Heavens Devil

The devils throne

A/N
Merry Christmas!
I got a small gift for ya, the new story I started a while ago. It was supposed to be a one shot but well... I'm bad in writing less xx So sorry xD So I'll make it a short story! With I guess about 5 Chapter or something. It's Hisogon (what else~) but it's not going to be as brutal as property through blood or as sweet as possession. It's kinda... Different. Won't tell too much, but make sure to have fun! Updates will come not so recently, as I'm mostly busy with my main story but they will come recently! Now, read ya next time!

The devils throne

It was cold outside, while the young black-green headed boy walked straight through the rarely lit pathway. Why he even had thought to come here? This felt ridiculous... No, it WAS ridiculous to think he might help him. This man wasn't trustworthy, Gon knew but he still remembered their match... Back at greed island, when the three of them worked together just like friends! He never saw the magician again after this though. No one knew where he went to, nor what he was doing. The last thing Gon remembered, was that Hisoka, the magician, wanted to fight with Chrollo. The leader of the phantom troupe, a well known bunch of thiefs. He couldn't even tell, if Hisoka got the fight he has been aiming for... And all of a sudden?! He got this note. Placed on the boys desk, inside his room! How did Hisoka even get there, without him noticing? Probably because Gon couldn't sense him... Without Nen? The jester though wrote within that note, that he could met up with him... Meet up in order to train. Together! He was supposed to train with a strong fighter like him?! Gon knew since a while, that Hisoka was anything but trustworthy. He only acted out of his own intentions, so this move also only suited into his own plans... Although the temptation happened to be just as intense for Gon, like it probably was for the jester himself... After the boy lost his Nen, now about two years later, he still struggled to recover completely. Even after all this time, after he trained, strengthened his aura, after trying everything he could think of! Nothing happened... Slowly Gon turned desperate and just as he thought about giving up, he found this note... And now, he traveled back to the main land, walked straight towards the well lit tower he had spend bunch of time in. The heavens arena where he was supposed to met up with the other hunter.

Gon sighed and finally stopped in front of the entrance. Maybe he should have come here much earlier, as he could have been trained enough by now. He cursed to himself for being this brainless, while he slowly entered the building. Even without his Nen working, Gon was able to sense a lot of strong auras around the area. Each one of them lurking of bloodlust and this was just the perfect place to live it. Gon moved forward, each step echoing through the hallway, while he kept his gaze upon the end where the lifts were located. Nothing has changed, the youngster noticed, what brung back sweet memories. How he first heard about Nen... How Wing-San and Zushi trained with Killua and him! Killua... He still struggled to get along with his family after Alluka and him finished traveling around. He started working as just the assassin he always was supposed to be, what didn't really suited either Killua himself, nor Gon. In order to keep his sister safe though, he needed to! Illumi made sure there wouldn't be any other way out... The boy stepped into the lift, his mood rather excited but also cautious. He knew that what he was about to do was dangerous. If he wanted to recover his Nen, there was no other chance than to take the risk. Hisoka wouldn't actually kill him, would he? Gon doubted it, as the magician always seeks for a good challenge. Waiting for his fruits to get ripe, that's what he calls it. Maybe he decided to help a little in order to get Gon ripe enough to plug? Only thinking about that caused his teeth to crunch. He really wasn't going to make it easy! He was going to fight, to take the risk again, just to finally recover the only thing that was able to make him strong.