A Different World (HUNTER X HUNTER)

TRAP X THE X RABBIT

"OW! Dammit can you relax with that thing!?"

(Y/N) yelled at Feitan who held a tattoo machine at the top of her hand. Feitan huffed at her and muttered,
"Baby"
"Oh yes a twelve year old who can't handle getting a tattoo is a big baby. Couldn't you just use those temporary tattoos you get at like a gas station so we wouldn't have to do... you know do bullshit like breaking into a tattoo shop- OW!"

Feitan flicked (Y/N)'s forehead, Feitan advised,
"Boss not liking foul language, tattoos done"

(Y/N) looked at her left hand, the recognizable spider was now tattooed on her hand but what caught (Y/N)'s attention was it's symbol,
"Feitan this is just an n on my hand"

(Y/N) pointed out as she turned to Feitan, who was ripping a paper towel and soaking it in liquid. He explains,
"Value Hebrew, number 8. Spiders have 8 eyes"

(Y/N) stared at her hand. ח was now her number,
"How symbolic"

(Y/N) muttered as Feitan wrapped her hand in plastic wrap,
"Few days, keep clean"

We're his instructions. As they were both getting ready to leave the tattoo shop they broke into, (Y/N) wondered how she get into all this. It's been about five days since she separated from Gon and the others but she felt an urgency to get to them. Feitan never met up with Chrollo, Machi, and Pakunoda it's been a while since everyone were together, but according to Chrollo they would all meet up for the York New auction.

Feitan gave his farewell and now (Y/N) sat at an airport with her phone, dialing one of the only numbers in it. It ringed for a bit and eventually someone picked up,
"Shhh hold on its (Y/N). Hello?"

Came a groggy and tired voice of none other than Leorio. (Y/N) thought it shouldn't be too late, she looked at a tower with a clock, 12am. Leorio and the others must have had a similar time, shit, (Y/N) mentally told herself as she responded,
"Leorio, hey I'm done with... my family... thing. I'm at the airport and uh which ticket should I get?"

After a bit of rustling Leorio tells (Y/N),
"Get the ticket to the Rupblic of Padokea and when you land look for the first bus heading to Kukuroo Mountain even if it's a tour bus. (Y/N) why are you up this late?"

(Y/N) wrote everything down and answers,
"Used to it, okay I should be there soon, if I'm not there in by tomorrow assume I'm dead, see you then!"
"Wait WHAT!?-"

And with that, the call ended and (Y/N) now had urgent things to attend to. She stood up from her bench to head towards the desk to buy a ticket but at the corner of her eye she notices a small pink box next to her that she for sure remembers not being there before. She stares at it, debating whether to pick it up or not. She does as she slips the ribbon off and slowly removes the top. It was a pair of black silk gloves with light blue teardrops on the palm of the gloves. Attached is a small folded note. She opens it and in neat cursive it read:

We all have our dirty little secrets~

(Y/N) looked around to see if anyone was there, quickly using her nen to detect anyone around her but no nothing. He left before she realized her guard was down. She stood confused as she walked more towards the boarding area. There wasn't that many people at the hour. She turned back to the desk when she felt safe enough to get her ticket, she was informed to board the small plane that would be landing in about an hour or so. As she made her way  to her seat she looks out at the window to her right she stared at the moon in the sky. It barely started peeking, showing a small sliver of it's bright light. She kept the gloves clutched in her hand for a while before deciding  to put them on. Each finger slid perfectly and it had a comfortable tightness that wasn't suffocating.

Through the open windows, (Y/N) watched the planes land and depart as a way to pass time. (Y/N) would call this a moment of silence to herself but silence was a luxury. She began hearing ringing when the space around her was dead silent. She asked companion and even strangers if they could. As the pilot staff, which consisted of one flight attendant and two pilots, announce (Y/N)'s plane number she got up to hand her ticket. Suddenly, through (Y/N)'s peripheral vision a black shadow sprinted. She turned her head to the right when the glass window shattered. (Y/N) raised her arms to her face to shield herself from the glass as the impact sent her falling backwards. Screaming and cries were heard as (Y/N) slowly looked up to see all the windows at the airport completely destroyed. She then looks down at herself to see the cuts and shards of glass poking and tearing her body. She could feel the warmth of her blood slowly drip down as (Y/N) laid down backwards to save her strength. This would be a long morning ahead.
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White robed figures were kneeled down at a white marble rhombus  shape. There was a large crack in the middle as the room filled with weeping and quiet sobs. The leader, wearing a similar white robe with gold lines at their selves, walked to the podium and gets on all fours to kiss the stand that holds the rhombus. The leader rises up and turns to face the small crowd of kneeling people. The leaders lifts his hands up to the people,
"Kronos has risen! They have responded to our prayers and grant us our wishes. Time will move forward and burn the back. In the moon's bath of crimson, blood will be spilled and Kronos will consume the child that faces the dark Earth!"

At the masculine voice, cries of joy and congratulations was the people's response.