Hunter X Hunter Fan Fiction ❯ Arrival ❯ An X Unexpected X Visitor ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Nobuhiko Satori 
It's May 5th, and Gon receives a guest he wasn't expecting.
Anime/Manga: Hunter X Hunter Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 08.05.2015 | Updated On: 10.18.2015 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 503 | Status: Work In Progress
It's May 5th, and Gon receives a guest he wasn't expecting.
Anime/Manga: Hunter X Hunter Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 08.05.2015 | Updated On: 10.18.2015 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 503 | Status: Work In Progress
Arrival
Chapter 01: An X Unexpected X Visitor
By: Nobuhiko Satori
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AUTHOR'S NOTES: Chapter one! Go! Go! Go!!! :D
WARNING: Before you go any further, please be warned that this is a yaoi fanfic. That is, it is about a romantic and/or sexual relationship between males. And please note that this fanfic will contain violent and disturbing imagery, as well as graphic and explicit sexual situations. Do not continue reading if any of this offends you in any way.
DISCLAIMER: The story contained within this fanfic is the sole property of the author. Hunter X Hunter and all related characters and trademarks are the sole property of Shueisha/Madhouse/Yoshihiro Togashi, and all other trademarks mentioned herein are the sole property of their respective copyright owners, and the author makes no claims as to owning them. This fanfic is made purely for entertainment purposes only and is completely non-profit. No copyright infringement is intended.
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LEGENDS KEY:
"Text" = speech
'Text' = thoughts, quotations in speech
*Text* = italics, emphasis
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"This can't be happening..."
It had been a bright, sunny day. Birds chirping, sun shining, gentle breeze blowing -- a perfect day by all accounts. He'd left just after lunch, headed down to his favorite spot and hunkered down for an afternoon of fishing, maybe jump into the water afterwards to cool down. Today was special, he'd even gotten a new set of lures just for today, and it had started with great promise.
This was the fourth time today that he'd fouled his fishing line.
"Fuck," Gon Freecss cursed as he tried once more to untangle his line, sucking on a sore fingertip and getting more than a little bit frustrated. After several minutes and dreading having to use the wirecutter the fourteen-year old Hunter finally loosened the fishing line just enough to start working it back to where it was useable, before casting it again with a deft flick of his wrist.
For a long while he just watched the bright red float bob along the surface of the water, chocolate-brown eyes scanning for signs of a fish -- *any* fish -- taking his bait. Nothing. Not even a ripple. Absently Gon glanced to his right, at the empty space that had been beside him the whole afternoon. Briefly the image of a boy about his age flashed in his mind; a confident stance, lithe powerful build, soft silvery hair and sapphire-blue eyes were clear in his mind's eye, if only for an instant. He'd probably be making fun of his predicament right now...
Heart sinking and writing off the day as a total failure, Gon turned to his fishing rod. After twisting the selector for the gearing mechanism, he flicked the release and reeled in his fishing line, smoothly coiling within the handle automatically until it clicked to a stop. He removed the bait from the hook and chucked it into the lake, collapsing the rod itself for easy transport.
He noted that as soon as the discarded bait hit the water, a rather sizeable catfish proceeded to gobble it up, right in front of him.
"Cheeky bastard. You're next!" he said with a pout.
Stowing away his gear and dusting off his green shorts, Gon began the long walk back to his house. A quick look up showed dark clouds starting to gather too, signaling rain later. Still he took his time, in no real hurry to get home and tell Aunt Mito how badly his day had gone. The dirt path felt much longer than usual, stopping only once when a pair of deer leapt across, and as the minutes trickled by Gon's mind began to wander.
The boy from earlier was there again, walking alongside him. He was distracting him with small talk and trying to cheer him up, that he could try again tomorrow; it got old quickly. A few minutes passed before Gon noticed him picking up the pace, Gon speeding up himself to keep up, and it wasn't long before the two were in a full-blown race, dashing along the dirt path and barely avoiding each other as they both tried to get ahead, jumping over exposed tree roots and ducking under low-hanging branches 'til they reached the steps of Gon house, panting heavily and laughing at the same time, the sun already dipping below the horizon in the west.
"I got here first!" Gon declared amidst his laughter. "I beat yo-..." he suddenly cut off mid-speech, realizing the other boy wasn't beside him, *hadn't* been this whole time. Gon looked back the way he came with a sigh, shoulders sagging and feeling more than a little bit lonely.
