"Kastro." Hisoka stated, making Aki nearly choke at the mention of... that person. She pounded her fist on her chest and immediately drank the water offered to her by Hisoka. She coughed and wiped her mouth at the back of her hand.
Hisoka smirked in amusement. Aki merely glared at the red head.
"Ha ha. Why are you having a match with him again?" Aki asked, laughing dryly. Hisoka shrugged his shoulders. Aki shook her head at that, starting to eat her second box of sweets. Then, an idea came to her.
"Oyaji!" The red head was slightly surprised when Aki had suddenly turned to him with wide sparkling eyes—a face that reminded Hisoka of Gon. It made Hisoka wonder if maybe Gon and Killua were influencing Aki too much.
Oh, who was anyone kidding, those two boys had already crawled under Aki's skin and latched on. Hisoka knew that the time will come when Aki decides to leave his side, choosing to hang out more with kids her age.
"Let's spar!" Aki exclaimed excitedly, still munching on her sweets. Hisoka chuckled in amusement.
"Why the excitement?" Hisoka questioned.
"I want to test my Nen." Aki replied in between chews. Hisoka nearly raised a brow. It was barely a month since Aki learned Nen—and from what Hisoka knew, she had only ever practiced Ten, a defensive technique.
Aki was nowhere near ready to fight with just Nen, so far as Hisoka was concerned. However, one look at Aki's sparkling eyes, Hisoka couldn't help but give in.
"Alright~ Finish your food first." Hisoka said, patting Aki's back. The dark-haired girl nodded enthusiastically and started golfing down the cakes.
Oh well, it was her funeral. Hisoka was sure to make it extravagant, nonetheless.
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Aki
The fight ended up like this:
I barfed all the cakes that I downed.
Maybe I should have thought it through when I invited Oyaji for a fight. Like usual, he didn't even bother holding back. The result? I got a taste of what Gon experienced with the Tops guy.
Hit after hit, Hisoka was relentless in his attacks. I couldn't do anything else but block with my inept Ten. Hell, I didn't know it was hard to keep up the thin layer of Nen surrounding my body.
I swore to Hisoka that I wasn't going to use any chakra in this fight. Well, wrong move. For the last five minutes since the fight started, I couldn't even manage to switch to the offensive. I was stuck defending against Hisoka's continuous blows.
Suddenly, something tugged on my torso, pulling me towards Hisoka swiftly. Hisoka's fist struck me on the jaw and my head snapped back. That hurt... a lot. I managed to dodge his next punch. But again, I felt a thug on my body, and I lost my balance. This time, the crazy clown hit me square on the face again.
I raised my arms in defense to the barrage of attacks against his fists. I lowered my body, swinging my leg underneath Hisoka's and caught him off guard. That gave me a second, long enough to finally land a hit on Hisoka.
The clown merely smirked, and immediately defended on my next attack. I clicked my tongue in annoyance. This is so one sided. How is he even doing that tugging thing?
I got my answer when I remembered how I can use my chakra to mold thin strings then attach it to things. It gave me an idea. Usually, chakra strings can be visible if you concentrate. But since this is Nen we're talking about, it's safe to say that it wouldn't be as easy to look for it—with the micropyles and all.
If I apply the law that chakra strings can be cut off by something coated by chakra too, then Nen strings can definitely be cut by Nen too. The theory was worth trying out. So, I tried to will my Nen to not just surround my whole body. I visualized the thin coating to draw back into a small blade on my palm.
Suddenly, a force collided with me from my side and I was thrown off my feet. I collided against the wall and it caved in under the force of the hit. I groaned in frustration.
Guess it won't be as easy as I thought.
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It was a complete victory.
For Hisoka, that is.
My face was a complete mess. I threw up and I felt sore all over. I am so making him pay for that. The only plus to this one-sided plummeting was that it broadened my concept of Nen. If only I managed to finish my Nen blade in the making, maybe I'd have stood a better chance.
Still, what Hisoka didn't inform me was that today was also his match! Ugh... to think he agreed to spar with me with an upcoming match. What if he suffered a severe injury from our fight? The idiot.
After biding him goodbye, Hisoka went off to prepare for his match. I didn't bother coming along because I've already suffered enough mental damage to know what he does before a fight. Right now, I'm headed to Gon's room because I know he'd be itching to watch Hisoka's match.
