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  Fandom:
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  Relationship:
      Gon_Freecs/Hisoka
  Character:
      Gon_Freecs, Hisoka_(Hunter_X_Hunter), Ging_Freecs, Killua_Zoldyck, Illumi
      Zoldyck, Kurapika_(Hunter_x_Hunter), Leorio_Paladiknight
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      Published: 2016-05-30 Updated: 2018-02-25 Chapters: 6/? Words: 6188
****** The Magician's Son ******
by Keefer_(Xiel)
Summary
     Raised by Hisoka, Gon knew nothing but the desire to please the
     magician, no matter the means.
Notes
     I'm back! After a year and a half, I am less fucked than I was then.
     Slightly, but it's more manageable now. Any who, I had this thought a
     while back: what if Gon was raised by Hisoka and not Mito? This story
     ensued, and I am so sorry.
     I literally wrote this twenty minutes ago, so please point out any
     flaws.
***** A Foxbear and her cubs *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
“Hisoka!” The voice came ringing down from the mountains surrounding the house,
a young boy running full out came scrambling down the nearest hill, his feet
almost tripping underneath his body. The boy was 11 at most, his small body
lithe from years of playing in the outdoors with no one but animals for
company. He had black hair that shone green in the sunlight, the same green
that grew on the trees. His hazel eyes sparkled with innocence and wonderment,
his attention held by everything around him. He was one of the few children who
lived on Whale Island, a under populated fishing town that held nothing for a
boy like him. 
The man that he ran towards was cut from the same cloth as the boy. Tall and
completely white, the man stood out from everyone else that lived on that
island. His complexion was one of the few things that separated him from the
rest of the villagers, his manner of dress had him standing out from everyone
else also. He would dye his hair vibrant colours, the one of choice currently
was red. His face was covered in paint, a star and tear drop gracing his
cheeks. The clothes that he wore were loud and extravagant, the clothes that
the boy liked to call his “Clown Clothes”. 
But it matters not what these two characters looked like, or what they seem
like to outsiders. You, dear readers, know them better as Gon Freecs and Hisoka
Morow. But this story is not how you heard it before, there is something
different about this tale, something that changed the history of Gon and his
adventures of becoming a hunter to find his father. 
This story takes a turn months before Gon was even born, on a simple day that
Ging Freecs decides to create a special game, a game just for hunters. 
It was during his creation of this game that a man by the name of Hisoka came
to learn of this new development in the hunter world. He had been searching for
Ging for years, the knowledge of a hunter that could mimic the Nen of others
had his skin tingling. He sought desperately for this distraction from his
boredom. Hisoka actually stumbled upon Greed Island by accident, the barrier
Nen of Ging’s friends not yet activated. It was there that Hisoka stumbled upon
Ging, but not before the man himself was carrying Gon. There was something
about the life that was within Ging that had Hisoka hiding, waiting until the
new being had emerged from Ging. 
Eight and a half months later, Ging gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. Three
hours after that, Hisoka had a new son. The child was in his arms before he
knew it, Ging never the wiser.
Fast forward ten years, Hisoka and Gon now living in the house that once
belonged to the sister of Ging, rumours of the woman going missing after a
strange man and boy visited her a few months back. The official story was that
she was on a much needed vacation and the two were taking care of her house,
but no one believed that. Stories were whispered and tales spread, but none
could hold any ground, not when the child was the embodiment of purity. People
were still hesitant to go up to the old Freecs place, a over looming dread hung
over the place, as if the desire to kill permeated the very ground. 
They weren’t very wrong, the ground that the house stood on had been prey to a
rain of blood time and time again, not just by Hisoka. 
There had been multiple times that Hisoka had gone running into the woods,
following the cries of Gon, to find him with the body of a small creature in
his arms. There were excuses at the start, he was attacked, or he had been
startled. Soon those excuses all but disappeared, Gon walking or running back
to the house with blood in his hair as the size of his prey escalated in size.
Every time that he came to tell Hisoka the story of what he killed that day,
the older man smiled down at him, patting his head as he oozed praise for the
small boy. Gon drank in every word, putting together his next plan to extract
praise from Hisoka again. 
