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Phantom (of the) Hunter	By : Akuma Category: +G to L > Hunter x Hunter Views: 3177 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Hunter x Hunter, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Reunion
- 2-fateful Night
- 1
- 2
Disclaimer:
Neither the characters nor the storyline nor some of the naration and dialogues
are mine. It's the lowest point of an author's life. *sigh* well, at least I
have the creativity...

A/N:
I'm still sleepy after the hellish trip. But I've promised myself to update my
fics in Killua's birthday. I'll try to revised things later but let's just wait
and see, 'kay. Last but not least, Read and Review.... ZZzzzzzz........

Warning:
Yaoi.... Yaoi... Yaoi... If you don't like it go away, If you don't know then
find out somewhere else first before flaming me... OK? Now let me sleep...

~*~

Wind
rustled the pale boy�s hair and clothes softly, caressing him with invincible
fingers. He took a lungful of the night air, willing it to recover his sudden
headache. There was no such luck and the headache was still there although had
lessened considerably in its intensity.

Killua
smirked weakly to himself. The mission was a major success. Or at least that�s
what everyone kept telling him. Personally he thought it was an easy mission in
which he just had to sneak into the rebel�s headquarter, kill the leader,
cause some uproar and help his teammates kill some annoying pests. All in all it
was a piece of cake. The only problem was the party his teammates threw in order
to celebrate his first and successful mission in which Gon, his teammates and
their supposed supervisors blasting the hotel�s sound system. Killua swore the
hotel had shook when the whole team chorused a song for their new leader.

He
only stayed for half an hour before he finally had enough ear harassment from
each and every single people who congratulate him by singing for him. It started
pretty well when one of his teammates represented the rest to sing a song for
him. Then they all started to sing along, which was still fine and quite
acceptable though he had to wince several times when they pitched their voices
to sing high notes. Then it started to get worse when Gon innocently
suggested that everyone should sing a song for the new leader. He swore it was
some hidden plot by their deceased target to get back at him. Killua shook his
head slowly in both amusement and resentment.

Suddenly
he felt eyes watching him intently. Eyes that weren�t belong to any of his
teammates beyond the door behind him. Before he could react to it, suddenly a
voice came. A soft whisper carried by the wind called his name.

�Killua��
it was a whisper soft as wind but he knew it was there nonetheless, calling out
for him just like in his dreams. The voice beckoned him softly, calling his name
like no one ever did. He looked around him in bewilderment to see no one.
�Killua��

�Killua!
Where in the world have you been hiding?!� A spiky haired boy called out for
him. Pitch voice blared from inside the building as Gon opened the door to the
balcony, making the pale boy winced. �Are you okay?�

�Aa.�
He answered quietly. He was rather disappointed because the voice suddenly
disappeared but he smiled anyway.

The
other boy�s smile broadened and he came closer to lean on the railing beside
his best friend. �The mission was a great success.� He said with a smile.
�I only wish I know your secret. We�ve been training together for years but
I never seem to be able to surpass you. Who is your great tutor?� Gon pouted
then, looking like a kid he always was.

Killua
smiled to his friend. Then after a moment of hesitation that disappeared at the
sight of a puppy-eyed Gon, he answered truthfully for the first time. He looked
up to watch night�s sky, feeling soft breeze caressing his skin with such
tenderness he only felt in his dreams� �I used to dream someone would appear
to accompany me when I was all alone, guiding me. Now as I stood here, I can
sense him and I know he�s here. Here, just now, he called me softly. Somewhere
around here, hiding. Somehow I know he�s always with me as he�d always been
before.�

�You
must have been dreaming.� Gon said uneasily to his friend. �Stories like
this can�t come true. Now come inside. Everyone is wondering about you.�

Killua
winced when he turned back to see the glass window rattled. It seemed like it
wasn�t a good time to enjoy the party. �Uh, I think I�ll just head to my
room. I�m kinda tired.�

�Oh,
okay. Need I take you there?�

�No
thanks.� He smiled as he braced himself from ear harassment he�d been
avoiding, or trying to avoid, all night long. He made his way through the door
hastily and almost made another major success of the day when a certain magician
appeared in front of him.

