into the little people's minds with the look of their residence, right? Actually, he found it weird. But what the hell, it's not like he hasn't seen them as weird from the very start anyway. The flames from the torches were the only source of light that aided him as he walked down the wide hall. He kept his eyes ahead, his lips still posed in that almost permanent smirk as his arms rested unmoving inside the pocket of his black pants. Well, actually, the pants, along with most of the clothes he wore at the moment, weren't exactly his. He had borrowed them from Illumi especially for the proposed battle the eldest Zoldick child had offered. Both he and Illumi had seemed to agree that in fairness, they should wear similar, if not all in all the same, clothes so that they wouldn't be burdened as much with any discomfort. Of course, being the arrogant man who cared about how he looks, he wasn't going to let his style get away. While Illumi wore the simple color of black from head to toe (a color Hisoka thought was way over used by the boy despite the fact that it suits him anyway), he made sure that he wasn't wearing only one color. So he used a blood red sleeveless shirt for his top. Lastly, his sharp crimson hair was fixed in a low ponytail behind his back. He forgot the reason why he dressed less daringly the past few days, still void of the facial make-up and all. He didn't bother trying to remember. Illumi seemed to prefer him as simple as possible anyway, so he supposed that it wasn't so bad despite his being unused to it sometimes. Finally reaching his destination, his steps faltered to a stop as he looked up at the majestic doors of what was supposed to be one of Sillva's rooms. He had asked fairly well from every servant he passed by to find out just where the older man was. He had stayed long enough to know that the members of the family had more than one room. One for dressing up, one for working, one for studying, one for sleeping of course, those kinds of things and the like. Another one of the family's absurdities no doubt. A series of knocks came quite soon. He didn't bother waiting for an answer. He pushed one door open and stepped inside. "Who's there?" came a heavy voice from one corners of the room. Sillva's voice, if Hisoka remembered it properly. The magician's smirk gained a bit more confidence. He wasn't really afraid of him, unlike most people. Why would he? He was never given enough reason to fear anything or anybody before, so why start now? All right, so there was something he was a tad bit afraid of, but that was why he was there in the first place. Taking a deep breath, the magician took another step, ignoring the momentary sounds of the door as it closed behind him. By the time he was a few more steps inside, he finally turned to the farthest corner of the room. All he saw was but a shadow, but it was enough for him to know who to speak with. "Sillva-san, may I have a word with you?" * * * * * "Why?" He couldn't look at him. By the time he heard the young boy's usually lively voice drop down a few octaves lower to what sounds to him like it was mixed with fear and disbelief, he knew he wouldn't be able to look into his eyes anymore. Those eyes revealed far too much, and he need not look up to see that they're now filled with more emotions than he can ever count. They will hurt too much, so cowardly as it may seem to be, he refrained from looking. But it was inevitable for him to look up when he felt warm yet shaking hands grab hold of his shoulders, forcing him to turn and face the other. He tried shutting his eyes, but he couldn't shut his ears to the desperate words that came from the very voice that he knew he'll never forget. "Why, Killua? Are you telling me that I won't be seeing you anymore?" He couldn't remember the exact moment their laughter turned into this. Just a while ago, he found himself smiling again after the harsh day he have had so far. After his training session, and after that horrid moment he saw himself look into his older brother's dark eyes, the only time he remembered himself realizing that he was capable of being happy was when he went up to his best friend and told him they can now play together again. But deep into their light-hearted conversation, the picture of his father came to mind. He knew he had to tell Gon sooner or later. He told himself that it might as well be done sooner lest he fully loses it and decide to just run away again. And yet, he didn't know what made him change his mind about freedom against responsibilities. He couldn't even remember a single word his father said now that he thought about it, but still, he was here, telling his best friend about what he knew would happen, and what must be done. That is, that was what he had planned. But now that he saw the look of sadness and confusion cross Gon's youthfully innocent face, he knew he's losing. He couldn't do it. He couldn't stand it. He'll take anything but this. If only there was something he could do to make him smile again. And soon after he thought of that did he shift his eyes to a much more pleasant scene. Two familiar faces were looking at him from one of the other cottages that stood about that hill. Leorio and Kurapika, with their eyes ever so warm and welcoming. Their gazes seem to be the only consolation heaven sent down for him after all that he had gone through. Forcing a smile, Killua turned away from the two to face Gon. He held up his hands to take Gon's own away from his shoulders. If only he would've allowed it, he would've winced at the weakness he found in those supposedly strong hands. Had Gon been that bothered by what he had just said? In an attempt to comfort him, he spoke. "Ne Gon, forget it, okay? I should've thought that this wasn't the right time for me to say this to you, I'm sorry. I'll try to sort out my mind, then we'll talk again, okay?" he offered, his smile still intact. Smile for me Gon. I can't smile for too long unless you coax me into doing it. That's what you do, remember? But Gon's lips were still a firm line that trembled nervously at random. "Killua...will everything be all right?" he asked, his voice still void of its usual liveliness. I can only wish...but I will try. If that's what it would take for me to stay with you longer, I'll do anything. But instead of saying his thoughts out loud, the young Zoldick just remained smiling. He squeezed Gon's hands before letting go, wishing that it would be enough to comfort the young boy. "Leorio and Kurapika are over there," he said, pointing at the cottage from where their two other friends stayed. "Let's go to them, ne?" He didn't bother checking whether or not Gon nodded. He took the boy's wrist and started pulling him out of the seats they stayed in. He practically ran through the grassed hill towards the other two, with Gon trailing limply behind him. If only they were like how they were used to, he would've hit the boy upside the head to knock him out of whatever it was that bothered him. But for some strange reason, he didn't feel like it was the right thing to do. If only he could make him forget about what he had just said, maybe things would still be the same. Who was he to think that he could bring the news out to him without causing pain? If only he could take it all back, maybe then he wouldn't be bothered by Gon's eyes so much. Maybe, even up to now, Gon would still be smiling. * * * * * "Where have you been?" asked a very irritated voice by the time he had stepped inside the room. Hisoka merely grinned back at the obviously impatient face that his lover presented to him. Really, the younger man was entirely too cute looking pissed. Feigning innocence, he answered. "Uhm, the bathroom?" he said, pointing at the bath robe he wrapped around himself while holding up the towel he was using to dry his hair. He loved the way those black eyes rolled in an irate way before the ebony-haired beauty himself stepped up to eye him warily. Or glare, whatever one would call it. "You disappeared right after I asked you to stay put. What the hell do you think you were doing running off like that?" "Why? Were you worried?" the magician asked playfully. "Actually, yes. I was worried that I might soon hear of our precious house getting burned to the ground by some homicidal lunatic that somehow went on the lose," Illumi retorted sarcastically. Putting out a mock pout, Hisoka reached out to rest an arm around the slightly smaller man's shoulder. "Aaw, I can't believe you'd say something like that. I'm hurt! And the thought of your house being precious to you never crossed me..." Wincing somewhat, the pale-skinned Zoldick rolled his eyes yet again. "Quit joking around, Hisoka. Where have you been?" he asked, as impatient as he was before. Still undefeated by Illumi's constant short-temperedness, Hisoka just shrugged. "Oh, just somewhere," he answered, dully rubbing the towel on his hair again. "Answer me properly, please," came Illumi's authoritative voice. "This coming from somebody whom I just asked a question from and answered me sarcastically?" "Hisoka." "No really!" Hisoka held up his hands in a sign of defeat. "I just went around by myself so I could think, that's all." He was lying, but he found no use for telling Illumi the truth anyway. Not that his real intention was to keep things from the other, but what the hell, lying was a habit to him. Even if it was not, he would still find the right time to tell Illumi of what it was that he had done. Unfortunately for him, Illumi didn't seem satisfied. "You're lying," he stated firmly, despite the fact that Hisoka could've sworn that he had said his earlier statement with a face as straight as all the others. But Illumi seemed to be sure of his instinct that the other was lying. He turned his back and reached for the knob on the door. "Fine, if you prefer to be like that, so be it." And with that, he was opening the door, about to leave. Or so he had intended, until Hisoka stopped him. "That's it? You just came here to ask that stupid question, and then you're leaving? You're not going to talk to me, ask me other things, tell me what happened while you were just as well away a while ago?" he stopped momentarily to leer down at the young Zoldick. "No goodnight kiss even?" One slender brow rose from their well-rested state above wide, cat-like eyes. "Since when have I visited your room to give you a dumb kiss anyway?" "The question is, Since when have you visited my room at all?" retorted Hisoka, who held a slightly annoyed look on him. "Come to think of it, it's always me who comes to you, isn't it?" Illumi glared at him, still trying to pull away. "Apparently, I somehow have the sanity enough to control my hormones." Hisoka laughed. "Of course, the ever so insensitive one. Ironic how it is that you're