Homeland of trash of gems

Chapter 4

Third person pov

Throughout the year, a certain group has been moving a lot less frequently than usual.

No one knew why.

And a certain clown was going to figure out why.

A man in his early 20’s that had red hair could be seen boarding a train.

His face was pale with an exception of a pink star and a blue tear painted under his eyes.

This man's name was Hisoka Marrow, and today he was heading to Meteor city to take up an offer to join a certain group.

The Phantom Troupe.

He was curious as to why they had been inactive lately.

Everyone else on the bus was seen to deliberately stay away from the magician man in the back of the bus.

The bus soon stopped in a barren place as Hisoka got up and made his way out.

Once he got off he waited for the bus to leave before running at an incredible speed south.

He soon got to his destination as trash piles and the seemingly deserted building greeted his sight.

He looked around before walking toward the place where he was meant to meet someone.

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Gon had just gotten through with his daily torture and was sitting in the farthest corner, away from the only door in the room, curled up in a ball.

They had over some time stopped using Machi’s thread a few months after the torture started. He had proven to be immobile for a while after everything.

Currently, the child was waiting for Chrollo to walk through the door and ‘talk’ to him.

It had started to be a routine after one month where the child would have his ‘sessions’ with Feitan then after he was done, Chrollo would come in to check up on his manners and occasionally go on about the child being the perfect gem that just needed some readjustments.

Then the older man would leave Gon to bleed out for a while if he had an attitude, then send in Machi to help the wounds and to feed him.

Gon’s pov

‘Either Chrollo’s late or he gave up’ I thought as a triumphant smirk stretched across my face.

I had been working on an escape plan again after two failed attempts.

My first attempt I was caught by Shalknark after he managed to stick one of his tacs into a non-lethal area. Of course I didn’t go down without a fight but, he easily overpowered me using his strength and size against me.

The second time was right after I had been treated by Machi. She connected something to me and caught me right after I had got out a door.

After the each attempts I had gotten an extra ‘session’ with Feitan and then a ‘Good job for making it that far’ from Chrollo

I had eventually unlocked what the others called nen after a while, but I didn’t let anyone know. It would be my secret.

I have learned to see other people’s nen if I focused mine in my eyes and could develop a strong shield when I spread my nen out.

I don’t know what the techniques are called but that’s fine. I can figure that out when I escape.

I still don’t know how long I had been here, I gave up trying to figure that out. But I will get out soon.

Suddenly I heard a click at the door and looked up to see Nobunaga standing at the door.

“That’s weird.” I voiced out loud.

“It is but, bosses orders.” The Samurai replied as he made his way across the blood stained room.

“What's going on!?” I ask in a more demanding tone.

“I like the spunk kid but-” Nobunaga said as he grabbed a stained scarf “-that will get you nowhere.”

Once I saw him grab the scarf I lost the facade and watched him with fearful eyes.

I looked like a hopeless kid.

“I’m sorry!! I’ll behave!” I screamed as I held my head into my knees and fingers locked through my greasy hair. “Not the blindfold! Please, I’m sorry!”

The older samurai did not stop his advance with the cloth in his hand until an unfamiliar sickly sweet voice went through the old room.

“My my~ What is going on here?”

I looked up toward the door and saw an older man somewhere in his early 20’s, with red hair and a pale face leaning against the doorway.

“I thought I had told you to wait till everything was set up, Hisoka.” Chrollo’s voice chimed through the room as he walked in.

I flinched upon seeing him and prayed that he didn’t notice.

Sadly, my luck was not high because Chollo started to make his way over to me in the corner.

“The blindfold will not be necessary anymore. You may leave, Nobubaga.” Chrollo said, never his eye’s off of me.

I watch as the older samurai guy leaves the room and brings the blindfold with him. I visibly relax as I see the blindfold is not in the room anymore.

I feel a familiar set of fingers against my chin as I’m forced to look into the older man's eyes.

“So, why didn’t you tell me you learned nen?”

I freeze up as I’m forcefully made to look into deep gray eyes that hold amusement.

“Ho- how?”

Was all I managed to mutter out in pure fear of what will happen next.

“You have quite the strong ren, I must say.” The man who Chrollo had called Hisoka earlier spoke up. “You let it out when you had your breakdown.You must really hate the dark to let out ren that powerful.”

I looked between the two in fear. I don’t remember letting it out.. I had done so good at keeping it in too.

“Thank you for the clarification, Hisoka,” Chrollo announced. He then looked down at me and continued.

“Maybe we need to up the sessions with Feitan then, hmmm?”

Hisoka pov

I watched in delight as the fear in the little boy’s amber eyes skyrocketed. When Chrollo had said that they were ‘training’ a new member, I had never thought of this.

It was entertaining nonetheless, plus the kid has a lot of potential.

When he got scared the child had put up major ren for defence that he hadn’t even noticed. I wonder  how strong he would be if he actually focused..

I get pulled out of my thoughts when Chrollo continues to speak to the younger one.

“Maybe we need to up the sessions with Feitan then, hmm?”

That was when the child had completely froze. I could tell from here that he was trembling.

Soon enough, Chrollo had let go of the kid's face and walked back to me.

“Oh and Hisoka will be joining the troupe, Gon.” Chrollo said as me and him walked out of the room.