The Fog and The Red Rain [A HunterxHunter fan fic]

Misconception

"Stupid, stupid stupid...." I mumble to myself, staring at my room key. Black sand was in fact, not referring to actual black sand such as the volcanic residue in Hawaii.

"At least the weather was nice." I mumble, sliding the key down and pushing the door open to the B.Lack sand inn. This hotel was honestly as nasty as it could get here in New York.

I decide to call up one of my old friends, Bethany since her explosion of messages wondering where I was was starting to bother me.

"The hunter exam."

"Yes." I grumble, throwing my bag to the side, I was taking that to the hunter exam after all.

"Hazel, you're going to bust, your, shit."

"How supportive. Truly, I can feel your soul sending waves of positivity my way." I groan.

"Whatever. If you die I'm gonna be so angry at you-I'll like, piss on your grave or something I don't know. Oh! The information you wanted!"

"Lay it on me, weakling."

Apparently, the exam time is now a full week. This was not the problem, though. Because of so many children suddenly deciding they can handle the exam, -and brutally dying- there will now be a rule to become an official participant for anyone under the age of 18.

"What the bloody hell happened to allowing anyone in?"

"Well shit kid I wouldn't want to watch children die all day too, okay? Besides, imagine how much time that wastes. I think its an improvement."

I huff, annoyed. This was true, actually.

"Don't worry though, honestly they're just left over jobs normal hunters can't take. Ten of them, easy and done. You choose to do them before or after the exam, but you don't have time here. Because of that, you'll have a physical evaluation at the testing site."

"So clearly it's just a waste of time." I finish, deciding to poke around for anything sketchy around my room.

"Yep. Gotta go before I start missing your smell of spider lilys and blade oil. Oh and, Haze."

"Hm?" I ask, ripping a camera from a wall in the mouse hole of the closet.

"Don't snap." Click. The line went dead.

I pause, smirking slightly at how thoughtful my friends really are.

After a claim to the manager about privacy and hauling sixteen cameras into the trash, the old pudgy man had offered a pass to the secret resort underground.

The price was exactly, $43.05. I first gave him this and he drowned slightly, his white eyebrows coming together from his lack of grooming. I smiled, took a penny from my pocket and bit it in half. 1/2, right? His eyes lit up and he sighed, probably glad he didn't give away the exam.

I decided to wear my proper gear anyways, tying my baggy shirt behind me and staring at the pouches of metal and ink powder I use to meditate. I drop the red silk pouches into my leg holster under my skirt, and put on my combat boots. My red gloves glide smoothly through the sleeves of my long trench coat, and I clip my neck protecting collar close. I'll clean up my katana's later, slinging them over my shoulder.

I was thankful for the visit to Hawaii actually, since it calmed my nerves to a point that I almost forgot who I was. The sea is definitely a wonder of the world.

For a moment I think of kurapika, and send him a quick 'Wow I don't usually know how to thank people but I'm trying aka thanks for the tips even though the market thing threw me off and I kinda hate you but still thanks.' Message. I don't usually talk to anyone who has benefited me, so I felt really awkward sending it. We've talked on and off for six weeks, but I still feel weird on how we're almost friends.