the more passionate one in bed, don't you think?" "Shut up," was all Illumi said before he tried pulling on the door again. Hisoka still held it still, and they had to put up with a staring game. Well, Hisoka's staring, Illumi was obviously glaring. "Stop grinning at me and let me go," ordered the young Zoldick again. And again, his orders were left ignored. "No." And with that said, Hisoka pushed the lock on the door and placed all the latches in place. The bedroom doors in the mansion had three sets of locks. For whatever reason, he had no idea. But this time, it would keep Illumi in longer, just in case the other one tried to escape. He does so quite a few times, unfortunately. "Just in case you don't know, my sister found out about us, thanks to you. Now if you don't mind..." "No use hiding now that she knows, right?" "The point is that if she found out, it's possible that more people might find out the same way. And if you please think about it, your room being locked and mine being empty at this hour of the night isn't as natural as you may think." "You're being too paranoid." "And you're taking too many chances." Hisoka sighed. From personal experience, he knew that it's difficult to argue with Illumi if the younger man had set his mind to something. Well, that was unless one would be more persistent and hard-headed. But that would make Illumi lose his patience in return. So obviously, he had choices when he was with him, but it was hard to choose any of them, considering the consequences. With Hisoka deep in thought, he didn't notice that Illumi had made his way towards the door and proceeded to unlocking the latches and chains that made up the extra locks. By the time Hisoka realized just what the other was doing, the door was opened. Despite everything that had happened, there were still times when he thought that Illumi was still as cold as he had been before. And these kinds of situation were not helping. And to think he'd do just about the extremes just to stay with him. Even until now, he still couldn't believe it. But just when he thought he had left, Illumi's steps seem to get louder again, as if he was walking towards the room from whence he had just left. A few seconds later, his head popped in from the slight creak on the door with an annoyed look. Whether he was annoyed at Hisoka or something else, it was hard to tell. With a defeated sigh, he closed his eyes and spoke. "Wait for me here, I'll just lock my room's door." He stopped. "That is if you changed your mind and decided I need sleep." Somehow relieved, Hisoka gained back his grin, understanding the real message to that statement. "Of course not. You get too much sleep already, Illumi-kun," he said, a tad bit too enthusiastically. Illumi has his own language, but it doesn't take a genius to see what he really meant. Okay, so sometimes he can be a bit difficult to understand, but the effort is all worth it in the end anyway. Goodness, I'm really getting soft. I wonder if it had developed into a habit... The magician could only shake his head at himself. He listened as Illumi's footsteps died down on the halls. Has it been so long since he remembered himself as someone whose life is all about fighting and killing and stealing and the like? He hasn't killed the usual amount of people lately after all, all he's had so far is the bunch of pitiful idiots who somehow pass through the gigantic doors towards the Zoldick territory while he takes his little strolls. He sighed, shaking his head again. Instead of giving himself any further headaches, he just decided to lie down on his bed to rest while waiting. He stayed in his robe, since he decided that he shouldn't bother putting on any clothes. He wouldn't be using them anyway. Illumi would see to that. End of chapter 12 A/N: This was shorter than the last chapter, sorry ^^; This is a rewriting of the 12th chapter, that's why it took so long to come out ^^; Not that this one is any good either, but it's better than the last draft. I told you all that chatroom thing I'm doing right now is getting to me. That *points at Hisoka/Illumi part* is what I get for making Hisoka far too playful while listening to the HxH Character Vocal Song cd over and over. Ack, Gon-kun's voice is far too high-pitched and perky for this supposedly morbid fanfic! >.< I'm telling you, only Kurapika-sama and Leorio-sama have decent voices here. Gon's is far too cute for my own good, and Killua's is far too much like Gon's that I can't distinguish them from the other anymore *sticks tongue out*. And Hisoka's...er, nevermind. For those who have heard it, you know what I mean ^_~ I wanna hear Illumi sing though. Hey, if they made Sensui and Itsuki sing for YYH, why not Hisoka and Illumi? *ehehe!* Also, I just watched the first parts of Hunter X Hunter (a part I unfortunately missed the first time around thanks to another's stations choice of anime that I foolishly thought I preferred more than HxH *I'm an idiot, I know*), and I found out that, heaven forgive me, I've made a LOT of mistakes. Especially on the part of the Zoldicks, but hey, they're a rich family, their mansion isn't as simple as a castle that looks like a dungeon (even if it is, HEY, this is a fanfic ^.^) I'm trying to edit the whole fanfic right now (along with the typos and grammatical errors, I found out how much they were when I reread this stupid fic *scowls at herself*). I might update this a few days from now. Er...that's it, thanks for reading! =^0^=
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Part 13
Mask of Innocence Disclaimers: Hunter X Hunter and all mentioned characters are owned by the greatest mangaka of all time, Mr. Yoshihiro Togashi. Rest assured that no money is being made in writing this fanfic. Notes: *hides behind her chair* Yikes...someone caught my booboo ^^; Er, hai, Sarj-san (*blinku* I'm older than you? So that makes you 14? ^0^ Would you mind it if I still call you 'Sarj-san'? Ehe, out of habit *sweatdrops* I'm used to being one of the young ones since I did start writing pathetically at the age of 12, so I practically refer to everybody as '-san', ehehehe...), that chapter was useless. Supposedly, this chapter and the last should be just one, but I figured that it would then be too long. Kind of like those other chapters I have that pretty much only contains one relevant scene and the others are just fillers. *scratches head* I don't know if anybody got what I'm yapping about. Ahahaha! Don't worry, confusing people and myself is a habit I can't seem to get rid of, hahahaha--*gets hurled with a flying dictionary* Chapter 13 - Uplift He felt heavy. The day was fair enough. The winds were neither warm nor cold, and the sky was lined with beautiful clouds with various shapes. He noted that if he were in a better mood, he would lie down on the soft grass and stare at them for hours, naming them one by one depending on what they would remind him of. He would've smiled at the thought. In fact, he was just about to smile, but a certain thought instinctively crossed him that kept his lips in a thin line of disappointment; the expression that he had been wearing ever since he stopped to stare off at a distance that early morning. If this was just an ordinary day, I would've asked Killua to come and watch the clouds with me, he thought sadly, remembering the time when he had brought Killua to his home back in Whale Island. He had been so happy that time, finally being able to spend time with his best friend and still remain with his beloved aunt and grandmother. He missed them. But then again, it had been his choice to leave anyway. How long has it been? How many months have passed without him going back home? He sighed, his young boy's face looking more and more morose as seconds continued to pass him by. It hasn't even reached half a year yet and he's already homesick enough to leap for the next ship that would sail for his home if he was given the chance. But ironically, he was just as afraid to go home as he was ecstatic about it. That's because going home also means that he'll be leaving something else that was equally important to him now aside from the family that he had left behind. In just a few days, I'll be leaving Killua, he told himself. 'Leaving', not only referring to leaving momentarily. To him, by the way Killua had said it to him, 'leave' means goodbye. A final farewell. He can't understand why he has to, even up until now. After Killua had left them because of another family affair, he wasn't able to suppress his feelings any longer and ran to Kurapika, begging him to explain the situation as simply and as gently as he could. But despite how Kurapika had taken great care not to make it too painful, it still was. His two older friends must've realized this, for they stopped telling him the things that he had wanted to know and just started to give him words of comfort that barely did the job. He decided that he shouldn't bother Leorio and Kurapika anymore with his problems. After all, he had caused them far too many troubles already than he could count. He didn't want to bother people anymore, and he must learn how to stand on his own. But it was hard. It was hard to stand on your own when all you ever wanted to do was to run into the arms of somebody who can comfort you. He shook his head vigorously to clear up his mind. No, he mustn't think of such things. The fact that he had thought of Killua on that previous thought did not help him in any way. If possible, it only made this unwanted feeling worse. For the first time in his life, he pushed away the invitations of optimism, and just dwelled on his present grief and confusion in hopes that it may help him get rid of this ache. * * * * * Raven orbs of midnight black looked around the area. He didn't know why he went there, or how long he intended to walk around in circles with no place to go. Perhaps long enough to clear his mind. But then again, with the rate that he had gone through, which was about three hours walking while muttering curses after curses, he didn't think his plan was working very well. Irritated with himself and of his own surroundings, he swept back a few locks of dark hair away from his eyes, only to be more annoyed when the damned things just went back to where they originally were. Deciding that walking won't do him any good, he let out a sigh and just looked for a place to rest. He walked a few steps ahead, only to catch a familiar presence around him. He looked around, leveling down his aura so he wouldn't be felt in return. After a few more strides, he finally found who it was that he had sensed, his brows furrowing in a guarded expression. "Gon." * * * * * His head quickly swept back in alarm when he heard his name called. And sure enough, right after that bone-chilling voice said