This brings us back to the beginning of our story, to Gon running down the hill
towards Hisoka, a smile breaking apart his face as he could imagine the words
that Hisoka would say when he saw what the boy did. The desire for praise
carried the boy to the point of falling down the hill, sprawling at Hisoka’s
feet. Sitting up quickly, Gon looked up with a cheery note in his voice,
“Hisoka! You have to see this!”
Hisoka looked down at the boy, his amusement contained only by his mild
curiosity. What was it that had Gon in such high spirits? With a intrigued huff
of air, Hisoka followed after the boy, smiling each time Gon turned around to
make sure that Hisoka was still following him. The smell of blood grew stronger
the deeper that they entered the forest, it was after fifteen minutes of
heading straight into the woods that Hisoka started to question the strength of
the odour, Gon's usual prey not large enough to produce a smell of this
magnitude. Finally, Gon brought Hisoka into a clearing, the taller man having
to duck down through a gap in the shrubbery in order to even enter the empty
space. Once he straightened up he froze, his eyes drinking in the sight before
him. 
The gutted corpse of a fully grown foxbear lay on the ground, six cubs lying
around it, heads crushed into the ground. Hisoka drank in the sight, the
feeling of Gon’s eyes on his face burned. Hisoka remained motionless for a
while before turning to look down at the boy. His face was full of hunger and
pure bliss, the untapped potential that the boy had displayed made Hisoka ache
with need, his body shuddering as he said simply, “Gon, you have promise after
all."
That was a moment that Gon would never forget for the rest of his life,
something that sparked a trail of events that would shape his life in a way
that he would never be able to imagine.
His path towards Ging had just started, his future inevitably tangled with the
father that he never knew. 
Chapter End Notes
     So I'm going to say this now. I have no understanding of mental
     ailments or abuse so please speak up if I am doing anything wrong or
     have misspoken.
     Also, this story is going to get smutty and hisogon fucked up. Of
     course. So not your cup of tea? Then stop reading.
     This story is being written in my head right now, so if there is
     anything you want to see, please tell me. I'll take any and all ideas
     to further and better this story.
***** Family Relations *****
Chapter Summary
     Hisoka announces his plans for Gon.
Chapter Notes
     So this guy is a nice short one, but I had to get the plot going and
     this was the best way to do it.
Gon had always known that Hisoka was not his father; the subject had never been
brought up or discussed before, but it was something that Gon never had to
learn. He just, knew.
The topic was finally discussed several days after the death of the Foxbear and
her cubs, Gon and Hisoka standing in the kitchen doing the dishes after their
evening meal. There was no precedence for the conversation, and it came out of
seemingly no where. Gon was simply drying a dish, his hands looking smaller
than usual holding a cream dinner plate, when he asked, “Who’s my real dad?”
Hisoka paused, looking up from his actions to gaze down at the child, “Hmmm~,
isn’t that the question.”
Gon huffed, putting down the dish towel and pouting at Hisoka, “Come on Hisoka,
I want a serious answer.”
Hisoka smiled, drying his hands off before leaning against the counter, “Okay
Gon, serious answer. His name is Ging Freecs, hunter. I took you from him right
after you were born,” Hisoka paused, his mouth twitching for a second before he
continued, “He didn’t deserve you.”
Gon nodded in understanding, his hands continuing their previously assigned
task, “I’m glad you did.”
The silence filled the room as Hisoka pondered the words that Gon had just
spoken, “What makes you say that fruit?”
Gon blushed at the nickname, his hands faltering, nearly dropping his dish
cloth, “I couldn’t have asked for a better mentor. You taught me everything I
know after all.”
There was nothing more to be said, both going back to their dishes in
comfortable silence. The topic would not come up again until the day that a
boat landed in Whale Island’s harbour, carrying promise of voyage to the Hunter
trials. The word got to the small home on the top of the hill, Hisoka spending
hours in thought after he heard the news. Gon found him later that day sitting
dramatically under the light of the setting sun, the glow covering him in a
warm bask through the living room window.
