Contact || S. Ryuusei

10

Y/N walked through the streets of Masadora, the colorful decorations and lively people catching her eye. She kept her guard up, observing other players.

Spotting the spherical Spell Card Shop, she walked in calmly. Before she could approach the counter, she realized that there were a group of people in front of her, making a commotion.

She couldn't quite hear what they were arguing about, their voices overlapping as they spoke. The Card Seller NPC stood stoically at the counter, staring at them all.

Y/N took a good look at what was happening. There were four of them. A man with blond hair with piercing eyes and a lack of eyebrows, young woman with dark hair and round glasses, a man with jet black hair, with a mask covering most of his face, and a young blond man who dressed in lavender.  They were a peculiar group, all wearing things you would never catch Y/N dead in.

She could sense their aura. Of course they had to be powerful. She had to prevent herself from sighing. Maybe it would be better if she didn't bother them.

Slowly, the chatter of the group irritated her to the core. Although she was wary of their power, her impatience outweighed her fear. She quickly pushed past them, buying 30 spell cards.

Her actions led to another outburst. The angry blond with piercing eyes glared at her, and started saying something about people cutting lines. His bloodlust seemed to grow, making her shiver.

Even then, she had too big of an ego to say anything about it. She could almost guess what he was about to say, so she responded quickly.

"As if! You're the ones that were taking so long anyway!" Y/N responded, her aura spiking in annoyance.

Before she could leave the store, she was stopped by one of them. Her eyes widened as she heard her name.

"Y/N, is that you?" The man in lavender looked at her with a smile.

The shock she felt could be heard in her voice. "Shalnark!? Of course the one in the weirdest outfit is you." Her comment made the rest of the group gasp at her. Their offended reactions made her smirk in victory.

Shalnark scoffed, "Rich coming from you! F/C is totally not your color!"

"You're wearing lavender! That's no different!" Y/N retorted.

The skepticism between the thieves present was dwindled by the banter between the two. It was almost laughable. The man in the mask looked at the two and grinned. "Lovebirds."

Now it was time for Y/N and Shalnark to agree on something. "We're not in love!" The two denied in sync.

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As Y/N walked out of the Spell Card Shop, she couldn't help but smile. Although it was dangerous for her to meet Shalnark, she was happy that she could.

She walked out of the city of Masadora, reaching a rocky area. She kicked a pebble in boredom, watching as it defeated a small beast.

As she slowly reached the area where Gon, Killua, and Bisky temporarily resided, she sighed. How would they feel about the meeting she had today?

Y/N approached the green-haired boy, "Here are the cards you asked for."

"Thanks!" Gon responded, smiling wide.

The calmness in the air made the others happy, but it slightly unnerved Y/N. It was quiet. Too quiet.

So, she decided to spill about her day. She knew they were listening, so she started to speak.

"Y'know, I met a group of people at Masadora today," she paused dramatically.

"And...what makes these people so special?" Killua inquired, already having enough of Y/N's antics. She smirked impishly at his response, faking worry as she sighed.

"I may or may not have ran into members of the notorious Phantom Troupe!" She exaggerated, somehow managing to keep a straight face. She could tell easily who they were, just from what she'd heard from them. The strong aura they and and obvious bloodlust didn't prevent her from being suspicious, either.

That seemed to get the attention of her companions.

"WHAT!? DO YOU KNOW HOW DANGEROUS THAT IS!?" Bisky scolded.

"Don't worry...it should be fine," Y/N tried to reassure them, "I didn't anger them too much."

"What's that supposed to mean!?"