his name out loud, his fear did not lessen at all. If possible, the sight of the pale figure of Killua's brother only heightened his uneasiness. But as not to be rude, he nodded his head in acknowledgement. His instincts argued that he might be in danger though. After all, the last time they were alone, this man had attempted to kill him. "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you," said the older man, his voice still in that same low, ghostly tone that he was familiar with. And slowly, as if he was performing a graceful dance step, he stepped forward and extended his arm, his finger spread in delicate positions in his hand. It was like last time, when he had looked at him and did what seemed to be a gesture to reach out and touch him. But unlike last time, there was no hint of malice in the other's actions, and all of a sudden, he didn't fear him anymore. He did not back away. He felt the heaviness of the other's hand on his head moments later. It stayed there for a few more seconds, and the two of them faced each other straight in the eye. Sensing that the young boy's nerves were now at ease, Illumi backed away and retrieved his hand back to its place on his side. "This is quite far from the mansion," he remarked, still looking at the boy. "What are you doing here?" "Uh..." Gon looked down, thinking of a good reason. I wanted some air? I want to see the forests around these mountains? I got lost? Deciding that there was no sense in all of the things that he had thought of, he opted to just say the truth. After all, he didn't think that Illumi was the type who'd fall for petty excuses anyway. "I came here to think," he said, his eyes going back to the other's. He felt the pressure of Illumi's gaze on him, but he didn't allow it to bother him. Or at least, he tried not to be bothered. Illumi nodded. He seemed to have accepted his answer, Gon thought. And as if that wasn't surprise enough, the eldest Zoldick spoke again. "Same here." Gon blinked. Where was this conversation going to anyway? "Oh, okay. Well, I better leave you now, Illumi-san." With that, he took a step back, intending to leave. Being alone with Illumi isn't exactly his favorite pastime. But just when he was a few steps away, he heard the other speak again. "You don't intend to take Killua away again, do you?" It didn't even come out as a question. Illumi's voice had such conviction that he could've sworn that he need not answer him. But he did. He turned his back to face him again. "No," he said. For a few moments, Gon thought that Illumi won't be saying anything else, for he only stood there, staring at him again. "I know you don't," he said, again stating it as if it was a known fact. But before Gon could leave again, he continued with what he was saying. "But what made us worried last time was that even if you don't want to take him away, we were sure that he will leave us," he looked at Gon with more intensity now. "Perhaps he was only looking for a reason to satisfy our questions why." "Killua wants to stay," he said. He paused for a while before adding, "I don't like you people." He said this with full, unblemished honesty. "I don't think your lives are led well. But even if it's like that, I still see something good in all of you somehow. Maybe that's why I still have respect in you. And now that I found out just how much Killua is willing to give up just to uphold the name of this family, maybe I don't really have much choice but to accept things as that." "Hn," Illumi seemed to be turning his back. "You've always been the martyr." "If that what it takes to make him happy," he retorted. If he didn't know any better, he would've thought Illumi was glaring at him. "You really are just a child," Illumi said finally. He didn't wait for Gon to say anything else as he started walking away. Soon, he also heard the set of steps that indicated that the young boy has run away as well. After all these years of watching Killua grow up, this is the first time I ever saw him so full of life. And even now as you walk away, the will and determination to concur life that you left in him allows him to smile even now that he's back to the same life that he had hated. He stopped and turned his back, watching as Gon's figure disappeared into the thickness of the vegetation. He knew that the boy never liked him. He didn't mind. But still, under his breath, his voice intended to be hidden..."I thank you." * * * * * Killua watched idly as the sun began to set in an array of colors across the afternoon sky. He sat sprawled forward against the back of a chair, his cheek resting tiredly on his folded arms. The constant shifting of clothes and shoes against the carpeted floors distracted him to no end, yet he couldn't just go up, stand and leave. He wanted this. He wanted to watch them in his misery as they come back and forth across the room as if they wanted to shove it in his face that they were leaving by the next day. He listened to Leorio ask Kurapika where he keeps his writing materials and the other pieces of documents the Kuruta brought with him. He shifted his head from the window to the other occupants of the room while listening to what Kurapika said afterwards. Not knowing what else to do, he sat up. "Where's Gon?" came the much expected question. It was Leorio who answered. "He went out. He said he wanted to go around and walk or something," he said. All of them knew the reason behind the boy's disappearance. But it was Killua who showed the most signs of disturbance. "You know, it's not the end of the world. You two are going to see each other again," came Leorio's attempt to reassure the younger boy. Killua sighed. "You're only saying that because you don't know the complications involved in my stupid family's traditions," answered the young assassin, proceeding to going back to his earlier position as he stared at the now dark horizons. He heard Leorio snort. "Ever heard of the 'break away from tradition' phrase?" Killua shrugged, still staring off at the window. "Yeah? I'll keep that in mind. I'll do that after I massacre my whole family," came Killua indifferent answer. The other two can only shake their heads at that emotionlessly bored reply. They know Killua well enough to be used to those kinds of lines. But even until now, they still weren't sure if the boy really did mean what he says he will do. They were all far too good--and awful--to be true, but then again, this was Killua they're talking to. "Are you bothered?" Killua turned his head to the owner of that much more gentle voice. Kurapika looked back at him with a serious expression, with a certainty that only the young, yet mature boy can ever have. He found out that he couldn't lie to him. "Yes," he said finally, admitting his own part of the sadness as he leaned more and more to hide himself in the confines of his own arms. "You will see him again," Kurapika said, mimicking what the older doctor beside him just said. "So why don't you just stop moping around and help us in here?" Killua laughed. He would've teased Kurapika for his temper and his arrogance to trust his own words, but the door opened noisily enough to disrupt him. "Hi." The three of them stared up at the small figure standing by the door, a small yet bright smile painted on his face again. And before he knew it, Killua found himself jumping out from the chair from which he sat on and started running towards the smaller boy. "Gon!" he greeted upon reaching him. Gon grinned up at him, sending a stroke of relief to flow through Killua. Gon was all right. "Killua!" he greeted back, his smile going even more wider. He didn't know whether he should be happy that Gon's smiling again. Does it mean that he doesn't mind them saying goodbye? He retained his smile though. "Where have you been?" he asked him. "Out," replied Gon simply. "I was thinking about what you said. I don't know if I decided on anything or if I settled anything at all, but I am sure of one thing: This will not be the last time that I'm going to see Killua." He said it with an air of sincerity and determination, that Killua could've sworn that he felt the strength of those words just by listening to them. His smile widened at that. "Oh really?" he teased, throwing his arm around Gon's shoulder to rub him on the head. "That's what Kurapika said, you know!" Gon twisted around to get away from Killua's hold, and was successful after a few attempts. "Really?" he asked, his eye brightening even more. "Then it must be true!" he declared happily. From behind the two, Kurapika blinked. "What?" came his useful response. Leorio laughed beside him. "Of course! If the great Kurapika says it so, and Gon-sensor-extraordinaire says it so, then it must be true, right Killua?" "Hehe, hey, it wouldn't hurt to believe, would it?" "The great Kurapika now, is it? I'm sorry but I sensed a bit of sarcasm there, Leorio," Kurapika said, pointing an accusing finger at the doctor. "Me? I've never been more truthful in my entire life!" "Leorio..." Killua watched as the two bickered some more, with Gon eventually joining in. He shook his head at the sight, mentally taking note that despite the constant weirdness of these people, they were still the same people he had grown to call his friends. No matter how many times his family denies it, he knew that it was the truth. * * * * * "Okay...now let me get this straight. I missed killing that delicious specimen for a challenger outside the gates just because of your sudden fixation with hallmark moments?" Illumi heaved a rough grunt. "I didn't ask you to come with me," he said. Hisoka laughed and jumped down from the higher tree branch that he stood upon to sit beside Illumi, who sat at a branch as well on a level from which he could watch the scene behind one of the mansion's windows. "Yeah, well, you don't expect me to neglect you now, do you?" he grinned playfully. "Who said anything about neglect? I was actually wishing you'd leave me alone so I can watch my brother in peace." Hisoka snorted. "Watch my brother in peace my foot. I'm not falling for that. Say...why don't we start bonding as well?" "I hope you're not talking about anything physical, Hisoka. I'm busy." Another laugh. "You've read my thoughts! I'm touched, you know me so well, Illumi-kun!" Another grunt. "Shut up." Hisoka quieted down for a few moments, following Illumi's gaze as he looked down at the glass window again. "But I'm serious," he said. After a few moments of watching the four, his eyes turned back to Illumi. "Leave that annoying brother of yours alone and we'll just make most of the time we have, ne?" Illumi was quiet for a while. "You mean the time we have left before you leave, is that what you mean?" Hisoka smirked. My my, somebody's worried, he said to himself. Though he wanted to play around for a little more, he knew he should tell him now or else he wouldn't know how to later on. Well, he does know how, but he wouldn't think Illumi would appreciate being played around with. "Leaving?" he asked, feigning innocence. "Who ever said I was leaving?" And at that, Illumi quickly turned his eyes from Killua to him. "Excuse me?" he asked, surprise evident in his supposedly indifferent features. Hisoka grinned. "Surprise, surprise. I'm not leaving, Illumi-kun." End of chapter 13 A/N: There...now that wasn't so bad, was it? *uneasy grin* I'm wrapping up now, an act alien to my own self. I can't believe I'm about to finish this thing! *mock gasp and bonks herself on the head* To my reviewer who said that I should hurt Hisoka...er, *scratches head* sorry, no can do! He-ey! I love Hisoka, why would I hurt him? o.O Sorry for any errors and such and such. Still editing the whole fic from chapter 1, so bear with me. Also, periodical exams are coming near. You know what that means...? More free time for me! Mwahahahaha! Early dismissals are great, ne? I never really spend more than an hour in studying anyway =P Funny how I still pass *sweatdrops* - Cherrie (kurapikasama@yahoo.com)