Gon stood looking at Hisoka for just a brief moment before climbing onto his
lap and placing his head on Hisoka’s shoulder. His feet dangled slightly, hands
relaxed against his legs as he pondered, “What’s wrong Hisoka?”
Hisoka hummed, his fingers tapping against his chin in reverie. Gon watched
patiently, large eyes gazing at the man as Hisoka took his time collecting his
thoughts. Hisoka lower his hand, placing one on the arm rest and the other
around Gon’s waist, “Gon, I have an idea, but I don’t know how you will like
it…”
Gon nodded, his head never leaving Hisoka’s shoulder, “You know you don’t need
to ask me anything. Just tell me what to do and I’ll do it.”
Hisoka smiled, “Gon, I want you to become a Hunter with me.”
Gon blinked, a smile bursting across his face as he bolted up, facing Hisoka
full on, “You want me to do the hunter trials with you?!”
Hisoka grinned, his eyes narrowing at the excitement of the boy, “Yes Gon, but
that is not the only thing that I want you to do.”
Gon waited with eager anticipation, fidgeting back and forth as he waited for
Hisoka to continue. Hisoka watched with pleased eyes as Gon wiggled back and
forth on his lap, the boy moving faster with each passing second. Eventually
Hisoka grew bored of toying with the boy and stated, “I’m going to have you
kill your father.”
***** Red Sky *****
Chapter Notes
     Guess who finally wrote something!? Literally wrote this five minutes
     ago so be gentle with me. I hope to actually start updating this
     again now that I have the ability to write- however mediocre.
The boat rocked perilously in the wake of the storm, the floor boards lurching
and shuddering as waves crashed into the hull. The voices of the men who had
once been bragging about their prowess where silenced into nothing more than
gags and nauseated moans. Their bodies lay strewn about the room, curled up
upon themselves in order to find even a bit of relief. The ships captain made
his way down the halls, the sudden rise or fall of the floor made no difference
to his experienced gait. At every door he passed he peeked in, shaking his head
slowly at those suffering from paralyzing seasickness. It was only when he
approached the last room that this pattern stoped. The captains eyes sparkled
with joy as he finally found what he had been looking for. In the cramped
sleeping quarters he found four people who displayed the qualities he had been
hired to find.
There was a man sitting in the corner of the room; having found a perch on top
of a stack of crates, he was attempting to eat a sour apple, his face twisting
into repulsion as he spat out the unripe fruit. Another was lying peacefully on
a hammock, his eyes shut in reverence as he meditated. Lastly sat a man and a
young boy, the child sitting in his lap as he puzzled over an item that he
fumbled between his hands. The elder was focused on what the child was doing,
his one hand unconsciously running through the youths hair, a faint scraping
noise coming from where his nails dragged over the boy’s flesh.
Softly clearing his throat, the captain made himself known to the travellers,
letting them know they were to met him in the ships helm right away. The one on
the crates and the one in the hammock voiced their understanding of the
captains orders while the strange pair remained indifferent to the captain,
their attention stolen by something entirely different. The captain stared at
them a while longer, not understanding what the two found so fascinating about
an apple. With an exasperated gruff he walked away from the room, unsure of
what to think about this new group of potential hunters.
The storm continued as the group collected in the helm, not a word spoken
between the lot. The silence was only broken when the Capitan asked his routine
questions, the answering barely varying from the ones he had received from
previous years. The man called Leorio claimed his desire to be a hunter rooted
from his need for money. The second was named Kurapika; it took some prodding
from the Captain and Leorio before admitting that he sought to become a hunter
for revenge. The last man was Hisoka. He simply replied that he was bored.
Expecting no embelishment from the man, the captain finally moved onto Gon, not
sure what kind of reply he would get from the youth, never having seen someone
that young attempt the hunter trials before.
The boy looked up at him with ambition in his eyes, voice full of joy and
vigour as he replied, “I’m going to kill my Dad!”
There was nothing to be said after the boys statement, nothing could be said
after it. The appall and shock had silenced everyone in the room aside from Gon
and Hisoka. The boy was beaming, proud of his admittance and desire. Hisoka
grinned down at the boy, his hand tightening on the back on his neck where it
rested as a reminder of who Gon belonged to. Hisoka's teeth shone in the
lightening as his eyes became devoid of life, his bloodlust slowly creeping
into his face.
