Waltz Of A Dying Dragon

7

" There are some like you, and then there are others that are not. "

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(Y/n) sat back, her back leaning against the dry wall. Her eyes stare at her friends as she took her break. The fight wasn't at all exhausting, as she won with the help of her spirit dragon, but she does deserve one. She had been the first one up. She might as well have set the expectations for her friends. To be the expectation was something that she didn't want to be.

A smile decorates her face as she looked to her friends, sending a wave to them as she sat back. The people on the other side were waiting for one of them to step onto the middle platform. They wanted a fight, they were going to get one. The discussion among the boys were somewhat quiet, but (Y/n) could hear what they were saying. She wasn't far from them to have their voices completely muffled.

"I'll go," Kurapika said, "And then who ever wants to go next can go after me." The blond took a step forward but he was stopped by a scoff that left Leorio. There a smirk lied on the eldest male's face. He knew that something was up between them, or at least something way different. Gon looked up at the one with glasses and tilted his head to the side. The other kid seemed to know what Leorio is implying and he honestly never thought about it like that.

Well whatever is happening between the two was their business. It's not Killua's business to stuff his nose in whatever weird friendship they have.

"A sudden confidence boost huh?" Leorio remarked. He crossed his arms and stood confidently. There's something brewing in there. Seeing that the two were basically strangers that immediately clung on to each other, it's easy to assume that-

"Let him go, Leorio," (Y/n) spoke, her eyes staring at her tallest companion. "If he wants to go then let him go." The girl turned her head away to look at her pet dragon. Pyra's eyes pierce through Leorio, her tongue slithering out of her mouth. Curiously she pondered the reasons to why the male thought that. As far as what the dragon had been seeing, it's all been friendly gestures here and there. This man's mind must be jumping to conclusions.

Kurapika responded to Leorio with silence, his grey eyes staring up at a familiar brown pair. With a nod, he dismissed himself. In turn of his arrival, another person from the other side of the room walked to the middle. The man was blue, with tattoos littered all over him. His body was changed or shaped by surgery. It appears that she had gotten the better one of the buff males that were part of the prisoner group.

The archer could hear comments coming from her peers. Mostly from the kids. Killua could be heard making fun of him, making remarks or comments about his appearance. (Y/n) watched silently, letting her dragon evaluate her friend's opponent for her. They can share thoughts, as they're bounded by the soul. Her spirit pets can listen to her thoughts and sometimes their opinions conflict with hers. That's due to their individuality, because they're different beings stuck to her soul.

"He is a little odd, don't you think Pyra?" (Y/n) whispered to her small companion, her hands delicately nuzzling the snout. The small dragon seemed to coo at the touch of her owner, pressing her nose closer to have a better feel. "I don't think I fancy his attitude either. I heard him boasting about his crimes. A little disgusting don't you think? I guess people like him do have ego problems."

Chatter surrounded the group of teens as they watched the match unfold before them. A smile placed itself on Killua's face as he sat at the edge, his feet dangling over. "He's lying about those kills. I would know," he spoke. His hands gently tapped on his lap, going with a rhythm stuck in his mind. Gon looked to his friend curiously and then to the archer behind them. She watched attentively, with interest of the results of this battle. Leorio looked the most unnerved between them, but that may be because he hasn't at least seen someone like this.