�What
do you want?� He said threateningly. He didn�t feel like playing around now,
exhausted and mentally drained as he was, so if the jester tried something
funny�

�Good
job.� Hisoka said. He smirked at the wary and disbelieving look on Killua�s
face. �Anyway, I think this is for you.� He continued and twisted his wrist.
Suddenly a silver pin appeared out of nowhere in his hand. The mage handed it
over to the boy, smirking at the surprised yet knowing look on the latter�s
face.

�Thanks�
Killua said, not bothering to give sarcastic remark and just passed the magician
almost dazedly. He played the silver pin with his finger. So he really
was there. He didn�t notice the way Hisoka smirked darkly to himself and
an evil chuckle that escaped his thin lips as he watched the silver-haired boy.

Killua
entered his room with a sigh then spared a glance at the vibrating glass
windows. The city outside glowed a spotlight he deserved for the successful
mission. So he sat on the windowsill to look at the beckoning city and to avoid
the loud noise that a certain pink haired hunter produced and boasted all
throughout the city.

He
sighed again and looked around the well-furnished room. A king-sized bed as the
room�s sole focus was covered with a fine silk (not the best, he noticed. He
used to have better back home), antique lamps stood on small tables on either
side of the bed, several painting adorned the wall and a fine carpeting on
marble floor greeted his sight. For other people this might be a dream of luxury
came true But somehow this time nothing caught his interest so he looked back to
the city and waited for the call from the person who sent the pin in his hand.

The
silver-haired boy sighed to the glass window quietly, creating light fog on the
clear surface. Thinking of nothing and everything. Then suddenly a familiar
voice startled him from his reverie.

�Such
beautiful city, don�t you think?� Kurapica shut the door behind him quietly,
smiling upon seeing the astonished look on his young friend�s face. �I
figured you�d be in a room facing the city. You always like the night view.�

�Don�t
you?� Killua added with a fond smile.

�Not
quite as much as you do.� He smiled sweetly as he stood before Killua.

�So
you mean you didn�t enjoy spending those times with me on the rooftops of
those hotels?� Killua said mischievously, referring to quality times that
never happened.

Kurapica
laughed lightly and decided to play along. �No, of course not. In fact I found
them rather enjoyable.�

They
both chuckled quietly, Killua�s deep voice mold with Kurapica�s sweet and
light one to create a harmony.

�How
long has it been since we last met? Three years? Or was it four?�

�Three.
I�m sixteen now.�

�Sixteen
and a Hunter.� Kurapica mused. �I heard the mission went well.�

Killua
snorted his laughter. �It�s what they kept telling me. It was an easy one
and everyone acts like it was some mission to save the universe.�

�Well,
not many people are as gifted as you are. Tell me what had happened in the past
three years.�

�Nothing
special.� Killua shrugged then moved a little to give space for Kurapica to
sit on the windowsill beside him. �After we left Greed Island I and Gon kept
training with Bisuke. We started to look for a real Hunter�s job last year.�

�But
there must be something else right? Because I don�t see Gon becoming a team
leader and instead they chose you over him.�

�Well,
actually�. you can say I have a private trainer.�

�No
doubt of it. And now we�ll go to supper. We must celebrate your successful
performance.� Kurapica stood up and quickly pulled Killua by the hand. �What
do you want to eat? Italian�? Or perhaps Chinese?�

�No,
Kurapica!� Killua said. Light blush stained his pale cheeks when he felt
warmth spread throughout his body, starting from the point where his skin met
Kurapica. For a fraction of second he toyed with the idea of letting Kurapica
dragged him for supper, thinking how pleasant it would be to have those
seemingly frail fingers wrapped around his the rest of the way to the car. Then
he remembered the soft haunting voice that calls him with such gentleness and
firmness that made him rush to obey any given command. He jerked his hand back
while desperately hoping that his blush weren�t so visible. �No, Kurapica.
My trainer is very strict. He wouldn�t let me��

�Well,
I shan�t keep you up late.� Kurapica chuckled. �You must change. I must
greet people in the hall. Two minutes.� The blond left the room with a smile
on his lips. A plan already formed in his head and he picked his cell phone to
call his assistant.