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Part 14
Mask of Innocence Disclaimers: Hunter X Hunter and all mentioned characters are owned by the greatest mangaka of all time, Mr. Yoshihiro Togashi. The story of this fanfic, besides originating from the real manga's background, is obviously twisted in ways enough to get me arrested (*sweatdrops* heaven forbid). What I'm trying to say is that this fanfic is a different story in itself, so please do not base it too much on the anime/manga, okay? Notes: *starts bopping her head relentlessly on her table* I'm confused over the whole height thing. Who's taller, Hisoka or Illumi? Chapter 14 - Departure Loud, uneven footsteps marched through the stone floors of the hallway that lead to the main office. There were two sets of footsteps, one from an unusually agitated young assassin and one from a calm, almost amused magician. "Will you kindly explain everything to me again?" asked Illumi. He turned his head to face the other who was trailing behind him, his steps never faltering in their haste. Hisoka shrugged. "I told you, I had a little talk with your dad and then, poof! I'm staying!" he replied cheerfully, his hands flying around in accordance to his words. He was grinning widely, like the over-confident man that he was. The other frowned. "I still don't understand how you were able to convince them," said the still doubtful Illumi, whose steps became all the more quick now that the door to his father's office was now in full view ahead of them. "Hey, isn't that why we're going to see them now?" asked Hisoka. Frowning, Illumi just proceeded on knocking on the dark, heavy doors. Sillva's thick voice sounded soon. "Come in," he bade them, and at this, Illumi stepped inside, followed by the magician. The young assassin looked around, and caught sight of his two grandfathers playing chess on one corner. Sillva caught sight of them, and placed his pen down. "Ah, Illumi, what is it?" he asked. Illumi nodded, and took his cue. "A few days ago, you spoke to me and Killua regarding the companions that we had brought here," he started, his eyes resting calmly on the form of his father in front of him. "Yes," Sillva nodded. "And I know that you two understood what I had said." "We have. You said that you merely allowed us to bring them here as a momentary past time. But then you expect them gone in a couple of days, and we are to remain here to do our duties." "Yes, yes, I remember," Sillva nodded again. "But Hisoka told me a different story." There was a slight pause between the two, and tension started to build up. The thickness of the silence that surrounded the room started to choke Illumi, not knowing what kind of words he should anticipate. But Sillva sighed after a few seconds of waiting, and he lifted his folded hands up to his chin in a contemplative manner. "I see, I understand why you came," he muttered. He stood up, and Illumi watched him come up around his table to stand in front of him, his muscular arms folded in his chest. Narrow eyes gazed at him critically, the strands of his silver locks rested on his shoulders, framing his firm expression. "Hisoka...came to me a few days ago and told me some pretty interesting things," he said, casting a wary eye at the magician, who merely cocked his head to one side with a confident smirk. Illumi followed his father's gaze. He kept quiet though, hinting his own father to go on speaking. Despite his calm expression, his hands have somehow started to grow cold by just watching his father move. "He said a lot of things that I found hard to believe," the older man said next. "I'm glad you came though. I would like to ask you personally just in case." And at this, Sillva stood more straightly now, and he began to walk towards Illumi, his eyes firmly set beneath light, bushy eyebrows. It took all of his Illumi's self-control to keep a straight face under that critical eye. It was as if he already knew what the other would say, and yet he dreaded to believe the consequences that he's about to face just as the words passed through his father's mouth. Sillva's calm expression didn't falter though, and the sounds that the two other man in the corner made with their game suddenly became his only source of comfort. He couldn't even look at Hisoka to see what expression he held. All he could see was his father approaching him, stopping in mid-step to stand a few paces away from him, his arms coming up to fold themselves again. He felt like he was back to the small boy he once was, waiting for his father to give him an order, or give him a review of his past performance. The words that escaped Sillva didn't come out surprising, but still, he felt the cold electricity spark behind his back when he heard the other ask: "Is he your lover?" * * * * * Kikyou looked up from the book she was reading and started to look around. "Karuto dear," she said, her eyes settling on the small frame of her daughter who was seated beside her. "What do you think is your father up to now?" she asked. Karuto looked up from the smaller book she held in her hands. She remembered her walk with her mother on their way to the library. They had met up with her brother, Illumi, and that strange magician he was always with. Illumi had given her a short look but said nothing. Hisoka, on the other hand, grinned at her that didn't seem to catch her mother's gaze, but she didn't feel any hint of malice from him. It was strange. Her father had told them both that he's expecting visitors, and he suggested that the two of them go down for a while. Could it be that he was going to speak with Illumi about Hisoka? If so, why was Hisoka with him? Karuto's eyes stared blankly at her pale hands. She has decided. Whatever it was, she can only hope that it's for the best for Illumi. She didn't mind keeping his secret anymore. She remembered that night she went to him. She had intended to stay longer, but then she had caught a glimpse of a familiar figure behind the door. At first, she was angered by the strange man's actions, but later on decided that perhaps he needed to see her brother as badly as she had. She didn't know why she felt that way, but she did. She trusted Illumi, that was why she left him that night. She wasn't sure if the magician knew she saw him, but she didn't care. As long as her brother keeps his promise, as long as he wouldn't leave, she's all right with anything. The faded letters that graced the almost yellowed paper of her book were left unread. Karuto merely stared down at them without understanding. She then looked at her mother, who was still contemplating on her own statement. Instead of saying her previous thoughts, the young girl kept her silence. She replied, "I don't know, mother." * * * * * "Well?" He couldn't look at his father. What was he to say? He could still feel Hisoka's presence behind him, and he didn't understand the sudden surge of thoughts that came to him soon after. Had he said that? How could he? "How long are you intending to make me wait, Illumi?" asked Sillva, his voice still as leveled as it had been before. His tone didn't rise, nor did it fall. "Answer me." The urgency reflected in his voice made him unable to speak. He didn't know what else to say. He didn't know how to act. He even doubted if he could move at all. But a few moments later, he surprised himself. A nod served as his answer. He supposed that there was no use lying now, especially when there was Hisoka around. He was the one who had told Sillva the truth after all. From the corner of his eye, Illumi saw Sillva nod. "I see," the older man muttered. "I'm glad you told me this, Illumi." Unable to restrain himself any longer, and probably to release a bit of the tension built up inside of him, Illumi spoke. "I'm sorry," he blurted out, being that it was the only thing that he could think of saying. "What are you talking about?" asked Sillva, who still was the complete opposite of Illumi's state. He still retained his cool, as if what they were talking about was only the weather. None of Illumi's current wave of thoughts and worries graced the older man's face. "I'm fine with it," he said. The surprise etched on his son's face was inevitable, and a small smile betrayed Sillva's serious expression. "So are your grandfathers. I don't know about your mother though, she doesn't know yet. Of course we were surprised, who wouldn't be?" he said, his gaze still on Illumi. Illumi noticed that the sounds coming from the chessboard have stopped. When he looked up, his grandfather, Zeno, was beside Sillva. Mahha, his great grandfather, was still seated on his chair, fixing up the pieces. "We talked about it. We figured that, even if you did keep this from us, your performance regarding your job as an assassin didn't change, unlike what had happened to Killua," Zeno said. "Of course, we still think that the idea of our young ones having such relationships is not very advisable. But to make sure you'll be safe from any outside influences, we decided to just keep one who wouldn't make a difference." "Employ him, if you may," added Sillva, who gestured towards Hisoka, to which the other merely nodded with a smirk. "We don't need two sons escaping the premises searching for their companions. Your case isn't like Killua's. The other boy, Gon, is a bit difficult, since he does oppose to how we lead our lives and the kind of jobs we take." "So, you're...taking Hisoka in?" Illumi asked hesitantly, still drowned in disbelief. "In a manner of speaking," Sillva shrugged. "He has agreed to the terms. If he makes a wrong move, we'll kill him." He then