"Killua..."
He'd been thinking about him more and more lately. His best and dearest friend, the young ex-assassin had been his traveling companion and constant source of support when he first became a Hunter. They'd parted ways about a year ago, wanting to show his sister the wonders of the world after being in each other's company almost nonstop since Gon's completion of the Hunter Exam. They'd shared all the good and the bad that came afterward, their bonds deepening after one too many near-death experiences, and now it felt like forever since he'd last seen him.
Gon glanced once more at the way he came, almost hopeful, before turning back to the front door and opening it.
"I'm home," he announced rather flatly, the door clicking shut behind him.
"Welcome back," a voice answered from the next room. Aunt Mito emerged from the kitchen, wiping her hands with a towel. "How was your day?"
"Lousy," Gon answered, setting his stuff down by the door and replacing his shoes with a pair of fuzzy green indoor slippers. The disappointment was evident in his tone. "Couldn't catch a thing. Stupid line kept fouling on me." He sighed dejectedly, shaking his head. "I don't know..."
"Then maybe this will cheer you up," Aunt Mito said with a small smile, walking up to Gon and guiding him into the dining area. Gon's eyes widened when he caught sight of the dining table.
Today was May 5th.
"Happy fifteenth birthday, Gon!" Aunt Mito and Grandma chimed together, clapping their hands lightly. A freshly baked chocolate cake dominated the table setting, two white and red candles in the shape of the numbers one and five sitting atop it. A large bowl of spaghetti was on the near side of the table next to another bowl of fried chicken legs and thighs, and on the far end a sizeable ham was nestled onto a serving platter, a tall cold pitcher of iced tea next to it. It wasn't all that extravagant, but it was still quite a feast for their humble household.
"Aunt Mito, I told you, you shouldn't have," Gon said with a smile, a faint tint of red on his cheeks. "There's just the three of us, there's too much!"
"Now, now," his great-grandmother politely admonished. "You've grown up so fast, this is all we get to do for you anymore."
"That's not true, Grandma."
"She's right," Aunt Mito added. "You've grown up to be such a fine young man these past few years, we sort of miss the time when we used to take care of you."
"You still do..."
"...But not as much as before," she finished, her smile slightly faltering. "I guess we just want to enjoy having our little Gon for just awhile longer." Gon's face reddened even more at that, not knowing what to say and more than a little embarrassed at the attention. "Well, enough of this silly talk; we've got a birthday to celebrate!"
A shy, "Thank you," was all Gon could say, his face brighter than it was just a few minutes before.
The meal passed without incident, telling mostly stories reminiscing about Gon growing up, to which he silently thanked the gods none of his friends were present to hear. The three of them finished most of the food on the table, mostly because of Gon's own appetite despite what he'd said earlier, though about half the cake was still intact. That was when Grandma brought out a large tub of ice cream -- strawberry, of course! -- and they all sat around happily talking for awhile longer.
Now properly stuffed the young Hunter lounged on the couch, his jacket draped over the back, Grandma and Aunt Mito in the kitchen washing the dishes. He'd wanted to help but they insisted on doing it themselves, and it was Gon's special day after all. So he retreated to the livingroom, flipping randomly through the channels on the flatscreen television he'd had put in a while back -- an older model from one of the only electronics stores around, not that big or expensive, but reliable. He'd bought it because he wanted to show his appreciation for his aunt, a Mother's Day gift as thanks for all she'd done for him, though for a while he'd tried it as a distraction from his own growing restlessness. Gon much preferred spending his free time outdoors though, and as such the distraction from the device didn't last very long. It wasn't working much now either, Gon flipping through the channels for anything to hold his interest. Still, two things on the news channels did catch his attention:
First, an update on the freak thunderstorm that had happened in some city (he forgot the name) on the mainland a few days ago. The power was still out in most of the city, and it might be days still before they get everything up and running again, but thankfully no one was seriously hurt as a result.
And second, a storm had rolled in out of nowhere, canceling all travel by boat between Whale Island and the mainland. Also, it seemed the weather system was tracking toward Whale Island, and would make landfall in a few short hours.
