Wish Of A Shooting Star

17

" I never wanted to see her again. "

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It wasn't at all that nerve wracking for (Y/n) to come out of the tower again, but the thought of seeing that damn woman made her a little nervous. The girl kept herself close to her friends as they walked back to Wing's apartment. Zushi was nowhere to be seen, supposing that he already went home to get rest. It was only a few hours before midnight, people do need to get some sleep.

People were still outside, as to be expected. This city is known for the tower, yes, but it also has a booming nightlife. There aren't that many fights happening in the tower at this time, as fighters need to get their sleep, but there are other things that tourists can make themselves busy with. There were malls, restaurants, parks that are open late at night. Venues would be open late at night. Clubs are packed with young adults trying to enjoy themselves and bask under the moonlight.

Unfortunately there wouldn't be time to indulge, but maybe for another night. For now, the trio has a task they need to focus on, and that's learning how to use nen.

Wing's hotel room isn't far from them now. Just a few more steps and they'll get there. But why does it feel like it'll take forever to get there? (Y/n) hummed to herself as she stuck herself closer to her friends, feeling the sick emotion of paranoia hitting her. There were alleys that were dark, perfect for people to sneak up on others.

"Wait..you can't think like that right now (Y/n). Pull yourself together," a part of the girl's brain scolded her, but clearly it wasn't getting to (Y/n). Soon enough her feelings would die down as they spot a familiar building. The warm light of the lantern embraced the girl, giving her the comfort she needed, something she didn't personally request but greatly appreciated.

Gon and Killua's movements were rushed, eager to learn about nen, while the girl faltered. The nen user hung around the door a little more scoping out the area to see if they were being followed. There was no need for her to do so, but she felt like she should. Her hand presses itself against the door frame, her (e/c) staring at the bustling streets.

Nothing. No one here looked suspicious.

With a sigh, the girl finally let herself in, bringing the door to a close. Once inside, (Y/n) sat in a chair nearby, quietly listening to Wing explain the terms of learning nen. One could learn how to use nen within six months, but that is if one is dedicated to the work. Wing's pupil, Zushi, was described to have gotten the hang of Ten within those few months. Really..it just depends on the person learning nen and how good their teacher is.

"We have no other choice but to force it in you. We don't have that much time," Wing mumbled. He softly rubbed his chin, tilting his head down to think about something. (Y/n) watched carefully, looking at her friends' backs. For a moment, she felt someone look at her. Her (e/c) eyes connect with icy blues, intent to find something. But what? The girl didn't know, or she was too oblivious to see that her friend is worried about her.

Killua looked away from the nen user to stare at Wing. The older male proposed that he use his own nen to open up their nodes, to release aura. Though they have to be cautious, as it might be life or death on them. Instead of relaxing, like how she was earlier, (Y/n) sat up. She leans forward, her hands on her knees. The girl knew she shouldn't be nervous but the procedure seems dangerous. She was lucky enough to have learned how to use nen before coming to the arena.

"(Y/n)," Wing called out to the girl that sat idle on a chair, "Relax. I can tell your agitated. You used your nen earlier, I'm sure you're exhausted." The older male looked at the young lady, his lips arching into a pout. "Sit back. I'm sure they can handle themselves."