The shuddering of the boat snapped them out of their trance, Hisoka’s hand
unclenching from the boy’s neck, bruised fingerprints remaining on his skin.
Turning on his heels Hisoka left the room, Gon trailing behind him, seeking
approval from his mentor. Exchanging fleetling glances, Leorio and Kurapika
hesitantly followed after, not sure if they should be worried about Gon or not.
Once again the boat lurched from beneath their feet, the deck slipping away
from under them. The rain was a wall as it poured down around them, leaving
only a few feet of visibility. The wind howled, deafening all of those who were
unfortunate enough to be caught in it. The storm left the group deaf and blind
in their walk, still trailing after Hisoka and Gon. The pair was making their
way across the deck, seemingly unaware of the danger they were in. This fact
made itself painfully aware with the cry from one of the deck hands, his scream
nothing but a faint whisper over the crash of thunder and whirling wind.
Kurapika was the first to act, Leorio not even a second behind him. Both
immediately went to the rails of the ship, reaching out to where they last felt
the man to be. Their fingers reached out just faintly brushing the fabric of
his clothing before he fell out of reach.
There was another rustle of clothing that came from between the two men, a
flash of green launched between them and over the railing. Reacting just as
swiftly, Kurapika and Leorio both grabbed Gon’s legs, keeping him within safe
reach of the boat. The boy had managed to grab the deck hand by the scruff of
his shirt, the man dangling just inches above the raging sea.
Rain pelted down on Leorio and Kurapika, blinding them and making it hard to
see what was happening just below their hands. They could hear the mans relief,
his anxious laughter slowly ebbing away to confusion. His confusion quickly
gave away to panic once again, his words becoming pleas before a crash of the
waves against the boat silenced him. Gon became significantly lighter, allowing
both Leorio and Kurapika to drag him onto the ship once again.
The boy said nothing as he was brought back onto the boat, his face indifferent
to what had just happened. Out of mild panic Leorio gripped Gon’s shoulders,
shaking the boy slightly as he demanded to know what had happened to the man
they attempted to save.
Gon shrugged slightly, looking Leorio dead in the eye as he simply stated, “He
slipped out of my hands.”
***** Quiz Time *****
Chapter Notes
     I am trying to stick as close as I can right now to the actual story
     line, but it is not going to be so for long. The plot is going to be
     pretty much the same, but the major points are going to be vastly
     different so please bear with me as I slowly change this story. I
     appreciate all of you so much!!!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
It didn’t take long for the ship to arrive at their destination. The sea sick
crew and passengers unloading with shaking legs and green faces. The sounds of
groans and vomit echoed across the docks, well wishers and expecting family
members gave their help to those who needed it. Gon watched from the deck, a
small smile lighting on his face. There was something about watching them
stumble around that made Gon grin, almost like an animal with one too many legs
cut off.
This train of thought was broken when Hisoka came up behind him, placing a hot
hand on his shoulder. The touch surprised him, Gon not use to any casual
contact from the man. His eyes drifted up to Hisoka, waiting for him to speak
first. the man was looking down at the passengers as well, his entertainment
not as well hidden as Gon’s. He did not look away from the sight as he spoke,
his hand tightening as the words left his lips, “I want you to follow those
other two, see what you can learn from them. I’ll meet you at the test site.”
Gon nodded, happy to do what Hisoka told him to. He headed down the ramp with a
shout on his lips, hand waving at Kurapika as he ran towards him. Kurapika and
Leorio both turned around at Gon’s call, a look of confusion on both of their
faces. Gon skipped up to the two of them, joyous news on his lips, “The captain
told me something before I left, he said that we should head up to the tree on
the top of the hill.”
Kurapika turned to Leorio, his eyebrow raised as he did so, “Why are you
telling us this?”
Gon tilted his head slightly, his smile still on his face, “Because I was
hoping we could go together? Do you not want me to go with you?”