He frowned at that last report; normally he would have detected the incoming storm himself with how attuned he was to his environment, but he'd been too distracted as of late to notice. Gon looked out the window, noting the light drizzle that was steadily getting worse. It was rare to have such bad weather this time of year, but it happens -- the weather was becoming more and more unpredictable each year. A brief flash of lightning lit the sky for an instant, and that feeling of loneliness from earlier started creeping into his consciousness again.
'Lightning...'
Shaking his head Gon grabbed his cellphone and turned it on, as he didn't want to be disturbed when he went fishing, flipping open the beetle-shaped device and logging onto his e-mail account. The screen showed several messages had been received that day, and Gon proceeded to look though them for a bit. Highlights include:
From Zushi: "Greetings on your birthday, Gon-san! I hope you're doing OK. Wing-san sends his regards as well. Stay safe!" Gon smiled. It was nice to know that he was trying stay in touch, and answered with a quick thank you with a smiley face at the end.
From Palm: "Happy birthday. You still owe me for that date..." Gon winced, and *really* hoped she was just joking...
From Knuckle: "MAKE YOUR WOMAN HAPPY! INCREASE YOUR PENIS SIZE..." He stopped reading at that, sent Knuckle an e-mail that his account had been hacked, and quickly deleted the message.
From Bisky: "Happy 15th, Gon! Don't slack off! P.S.: Send me a pic sometime! ;)" Gon thought for a moment, opened the camera app, stretched out his arm, and did the best "Bitch, please!" pose he could muster, before sending her the photo. Biscuit's prompt reply was an e-mail that read: "Squeeeee!!! >D"
From Morel: "Happy b-day! Try not to lose an arm this year!" 'Ha ha, very funny,' he thought with a pout, and said as much in his reply.
The next one brought a huge smile to Gon's face.
From Leorio: "Happy 15th birthday, Gon!" Attached was a photo of a Kurapika sitting up in a hospital bed, smiling at the camera. He still looked a bit weak, but appeared to be doing much better compared to the last time. Their expedition to the Dark Continent, and the events surrounding it, really did a number on him both physically and mentally. They've never really talked about what happened over there, and he didn't want to pry... At least they seemed much closer now as a result. He sent them a quick thank you, hoping that Kurapika completes his recovery soon.
Gon scrolled through the messages again, even looking through some of the older ones, stopping after a few minutes with a depressed sigh: Killua hadn't sent him a message.
It had been some time since he'd last heard from him. Quite some time. They'd kept in touch, of course; sometimes they'd trade e-mails well into the night and into the next day, others it'd be weeks, even months before he heard from him again. He didn't think he'd forget about his birthday, but he was traveling with his little sister after all, introducing her to the wonders of a world she'd never seen before, it was entirely possible that he was just busy or somewhere without any service. Logging out Gon pushed those thoughts aside, but somewhere deep down, he couldn't help but feel a little... hurt.
Ever since his return to Whale Island, after those first few weeks, Gon couldn't shake the feeling that something important was missing in his life.
'I want to see you again...'
He took one more look at the worsening weather and shut off the TV, Gon deciding to turn in for the night, maybe take a quick bath first, and was about to tell Aunt Mito when a knock came from the front door. Now? In such bad weather? When the knocking came a second time Gon stood up, grabbing his green jacket and slipping it on. "I'll get it!" Halfway to the door the knocking came a third time, this time much more insistent. "I'm coming! Geez..." Undoing the latch he opened the door partway, looking through the opening. The person standing there came as a complete surprise.
Before him stood his best friend's sister, Alluka Zoldyck.
"A-Alluka?!" Gon's demeanor brightened immediately, chocolate-brown eyes beaming as he opened the door fully to let her in. He knew he wouldn't forget! "It *is* you! You're soaking wet, what're you doing here?! Is Killua with you?" He quickly shed his jacket and moved to put it around her, excitedly looking around behind her for his best friend. Seeing he wasn't there he turned to the little girl, "Alluka, where's Killua? Isn't he here with you? If this is a joke..." When no reply came and she kept her eyes downcast he froze, a growing sense of dread edging into his voice. "...Alluka?"
Gon visibly paled at what he heard her say.
"They took him! They took Onii-chan! Please, you have to help him!!!"