looked at Hisoka, who, again, nodded his consent. Sillva placed his eyes back on Illumi. "And as for you..." All right, so maybe the whole nightmare hasn't ended yet. Illumi waited. "The missions that are assigned to you will be doubled more than usual as punishment for your act. We can't give you the same treatment as we do Killua, I don't think Miruki can actually lay a finger on you without cowering in his own self-made fear of you. How you scare your siblings so is beyond us all," mused Sillva. But he disregarded this soon and just waved a hand, turning to his son again. "Is that all you'd like to ask?" It took Illumi a few moments before nodding. "Y-Yes, that is all," he replied, nodding his head in a slight bow before turning back, with nothing more but a small gesture for Hisoka to follow him. The door closed behind them soon after, and Sillva listlessly went back to his paper work, while Zeno went back to his seat for another round with his father. Outside the door, Hisoka turned his head to face Illumi, who had his back to him. The younger man still looked pretty shaken, so he wasn't sure if there was relief or something else in him. In an attempt to undo the rising tension, he spoke. "There! That didn't go as badly as you thought it would, did it?" he asked, clapping a hand to the other in a gesture of mocking joy. But Illumi was still silent. Hisoka heaved a gruff sigh and shook his head. He was about to throw another tease, but was abruptly cut off by firm hands making a grab for his shirt, pushing him to the wall. Fierce black eyes glared at him through the darkness. "Did you know that you almost had me killed?" hissed a still agitated Illumi. Hisoka grinned. He was used to this attitude. "Stop worrying, Illumi-kun! I've thought about it you know, and I'm very good with negotiating things with other people. May I remind you that I was the very same one who negotiated with that boy Kurapika and became his spy against my former group? Oh, and don't forget the Hunter Exam. That was my best one yet!" he declared happily, not even the least bit bothered by Illumi's threats. "But this is different. In fact, both of us would be dead by now if my elders weren't so lenient," countered the other, who still had the magician trapped in his hold. "Oh, don't mind that. Just be glad that it's over and I still get to be your little plaything without having to worry. Oh, and vice versa, of course!" A series of insane laughter soon followed, making the assassin's irritation grow even worse. "Hisoka..." growled Illumi. But instead of doing anything else, he just pulled the other closer to himself, their lips barely touching. "This is the last time you'll be doing something this drastic, do you understand?" Hisoka smirked. He loved it whenever Illumi gets angry. The other doesn't seem to know how to contain himself. "Of course, Illumi-kun," he assured, still keeping his happy, yet irritating, smile. "After all, I don't think I'll be doing any more of this now that our secret's all out." Illumi could all but gape at how easy the other was taking things. Knowing that he had no chance of convincing the magician on how serious the matter was, Illumi just shook his head. "You idiot," was all he could mutter. But he wasn't bothered when the other confidently smirked again, nor did he pull away when he felt warm lips catch his in a kiss. Well, the idiot needed something to shut him up anyway. * * * * * Light brown eyes passed through the dark mahogany table by the bedside, his face void of the usually bright expression he would always have. His hands rested on the rough surface of the bag he had brought with him. He stared down at its bulkiness soon after. All his clothes are in; all his things, all his belongings. No matter how slowly he had tried to pack his things just to stall time, he knew it has to end pretty soon. But...he wasn't as sad as he expected to be. In fact, he wasn't even half as sad as he thought he'd be. This experience had left him a strange feeling, as if he had to be happy about something. He remembered the way Killua had told him how he had wanted to stay, how he had wanted to make his father happy somehow, even if killing still wasn't his most favorite thing. It was for his father, he had said. Gon still thought that killing was bad, and he would've done what he could do to stop Killua from going through this kind of life. But Killua had promised that if it would be possible, he would remember him every time he needs to take one life away. Maybe through that, he may think about it, and maybe find a better life all in all without hurting others and his family. The assassin had admitted that he doubted that it was possible, but he said he would try. And to Gon, that was enough. All that talk about Killua and his family made him think about his own family. He missed his Aunt Mito, and his grandmother. He'll be going home to them now. And maybe, home back to his father as well. He sighed, closing the zipper in his bag. A light knock on his door disturbed his thoughts. "Gon?" came Kurapika's gentle voice. "We're going. Are you done yet?" "Un," Gon murmured, picking up his bag. "I'm coming out now," he said, and turned his back to follow the older boy out the door. * * * * * Killua looked around, scanning the surroundings. His sides, behind Leorio, behind himself, everywhere, but the familiar form of a certain dark-haired boy was still nowhere in sight. "Take care of yourself, kiddo," bade Leorio, who was patting his head now. "Be good, all right? Though, I think that won't be obeyed much since you will start your training as an assassin after all. But don't forget to use your head, okay? Don't kill just for the sake of it, be sure money's involved," ranted the other. "And don't let it get to you lest you start killing for fun." Killua doubted if Leorio even understood what he was saying. As if the large teardrops that pooled on the corners of the doctor's eyes weren't bad enough. "I'll be fine, Leorio. You guys take care of yourself too." Any minute now... The older man sniffed. Killua watched him struggle for more words, until finally--as the young assassin had expected--Leorio bent down and trapped him in a tight hug, wailing various words he found quite hard to understand. His words were muffled by Killua's shirt, and all the younger boy could do was stay still as the other bawled them out. "I can't believe we're actually going to leave you here! Don't forget the times we've been through, okay? Visit us some time, wherever we are. And be good. Again, that's a debatable issue, but you get the idea, right?" "Yeah yeah, I get the idea! Now stop using my clothes as a tissue paper and go cry some place else!" exclaimed Killua, who was now trying to get away from Leorio's hold. Instead of taking that as an insult, the older man merely laughed. "I'm gonna miss you too, kid. Even if you have been quite a pest," he said, winking at Killua once to show what he meant. Killua frowned. Honestly, he would've told Leorio that he'd miss him too, if not for that last remark. No, really! It just so happens that the guy ruined his chances of actually hearing the less than sentimental Killua say such a thing out loud. He was about to open his mouth to protest and tell the other that he was not a pest when he heard another voice come from behind him. "Killua?" It was Kurapika. Killua turned his back to look up at the taller young man, who had one chain-clad hand extended to him for a handshake, which the assassin took without a second thought. "Thank you for letting us stay here. Take care of yourself," he said with a small smile. Killua just nodded. "You too," he said, taking note that he had not let Kurapika's hand go yet. Well, he didn't want to. Compared to that agonizing goodbye with Leorio, Kurapika's was more comforting. Also, he used this to pull the other closer. "Psst. Take care of that idiot over there too," he said, pointing at Leorio. "If he keeps up like that, I bet he wouldn't even leave at all." At this, Kurapika laughed. "Don't mind him. He'll be fine," he said. He pulled back and ruffled the other's white mane. "Well, that's it. Gon will be down soon, he's right behind me. Thanks again, Killua. It's been great," and with this, he walked towards the other man and hit him on the shoulder. Killua watched with amusement as the two exchanged words, with Kurapika sighing in exasperation as Leorio heaved another agonized sniffle. It didn't take a few moments later before Leorio shifted his wails to Kurapika, as he grabbed the other in a tight hug, muttering stupid words best left ignored. The whole thing ended with Kurapika wearing an uneasy look while he patted Leorio's back to comfort him, with the other still...well, bursting his emotions out. Those two were strange. Lately, they seem to be too close for comfort. Could it be that...? Killua shook his head. If ever they were something, he'll find out eventually. But there goes his two other brothers. He really was going to miss them. "Killua!" Finally, the one he had been waiting for. Judging from the tone of that voice, he'd bet Gon wasn't even halfway down the stairway yet. He was always like that, too excited for everything. Killua turned his back to give the other a big wave. "Gon!" And sure enough, Gon came running down the stairs, his bulky bag swinging with him. He reached the other soon after, and the two exchanged high-fives. "I guess this is it," Gon said, a sad smile on his face. Killua sighed, then shrugged. "Yeah, well, you said it wouldn't be the last time," he said, trying to reassure himself more than the other. But since it was Gon himself who had started with these kinds of hopes, he might as well join in. It was less depressing that way after all. "Of course not!" exclaimed the other. He now wore a genuine smile. "I'm going to be stronger, and I'll come for you again. Then I'm going to make you join the Hunter Exam, and you're going to pass this time. Then we're going to do other things. I don't know what yet, but we'll do them!" he declared happily. "You don't even know what we'll do and you're already that happy?" "Of course! It doesn't matter, I can hardly care if I'm going to fall off a cliff next time I see you. As long as it's with Killua, I'm sure it's going to be great!" A small blush graced the assassin's pale cheeks upon hearing that. Gon...he really did have a knack for making people feel really special. Especially in this case. Killua had never felt more appreciated than how his best friend made him feel. "Master Killua? May I escort your friends to the gates now?" one of the tuxedo-clad men by the entrance door to their house asked, interrupting Killua's thoughts. Killua merely stared at him, not knowing whether he should make them go now or make them stay a while longer. "A