Once again, Leorio and Kurapika exchanged a glance, their eyes full of emotions
they were too terrified to say out loud. Hesitantly Leorio nodded, Kurapika
verbally giving their agreement, “We’d love to have you come along Gon.”
The boy cheered, skipping down the road headed towards the massive tree on top
of a distant hill. Watching as he did so, Leorio lowered his voice and head,
making sure that the boy could not hear him as he talked, “Are you sure this is
a good idea? He seems a bit off.”
Kurapika nodded slowly, his eyes never leaving the Gon’s back, “We need to keep
an eye on him. For our sake.”
Both stared after the boy for a moment before they followed after him,
hesitancy in every step.
It didn’t take long for them to catch up with Gon, the boy stopped before a
make shift stage in the middle of the alley way. As they approached they could
see that another man had been there before, his figure disappearing into a dark
doorway. Not giving them any time to take in the situation, the elderly woman
at the centre of the stage started to speak, her aged words reverberating down
the cobbled stones, “You boys are headed towards that tree on the hill correct?
To reach that tree, you must pass through this town. I shall administer a
single-question quiz. You’ll have five seconds to state your answer. Give the
wrong answer, and you’ll be disqualified. You’ll have to give up on this year’s
hunter exam.”
Leorio looked around, bending down slightly to whisper to Kurapika, “Hey,
what’s going on?”
Kurapika just shook his head, putting his fingers to his lips as he shushed the
other.
The old lady continued, her face remaining impassive as she spoke, “Your answer
will be either 1 or 2. Any other answer is considered incorrect.”
Kurapika nodded, taking in what the woman said with great reverence. Leorio on
the other hand started rambling, panic setting into his voice, “What kind of
quiz is this? Do we only get one question for all three of us? What if one of
us gets it wrong? Will all of us fail?”
Kurapika turned to glare at Leorio, hissing as he said, “Silence Leorio! Just
listen to the question!”
The woman continued, “Not another word. Say anything and I will consider it to
be your answer. Say anything but the answer and you will be disqualified. Here
is your question: Your son and daughter have been kidnapped, and you can only
rescue one. Select 1 for your daughter, and 2 for your son. Which will you
rescue?”
Gon stood to the side, his face dark and he puzzled over the answer. Kurapika
remained silent, counting the seconds down in his head as he hoped that Leorio
would remain quiet. His hope was not answered as he heard the man take a deep
inhale, ready to give the woman a piece of her mind. Kurapika turned around in
an instant, hands flying over Leorio's mouth in a desperate attempt to shut him
up. Leorio grunted, his face a slew of confusion.
Finally the old woman spoke again, “Time’s up.”
Kurapika removed his hands from Leorio’s face, smiling slightly as he did so,
“We passed the test.”
Leorio gaped for a moment, his confusion unrelenting, “What do you mean we
passed? We didn’t answer.”
Kurapika sighed, “Exactly. There was no right answer.”
The understanding slowly dawned on Leorio’s face, his jaw dropping a little as
he put the pieces together in his mind, “…no answer was the right answer. But,
the other guy…”
Kurapika filled in blank of Leorio’s statement, “Gave the wrong answer. Yes.”
The old woman smiled, pressing a button underneath the stage platform. A
doorway opened beside them revealing a tunnel that opened to a bright white
light, “This tunnel will take you directly to the tree. Walk for two hours and
you will reach the top. Good luck.”
Leorio and Kurapika both made their way towards the tunnel, Gon letting out a
frustrated cry, tugging at his hair, “Ugh! I can’t figure it out!”
Kurapika turned to the boy, chuckling slightly as he did so, “It’s okay Gon, we
figured it out. There is no answer.”
Gon sighed, “But what if I was actually in that situation? What would I do
then?”
Leorio shrugged, “You’ll have to make that choice when you get to it I guess.”
Gon took his words in, still puzzled as he did so, “But why would I have to
save either of them?”
Chapter End Notes
     I need to stop ending my chapters like this. It's getting repetitive.
     So no, I am not doing NaNoWriMo. There is absolutely no way that I
     can do it around my work schedule BUT I am trying my damnest to get
     as much written as I can. I am writing these chapters and posting
     them right away so please hit me up if I make any glaring mistakes.
