Dirty Drivers

Chapter 6

Gon's POV

I awoke from my light sleep with the slamming of a car door and a hostile pounding on the front door downstairs. I blink confused, trying to gather my thoughts from my sleepless night and lumber out of my bed. The early morning sun was barely out and provided no light causing me to stumbled over loose items and trip out of my door.

Voices were shouting at each other, rattling the thin walls and quick footsteps stomped around erupting mini earthquakes throughout the house. I quickly made my way downstairs and hurried into the front of the shop.

I reach my hand through the beaded door and part the curtain, analyzing the scene before me.

A bossy blond man in a crisp suit was jabbing his finger into Ashton's chest and shouting at him. Ash was bright red as he tumbled into his jeans from yesterday, trying to focus on what the man was saying. The man stood barely up to Ashton's shoulder but he didn't seem intimidated at all and he was ordering the latter multiple commands,

"You better bring Killua to me this instant before I sue you, and sue this dirty shop, and sue this stupid dirty town!" The yellow haired man barked at Ashton and glared at me with intense rage, "What are you just standing around for?!"

The man swung his finger to point at me, his phone at his ear in his other hand, and a briefcase at the doorstep.

Woah. The shop isn't that dirty. Way too aggressive, at this time in the morning.

I clear my throat and grab the blond's attention again,

"Sir, what's the problem you've got going on here?" I question him, hands on my hips, walking into the middle of the room to stand near Ashton. A yawn creeps up on me and I try to force it down. But it ends up screwing up my face into a stupid expression.

The blond does a double take with me, sizing me up. I puff my chest a little higher as he stalked up to me and leaned into my face.

"My name is Kurapika Kurta, and I work for the Zoldyck family business. And this is a complete and total waste of my time," he spat, "I monitor celebrities with every inch of my willpower because it's my job, and I am currently searching for my client, who 'went missing' last night which defeats the whole purpose of my job. So if either of you rats can't help me, I'm calling the police for kidnapping."

The blond chewed each word like wet tobacco. He meant every sentence he spoke and his glare bore deep into my skull and prickled angrily in my hair. Ashton and I looked at each other, too stunned to speak.

Kurapika glared one last time then huffed, "Alright then," and started to dial a number on his cellphone.

I raise my eyebrows and grit my teeth at the irritating man. Of course he works for Killua, snobs attract other snobs. I step forward and make a move towards the blond,

"You've got no right to stomp your little blond ass up in my shop, throw a tantrum, wake me from my beauty sleep, trash talk the place, and then threaten to sue me in my own home for a man I didn't kidnap!" I shout angrily squeezing my fist.

Ashton shoots forward and grabs my arms, holding me back. Kurapika looked at me in shock and disgust and slowly brought the phone away from his ear. His gaze became ten times sharper than before, and lines protruded from his defined cheekbones. Lines of hatred.

"Oh my god I am so sorry man-I mean sir- he's just not a morning person. Right Gon!?" Ashton spoke through strained teeth, squeezing my arms tightly.
I smack him off of me and readjust my shirt, still glaring at the silent man.

Kurapika advanced forward and opened his mouth to reply, but the jingle of the beaded door grabbed his attention.

"Hey guys, what's all the noise for? It's only like 8:00."