few more seconds, if you don't mind," it was Kurapika who said this. He then turned to the two younger boys, and he tilted his head to one side in a gentle manner. "Are you two done yet?" he asked with a knowing smile. "Not yet!" Gon said. And without even a space for other thoughts, he jumped up and gave Killua a great, big hug. Killua was still. The other's actions were, as usual, unpredictable. "Uh, Gon?" "There! All done!" Gon declared as he pulled away. A bright smile graced his childish face, with a look of pure happiness. There were no sadness. No regrets. No doubts. Cat-like eyes purple could but only stare at the three retreating forms of his best friends as they made their way out the door. Killua had made it a point to stay inside the house unless he would risk going with them. Not that that was a bad idea either, but he had his mind set. He will stay. There were other things he had to do, and his own burdens must never bother anybody else again. Gon was his friend, and before he renews his friendship with him, he must be sure that he will be safe despite his being his best friend. This was the only solution he can think of. But, that's all right. This was a new adventure in itself. This was his mission; to concur the position he has in this family, and live through what he was asked for, where all the people who were important to him all have their contentment. And after that, it will be his turn to be happy. For now, he'd be everyone's own sacrifice. And he didn't mind. Because now, he has Gon to look forward to. End of chapter 14 A/N: To the reviewer who complimented this and the fanfic "Assassin for a Lover" (that was it, right?), thank you, but I would like to shift your regards to Nikki-san. She's the one who wrote that beautiful fanfic ^^ It's really good, wasn't it? *points at Nikki-sama* There's the author though, not me, I'm just afraid that there would be a bit of misunderstanding ^^; *horror-stricken* FF.net removed my Hunter Chatroom series! *bawls over* They said that I wasn't following rules and regulations. Wha-at!? It clearly wasn't a list of any sort, geez, it was a chatroom series! The characters are still themselves for cryin' out loud! The only rule I think I didn't follow was the capitalization. But come on, you don't capitalize your words when you're in a chatroom, I was just being realistic! >.< *sighs* But I better not anger the staff, I might get kicked out all in all *sheepish grin* So for those who are still interested in the Chatroom series, just check either of these sites (the very reasons why the past chapters of this fanfic are delayed): Scarlet Eyes (http://www.geocities.com/kurapikasama) Dreams (http://www.geocities.com/leorio_hxh_dreams) Part 6 will be up on both fanfic sections in a couple of days. Uhm, that's it. Better get back to writing now. Thank you for your support, minna! ^0^ - Cherrie (kurapikasama@yahoo.com)
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Epilogue
Mask of Innocence Disclaimers: Hunter X Hunter and all mentioned characters are owned by Mr. Yoshihiro Togashi and all proper companies. Being that the anime is still in progress, this story is twisted enough to have me arrested. I apologize for the lack of needed information, but I need to give this thing an ending. So with that said, please base the storyline only until the end of the arc with the Geneiryodan. Notes: I know I’m getting annoying with my persistence, but I just have to make this clear. In the manga, Kurapika’s eyes are brown (tea color). But in the anime, his eyes are blue. I quote (episode 52, Filipino dub, Kurapika speaking with Senrithsu): “Asul ang aming mga mata (Our eyes are blue)...” Now, I remember why I used blue. I heard it in that episode. It’s not my fault if that’s yet another glitch in the dubbing. Blame the network with the copyright, not me. If they are mistaken, well, I’m sorry. I’ll try to purchase the Japanese version of that episode so I can check, okay? ^^ Epilogue – Surviving the Storm (Leorio and Kurapika) Empty. My eyes can barely see, and my hands have grown completely numb. If only I could find the one who can wash the pains of bloodshed away, I’ll be eternally grateful. Heaven. If you exist, I bring you a desperate prayer. * * * * * The violent, rhythmic dancing of the dim flame was all that lighted the whole room, which, in itself, still is a tad bit too dark. It definitely was not the kind one would prefer while reading, but the diligent man who sat just beside the oil lamp remained the same. Dark, chocolate-brown eyes ran through the letters that graced the thick medical textbook, straining to see, yet undaunted. Hours have passed before the dark figure finally decided to move. A weary sigh was cast off amidst the room’s thick silence, and the slight creak of the chair sounded promptly as the man shifted in his seat, both his arms falling to his sides to at least allow his blood to circulate properly again. It seemed to take forever. He felt the cold winds of winter come through his opened window as flashes of his earlier studies ran through his mind. His head felt rather stressed. Then again, four hours of studying non-stop with only a small bottle of water and a mug of coffee to wash down the fatigue is, in fairness, exhausting. A tired hand came up from its limp state to reach up and take a hold of the thin eyeglasses, lifting it up from both his ears and allowing it too fall from his neck through the safety of tiny, meticulously made circular chains. The other hand came up as well to shield his loosely closed eyes from the fiery light of the flame, giving it a moment’s rest before opening it again. His vision was rather blurred when he opened his eyes, and the constant glare of the oil lamp strained one side of his eyesight. Across the table, behind all the stacked text books and encyclopedias, quietly laid a single photograph graced in a dark mahogany frame. From the tiring act of reading scientific terms with less-than-perfect understanding and accuracy, the momentary rest he had just by staring at the picture seemed to be the only peaceful thing that has ever happened to him. Brown eyes remained focused on the framed photo, a tiny hint of a smile threatening to escape one side of healthy, masculine lips. There were four people in the picture, and he recognized himself as the tall one who held the shoulders of two of the members of the small group. The four of them were standing on a ship’s ledge, overlooking the sea, with the tiny hint of twilight just behind their shoulders. A young, preteen boy was the shortest, and the man recognized the spikiness of the child’s hair, the friendliness of his light-brown eyes and the unhesitant wideness of the smile he wore to grace the camera. The one next to him, though slightly taller, was of the same age. Like what he did with the former, he remembered the same ashen hue of that boy’s hair, the same knowing gaze and that ever-so-playful smirk. Yes, he remembered them, Gon and Killua. Constantly. He still wondered what could have become of those two. Ever since they left Killua behind, it was back to where they have started again. They went on their separate ways, each having his own worries, about his life, about the others. Gon probably was the most bothered right after their departure, being that he frequently worried about his white-haired friend’s well being. Perhaps their time together had been too much of a memory to him, something he now can’t erase. The doctor could only hope that he’ll be all right. And last, but most definitely not the least, his eyes now fully rested on the very face that has repeatedly tempted him to take his eyes away from his work, begging him to look at it instead. And to be honest, he had yielded to its call, many times. And yet with every glance, he still felt drawn in the beauty of those soulful, watery blue orbs. Constantly, he stares at his own hand in the picture that lay rested on the beautiful one’s shoulder in a friendly yet protective hold, and he could all but have given everything just to be given a chance to touch him again. He missed him so, and it was a secret he had kept hidden after all those times. He shook his head awake. There was no use brooding about that now. Over the months that he had suffered through studying when his mind completely refuses to think of anything else but him, he had learned that it wouldn’t be healthy to keep on allowing himself to lose to such lovesick practices. One way or another, he had to get his mind off things. He had always wondered why the other never called. The first few months, there never was a day that he let pass without trying to contact the other somehow. But despite his efforts, his attempts were never given back, and all that meets him every time he gets home was an empty cellphone screen. He stood up. Again, brooding is not a healthy habit. Deciding that he’s had enough distractions for one night, he grabbed his coat from the neatly fixed bed and strode off to go out the door. * * * * * A thousand prayers to a deaf heaven, still I find myself falling. Sweet memories, bring me comfort, for the whiteness of the falling snow only reminds me of the bitter cold. I look up at the sky. I think of you. Damn heaven for its mocking ironies. You’re the last blessing I had before darkness engulfed me whole. In coldness, I suffered. And in coldness, I fell. * * * * * He didn’t know where he was going. He never wandered this far from the hotel before, and the chilling cold was starting to get to him. Despite the thickness of his coat and gloves, the night was still cruel enough to bring him a shiver. He rubbed his arms to get the cold away. He looked around. The bald trees that lined the sidewalk stood steadfast despite the coldness, their dark branches lighted only by the dim glow from the streetlamps. The place was a part of the rarely populated outskirts of the city, and the scarcity of people is made known mainly by the silence. But he wasn’t given much chance to appreciate the peace. Out of the corner of his eyes, he caught sight of a dark figure lying on the snow, the pitch-black cloak vividly visible from the whiteness of the snow. He found the steady beating of his heart quickly changing, the momentary slow pace now replaced by a maddened rhythm. Dark brown eyes widened, a look of pure fear and worry, and he found himself in a sprint, trying to reach the fallen body. “Are you all right?” came his frantic question. He shoved away the snow from the dark cloak. The coldness forgotten, he took a gentle yet strong hold of the fainted body, marveling at the delicate weakness that it emitted. But awe was then replaced by fear, for again, his heart did that maddening beat again. It’s as if you’re trying to tell me something... It wasn’t anymore the snow that