Killua
sighed quietly when he felt Kurapica�s presence moving further from his room.
He smiled upon seeing how excited the blond was about this dinner thing. His
smile widened a little when he realized that he was, too. He made a move to grab
a shirt lying on the bed but suddenly made a halt as he felt piercing eyes
watching him from the building across his room and shivered. Killua came closer
to inspect the seemingly quiet building but stop suddenly as he caught a flash
of aura from the rooftop of the building. He stopped breathing as he waited for
the longed yet dreaded call. Nothing came.

Suddenly
Killua felt his body trembled. The room felt warmer as if body had grown cold.
Killua hugged his own body as his legs shook under him, threatening to let him
fall. The silent anger enveloped him, piercing his heart and soul and he came
closer to the glass window, hoping his silent watcher could see him. He touched
the glass with tentative fingers and looked up to darkness that engulfed the
roof of the building across him.

�No�
Forgive me�� He whispered to the stillness, hoping his watcher could see his
misery and regret. He blamed his weak faith to his trainer silently as the fear
of being left alone engulf him� �Please�� he mouthed to no one.

Suddenly
he caught a flicker of movement from the dark roof. And the light from the hotel
shone down onto a tall figure he longed to see. A soft breeze he couldn�t feel
caressed the person�s long black mane, making it flied in a movement that
beckoned him to come.

Suddenly
the man turned and walked away. But despite the lack of light, Killua knew he
waited there, standing quietly while watching him with invisible eyes as he came
closer. With no hesitation Killua opened the window.

~*~

His
eyes were unseeing as he was led through the city. He jumped from roof to roof,
following this stranger he felt he could trust. The city light that would
usually entranced him with a sense of serenity only caught his brief attention
and he kept his eyes trained to the man before him. He tried to peer through the
darkness to see the person�s face but his fast movement made it almost
impossible. He only caught a glimpse of long, dark hair and fair skin. The
occasional street lamp teased him with few glimpses that made his curiosity grew
larger by moments.

Somehow
he felt familiar with this person. There�s something about his movement, his
voice that reminded him of something or someone from his past. It haunted his
mind, the thought that perhaps they knew each other. A memory tickled the back
of his mind but he couldn�t remember anything more.

The
thought disappear as he caught a sight of an old rundown mansion. He was so
entranced the city seemed like a labyrinth he couldn�t escape from and now he
didn�t know where he is, but he found that he didn�t care. He saw the man
entered the old house and he followed him, doubt never once crossed his mind.

He
followed the stranger in a dreamy state though he knew he wasn�t dreaming. He
felt no fear whatsoever. The stranger, his companion, his tutor, was there. By
each step he took he knew his silent companion�s power over him grew stronger
and although he turned back to glance at the night, it wasn�t his friends that
he thought of. It was this stranger whose presence so undeniable even in the
blinding darkness. He was captivated, entranced, possessed�

The
room he was led to was almost pitch black. The old living room once had a
beautiful chandelier hanging directly above a wooden coffee table. Three
floral-printed couches surround the coffee table and the largest one faced a
fireplace. All furniture were oddly clean, a stark contrast to the rusty ceiling
and the wall where the paint peeled off to show brown and even green around the
edges where the wall met the ceiling. There were cobwebs, too, on every corner
of the room. Glass windows on one of the walls show the darkness of the night.
The only illumination in the room was the soft light of the moon and the
twinkling stars.

Killua
glanced the darkest corner of the room to see his tutor stood there quietly,
watching him. Killua found it difficult to tear his gaze away from the man but a
soft rustling sound from outside distract him and gave him an excuse to look
away from the captivating sight. He came closer to the window and saw nothing,
as he had expected. He put his fingertips on the glass window and wondered if
the man�s skin was as cold as the glass and his demeanor.

Lost
in thought, he didn�t realize the man had advanced closer to him. The
silver-haired youth gasped when a pair of arms encircled him and his body tensed
at the intrusion on his private space but he immediately relaxed, knowing
instinctively he was safe, as this man would never hurt him. He leaned his head
back to the man�s shoulder and sigh in contentment as the man ran his fingers
softly up and down his abdomen. The stranger rained tender kisses on his neck as
he pressed their bodies closer. Killua made a soft noise of pleasure when the
man kneaded his hip and he placed his hand atop his mysterious tutor�s. He
gasped when he found that his skin was indeed as cold as the glass. But he
ignored it and held the larger hand firmer.