***** Cabin in the Woods *****
Chapter Notes
     I realized I was writing this story episode by episode and I am not
     entirely prepared to write a story that long to be completely honest.
     I don't think any of you would be willing to read a story over 300
     chapters either. So I am going to be fast tracking a couple of things
     that I don't believe to be important to the story at this moment.
     Hopefully this decision doesn't come to bite me in the ass later on.
Kurapika didn’t know what was worse, Leorio complaining about how long the walk
was taking or- wait, there was nothing worse than this. Out of the collective
two hours and fifteen minutes that they had been walking for, Leorio spent two
hours and fourteen minutes of it either complaining or talking about nothing in
general. The teen never stopped talking, and by that point Kurapika was
thinking of his fiftieth way to shut him up.
Gon seemed to be enjoying it though, throwing in comments when necessary and
giving the proper feedback when called for. He was so ingrained in Leorio’s
ramblings that he failed to realize the stillness in the air. The forest
surrounding them was dead silent, not even a breeze was whistling through the
branches.
Leorio opened his mouth to speak once again before Kurapika lifted his hand to
hush him, eyes narrowing as he spoke, “Silence. Can’t you feel it? Something’s
wrong.”
Leorio’s grip tightened on the handle of his briefcase, eyes glancing around at
the area around them. It was then that he noticed that Gon was no longer there.
His gasp brought the fact to Kurapika’s attention as well, both running ahead
with a cry of the boy’s name on their lips. Bursting from the forest, they saw
the sight that had the air so still.
A cabin sat in the middle of the clearing, it’s door torn off at the hinges and
windows smashed. A hulking figure stood over the body of a young man, in it’s
arm hung a woman of similar age. Gon was already running towards the creature,
hyper focused on the task ahead of him.
The creature looked up just in time to avoid Gon’s initial attack, using that
momentum to launch it’s self into the woods and out of sight. Gon paused only a
second before following after it, his speed matching that of the creature.
Leorio and Kurapika watched with surprise before moving to aid the fallen man.
As he ran through the forest, Gon slowly made his way up into the tops of the
trees, giving himself a better view of the creature that he was tracking. Every
step that he took brought him closer to his prey, body moving with nothing but
instinct and training. Every movement he made was silent, the creature looking
over their should every once and a while to even make sure that the boy was
still following them.
The creatures escape faulted when they turned around and no longer saw Gon
behind them, giving him pause enough to drop from above, pinning the creature
to the ground. Gon raised his hand above his head, eyes empty as he stared down
at his prey, “Who are you?”
The creature was frozen, fear of the boy above them tearing the words from
their throat. The hand that kept them pinned to the ground tightened, Gon
hissing out his words, “Who. Are. you?”
The creature sputtered, unsure what to say, “What do you mean?”
Gon snarled, teeth flashing as he spoke, “You are not the one from before. So
who are you?”
The creature paused, unable to form a lie under the heavy aura of the child
above them, “It’s a part of the hunter exam! This is a test!”
Gon relaxed, his hand slowly coming down as he crawled off of the creature.
Dusting off his pants he looked back at the creature, a smile crossing his
face, as if nothing had happened, “Why didn’t you just say so in the first
place? I almost killed you!”
Gon’s laughter rang through the forest, the pure joy that filled it had the
creature backing into the shadows of the woods. Fear gripping them stronger
than Gon had been doing only moments before. Slipping away silently to return
to the cabin, the creature had to pause and ask them self; was it the right
idea to turn this boy away from the next step of the hunters exam and stall
this boy’s development, or should they send him to the hunters association to
correct and fix him, to bring him back to the child that he ought to be? These
thoughts never came to conclusion by the time that they returned to the
clearing.
Kurapika and Leorio were both at the cabin, the young man and woman bandaged
and cared for under Leorio’s watchful eye. With a relieved sigh the creature
let out a call, bringing a second one from the forest behind them. With barely
a thought they both began to transform, their creature bodies melting away into
those of humans.
The pair proceeded to walk towards the cabin, the hesitation completely gone
from their steps. There seemed to be some hope for the boy if his companions
were so merciful.
