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Phantom (of the) Hunter	By : Akuma Category: +G to L > Hunter x Hunter Views: 3176 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Reunion
- 2-fateful Night
- 1
- 2
Disclaimer:
This is the lowest point of a fanfiction author's life. I don't have the story,
the characters and even part of the narration and the dialogues here. Even the
title isn't original. *sigh* I can only tell you I have the inspiration to put
the words from the songs together to form a decent dialogue and narrations

A/N:
When I first watched the movie version of Phantom of the Opera, this was what I
thought about. So, what a desperate writer to do? I wrote it down and here's the
result. The first part has very little of the songs inserted so I don't really
like it. The second has even less, but that's the only way I could write it.
Otherwise I have to mix a description of a bloody mission and a love song.

Phantom (of The) Hunters

It was a fine day on July.
The sky was clear and the singing of birds echoed through the peaceful region
somewhere in Republic of Kitara. A big Victorian mansion stood still on the
slope of the hill, giving the impression of quietness and peace. But not for
long.

A
bald man emerged from the bushes. A confident yet arrogant smile on his lips as
he felt several other men followed him. Their aura filled with their intents to
kill but soon all these �saki� were cut off with zetsu. All but the
bald man�s.

He
continued to move with ungodly speed, the result of years of training as a
ninja. He had never failed before and he was sure he wouldn�t this time
either. So he continued running before the men he�s supposed to lead,
carelessly. His grin only widened further when he felt eyes watching him from
afar.

A
young boy who ran just behind him made a small noise of disgust but quickly
controlled himself in time so that when his spiky-haired companion looked at him
in question, all the other boy saw was a focused expression on his pale face.
His eyebrow still twitched though, when the bald man shouted �Let�s go,
nakama!�.

�Na,
Killua, daijobou?� his friend asked, taking the twitching of his eyebrow and
the little noise he made earlier as a sign that he wasn�t feeling well.

�Aa.�
He replied quickly before jumping to a big tree to follow his excited leader.

He
cursed whatever it was that landed him into this mess, inwardly. Whoever said
that Hunter is a cool profession and suggested that joining a group of Hunters
to sharpen their skill was a good idea had obviously never felt the pain of
being skinned alive by an enraged Zaoldyeck. Now if only he could remember the
idiotic wimp who got him into this in the first place�

�You
sure?� Gon asked from behind him.

Now
that the question was answered he focused himself to an innocent door he soon
had to break down. Hanzo slowed his running before him, giving him and Gon, a
chance to break the door open. So he run past the smiling man with his best
friend beside him to kick the door open in unison, a move they�ve been
practicing for years.

Killua
remained kneeling on the broken door, his now-long silver hair falling around
his face, giving him a mysterious appearance. Indigo eyes stared coolly at the
soon-to-be-dead men beneath light-colored bangs. He saw Gon mirrored his pose
from the corner of his eye and felt a tinge of apprehensiveness he quickly set
aside. He took a moment to scan the room. An old man stood in surprise behind a
dark mahogany table with several big muscular people stood near the windows and
on each side of the door they broke down. Looking at the confused expressions on
the guards� faces, Killua knew that it would be an easy mission. Then a tall
figure marched into the room with his hands on his hips.

�Gentlemen,
my name is Hanzo. And I will deliver you your death.�

The
ninja launched forward to their target after he delivered his crappy punch line.
Killua followed him to take some bodyguards down and he noticed that Gon did the
same on the other side of the room. The boy seemed rather troubled though, as he
often did in assassination missions. Killua noticed the way Gon looked away from
the blood erupted from their target�s throat, his skin paled when he delivered
his punch at a still-standing bodyguard.

Using
his Nen to create electric sparks he brought several men down. Even some
who should�ve been Gon�s to beat down. Killua then stood there mutely,
watching the display of emotions on his friends face. Silence last a few seconds
as Gon gathered his thoughts and Killua stared at his friend quietly, hoping the
spiky-haired boy would remember the conversation they had when they received
their first assassination mission and got a hold of himself. It was Hanzo�s
loud voice that broke the silence.

�Yes,
yes! Of course I�ve killed that guy! He was an easy target! Tell the boss to
give me more difficult missions later!� the bald man said so loudly to the
cell phone that Killua was sure the dead man winced in surprise. Only three
years of being Hanzo�s teammates and a whole lot of bad experience involving a
pissed ninja made him wise enough not to give any snide comments on that remark.

By
the time their other teammates entered the room Gon had regained his composure
and Killua was watching his leader announcing his recent success to the
whole country via cell phone, in distaste. One of his teammates quickly used Nen
to remove the event from the bodyguards� memory.