brought up the chill. The familiar tinkle of what reminded him of metal chains coming together did not escape his ears. A horrifying sense of dread overcame him all of a sudden, and the immediate movement made by his hand to take away the hood from the person’s face seemed to be out of intuition. Like the warning beat of a distant drum, you climax to something as dreadful as this. “Kurapika!” * * * * * I never imagined hearing your voice in death... * * * * * “Raindrops.” Brown eyes lifted from the water bowl to the lithe figure rested in the safety of his blanket and pillows. A relieved sigh escaped him then, and if one would only look closely, those supposedly dark, male eyes began to water in the intensity of that relief. He would’ve jumped up to the younger man on the bed if not for the latter’s condition. Instead of relieving himself through the needed physical touch, he opted for a more gentle, considerate welcome. He gazed at the half-open eyes that were now looking up at him with lost recognition. But that didn’t matter. All that mattered was that he was all right. “Raindrops?” the doctor inquired, a tender smile on his face. Innocent blue eyes closed again, and the younger one’s head shifted slowly on the pillow. He opened his eyes later on to look around, only to stop his gaze to rest on the white, snow-covered glass window. “I thought,” he whispered. “That the sounds you make with the water were raindrops,” he said. He paused, lowering his head, almost a bit sadly. “I’ve...prayed for winter to stop. I thought that maybe what I heard was the mild showers of spring.” Silence enveloped them both, neither knowing what else to say. Eventually, the silence was replaced by the gentle trickling of the water again. Blue eyes remained hidden, even as the warm towel was placed on his forehead to at least give him a moment’s warmth. But the young man marveled at the grave comfort he felt when he felt the other’s skin touch his. Despite the vagueness of his mind and senses, he knew that there was only one person who can elicit such a peaceful feeling in him. “Leorio?” he called, gracing the other with his warm, child-like gaze. His voice was ever so gentle, the first angelic sound that the other heard for such a long while. “Why am I here?” The other smiled, hearing his name uttered by that melodious voice, seeing those familiar eyes. “I found you,” he said, still keeping his distance. Perhaps the other needed his personal space, just so he can cope up with his current surroundings. For a moment, they were engaged in a staring game. But it was the younger one who broke the contact. “I thought I was going to die back there,” he said, his eyes drifting off to the window again. Leorio frowned at the very thought. Various worries ran through his mind. What if he hadn’t been there? What if he hadn’t seen him? If he hadn’t listened to his own instinct, was it possible for this beautiful angel with him to really could’ve died? He shook his head. “No, it was meant to happen,” he said all of a sudden, earning him the young man’s attention. “I came for you, because I thought I heard you calling me.” Silence. A look of what seemed to be a mixture of confusion, relief, gratitude and more, crossed the young Kuruta’s face. He had to bite down his lip to cease its trembling, and for the first time in many months, his eyes softened. He returned the other’s smile. “You heard?” That was all the encouragement the other needed to finally give in to his body and mind’s pleas. One step was all it took for him to pull Kurapika’s weak body to himself, the smaller one’s fever intensifying the warmth that he felt with the desperate contact. A blissful sigh escaped him, and he was reminded of how much he had missed him. The cloth that rested on his head had fallen, but that was but a minor worry for him now. He was overwhelmed by an unspeakable amount of peace that he noticed his breathing quicken just by the sheer greatness of his own emotions. Though still rather weak, he summoned up all his strength to hold on to the stronger body that held his, tightening the bond. “Are you done with your mission? Are you content now?” Leorio asked, his cheek buried in the softness of the other one’s hair. “I...don’t know,” came Kurapika’s soft reply. “I’m not even sure if it’s really over. But still...I’m content.” Because I realized that my true mission after all was to find you. “Leorio...I want to stay with you.” If only it was possible, their hug tightened even more. Kurapika felt the softness of the other’s hand caress his hair, gentle fingers running through the smoothness of his mane. He waited for the answer, his arms still insistently holding the warm body to himself, as if it alone would be enough. Leorio’s answer was still as kind as he remembered it to be. “Then stay.” The young Kuruta then found himself being laid gently on the bed again, his head rested on the soft pillow. The small cloth that fell from him a moment ago was now renewed, and it was placed above his brows again, soothing him. No more words were needed to be spoken, but still, before slumber finally takes him, he wanted all his thoughts to be out. “I miss Gon and Killua.” Leorio held his cold hands tightly in his own. “I can call Gon tomorrow if you want me to,” he offered, warming Kurapika’s hand with his hold. “And Killua?” “It’s not going to be easy, but we’ll try,” he assured. A small smile graced the younger one’s lips again. He can feel sleep coming soon. He took a calming breath, never strained anymore unlike before. And as he continuously felt the warmth of the other’s hand around his, he made a silent prayer. Maybe heaven really listens. End of Epilogue (part I) A/N: One more to go and this fanfic is ALL done! *heaves relieved sigh* I can’t believe I actually finished this thing! ^0^ Anyway, in response to what’s been happening in my...er, reviews, here’s a few replies: Kathleen – I'm very sorry if I offended you in any way. But I believe that I've put in the proper warnings and notes in every chapter of this fanfic, keeping in mind that one way or another, somebody's not going to agree with my views. Thus, I hold no guilt regarding any physical/emotion/psychological sickness my works might give to others. I work to please, but I can't please everyone at the same time and still do the things I like to do (mind you, I'm not implying that I like doing lemons *sweatdrops again*, but I won't elaborate). Allow me to apologize though. But next time, if you see me saying "to those who don't like the idea of [insert pair here], please turn back now", heed my words and do us both a favor, okay? I hope this would be the last time I’m going to receive such comments about my preference. I accept criticisms about my writing, but please not my opinions/views. But in any case, you said that I write just fine. Er, at least, I should thank you for that, so thank you ^^ Yomi-san – I really appreciate you defending me back there. Thank you also for saying the necessary things I should’ve said myself *sweatdrops*. Please allow me to thank you. Again, I really appreciate it. To everyone who reads still, thank you for your patience ^^; - Cherrie http://www.geocities.com/kurapikasama http://www.geocities.com/leorio_hxh_dreams Mask of Innocence Disclaimers: Hunter X Hunter and all mentioned characters are owned by Mr. Yoshihiro Togashi. Er...please see previous chapter for the note regarding the storyline. Notes: This is the last chapter o.O I can’t believe it’s over, and I only had...two negative comments!? Not that I’m saying that I like such comments--I get depressed over a single bad comment, mind you--but honestly, I’m not very satisfied with this fanfic. Of course I like it somehow, that’s why I’m writing it still. But I guess it still is not very satisfying for an amateur fanfic writer such as myself (who each and every minute finds a mistake in her own work and complains about it enough to make herself drown in depression for a day or two *main explanation of delayed updates*). It lacks something I’d much rather keep to myself lest you people notice it too *sly grin*. But I’m happy that I somehow pleased people over the course of this work, and I would like to thank everybody who had been supporting me until this very chapter *bows down in gratitude*. Next time, I’ll really try harder ^^; Epilogue – A New Cycle (Hisoka and Illumi / Gon and Killua) (Message received in Killua Zoldick’s computer inbox) I can’t believe you only contacted me now! You won’t answer my phone messages to you. Don’t tell me you lost your cellphone again. But I’m glad that I can hear from you now. Aunt Mito and obaasan says hi! –Gon * * * * * "...and you better not let tempers rise, or else you really won’t be able to even touch your brother in your little matches. He’s actually going gentle on you, have you noticed? Are you sure you’re actually working harder? You still seem pretty bored if you ask me. Want me to sneak you out? I won’t mind. At least I get more time with Illumi. Hey, as if I like spending time with you. This sucks for me as much as it sucks for you, being that I can’t even lay a single finger on you. Of course, if only Gon-chan would be here, maybe things can be a bit more interesting, ne?" Killua tried closing his ears from that irritatingly musical voice, the cool glass held in his hands serving as the only thing that kept him from going up to the older man to plant a punch on his just as irritating face. As is suffering through hours of training with his “new trainer” wasn’t bad enough, but he also had to put up with the magician’s talkativeness every time they get a chance to have a single break. "You actually have the guts to call him 'Gon-chan'?" he asked, scowling as he glanced at the man seated on the chair in front of him. “Even I won’t dare calling him that!” "Why?" asked the magician, feigning innocence. "It suits him, doesn’t it?" "No, it does not," defended the still irritated young Zoldick, turning his face away from the other. He hissed. "Where the hell’s aniki when he’s needed anyway? I’d much rather spend training with him than with this idiot Hisoka," he said, grumbling under his breath. Quite a number of months have passed since he had decided to stay, and whenever he stops to think about his decision, half the time he regrets it. Of course, there was no one else to blame but himself, and despite his constant self-contemplation, he knew that his decision was final. He needed to stay. Each time he even thinks about running away again, he thinks of Gon, and how he should always be kept safe from his family’s eyes. But it was twice as difficult to cope up with his life now that there was a new addition to it. He scowled every time he remembers it. He understood the part about Hisoka being able to adjust to his family’s