The family explained the situation to Leorio and Kurapika, the trainees voicing
their understanding and questions after. Gon had still not returned from the
forest, his presence not getting any closer or farther away. The creature took
this opportunity to speak to Leorio and Kurapika in private, “What do you know
about the boy that you travel with?”
Kurapika spoke first, his tone emotionless as he did, “Not much. We met him for
the first time on the boat that brought us here.”
The creature sighed, turning his head to watch the forest incase the boy
appeared suddenly, “Then I feel the need to issue you a warning. Do not trust
him, and never take your eyes off of him. He was ready to kill me in the
forest, not a shred of hesitation in his actions. I can not tell you about his
past, but I can tell you that his future is a frightening one. The only hope
that I have is that by completing the hunters exam he will be known to the
hunters association and taken into their protection. Maybe something can be
done by them to save what is left of him. But be wary of him until that moment.
I have no doubt in my mind that you two are nothing more than just a stepping
stone for him”
Kurapika was unable to answer the man’s warning before Gon reappeared before
them, humming slightly as he did so. His smile didn’t meet his eyes as he
approached the group, the underlying malice in his voice well masked, “Did I
interrupt something?”
No one spoke, wary of the warning that they had just received. Leorio took it
upon himself to break the silence, chuckling as he nervously rubbed at the back
of his head, “Of course not! We were just talking about going to find you
that’s all!”
The anger faded instantly from Gon, his smile becoming genuine as he finished
his approach, “Oh good! I thought you were being told something important about
the hunter exam!”
Leorio let out a nervous laugh, the others following suit, “Of course not! We
were just worried about you!” His laughing stopped, the mood growing serious
once again, “What took you so long anyway?”
Gon shrugged, blowing off the question, “Just preparing for the rest of the
journey I guess.”
The group exchanged glances, none willing to inquire further into his
statement. A figure watched their interaction from the edge of the clearing,
smirking softly at the tense atmosphere hanging over them. A drop of blood ran
down his face, tongue whipping out to catch it. The flavour was sharp against
Hisoka’s tongue, hot chills running down his spine at the taste. Blood really
was more flavourful right after a kill.
***** A Warning *****
Chapter Notes
     A sort of part two to the previous chapter. Hopefully this gets the
     ball rolling.
 “Gon.”
 The boy turned around at the call of his name. His eyes lit up as he took in
the form of Hisoka, a cry of joy bursting from his depths at seeing him. Gon
ran towards him, stopping just short of throwing his arms around Hisoka.
Waiting anxiously for Hisoka’s permission, Gon looked up with hopeful eyes,
eager for any form of contact with his guardian.
 Hisoka let the boy stew, enjoying watching the boy squirm under his gaze.
Finally he nodded his approval, Gon flinging himself into Hisoka’s arms without
the slightest hesitation. Throwing his arms and legs around Hisoka, Gon held on
to the man as if his life depended on it. Rubbing his head along the side of
HIsoka’s neck Gon chattered on, telling him all about his journey thus far and
the people he had met along the way.
 Placing hand on Gon’s chin Hisoka turned the boy away from his neck in order
to speak to him face to face. Smiling down at the boy Hisoka cooed, “Did you
miss me that much?”
 Gon pouted, turning his face away from Hisoka in shame, “Not really.”
“Oh?” Hisoka laughed, the boy still clinging to him, “That’s not what you’re
actually telling me.”
 Gon blushed, burying his face in Hisoka’s chest instead, “Then why did you
ask?”
 Hisoka ran his fingers through Gon’s hair before tightening his grip, forcing
the boy to look at him, “Because I expect you to tell me the truth whenever I
ask you a question.”
 Gon lightly held onto Hisoka’s hand, whimpering slightly as he did so. HIs
eyes started to fill with pain the longer that Hisoka held on, fear starting to
creep into his eyes as Gon started to doubt Hisoka’s intentions with him. The
hand on Gon’s head started to shake, Hisoka’s eyes growing dead as he took in
the sight of Gon below him. The silence was terse as they simply gazed at each
other, the stalemate coming to a peak as Hisoka finally leaned down and claimed
Gon’s mouth for his own.