Hanzo
sighed in disappointment as he pocketed his cell phone. �Too bad he won�t
remember my elaborate entry.�

Killua�s
eyebrow twitched on that remark. Several of his teammates choked down their
laughter while the rest only rolled their eyes secretly. It brought a small
smile to Gon�s lips though so Killua didn�t comment on that. The boy then
busied himself watching one of his teammates erased one of the bodyguards�
memories.

�Good
job as usual, Hanzo.� A voice of a familiar old man surprised everyone present
in that room. Netero smiled as he entered the room with Menchi, Satotsu and
several double stars Hunters following him.

�Of
course Netero-san. Or are you saying you�re expecting less from me?�

�No,
of course not.� Netero said, glancing at the dead man�s body. There was a
considering look on his eyes that quickly disappear, but not before Killua and
Gon noticed it.

�Ano,
Netero-san, it�s very unusual of you to come to a mission like this. Is
anything wrong?� Gon asked innocently. This question, though, drew attention
from everyone in the room. For once Hanzo looked serious, Killua noticed.
However the young assassin remained nonchalant and only looked at Netero
dispassionately.

�Ladies
and gentlemen,� he said after clearing his throat. �As you know, for some
weeks there have been rumor of my eminent retirement from the Hunter
association. I can now tell you that these were all true.� A shocked silence
ensues for a few seconds before Gon blurted out the question everyone wanted to
ask.

�But
why?!� The boy cried out. �You�re still perfectly capable for the position
of the chairman!�

A
few of their teammates nodded in agreement. Netero smiled kindly at Gon and
continued his speech. �I�m glad you seem to think that way. Well, I�m not
entirely retired from the association of course. I simply cannot picture myself
sitting quietly on a tropical beach drinking cocktail without causing some
uproar. I will still perform my skills as a hunter when the association demands.
But I�d like to give an opportunity for a young man whom I believe will make a
good, if not better replacement for the position I�ve resided for forty
years.�

�Now,
it is my pleasure to introduce you to the gentleman who now become Hunter
Association�s chairman. Kurapica Kuruta!�

Gon
let out a strangled gasp but this time his reaction went unnoticed by his silver
haired friend.

Kurapica
Kuruta? Had he heard right? Killua�s eyes widened when a familiar blond man
came through the door. The traditional robes replaced by a respectable looking
grey suit. But other than his outfit nothing else changed and Killua and Gon
could easily recognize him as their long lost friend. �Kurapica�� Killua
murmured quietly. He was disappointed when the blonde�s light blue eyes
scanned the room quickly without pausing on either Killua or Gon.

�Good
morning, everyone. As I believe you have all heard from Netero-san, I shall be
the new chairman of Hunter Association to replace him. Yoroshiku
onegaishimasu.� He ended his speech gracefully with a formal bow, causing
several female hunters presented to squeal in delight.

Killua
looked at the blond in awe. His eyes never left the face of someone he once
dared to call a friend. The blue eyes that once looked at him gently even in
fury lifted, but not to his eyes. This didn�t stop Killua from staring,
though. His memory went back to the time all four of them, including Leorio,
were still together. Whenever the blond felt doubt in his actions that he
couldn�t voice to either Leorio or Gon, he would talk to him. They were secret
conversations no one knew about but important in the history of their
friendship. Little talks that those discussions led to had made good enough
reasons to make him call Kurapica his friend.

�Well,
permit me to congratulate you properly then, Chairman Kurapica.� Hanzo�s
loud voice broke Killua�s reverie.

Kurapica
smiled sweetly (and caused the women to swoon) then politely answered Hanzo�s
obvious attempt to kiss up to him. �Thank you. But please let me commend you,
the leader of the best Hunter team in the Association. I�m pleased to see your
mission first hand. I believe I keep you from finishing your mission. If you
don�t mind I�d like to excuse myself for a meeting. I will be glad to have
Satotsu-san and Menchi-san to supervise your mission in order to replace me.�

When
he left the room with Netero without sparing a glance at the direction where Gon
and Killua stood dumbstruck Killua could only follow his every movement quietly.
Not even Gon could say a thing.

�I
can�t believe he didn�t see us!� Gon cried out in distress after Kurapica
left, voicing words Killua wouldn�t say.

�He
wouldn�t recognize us.� Killua tried to rationalize the situation calmly
even as his heart thundered in his chest in anger and disappointment. �We�ve
changed a lot through the year.� He said, referring to their physical changes.