ways. He is well experienced when it comes to killing and is not bothered by it, unlike Gon. What he did not understand though, was the part about why he was staying. As far as he was concerned, he once thought that the whole family business is exclusively for members within the family only. He glanced up to steal a look at the now silent magician, who seems to be lost in his own world this time, one of the rare moments that he's actually quiet. Honestly, he doesn’t know what his brother sees in the guy. And who in hell would’ve thought that Illumi preferred men anyway? Last time he checked before finding out, Illumi had no interest in such things and relationships. Why did he start now? But then again, he supposed that, apart from the fact that he’s been throwing the contents of his stomach out every time he imagines the two together, judging from his aniki’s point of view, the arrangement has its own good points. They get more profit from employers who have heard of Hisoka’s outstanding capabilities, and his just as excellent teamwork with Illumi. Of course, they don’t know about the two’s relationship. They wouldn’t give a damn even if they knew anyway, so it doesn’t matter. And Illumi’s happier this way. In a manner of speaking of course, "Illumi" and "happiness" don’t exactly go together. That was like associating Hisoka with "sanity". But his brother had been different since then. He couldn’t explain it well, but whatever it was, he supposed that it was a good thing, being that he decided to just leave their business alone and just avoid them as much as he can. Or maybe he’s just being nice? Had Gon’s personality been rubbed in on him too much? * * * * * Haha! I want to see you again, too! I don’t have a reason though, unlike you. Is Hisoka really that annoying? Hey, at least he’s not trying to hurt you. I still can’t believe he’s with your brother. Don’t take this the wrong way, but that just gave me the creeps. Oh, you did say it was scary. That’s the same thing, ne? Hehe, leave them alone. They’re old enough to think for themselves. I didn’t know a guy can be with another guy, maybe they’re just friends? ^_^;; By the way, Leorio called me yesterday. He’s with Kurapika! ^_____^ I wish we can all see each other again =( –Gon * * * * * "Our next employer wants to hire two temporary bodyguards to take with him on his business trip, reasons withheld. Your grandfather and I can take care of this. In the meantime, Illumi, you are to train Killua as much as you can. I know it would be quite a while before he himself can take on the real jobs, but it’s better if he’s ready at an early age." Sillva’s eyes scanned through his list again, checking if he had said everything he intended to say. A slight nod of his head showed his satisfaction, as he placed the paper down on the table to look at his two sons again. "How’s your training with your new partner, Killua?" he asked. "Manageable enough," replied the boy. He bowed his head down, lowering his voice. "Irritating actually," he added below his breath, unable to keep himself. Dark eyes shifted to look at the younger boy, regarding him with an expressionless gaze. Somehow, Killua felt the eyes that stared at him, and looked up to sneak a glance as well. He knew Illumi heard what he said. But he could hardly care. Who ever said he had to like the weird magician just because he was Illumi’s special guest anyway? Illumi watched Killua staring at the stone floors. He knew that his brother knew he was looking, but the boy didn’t look like he was going to return the gaze except for that millisecond of a glance. He stood still, with no sign of movement. Killua had changed somehow. He wasn’t sure if it was a good thing. He had started to be less aggressive, doing everything he was asked. But he knew that it wasn't because he suddenly liked it. It was because it was as if he was obliged to do it. No matter how Illumi looks at it, it doesn’t seem like it’s going to do Killua much good. He wasn’t doing this for the family. Not even for himself. He need not even have to make a guess. Killua...why do you still insist on thinking about him? * * * * * You’re what!? Really!? That’s great! No wait...you won’t get in trouble with your family won’t you? I know you said it would be quick, but you shouldn’t try your family’s patience you know. Killua, take care of yourself. Who knows what might happen to you. It’s all right if I have to wait, I don’t want you to get into trouble again. I made a promise to myself, in hopes that it would please you, and I WILL fulfill it. You’re smarter than I am, that, I am sure of. You know what I mean. *sighs* I’m beginning to sound like Leorio... –Gon * * * * * Dark, almost violet eyes scanned the area carefully, making sure that there was no one else in sight. Stealthily, he placed one foot ahead of the other, keeping himself in the dark as much as possible. Light, careful hands leaned him against the wall, and his head flew towards the door right in front of him. A few more steps. The door wasn’t even locked. Somebody’s going to get in trouble for that, but that wasn’t his concern anymore. It wasn’t like he won’t be able to break the lock open anyway. A pair of dark eyes flashed behind the darkness once the door had closed, acknowledging the incoming presence from behind him. "How did you know?" he asked, a smirk starting to grow in his amused, mischievous face. The familiar figure of Illumi appeared beside him. A few moments passed in silence as the young man merely stared at the now empty hallway, then at the door, still unlocked. "I just did," he said in a low voice, void of anger, void of any emotions. As if he didn’t care. "You went out to put the one guarding the gate to sleep," Hisoka said, his arms now folded as he watched the other. "And you also made sure that all the servants were in their own quarters," he added. Still, the pale man was unmoving. "Why?" Illumi regarded him with only a small gaze. A few seconds later, he produced a small piece of paper, holding it between his graceful, ashen fingers. He silently presented it to the magician, who promptly took it. "Aniki," the magician read. "I’m going out. I’ll be back in a month. Signed, Killua." He smirked. He handed the letter back to Illumi. "Of all people to write to, why did he write to the one who’s most narrow-minded about the issue?" The magician’s smirk widened when he was rewarded with a glare. "I’m not narrow-minded about it," he said, his voice firm and irritated, yet gentle in its own way. He took the letter from the other, running his eyes on the hastily written words that he had most likely memorized anyway. "It’s just that his mind is not in the right place." Silence. Illumi sighed. "I’ve said it before. I don’t care about what happens to Killua anymore, so long as he puts his mind and will in check to know the consequences of his acts for both the family and himself." "That’s almost the same thing as 'caring', you know." Another sigh, now with a small shake of the head. "I'm just staying with you far too long," he said wryly, crumpling the short letter in his palms. "But that’s a good thing too, you know," said the magician, who still looked amused. "What is? Staying with you?" asked Illumi, almost incredulously that it made the other scowl. But Hisoka eventually shrugged in an air of nonchalance, dismissing Illumi’s insult like he always does. "No, your bratty brother running away. Your mother's going to have you look for him again. And being that you know where he is, you won’t have much trouble looking for him, but your mother doesn’t know that. So you’re going to spend your free time elsewhere," he said. He then grinned. “Of course, I’m coming with you, which makes things more interesting.” Illumi quirked an eyebrow at that. “What makes you think I’m interested in having a vacation?” The smirk that permanently graced the magician's handsome face was ever so evident now. Without even a second to spare, the young Zoldick now found himself trapped beneath scrutinizing eyes that dared him to look away. If he can, that is. “Because you’ll grab any opportunity to be with me, that’s why,” said Hisoka, his voice as confident as ever. A few minutes of staring came in next, both sides challenging the other to fight back. None of them backed away, like always. The turbulence in their relationship had always been an ornament that merely adds both sides' interest for the other. But minutes started to roll by, and eventually, Illumi gave in, surprising his partner. A small, ghost of a smile tugged his pale lips upward, a tiny glint coming from his usually blank eyes. It was the very first real "smile" the other had even seen from the expressionless assassin. "You’re right," he said simply. And with that, he turned his back and started to walk away. * * * * * (Message received in both Leorio and Kurapika’s cellphones) Whale Island, main dock, Friday, at 3:00 in the afternoon. –Killua The End A/N: Killua: *blink* That’s it? Che: Yyep, that’s pretty much it. Killua: That's the end...? Che: *scratches head and nods* Killua: So...what’s the plot? Che: *sweatdrops* Er...you noticed that too? ^^; Killua: *glum look* I’m not stupid. Che: *sweatdrops again* Of course you’re not...hm, the plot. What is the plot anyway? Killua: You’re asking me!? You’re the one with the keyboard here! Che: *scowls* He-ey! Why am I talking to you anyway? You’re not even my favorite character! I wanted Illumi-sama!!! Killua: Eeew! Who wants a creepy guy like him!? *ignores Che's shriek of "I do!!!" and just grumbles* Like you’re my favorite author anyway... Che: *throws a cotton ball at Killua (just in case Killua fans mob her for “hurting” Killua-kun)* I don’t appreciate that!!! No really! What are you doing here? Go off and elope with Gon or something. Killua: *kicks Che on the head* Urusai! To my reviewer Laarni, thank you for the sweet comments ^^; It really makes me happy that I please people, being that I find it difficult to please myself. About the SD fanfics, I’m an avid MitKo fan, but I might do the RuKo. Don’t be surprised if it comes out RuKo-MitKo though, that should be expected ^^; RuHaru is a big no-no though, I’m very sorry. I’m not very inclined to RuHaru, HanaHaru I can stomach, but please not Rukawa-sama XP Again, thank you to everyone who read. I hope it's not as bad to you as I seem to see it for me. I swear, it's not false modesty, something's just wrong >.< I promise that I really will try harder next time. Please excuse a young, mindless child, okay? Oh, and before I forget: A Declaration of Love: Kurapika-sama! Illumi-sama! Leorio-sama! I love you~!!! *all hail!* - Cherrie (kurapikasama@yahoo.com) http://www.geocities.com/leorio_hxh_dreams http://www.geocities.com/kurapikasama
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