Two Rivers: Beginnings

Recovery X Hatsu X 44

HEAVEN'S ARENA

Beside the glass wall of high-class room within one of the tallest structures in the world, stood a certain red-head pondering about issues in his twisted life. Okay, well issues that he encountered for the past few weeks. He had already forgotten most of the events in the past 20 years of his life.

He was wearing a white bathrobe, and his hair still wet from his bath. He liked how water dripped and dropped down from his hair, and it had somehow become a habit feeling it happening. He sighed and continued to stare at the city thousands of kilometers down from where he stood.

He was getting bored. Boredom was his greatest enemy. It had been a month since Gon's confinement and he couldn't help but wonder when they would be able to fight. He wondered how her injuries were getting along...

During those months he had been fighting the urge to murder that Gido person, but then he knew Gon would prefer getting revenge on her own. Besides, if he took care of her target how would she grow strong enough so that Hisoka could kill her with satisfaction...?

Although... killing the young Zoldyck first would be more satisfactory for so many reasons, but he couldn't do that just yet. He disliked the kid, but he has potential to be a great match given a little more time. So he decided to wait for him, too.

Then he wondered what the little girl would look like once he had taken the life of her precious... friend.

Flinch

Well, that was disconcerting.

Hisoka dismissed whatever came to mind as well as the odd feeling of discomfort that suddenly attacked him. For now, he deduced that he simply needed to vent his irritation on someone, regardless of who it was. And right on cue- as if the gods were afraid of his wrath- his phone rang.

RING! RIIING! RIIIING!

He nonchalantly walked towards it and squeezed his wet hair damp before answering.

"Moshi, Moshi?"

"Hisoka." A vaguely familiar voice called firmly.

"That's me." He answered with his trademark tone-of-voice. There was a momentary silence, and for a moment he wanted to put the phone down. Obviously, prank calls could only worsen his mood.

And he almost did so, when the man on the other line finally spoke. "This is Kastro."

He paused. Who?

"And I challenge you to a match."

...

A little later within another room a few floors below, a certain silver-head was staring at a raven-haired little girl with unmasked skepticism. Gon was already making a one-hand stand and it hadn't even been a month since her lethal nen battle. According to the doctor, people would normally get healed within at least 3 months... but then again, Gon was never normal.

"What's with you?" He voiced out half-jokingly, with his eyes following her movements. He told her she shouldn't even be standing yet, but then she just handed him a pack of... dried fish.

"That's my secret."

Twitch

He pointed on the bed. "Get some rest, you dolt!"

"Mou, how mean..." she mumbled and slow-stepped to her bed. But then she paused.

"Don't you even want to taste it?"

His eyes twitched again. "No. And it stinks like hell."

"Try it though; it's super yummy and good for your health."