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

11 Reasons to shut the fuck up

"Hey its Kit-Kat!" I smile, collapsing onto the edge of the highest point on the mountain. Killua and Gon soon joined me.

"35.01 hours and sixty five seconds. Not bad." He smiled, walking over and reaching out for my hand.

"Ah, are you kidding me!? We nearly died. This exam is insane." Killua panted, getting up and dragging Gon over the ledge.

"Why is it so tiring?" Gon mumbled, his face plastered against the dry grass. His hair looked greener then ever in the sunlight.

"The fur on most of the magical beasts here were bred to drain nen from possible intruders in the underground work. The association took down an illegal dispatch of them and decided to use them this year."

"I told you guys Zetsu would've helped." Killua sighed.

"Well its nice to see you again, Kurapika. Have you seen Leorio?"

My head shot up, "L-Leorio? As in Paladinight?"

"Oh, you know him?" Kurapika asked, lifting an eyebrow as I dusted myself off.

"Are you kidding!? He's making it big in Wisconsin! Everyone is paying high price if they can, but even then he'll see you for free. Like, who does that? That's so amazing! You guys must be really proud of him, he gets a lot of ladies out for his money, but he gives it all away to charities with that hunter license of his." I ramble, remembering how thankful I was that he saved one of my childhood friends out of nowhere.

Everyone stared at me, surprised. I cough, stood up and continued, my face feeling hot. "Well, he saved a friend of mine free of cost, and I never got to repay him. If any of you keep contact with him, tell him I'm still handing him those quarters." I huff, frowning at the memory.

"Sugoi." Gon murmured. Killua and Kurapika hummed in agreement.

My eye twitched. I hated, hated with a deadly passion....the use of other languages I don't understand.

"What was that? What language was that?"

"So Kurapika, what do we do now?" Killua asked over me, and I clicked my tongue.

"Hey! What did you say!? Was it Japanese!?"

"Wow that tent is huge."

I resisted the urge to say that's what she said since I was most definitely upset. I walked over to them, peering over the opposite end of the cliff.

There, on the side, stuck like some tree roots were miniature batches of tents. They were all a variety of colors, and I frowned, looking for the tent.

"How many colors was the tent supposed to have?" Gon asked.

"Ten, right? Yeah. Ten." I answer.

"Correct. Now here's your watches, don't loose them, and don't die." Kurapika smiled, handing me a red watch, Gon a yellow watch, and Killua a blue watch.

"Primary colors, sweeEEEEYYYEEE" Killua yelped as Kurapika patiently waited for us to lock on our watches and then smile at us one last time, suddenly shoving us over the edge with a mere "Good luck.".

I catch myself on a tent like Gon and Killua do, growling up at Kurapika.

"You wasted twenty minutes, by the way!" He called down, turning out of view.

"Well, damn." I sigh, hopping inside the blue striped tent I caught myself on. I felt my heart in my throat as I held on to the swaying fabric for dear life, eyeing the slide that led into a pit of snakes. They rattled their tales as I called out to Gon and Killua.

"Guys, guys don't jump onto the tents! They're traps!" I call, poking my head out and momentarily confused by the angling of the mountain.

I could lay down in the slide, keeping my arms out so I don't fall in, and peer down at the rows and clumps of other tents.

"OK! Try to find the tent!" Gon called back, poking his head out of a purple tent, and Killua giving a thumbs up, hanging from the cloth of a orange striped tent slightly above Gon.

"Fine fine, don't get reckless." I say, throwing myself out and landing on a red tent, leaping from tent to tent.

"Sienna! Over here!" They called, just as I was about to call them over.

"But, I found one with ten colors over there?" I say, pointing behind me as I swing from a pink striped tent over the tent they both sat on.

"But look! There's green, blue, orange, yellow, purple, gray, black, red, pink, brown, and...um..."

"Beige." Killua added.

I stared at them, then sighed.

"You guys are idiots."

"What!? But that's ten!" Gon pouted.

I shook my head. "Nope. Wrong. Try again."

"These are ten different colored stripes. Can't you count?" Killua huffed annoyed.

"I can." I shoot back. "You're the one that can't count there's more then ten there."

"Prove it!" They shout and I growl.

"Fine! See!? One, two, three, four, five six seven, eight nine ten e-mother-fucking-leven!" I hiss, pressing down on a white stripe hard enough to make a small puncture hole.

"White isn't a color! Its the absence of it!" Killua snaps.

"Argh, dummy, clear is the absence of color! Who was your art teacher? You need white, black, red, yellow, bl-"

"Wait-" Gon stops us, hands pushing us apart.

"Red. Yellow. Blue- OH!" I gasp, realizing we didn't need to find a tent with ten colors.

"We need to find a white tent." Killua finishes, shaking his bracelet.

Me and Gon inspect ours, and I watch as small air bubbles poke through the ink inside. The bracelets are clear, then?

We all look up at each other, and with a smile we zip away to look for the colorless tent.