Gon
had grown much taller and he�s now as tall as Killua. Nothing else change
though. He still had his spiky black hair and brown eyes. The only thing missing
was the green clothes he thankfully discarded years ago and changed into more
casual clothes. Killua himself had grown a lot taller than the last time he met
Kurapica. He had also grown his hair since he got bored with his usual spiky
style a few years ago. But�

�How
could he not recognize you?! I mean, how many people out there have a hair color
like yours?�

Killua
didn�t answer that question but his eyes had sorrow look that made Gon
regretted what he just said. Killua didn�t like being reminded of his
bloodline. It seemed like that fact made him felt different from the rest of the
world. And from past experiences that included Mito-san, reminding Killua of his
past didn�t result well to Killua�s psyche.

�Look,
I�m so��

�Okay,
let�s get back to the mission, people. We have business we have to deal with,
here!� Hanzo�s voice interrupted Gon�s apology.

�Hanzo!�
A man called from the hall outside. �Hanzo!�

�Now
what?� Hanzo asked to no one in particular.

�Hanzo!�
When the man who turned out to be Tompa, Hanzo�s right-hand man, finally did
show up, he has blood all over his body. �There is an army professional
bodyguards outside. They knew some Nen and have killed several of our
members!�

�I
thought we�ve got them all.� Killua spoke up. His calm feature never changed
in the midst of the unpredictable situation.

�We
didn�t know about this secret army! They�ve totally caught us off guard!�

�Well
what are we waiting for? Let�s go and help them!� Gon shouted, already
dragging Killua along with him.

�You�re
not the one in command here, kid!� Hanzo snapped at the boy. �Now let�s
go!�

Within
seconds the old manor became a killing ground as members of both Hanzo�s team
and the vengeful bodyguards fought. These bodyguards turned out to be
professionals whose ability could be compared to Hunters like Hanzo himself.
Even with the help of Satotsu and Menchi, it was still difficult for them to
defeat the enemy.

Killua
and Gon had no problem dealing with these bodyguards. The only problem was that
these guards out numbered them. But that wasn�t a great problem for someone
who managed to finish Hunter�s game, Greed Island, at the age of thirteen.

It
was when Hanzo brought down the last guards that an event that would forever
change every hunter presented at the time�s fate happened. Caught in a moment
of triumph, Hanzo didn�t realize that a still-conscious guard behind had
gathered Nen in his fist to punch the bald man. It was Killua that first to
realize the danger Hanzo was in.

�Hanzo,
behind you!� He called out.

Everything
moved in slow motion as Hanzo spun around to face his opponent. Everyone quickly
realized that these two were too close to each other and there would be no time
for Hanzo to defend himself, moreover to counterattack. The whole team looked at
Hanzo, opening their mouths to scream warnings that came too late.

No
one saw a small knife that sliced through the air. They only paid attention to
it when Hanzo�s attacker fell down onto the would-be victim, lifeless with a
slim silver knife stuck in the back of his head. Everyone automatically came
closer to inspect the corpse.

The
gathering flock turned to the direction where the knife came from to see Puhart
staring back with expression as shocked as theirs. �Please, don�t look at
me! I swear I was just fighting one of those gorillas then! I only just got
here! There�s no one here before me.� He paused and then said with a smirk.
�Or if there is, well, it must be a ghost.�

�Well
that�s very unusual, don�t you think?� Satotsu said thoughtfully. He
either didn�t realize or simply ignored Hanzo�s protest when the hunters
only looked at him with no attempt to help him remove the giant-sized corpse.
�Who could�ve done this?�

�What
more important was that I couldn�t sense anyone else but us around this
place.� Menchi added. �You okay Hanzo?� She finally asked with a smirk.

�Of
course I am! Now get this corpse off of me!� Hanzo looked genuinely angry at
that time that several men immediately lift the corpse off him.

�Well
Satotsu-san, whom do you think have done this?� he asked angrily at the
doll-like man.

�I
honestly have no idea, Hanzo.�

�Yeah.
Why don�t you just calm down? Maybe it�s one of you teammate here.� Menchi
said, rather annoyed by the way Hanzo exaggerated the accident.

�None
of my comrades use knives! Someone should take responsibility upon this! It�s
bad enough that there was an undetected army in the house! Now Let�s see if
you can find a good replacement for me �cause I resign from this team!� the
bald man shouted angrily. Then Hanzo stomped away, cursing quite loudly all the
while. Tompa, the only man who truly obeyed Hanzo followed him dutifully.

There
was a complete silence from everyone after Hanzo left. No one was sure whether
to rejoice or to chase Hanzo and ask him to come back. He was a great leader and
perhaps companion. But they must admit that it�s rather difficult to befriend
someone whose only concern was his �elaborate entry�. Finally Satotsu broke
the silence.

