Another Passing Day ＊ REVISED ＊

Chapter Nineteen ＊ REVISED ＊

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"You should really be more concerned for yourself than them. You're going to die, but they only suffered small scratches; at least in my perspective."

I shuddered with rage as the female Killua appeared to widen his creepy grin-if that was even possible. She would have been dazzlingly beautiful if not for the fact that she was covered in blood. In fact, I might have even asked her if she was related to Kil first.

"They better not be hurt." I gritted my teeth as I spat out the words.

She laughed maniacally, "So what if they are? It's not like you can do anything about it!"

"I can't do anything?" My words were rather quiet, but I was sure she heard them, and hopefully pierced her ears with my next screams of anger, "If my children have even one bruise on their bodies you will pay by the hundredth fold!" With these words her ears seemed to ring, and I was slightly satisfied at my wonderful voice. Couldn't handle my angelic voice, huh?

"If you live that long, that is." Her eyes seemed to widen as she prepared to fight me.

I gave a slightly excited grin as I powered up my Nen. Sometimes my Nen took longer to release than others, and this was one of those times. But, thank the Lord for strategies, because I would never have survived this fight without them.

Bouncing off the seemingly concrete walls, I ricocheted towards her, using small bursts of Nen in my feet to propel me forward. My Nen knives were in my left hand, and my right hand was covered with a sort of Nen armor that one could consider punching gloves that protected you from most injuries. With one last burst of Nen I reached her and instead of using my fist and knives, I pulled up my inactive feet and kicked her in the gut, sending her back a few yards.

Her grin just seemed to widen as I felt dizzy, but I bit my lip and kept fighting. I kept using mirage attacks with my feet until my Nen Punching glove powered up enough. My knives were already ready, but I preferred to use them only in the darkest of times.

I knew this woman, though I wish I didn't. It was barely a photo to base her off of.

Mona, or rather Killua's sister-my sister-in-law, jumped at me, her hands turning into bear paws with large claws attached to the bundle. I loved bears but this was too much.

"Grrr!" She growled inhumanly as I prepared my Nen Throwing Knives.

I'm surprised I was doing this well considering I haven't really fought with anyone for all these years. I mean, I trained Xelo, but that wasn't fighting. That was sparring.

When her clawed hands came at me, I was forced to use my Nen gloved hands. It wasn't as easy as it normally was-pushing my enemy back. I guess I never really thought too much into the fact that Killua's family is entirely full of trained assassins. This means she has been trained since she was a young child to fight and kill others, while I only learned Nen when I was 15, leaving a huge gap.

Finally pushing her back with a huff, I noticed she was getting tired as well. Our lengthy battle was obviously not her style, and neither was it mine, because I liked short battles, not long battles.

"You know..." She said between breathing, "I thought your son had some potential, so I told him a bit about his father..." Mona looked at me with her maniacal grin returning, "A few scars included, of course..." Then, with one last glance, she made me freeze. Her eyes were bloodthirsty, but behind that facade was loneliness and fear-the fear of being found out. Found out of what, I don't know.

"Look," I started, catching my breath, "I don't want to fight you if I can avoid it. I don't think you want to fight me either. Just tell me what your motive is here."

Mona paused and gave me a hesitant glance, but when an unfamiliar aura in the distance spiked, she became furious and started to attack me without reason. My shock was evident as she punched me in the gut with her clawed pointer finger out, stabbing my guts thoroughly. Not that I didn't have enough scars there from my kids.

Groaning in pain, I collapsed to the floor. I had to finish this battle or run away.

Run.

Run away Arietta.

Run and don't look back.

But... The kids are waiting for me. I have to fight her and win. That was a definite now.

As I caught my breath, I noticed her preparing to charge me again. I quickly attempted to stop the bleeding by using my Nen to clot the blood. A majority of my Nen went into my fists, and the rest to my feet. The lingering amount that was still a weapon was my Nen knives. Wielding two in each hand and having one hidden in my pocket, I charged her first, trying my first strategy while throwing the knives at her, only throwing the best shots.

After one hit her I would run up and kick her, right afterwards I would give her a "stunning" arrangement of punches. I repeated that until she lost too much blood to continue. My wound had reopened, but I was still determined to just use my Nen to clot the blood so far.

I slowly began to walk towards the door, but the woman's voice stopped me.

"L-Listen... Y-You're bette-er off without K-Kil. He's done s-so many b-bad things. You wo-wouldn't understand." Her voice was hoarse and cracking.

"He's my husband, and I won't allow you to talk bad about hi-"

"H-husband?!" Her voice squealed with a pitch higher than my own.

"Ye-yeah... We got married quite a while ago. You really need to get with the program." I muttered.

Suddenly she started chuckling, and a strange feeling rose in my gut; something is wrong here.

"B-But Kil... He's dead."