Let The Pieces Fall

Killua

Gon's question was that of a shattering of glass. The inquiry still resonated in the ears of others even after its deliverance. Soon, a faint thud was heard from the end of the long table.

The elder's frail hands had set her cup on a coaster as though it suddenly grew stale.

The noise made Mito look back at her mother with unease as a chuckle escaped her lips that barely dented the air, believing that Gon was solely joking. It quickly died after she took one glimpse at her nephew.

His face remained blank.

Mito was struck with worry, soon walking slowly towards the dining table.

"What do you me-"

"Mito." a sharp voice swiftly cut her off. "Not now...Gon is home now." The elder spoke softly, hands grabbing her cup once more for a long sip.

Mito looked to Gon who's face she missed gravely, not wanting to ruin what was supposed to be a joyous moment. She then returned her direction back to her mother. "Right...right." She echoed faintly.

Mito soon quickly composed herself, remembering that the man who brought Gon home was present. "Where are my manners. I-I" the woman's eyes quickly darted to the stove were the rice was now settling. "I'll bring the food." she finished.

Dinner had went on in silence.

Everyone's plate was empty and Hisoka stood up with his.

"Oh! I can wash it" Mito quickly said as she rose from her chair.

"No need. I got it~"the man insisted, advancing towards the sink and turned the handle to the left with one fluid motion.

The sound of running water filled the kitchen and Mito looked back at his nephew who stared blankly at his plate.

"Gon" Mito called out, making the boy lift his head in response. "Why don't you wash up." she said, nodding her head towards the direction of the staircase.

A hesitant "Okay." left the boys mouth before he got up and pushed in his chair, grating the wooden floor boards causing an unpleasant sound to ring in the other's ears. Soon after, The stairs creaked from the boys weight, followed by a closing of a door.

Mito stacked the plates that were on the table and went towards the sink, washing them besides Hisoka. She glanced up at the man before turning her attention back to the dishes.
"Can I ask you a question?" She said.

"Perhaps.~♣" The man absentmindedly responded as his eyes were still fixated on the dishes.

She picked the utensils off from the bottom of the sink and lazily passed them by the running water, more focused on wanting to understand what's happening with her nephew. She took his response as a yes. "Tell me what you know." She finally spoke.

There was a short pause before the man spoke as though contemplating how much he should tell. Him being himself however, he didn't hold much back. " The boy lost years of his memory." he answered nonchalantly, grabbing a washcloth off of a hanger in front of him to dry the inside of his glass. "Its remarkable really."

"Remarkable?!" Mito barked, clenching a grimy fork as though she was going to impale him with it. "You call my baby having amnesia-" the woman's eyes narrowed as she stepped dangerously close to the man "Remarkable?!" she exclaimed in incredulity.

The woman was clearly upset but the man remained composed as though dealing with a toddler having a tantrum.

-Wrong choice of words perhaps?-

"It's just interesting how Gon remembers everything before the Hunter exam, but not the Hunter exam itself." he murmured looking at the glass as it showed his reflection, turning it a tad to see the women's as well who appeared more calm than before. He placed it gingerly onto the table, eyes turning towards Mito as it had a mischievous air to them. "Wouldn't you agree?~♣"

The woman thought about his statement before lowering her improvised weapon. "I-I guess..." she breathed in defeat.

The man grinned as they now were on the same page. "See? Remarkable.~♣" he restated. The man turned around and advanced towards the staircase, stopping halfway. "Oh, and the meal was delightful." he said before going all the way up.

Mito watched as the man disappeared from her sight and looked back at her mom, rubbing her temples as though this whole situation gave her a migraine.

"Do you think I should call..." her voice trailed off as her eyes drifted towards the home phone.

"Do what you think is right dear." the elder advised.

Mito hesitantly went over to the home phone, picking it up with one hand while the other went to a small ringed notepad on the table next to her, flipping the pages until she saw a familiar name with their number written below.

She dialed in the numbers and stood by, listening to each buzz until it ceased.

There was apparent breathing on the other side.

"Hello?" A weary voice uttered.

"Killua." Mito spoke. "I need you to come here."