~*~TO BE CONTINUED...~*~
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CHAPTER NOTES: Now I realize this type of fic isn't really all that unique, as a myriad of others have tried to write similar stories with varying degrees of success. I only hope that I do some justice to the fandom with this story, and that all those who read it will enjoy themselves. Chapter Two will be up soon, and though it'll be a little while still before the story really picks up, I do hope you'll give this fic a chance. Well anyway, that's all for now! And thank you for your time!
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Chapter 01: An X Unexpected X Visitor
By: Nobuhiko Satori
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AUTHOR'S NOTES: Chapter one! Go! Go! Go!!! :D
WARNING: Before you go any further, please be warned that this is a yaoi fanfic. That is, it is about a romantic and/or sexual relationship between males. And please note that this fanfic will contain violent and disturbing imagery, as well as graphic and explicit sexual situations. Do not continue reading if any of this offends you in any way.
DISCLAIMER: The story contained within this fanfic is the sole property of the author. Hunter X Hunter and all related characters and trademarks are the sole property of Shueisha/Madhouse/Yoshihiro Togashi, and all other trademarks mentioned herein are the sole property of their respective copyright owners, and the author makes no claims as to owning them. This fanfic is made purely for entertainment purposes only and is completely non-profit. No copyright infringement is intended.
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LEGENDS KEY:
"Text" = speech
'Text' = thoughts, quotations in speech
*Text* = italics, emphasis
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"This can't be happening..."
It had been a bright, sunny day. Birds chirping, sun shining, gentle breeze blowing -- a perfect day by all accounts. He'd left just after lunch, headed down to his favorite spot and hunkered down for an afternoon of fishing, maybe jump into the water afterwards to cool down. Today was special, he'd even gotten a new set of lures just for today, and it had started with great promise.
This was the fourth time today that he'd fouled his fishing line.
"Fuck," Gon Freecss cursed as he tried once more to untangle his line, sucking on a sore fingertip and getting more than a little bit frustrated. After several minutes and dreading having to use the wirecutter the fourteen-year old Hunter finally loosened the fishing line just enough to start working it back to where it was useable, before casting it again with a deft flick of his wrist.
For a long while he just watched the bright red float bob along the surface of the water, chocolate-brown eyes scanning for signs of a fish -- *any* fish -- taking his bait. Nothing. Not even a ripple. Absently Gon glanced to his right, at the empty space that had been beside him the whole afternoon. Briefly the image of a boy about his age flashed in his mind; a confident stance, lithe powerful build, soft silvery hair and sapphire-blue eyes were clear in his mind's eye, if only for an instant. He'd probably be making fun of his predicament right now...
Heart sinking and writing off the day as a total failure, Gon turned to his fishing rod. After twisting the selector for the gearing mechanism, he flicked the release and reeled in his fishing line, smoothly coiling within the handle automatically until it clicked to a stop. He removed the bait from the hook and chucked it into the lake, collapsing the rod itself for easy transport.
He noted that as soon as the discarded bait hit the water, a rather sizeable catfish proceeded to gobble it up, right in front of him.
"Cheeky bastard. You're next!" he said with a pout.
Stowing away his gear and dusting off his green shorts, Gon began the long walk back to his house. A quick look up showed dark clouds starting to gather too, signaling rain later. Still he took his time, in no real hurry to get home and tell Aunt Mito how badly his day had gone. The dirt path felt much longer than usual, stopping only once when a pair of deer leapt across, and as the minutes trickled by Gon's mind began to wander.
The boy from earlier was there again, walking alongside him. He was distracting him with small talk and trying to cheer him up, that he could try again tomorrow; it got old quickly. A few minutes passed before Gon noticed him picking up the pace, Gon speeding up himself to keep up, and it wasn't long before the two were in a full-blown race, dashing along the dirt path and barely avoiding each other as they both tried to get ahead, jumping over exposed tree roots and ducking under low-hanging branches 'til they reached the steps of Gon house, panting heavily and laughing at the same time, the sun already dipping below the horizon in the west.
"I got here first!" Gon declared amidst his laughter. "I beat yo-..." he suddenly cut off mid-speech, realizing the other boy wasn't beside him, *hadn't* been this whole time. Gon looked back the way he came with a sigh, shoulders sagging and feeling more than a little bit lonely.
"Killua..."
