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“So, what do you say? Do you want to join the Spiders?”
That sound has been echoing within the jadette boy's head all day.
They can’t join these crooks, what about Kurapika? What about their friend’s clan?!
But
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What about their strength? What do they know? What can they teach? What do they have to offer?
“You’re thinking about it too, aren’t you Gon?” The tan boy whips his head up to his silver-headed friend, Killua. “Yeah. I am.” Killua closes the door and walks closer to his friend. “What do you think?” Gon sighs, “What if we did join them?” “We would betray Kurapika.” “But.. We could learn so much.” “And we’d get more powerful.” Ah, power. The one thing all hunters crave. Power, strength. The will to attempt and the power to follow through.
“What do you say, Gon, do we join them? Or do we continue on our current path?”
Gon stays silent, he doesn’t know what to say. His mind keeps circling back to what that good for nothing samurai asked them and what the blonde brute told them. Then, it flickers back to Kurapika’s plausible reaction.
“How could you do this! You were my friends - The last people I had!”
“Kurapika- I-”
“Don’t start. You’ll just make it harder.”
Gon’s blood hits the floor like a waterfall of selfish regret.
“Well, we can think it through at the Auction.” Gon looks up, nods, and they get ready
Killua and Gon suit up with Zepile to experience the Auction for the first time. They walk into the entrance hall to see a billionaire called “Mr. Battera.” They look at each other, then at Zepile, then they walk into the hallway. The walls of sickly yellow with checkered floors pass by endlessly until they see the door of the auction hall. They walk in then see an endless labyrinth of seats with small walkways beside and between them. They walk down the steps of the walkways then catch a glimpse of two men they really didn’t want to see. A blonde brute and a small male who look just as shocked to see the boys as the boys are to see them. Killua and Gon bolt it out of the auction hall and down the hallway. “What are they doing here?!” “How should I know?!” ‘I DONT KNOW!!” They stop in their tracks when the blonde man, Phinks, appears in front of them. They turn around to see the short man, Feitan, right behind them. “What do you want?” Gon asks sharply. “Calm down. We aren’t here to fight. We’re just here to enjoy the auction.” Gon and Killua look at each other with the same question in mind; do you want to ask them or should I? Gon takes a breath, “If we wanted to join you, how would we?” Phinks gives them a condescending smirk, “Ohoho, finally easing up? All done with your tantrum?” “You would, need to fight, a current member.” Feitan says with unusual pauses between words. “And then you’d either take said members' place, or you’d take the place of a missing member.” The boys nod. “We’ll meet you guys after the auction, don’t be late.” Phinks says. Killua and Gon turn around to walk back into the hall, “Oh, and,” The boys turn around, “Paku was.. Very grateful to you two.” The boys look at each other and turn around.
The auction goes by in a blur; Killua was quiet even for him. Gon was trying to seem normal but even Zepile thought something was up. “Bye, Mr. Zepile!” Gon says with his usual enthusiasm. Killua and Gon wait outside the entrance of the building. “Well, look who actually showed up.” Phinks says with Feitan by his side. “Now, let's see if you got what it takes.”
The four of them reached their hideout. “Okay, kids. You are going to fight one of us, one for each of you. Then, if you win, a spot is yours.” An audience of intimidating criminals who are all looking at them. “Wait, Phinks, these are the same kids who hunted our bounty right?” A big male stands up. His hair is purple, ears with heavy gauges, and heavy scarring along his face. “Yes, they are. They came back to join us.” The kids hear cackling from the samurai that has favoured them in the past. “The boss is absent so, Feitan, as interim leader do you agree to the trial?” A blonde male with flamboyant clothes approaches them. “Yes.” Well, that settles that.