𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 ;; 𝙃𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙠𝙖, 𝙄𝙡𝙡𝙪𝙢𝙞, 𝘾𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤

𝟐𝟑 - 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏

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Author's notes

To anyone who has binge-read or is still reading this, my name is hisoillux and I'm the author of this story! Every now and then I still check my account to see the deadass funny comments and votes you guys have left, and to that I must give my biggest appreciation to all of you. Never thought I'd imagine that this story would be a huge success, when it was just a just-for-fun project. Back then I was going through so much bad things in my life and HxH helped me survived. Things have stopped going south for me and it was also the reason why I stopped continuing my writings.. Safe to say that I am in a far better place but I wouldn't be able to say that without acknowledging the things this story have done to me and the immense support y'all have given me! Thoroughly—I am thankful—and I'm not so sure of continuing this story furthermore as for now—we'll never know in the future.. But this was my last written draft, and I thought publishing it for everyone was the least I could to to everyone who has found entertainment in this story. You guys have made my entire life more worth it. Until next time everyone <3

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[killua ★]

Killua
I'm picking you up
Sent 14:05

Where are you?
Sent 14:21

Shit. God-damnnit. Fuck. You mumble all the curse words there is in the dictionary without a doubt. You hop into your car without looking back and hit the gas pedal hard. Under all your anxiousness there is anger, and it is directed only towards yourself. You are the root and cause of this problem. When you were out swooning and being all heart-eyes for your now-boyfriend your best friend was struggling for his life.

You didn't want to doubt his assassin skills, but he's still a 12 year old after all. He has his limits.

You glance over your phone as one hand still took full control of the steering wheel. The fact that your texts weren't even bothered to be opened by Killua makes you think of the worst case of scenarios. He's stuck out there, somewhere, together with Hisoka.

Fucking Hisoka.

Your e/c pupils and fingers multitasked, switching in-between to pry your contacts list and the street. Your fingers quickly hovered over Hisoka's number and tapped dial.

The beeping noise that signifies your device is connecting to his device was long, and each second was excruciating.

"Pick up.. Pick up.. PICK UP. FUCK!" you muttered.

As you go on to mutter a few other profanities, the beeping sound turned into a connect tone. Your racing heart pooled with relieve.

"(Y/N)!"

"Hisoka, THANK goodness. Coordinates. NOW."

"We're in the middle of a volleyball game but sure, I'll text it to you."

"Volleyball?"

"Bye."

Hisoka hung up as you grunt in confusion. What are those two boys even doing playing volleyball with Hisoka? Your phone in the palm of your hand soon lit up with a new text message from Hisoka. As an assassin, you rarely use coordinates but weren't too shabby about it. You have your handful of knowledge but whatever Hisoka sent you through text wasn't like any other ordinary coordinates.

[Clown Bitch]

Stop playing around
Is that even a coordinate
Read 14:36

It is dear
We're in GI~

GI?

Yes, Greed Island

THE CONSOLE GAME?

Right.
Hmm, you know what? Let me send you the
coordinates of the console so you can enter
the game~

You should HAVE in the first place
Dumbass

Ouch :(
But here you go ;)

Now there's a set of coordinates your brain knows and love. You made a quick U-turn at the space available and went straight to the ballroom that held the Southernpiece Auction.

Arriving at the room you were greeted with a few guards in tuxedos, simply things you have for breakfast. All of them armed with heavy guns are nothing but whipped cream on top of vanilla pancakes. The more armed they were, the easier it was for you to swoop in and turn their guns against them.

Opening the door you found the console lying on top of a steel table. You've done this before, not to mention, when you were in your teens. Before you finally entered the console, all those memories of the journey you had came flashing through your brain like crazy. Some were bad but some were awfully good. You bit your lip and took the risk.

You're back in.

[killua ★]

Where are you?
Read 16:04

Dude I'm here
At Greed Island
I cant believe I'm back here
Pls text me back

Mutterings of thankful prayers spewed out your lips as you checked the contents in your screen. You were ever so desperate for any signs of your best friend and a small "read" status was sufficient enough to make your heart sing. Atleast you know he's still somewhere around here. But with that thing. That clown thing. You pray to anything good that that sweet smiley green boy was there for his best friend.

You skipped through all the tutorials that showed you how to play GI. Your experiences helped you nevertheless and you were glad it did, cause it means you have more time to search for three people. You scanned through the markets and all the NPCs, asking whether they have any leads for you. But to ends, nothing helped.

"God, come on.. think (Y/N). Where would you go if you were them?"

*RING!!!*

"HISOKA!"

"Hello dear, you're in the game, no?"

"Well, What do you think?"

"Heh.. what's with the attitude. But yes, you're most definitely inside the game.. but what I'm wondering is why you're not here yet?"

You paused. "What do you mean?"

"What? I sent you the coordinates of our whereabouts before right?"