He'd been thinking about him more and more lately. His best and dearest friend, the young ex-assassin had been his traveling companion and constant source of support when he first became a Hunter. They'd parted ways about a year ago, wanting to show his sister the wonders of the world after being in each other's company almost nonstop since Gon's completion of the Hunter Exam. They'd shared all the good and the bad that came afterward, their bonds deepening after one too many near-death experiences, and now it felt like forever since he'd last seen him.
Gon glanced once more at the way he came, almost hopeful, before turning back to the front door and opening it.
"I'm home," he announced rather flatly, the door clicking shut behind him.
"Welcome back," a voice answered from the next room. Aunt Mito emerged from the kitchen, wiping her hands with a towel. "How was your day?"
"Lousy," Gon answered, setting his stuff down by the door and replacing his shoes with a pair of fuzzy green indoor slippers. The disappointment was evident in his tone. "Couldn't catch a thing. Stupid line kept fouling on me." He sighed dejectedly, shaking his head. "I don't know..."
"Then maybe this will cheer you up," Aunt Mito said with a small smile, walking up to Gon and guiding him into the dining area. Gon's eyes widened when he caught sight of the dining table.
Today was May 5th.
"Happy fifteenth birthday, Gon!" Aunt Mito and Grandma chimed together, clapping their hands lightly. A freshly baked chocolate cake dominated the table setting, two white and red candles in the shape of the numbers one and five sitting atop it. A large bowl of spaghetti was on the near side of the table next to another bowl of fried chicken legs and thighs, and on the far end a sizeable ham was nestled onto a serving platter, a tall cold pitcher of iced tea next to it. It wasn't all that extravagant, but it was still quite a feast for their humble household.
"Aunt Mito, I told you, you shouldn't have," Gon said with a smile, a faint tint of red on his cheeks. "There's just the three of us, there's too much!"
"Now, now," his great-grandmother politely admonished. "You've grown up so fast, this is all we get to do for you anymore."
"That's not true, Grandma."
"She's right," Aunt Mito added. "You've grown up to be such a fine young man these past few years, we sort of miss the time when we used to take care of you."
"You still do..."
"...But not as much as before," she finished, her smile slightly faltering. "I guess we just want to enjoy having our little Gon for just awhile longer." Gon's face reddened even more at that, not knowing what to say and more than a little embarrassed at the attention. "Well, enough of this silly talk; we've got a birthday to celebrate!"
A shy, "Thank you," was all Gon could say, his face brighter than it was just a few minutes before.
The meal passed without incident, telling mostly stories reminiscing about Gon growing up, to which he silently thanked the gods none of his friends were present to hear. The three of them finished most of the food on the table, mostly because of Gon's own appetite despite what he'd said earlier, though about half the cake was still intact. That was when Grandma brought out a large tub of ice cream -- strawberry, of course! -- and they all sat around happily talking for awhile longer.
Now properly stuffed the young Hunter lounged on the couch, his jacket draped over the back, Grandma and Aunt Mito in the kitchen washing the dishes. He'd wanted to help but they insisted on doing it themselves, and it was Gon's special day after all. So he retreated to the livingroom, flipping randomly through the channels on the flatscreen television he'd had put in a while back -- an older model from one of the only electronics stores around, not that big or expensive, but reliable. He'd bought it because he wanted to show his appreciation for his aunt, a Mother's Day gift as thanks for all she'd done for him, though for a while he'd tried it as a distraction from his own growing restlessness. Gon much preferred spending his free time outdoors though, and as such the distraction from the device didn't last very long. It wasn't working much now either, Gon flipping through the channels for anything to hold his interest. Still, two things on the news channels did catch his attention:
First, an update on the freak thunderstorm that had happened in some city (he forgot the name) on the mainland a few days ago. The power was still out in most of the city, and it might be days still before they get everything up and running again, but thankfully no one was seriously hurt as a result.
And second, a storm had rolled in out of nowhere, canceling all travel by boat between Whale Island and the mainland. Also, it seemed the weather system was tracking toward Whale Island, and would make landfall in a few short hours.
He frowned at that last report; normally he would have detected the incoming storm himself with how attuned he was to his environment, but he'd been too distracted as of late to notice. Gon looked out the window, noting the light drizzle that was steadily getting worse. It was rare to have such bad weather this time of year, but it happens -- the weather was becoming more and more unpredictable each year. A brief flash of lightning lit the sky for an instant, and that feeling of loneliness from earlier started creeping into his consciousness again.