�Well
I guess we have to pick a new leader for this team. It won�t do well if a team
with no leader go to a dangerous mission.�

�Damn,
I forget! Your next mission was in Akai City, right? Wasn�t it the headquarter
for the rebel�s army in the country?� Menchi actually sounded panic now.

Murmurs
could be heard all around the place. Going into the rebel�s headquarter
without a leader? It�s like committing suicide!

�Then
we�ll have no choice but to cancel the mission until we get a direct order
from the chairman about the new leader.� Satotsu decided.

�We
can�t wait forever! The people can�t forever! By the time we get a new team
leader, the country will be gone!� Menchi almost screamed in frustration.

�Then
we just have to choose a new team leader now, don�t we?� A new voice came
from the dark.

Killua
and Gon spun around to the direction of the source of the familiar voice. That
pitched voice� Masaka! The boys� eyes widened at the sight that greeted
them.

A
pale man with spiky red hair, magician suit and clown�s make up emerged from
the dark forest. His golden eyes shone with unknown light when he caught sight
of Killua and Gon. A dirty ear-splitting grin appeared, making the two boys
shivered.

�Hisoka.�
Satotsu acknowledged the magician. �Did you see who did this?� the man
gestured to the body of the mysteriously killed guard.

�No.
I didn�t see anyone. It must be a ghost.� He smiled when he saw looks of
disbelieve on Killua and Gon�s faces. �I found this.� A ripped note
suddenly appeared out of nowhere in his hand with a twist of his wrist.

�How
do we know it wasn�t you who did this?� Killua asked grimly.

Hisoka
smirked in response. �I don�t use knife.�

�It
still doesn�t mean you didn�t write the note.� Killua pressed.

Hisoka�s
smile widened before he broke into laughter. �You�re so disbelieving. Maybe
that�s why I like you.� He ignored Killua�s disgusted look and spoke to
Satotsu and Menchi. �I found it in that tree with a pin embedded it. As you
can see the pin is still there and besides, I never like writing.�

Everyone
turned his or her gazes to the tree and saw that Hisoka�s words were true. A
silver pin embedded on it with ripped paper remained. It seemed like it matched
the ripped note in Hisoka�s hand.

�It�s
from the Phantom.�

�God,
hasn�t you all obsessed?� Menchi cried out.

�He
merely welcomes you to the team and commands you to leave the whole top floor of
the hotel you stayed in empty for his use and to remind you that his salary is
due.�

�His
salary?� Satotsu-san asked, dumbfounded. He had never heard about this! Not
even when Netero-san was still the chairman!

�Netero-san
paid him 20 million zenies a month.� Hisoka grinned even wider. �Or perhaps
you can afford more?�

�Let
me read it.� Menchi snatched the note from Hisoka and read it.

�Phantom
Hunters? Wasn�t it the mysterious Hunter everyone talked about?�

�I
heard he appeared in a mission in Ruin City! He killed several people there!�

Whispers
filled the quietness as everyone talked about the mysterious Hunter and the
rumors around him.

�Ridiculous!
There is no thing such as ghosts!� Menchi exclaimed.

�I
think the most important thing right now is to choose someone to replace Hanzo
immediately.� Satotsu said. �We can discuss about this later.�

Silence
reigned again as everyone try to figure out someone whose talent rivaled Hanzo
to replace the latter but didn�t have as much interest in choreographing an
�elaborate entry�. Hisoka smirked when he saw their confusion.

�Killua
could do it.� Gon suddenly spoke up. �He�s been taking lessons from great
teacher.�

Suddenly
the silver-haired boy found himself became the center of everyone�s attention.
He looked at Gon in exasperation as if the boy was insane. Perhaps Hisoka had
managed to influence him after all.

�Well,
it doesn�t sound convincing enough. But�� Menchi said with a tinge of
doubt, remembering the exam where Killua stabbed an examinee. �Tell me, boy.
Who is your teacher?�

Killua
shrugged indifferently. �I don�t know his name.� It wasn�t exactly a lie
since either his father or Bisuke didn�t teach the ability Gon boasted about.

�Let him show some of his
ability. He has been well taught.� Hisoka
added.

�Ne,
Killua-kun, why don�t you show us a sample of your Nen?� Satotsu inquired.

Killua
looked at Satotsu, then at his best friend. He saw them both nodded at him,
urging him to show his Nen. He sighed and concentrated his Nen to his fingers,
but not before glaring balefully at Hisoka who just smiled playfully. He felt a
rush of heat that went straight to the tips of his fingers and a small smirk
splayed on his lips when he realized that everyone held their breath as electric
sparks started to appear from his fingers. He charged his power up and heard
gasps as the electricity he produced burnt holes on soil beneath him. He stopped
when the holes he made became big enough to contain a small kid.