"C-chrome?" I jolted in surprise at the sound of a voice that I knew too well. From behind me, Killua was looking at me with wide eyes. Act normal, act normal—I chanted in my head.
"Hey!" I tried to greet him as Gon would. However, Killua didn't return the greeting. Confused, I frowned at him. However, he wouldn't even meet my eyes. What's his problem now? I thought he wanted to be friends...
Deciding to ignore him, I continued walk towards Gon's room with Killua right behind me. I bit my lip. How should I act with Killua anyway? He said he wanted to be friends... I told him I did too. So, does that mean we're already friends?
I looked back at Killua to catch him looking at me. He stopped when he realized that he's been caught staring, only to look away again. Talk about awkward. Suddenly, I felt awkward too.
Should I... call him a nickname? I heard someone say that giving one to yor friends will make you closer (A /N: Actually for girlfriends and boyfriends.) Gon said he was fine with just the usual. What about Killua? I peeked at him from the corners of my eyes.
"K-kil." I muttered under my breath. A shiver ran down my spine when I realized that the nickname sounded a lot like the English word 'kill'. I knew it—Killua's name really is the combination of kill and killer....
Both Killua and I didn't say anything else to each other when we both stopped in front of Gon's door. He opened it without delay and a smile was immediately on his face. I couldn't help but frown.
Why is it that Killua only smiles like that when Gon's involved?
"Oi Gon, I got something good." I entered the room after Killua only to see Gon doing one handed, upside-down push ups. I had an unplanned heart attack. The hell is up with Gon?! He shouldn't be able to do that just yet! He's gonna strain his body. I mean, it could be my technique at work, when I used that medical--
Medical Ninjutsu.
Now that's weird. I heard a voice in my head... like my memory is acting up.
Still, getting back to the subject, Gon wasn't supposed to be able to move this early. But to think that he would heal much sooner, it must be genetics.
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"—every KO led to death. Hey, are you even listening?" I spared a glance to Killua and shrugged.
"Not really." I replied shrugging. Killua gave me a deadpanned look before letting out a sigh.
"Whatever." He continued his chat with Gon while I devoured my third glass of vanilla milkshake.
"But he lost three matches..." Gon spoke up. Killua quickly intervened and gave Gon a full detail of how Oyaji lost.
"So, his opponent is someone named Kastro." My reaction to the name this time was less severe than last time. I mean, it wasn't as if I was scared of him. More of creeped out.
"Something wrong Chrome?" Gon asked. I shook my head and waved my hand dismissively. After we left the restaurant, we started to head back. Killua continued his report about Oyaji and Kastro's past. That guy had the means.
"You could say they had history. Apparently, they both registered together so they can fight at the same date. If we're lucky, we'll get to see Hisoka go all out." Ah... that's right, Oyaji's fight is today. Which reminds me, I left the ticket in my room.
"Are you sure it's okay though? Me watching a match?" Gon asked as he looked at Killua with furrowed brows. The silverette merely shrugged his shoulders.
"Of course! You're just going to watch a match anyway. It isn't training in Nen." Both Killua and Gon were surprised when Wing stood in front of them as they got off the escalator.
"No, you can't, Gon-kun. It is still considered Nen training." Wing reprimanded. Ah, so that's what this is all about. Gon quietly looked dejected while Killua let out a sigh.
"Well, I guess you're going to watch a tape. I'm going to watch the live match." Killua teased, throwing his hands back.
"Aww, that's too bad." Gon pouted, dejected at the pronouncement.
"Want to join me?" I hummed in surprise when Killua turned to me and... asked me to join him.
"Uh... sure." I replied. It shouldn't hurt right? I started to walk beside him towards the stage where Hisoka's match would be held. But before we could walk too far, Gon yelled in a loud and clear voice.
"Have fun on your date you guys!!!" It was a good thing that I was wearing a high-collared shirt because I was sure as heck that my cheeks were tainted red.
"It's not a date, you idiot!!" Killua yelled out in retort as he looked back. I didn't dare glance behind me, choosing to walk ahead. I know that I'm a girl. But Killua, Gon, Oyaji, and everyone else doesn't know about it. They all think I'm a boy. And seriously, so do I.
~End of #11~