Waltz Of A Dying Dragon

10

" Children...will be children. "

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Chatter filled a small bus with life, but there were a few who were quiet. (Y/n) had kept her mouth shut ever since she came down the airplane. She sat beside her friend, Kurapika, while Leorio sat with Gon. Her hands laid flat on top of her carrier bag, a frown etched on her face. She had been staring out at the dark forests that surrounded the road. It reminded her of home. Even if the trees back at home didn't have a gloomy shade, the distance each tree had from each other reminded her of the places she used to hunt at. Thinking about home makes her think about what Hisoka said.

Could that sly magician be talking about her family or is it just her alone? Why was he sorry for her? What does he know that she doesn't?

Ever since that conversation a few days ago, she couldn't let it get past her. It's frustrating to be given an implication of something and you can't figure out what it means.

The girl's eyebrows furrowed as she stared at the outside. She softened her gaze when she felt someone try to grab her attention. A hand placed itself on her shoulder, causing the archer to look at the person who touched her. Her (e/c) eyes connected with steel greys. Kurapika had a worried look on his face.

"You've been quiet for the entire ride. Even at the airport, you were pretty quiet." The male had a shy smile on his face as he kept his gaze on her. "I'm worried that something happened to you, that something is troubling you. The last thing I want is to see another friend angry or frustrated with something." A laugh leaves his lips as he looked to where Leorio and Gon were at.

The aspiring doctor and the child were fast asleep. Looks like flying around exhausted everyone except the two of them.

"It'll take a while to get to the base of the mountain, so maybe we can talk about something," Kurapika hummed.

(Y/n) nodded her head before she thought about conversation topics. She already rambled her entire clan's history, or rather, her personal history, so there's nothing else to talk about. Well...other than the thing that's been bugging her.

The girl looked away from her friend, her eyebrows furrowing once more. To talk about it with him...or not. It has been bugging her for the past few days. Maybe it'll help with the stress that's building upon her shoulders. The stress the memory brought was unbearable now. She needed to say something before it's all she'll ever think about.

"Hisoka told me something. He said he was sorry for me," (Y/n) stated, "He was implying that something was going to happen. I don't know what he meant by it. Ever since that day, I can't stop thinking about it. I don't know what to do anymore. I'm getting worried about something I don't know." The girl's words were mumbled, so her friend might not understand her.

But, considering his worried expression, he heard her.

"I don't know if you should really trust what Hisoka said. You know how he is," Kurapika replied, "He's probably saying that to get you interested in what he wants to say. He did say something else other than he's sorry right?"

"He was fascinated by me," (Y/n) continued, "Honestly...it was super creepy hearing him say that." The girl shook her head, feeling negative after replaying that memory in her head. "You're right though, I probably shouldn't think about it much. Maybe he was just toying with me to get me to fight him. I was going to, really, but I decided I should just leave. I don't think I can fight him just yet. If I did, I don't think I would be here."

A laugh comes from her, but it was clear that she was still uneasy. That memory really has an effect on her.

"But...anyway, we should probably talk about something else that's not creepy." (Y/n) tried her best to maintain a smile on her face. She kept her eyes on her friend, hoping that his face could help her think about something else.