Gon relaxed into the kiss, his grip on Hisoka loosening as he lay bare for
Hisoka to devour. The hand in Gon’s hair twisted, pulling the boy closer and
Hisoka dived into his mouth, bringing Gon’s tongue to him to bite down on.
Blood oozed in his mouth, feasting on the taste of Gon’s blood and the sound of
his whines. 
 Roughly pulling Gon away from him, Hisoka’s eyes narrowed, “Why didn’t you
kill it?”
 Gon, still hazy from the kiss, tried to process what Hisoka had just said to
him. He did not answer soon enough though. Hisoka tore the boy from his body,
throwing him to the ground as he demanded, “Why, did you not kill it.”
 Gon groaned as he picked himself up off the ground. He close himself off,
unable to look Hisoka in the eye, “It wasn’t the one I was after, so I didn’t
kill it.”
 The air around Hisoka darkened, the man slowly walking towards Gon. The boy
started to tremble, aware of the punishment he was about to receive. With every
step that Hisoka took towards Gon, the boy shrank down into himself. By the
time that Hisoka was right before Gon, the boy was quivering. Hisoka stared
down at the boy, death emanating from him, “Gon.”
 Just his name was enough to break him, tears flowing from Gon’s eyes as he
begged, “I’m sorry! I should have known better! You told me to never let a kill
escape, I didn’t listen. I was wrong. Please, please forgive me. Hisoka please.
It won’t happen again. I won’t fail you. I’ll listen.”
 Hisoka stared at the boy as he cried, his face unmoving. Gon’s please
eventually faded into sobbing, his voice cracking with each cry. When Gon
finally stilled Hisoka spoke again, “You disobeyed me Gon.”
Those words had Gon collapsing at his feet, tears mixing into the dirt below
him, “Hisoka please.”
Hisoka paused, “And why should I not?”
 Gon sobbed, hands grasping at the grass, “I won’t fail you ever again, I
promise.”
 Hisoka pondered Gon’s words carefully, “Look at me and promise me.”
Slowly Gon lifted his face up to look at Hisoka, “I promise.”
Hisoka knelt down before Gon and smiled, a warning in his voice, “If this every
happens again, you will not be given the chance to redeem yourself. Do I make
myself clear Gon?”  
 Gon choked back a sob, nodding fiercely as he did so. Hisoka stood up, “Go,
and don’t fail me.”
 Gon stood, wiping his face before turning and running through the woods back
to the cabin, Hisoka’s eyes on him the entire time.
“Gon…Gon…Gon!”
Gon snapped out of his reverence, realizing he was no longer in the woods but
in an underground tunnel surrounded by hundreds of other people. Lost in his
own world he didn’t even realize when they had made it to the testing site.
Leorio had been bending over to wave his hand in Gon’s face in order to get his
attention. Seeing that the boy now had his focus back on the present he stood
back up, presenting a can of juice to Gon, “Drink up! You must be thirsty!”
Gon took the can, uttering a quick thanks before tossing the beverage to the
side before leaving his companions to scope out the competition. As Gon walked
through the vast crowd he noticed only a select few people who were of any
concern to him. One in particular happened to be a boy of seemingly the same
age as Gon himself. He didn’t interact with other competitors, keeping to
himself while waiting for the exam to start.
There was something that drew Gon to the boy, something about the way that he
held himself reminded Gon of Hisoka. The familiarity drew Gon to the boy, his
hand out in introduction before Gon even knew what he was doing.
The boy seemed hesitant in taking Gon’s hand, but eventually put his own for a
quick handshake, grunting out “I’m Killua” in response to Gon’s eager “I’m
Gon!”.
A sudden rush of air brought the boys attention to the end of the tunnel, the
metal door that had cut off the end of the lane was lifting. Mummers ran
through the crowd, speculations and questions were the most prominent in the
voices of those who spoke. Eventually the door lifted to reveal a single man
standing in the empty space. Both Gon and Killua listened with apt attention as
the man told them who he was and what to expect of the first stage of the
hunter exam.
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