The
man�s lips on his neck curved slightly into a smile and he moved his other
hand from its post on Killua�s abdomen to slipped into the young Zaoldyeck�s
shirt, causing the latter to gasp. Lightly, he traced the quivering muscles of
Killua�s stomach and higher to the heir�s chest and put his cold palm onto
it to feel the rapid heart beat, his fingertips slightly grazing the boy�s
nipple.

Killua
made a whimpering sound as the hand on his hip moved and stopped just above his
awakened arousal. The man�s fingers rolled his nipple and he moaned in
abandon, feeling his senses sharpened to heighten each sensation the man
provoked on his young body. Briefly he thought of his friends who must be
wondering where he was and he considered leaving but the thought dissipated when
his mentor lowered his hand to cup his arousal through his short. Every thought
about escaping went astray and his senses abandoned their defenses to surrender
completely to the pleasure as his mysterious tutor squeezed him gently through
the cloth. Killua widened his stance with a groan to enable easier access. The
stranger didn�t waste the opportunity and stroke him firmer while his other
hand circled Killua�s already budding nipple.

Then
the man unzipped his trouser and with agonizing slowness and gentleness pulled
him out. Killua sighed in relief as he was freed from the confines of his tight
pants. The stranger suddenly took his hand and put it on his heated flesh,
careful not to touch any patch of Killua�s skin except for his hand anymore.
Gently he directed Killua�s hand to move up and down on the tremulous and
tender flesh. Killua gasped and grasped his hardness firmly, sensing fiery waves
of pleasure crashing inside his body as he stroke the velvety flesh. The boy�s
groans were getting louder and more frequent as his end came closer.

Beneath
his closed eyes, images and hidden imagination came unbidden. Thoughts he
desperately tried to hide from his friends and family, thoughts that only
surfaced in the quietness of his bedroom or during his sleeplessness intensified
by the very real touch of the stranger and he groaned in abandon. His blood
soared in his veins and he realized he had never felt more alive than this
moment.

The
man behind him pressed even closer, crushing him to broad chest, surrounding him
with warmth. There was a definite hardness behind his back as the man grinded
his hips there, making the moment felt more surreal. Killua�s fantasies
unwind, giving him all sorts of images that had occupied his mind for most of
his teenage years. The image of him on all four with a faceless man pounding
into him roughly, shoving him forward brutally as he marked pale skin with red;
the image of him bound to the bed posts, helpless as a faceless lover caress his
heated skin with warm, wet tongue; image of him held in place with a man�s
hand behind his head as he sucked on the man�s cock, gagging even as his
tongue gladly caress every inch of the hot flesh; image of a man testing all
sort of �toys� on him until he cried and begged for the release which had
always been held back with the withdrawing of the toy only to have another
reinserted back when his need had subdued�. He knew he couldn�t fight it
anymore, the impending storm of his release�

His
mind started journeying to another world, then, a world of his imagination. And
all thoughts of his friends, his job, his life were quickly left behind
as he suddenly felt one slender finger dipped into the weeping slit on the tip
of his cock. His hips jerked uncontrollably and he cried out. His tutor smeared
the thick liquid flowing from his cock onto the velvety skin while grinding his
own trapped length onto Killua�s back and Killua knew this was what he wanted,
this was where he longed to be�.

Suddenly
Killua cried out loudly, spurting semen into the air. He had never come so hard
in his life before and he felt weird things then, like he was floating and
falling at the same time. The man�s unoccupied hand lifted one of his to the
man�s cheek and the boy couldn�t help but moan softly at the tenderness of
the skin. Then that hand moved from holding his hand on the man�s cheek to
hold his still twitching hips steady. This time Killua whimpered as his tutor
continued to stroke his erection as his hand already fell limply to his side.
Then those stained fingers lifted and hovered near his lips. Catching what the
stranger wanted him to do, Killua licked one of those fingers, savoring his own
bittersweet essence. Slowly he drifted out of conscience, too tired and spent as
he was. The man rained his face tender kisses that lulled him to sleep into a
dream of sated passion. One tender sweep of lips on his and he felt that even
his darker, assassin side gave in. He had been claimed�

~*~
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