'Lightning...'
Shaking his head Gon grabbed his cellphone and turned it on, as he didn't want to be disturbed when he went fishing, flipping open the beetle-shaped device and logging onto his e-mail account. The screen showed several messages had been received that day, and Gon proceeded to look though them for a bit. Highlights include:
From Zushi: "Greetings on your birthday, Gon-san! I hope you're doing OK. Wing-san sends his regards as well. Stay safe!" Gon smiled. It was nice to know that he was trying stay in touch, and answered with a quick thank you with a smiley face at the end.
From Palm: "Happy birthday. You still owe me for that date..." Gon winced, and *really* hoped she was just joking...
From Knuckle: "MAKE YOUR WOMAN HAPPY! INCREASE YOUR PENIS SIZE..." He stopped reading at that, sent Knuckle an e-mail that his account had been hacked, and quickly deleted the message.
From Bisky: "Happy 15th, Gon! Don't slack off! P.S.: Send me a pic sometime! ;)" Gon thought for a moment, opened the camera app, stretched out his arm, and did the best "Bitch, please!" pose he could muster, before sending her the photo. Biscuit's prompt reply was an e-mail that read: "Squeeeee!!! >D"
From Morel: "Happy b-day! Try not to lose an arm this year!" 'Ha ha, very funny,' he thought with a pout, and said as much in his reply.
The next one brought a huge smile to Gon's face.
From Leorio: "Happy 15th birthday, Gon!" Attached was a photo of a Kurapika sitting up in a hospital bed, smiling at the camera. He still looked a bit weak, but appeared to be doing much better compared to the last time. Their expedition to the Dark Continent, and the events surrounding it, really did a number on him both physically and mentally. They've never really talked about what happened over there, and he didn't want to pry... At least they seemed much closer now as a result. He sent them a quick thank you, hoping that Kurapika completes his recovery soon.
Gon scrolled through the messages again, even looking through some of the older ones, stopping after a few minutes with a depressed sigh: Killua hadn't sent him a message.
It had been some time since he'd last heard from him. Quite some time. They'd kept in touch, of course; sometimes they'd trade e-mails well into the night and into the next day, others it'd be weeks, even months before he heard from him again. He didn't think he'd forget about his birthday, but he was traveling with his little sister after all, introducing her to the wonders of a world she'd never seen before, it was entirely possible that he was just busy or somewhere without any service. Logging out Gon pushed those thoughts aside, but somewhere deep down, he couldn't help but feel a little... hurt.
Ever since his return to Whale Island, after those first few weeks, Gon couldn't shake the feeling that something important was missing in his life.
'I want to see you again...'
He took one more look at the worsening weather and shut off the TV, Gon deciding to turn in for the night, maybe take a quick bath first, and was about to tell Aunt Mito when a knock came from the front door. Now? In such bad weather? When the knocking came a second time Gon stood up, grabbing his green jacket and slipping it on. "I'll get it!" Halfway to the door the knocking came a third time, this time much more insistent. "I'm coming! Geez..." Undoing the latch he opened the door partway, looking through the opening. The person standing there came as a complete surprise.
Before him stood his best friend's sister, Alluka Zoldyck.
"A-Alluka?!" Gon's demeanor brightened immediately, chocolate-brown eyes beaming as he opened the door fully to let her in. He knew he wouldn't forget! "It *is* you! You're soaking wet, what're you doing here?! Is Killua with you?" He quickly shed his jacket and moved to put it around her, excitedly looking around behind her for his best friend. Seeing he wasn't there he turned to the little girl, "Alluka, where's Killua? Isn't he here with you? If this is a joke..." When no reply came and she kept her eyes downcast he froze, a growing sense of dread edging into his voice. "...Alluka?"
Gon visibly paled at what he heard her say.
"They took him! They took Onii-chan! Please, you have to help him!!!"
~*~TO BE CONTINUED...~*~
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CHAPTER NOTES: Now I realize this type of fic isn't really all that unique, as a myriad of others have tried to write similar stories with varying degrees of success. I only hope that I do some justice to the fandom with this story, and that all those who read it will enjoy themselves. Chapter Two will be up soon, and though it'll be a little while still before the story really picks up, I do hope you'll give this fic a chance. Well anyway, that's all for now! And thank you for your time!
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