He
saw Gon grinned widely at him and gave him a thumb up. �Well?� He asked with
a smirk.

When
they noticed the way Satotsu smiled widely, Menchi gaped and the rest of them
stared at Killua, they knew what the answer would be.

~*~

Kurapica
sighed as he signed yet another paperwork. He put it onto a pile of finished
works and looked up to three mountain-high piles of unfinished work. He sighed
again as he took a piece of paper on the top of the pile.

He
honestly couldn�t understand how Netero-san got out of the office alive every
single day in forty years and survived the job. The old man never seemed to do
anything and only drank ocha every time they saw each other. Well, the blond
sighed, he probably made his assistant did the whole thing, something that
seemed very tempting for Kurapica at the time, seeing how many more paper works
he must finished. He decided to give the little man a break, though, considering
that probably he never had the chance to do that during the time when Netero
became the chairman.

He
just started to read the first paragraph when the said assistant entered his
office in hurry that he trip on the red carpet covering the floor of his office.
The man quickly got to his feet before Kurapica could help him

�Daijobou,
Kurapica-sama.�

�Yokatta.
Doushita?�

�Ano�.
About the mission in Akai City�� The bald man started.

�What
about that mission?� Kurapica asked, immediately alert when he remembered how
dangerous the mission was. �Anything wrong?�

�Ah�
iya�� his assistant stuttered. �Ano. I just got this news from Satotsu-san
who was also there. He said that the mission had been accomplished and that it
was a major success.�

�Sou
desu ka? Good. I must congratulate Hanzo properly, then.�

Kurapica
was about to pick the phone when the little man spoke up again. �Ano�
Kurapica-san. The news isn�t finished. Satotsu-san also said that due to
certain circumstances, he and Menchi-san have chosen a new leader for the
team.�

�A
new leader? I wonder what happened with Hanzo�� Kurapica pondered. �I�ll
ask him that later. Who is the new leader, anyways?�

�They
had choose someone by the name Killua.� His assistant said calmly.

Kurapica
stopped himself from choking on the tea he drank. He only coughed delicately to
hide his surprise. Can it be�

The blond shook his head
lightly, deciding that he heard wrong. Killua wouldn�t have done something as
silly as getting a job as a Hunter. The boy had said so to him personally years
ago. Killua only take the exam because he was bored and not to be a professional
Hunter. Doing a Hunter job was the last thing the boy would do. He decided to
remain calm and ask the toad-like man to repeat himself again when�

�He
said he is a Zaoldyeck.� The man added innocently.

Screw
being calm. Kurapica turned to look at his assistant so fast he almost lost his
balance. He gripped the edge of his desk in time to stop himself from falling
but he couldn�t stop a look of pure astonishment from showing on his face.
�Killua� Zaoldyeck?�

�Hai.
Doushite?�

The
last Kuruta didn�t bother to answer the question. He just walked out of the
room to the empty hall outside it, leaving his confused assistant behind.

�Naze,
Kurapica-san?�

Or
maybe not�

�The
plane.� He said, referring to the chairman�s private airplane that was
supposed to be ready for his use anytime. �Please prepare it. I�d like to go
to Akai City right now.�

�Hai.�
His assistant readily said. Not once asking the sudden mood change of his
chairman.

Killua�
Was he still as bratty as the last time they met? Kurapica smiled at the
thought. It seemed so long ago how Killua and him used to have secret talks.
Those conversations and discussions might mean nothing for the younger boy but
meant the world to him.

And
now after years apart Killua might not remember him but Kurapica remembered him
almost too explicitly. He remembered the secrets they shared, the jokes they
laughed, the connection they bound between them. The compassion he thought he
lacked had grown stronger by seconds he shared with the boy. He didn�t want to
name the feeling they shared between them, yet he longed to know whether Killua
still felt it, too.

He
saw the plane waited for him a few hundreds feet away and for a second he
considered telling his assistant that he changed his mind and returned to his
waiting works. But then he felt insistent pulls that drew him closer and closer
to the plane. By the time he entered the plane he realized that his heart had
made the choice for him and that his curiosity had overcame his fear. He knew
that whatever Killua�s reaction would be he wouldn�t mind.

Kurapica
smiled at the beautiful city below him as the plane started to take off.

~*~

A/N:
Pleading is the only thing that worked for you. *sighed sorrowfully then gave
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