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Disclaimer: I wish I own Hunter x Hunter, nor is the name Lorcan Scamander. My Lorcan is a different person from Luna Lovegood's kid tho. ;)

A/N: 1. Nerys Bloodworth shall be an OC of mine, and will be Gon's main love rival. Sort of. She won't be an actual threat, I just thought it's nice to have a POV of a person in her situation.

2. Note that this is 5 years later. So I won't necessarily show the canon events in the manga, at least not yet. I'll just try to integrate events here with what will happen in the manga…somehow. xD

"Perhaps the most interesting trait of the Azure wolves of Mt. Lucio, situated in the eastern side of the continent with no name, is their practice in finding mates. These wolves, like the rest of their kin, mated for life…, however, the unusual commitment they have with their partners is something that they are born to be capable of.

"The wolves are born during Spring, or in early Summer, and they get trained and grow for the four seasons that follow, assuming they survive their first winter—which, more often than not and attributed to their exception survival instincts, they actually do.

"The male wolves try and find a female to imprint on, a female that would fit with what their instincts wish. They mate, create offspring, and stay with their pack and their one mate for as long as they wish. And when one of the pair nears their death, their partners will go with them in an area the pack deems worthy. The two wolves pass together at all instances. None of the wolves will experience being widowed.

"On the other hand, if the males find no one, then they mate with no one, and instead spend the remainder of their lives hunting for their pack. But make no mistake: there is rarely any lack of female counterparts. This is curious for their instinctive priority is not as leaning towards reproduction as every other species. Perhaps, this is attributed to their strong physical traits or unusually long lifespan, which can reach fifty years. But of course, even the lone wolves' life spans will come to an end.

But unlike the others, they will be destined to die alone."

—Excerpt from 'Creatures of the Dark Continent', (unpublished) by Lorcan Scamander, Antikoba State University.

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CHAPTER 1: Time x Lives x Connected

Sharp emerald eyes looked down at the three full-grown men now lifeless beneath its owner. "Too easy." The owner said coolly, her short ebony hair—that framed her striking face—flowed gracefully with the wind that was managing to wash away the putrid smell the bodies were beginning to emit.

These three had been Nen users, but all of them together were barely of match with her. Sure they got a few hits, but none of them were serious. Nerys Bloodworth wondered when she'll be asked to kill more… challenging opponents in the future.

She scoffed. Who knew? She was already 19, and yet her father was still over-protective of her—sending her to missions that were practically impossible to fail in.

She stretched her arms, her body stiff from boredom. She wasn't even warmed up with this battle. It was very annoying.

She decided to sneak around the adjacent houses, just for the heck of it. It had always been interesting to pass through supposedly state-of-the-art security systems simply because she felt like it. She had been doing so for a while, and frankly it helped with her ego.

Nerys looked around the estates and saw the one on the top most part of the hill. It would be the one with the best view, and it was probably owned by a very rich person. She went there and, as expected, passed through the security measures as if they were bare grass with a 'no stepping on the grass' sign.

She passed the lobby and headed to the offices and bedrooms, where security measures would likely be interesting enough. But then… she smelled blood.

"Ehhh…" She said to herself, interested, and closed her eyes to pin-point where the faint smell was coming from, as if she was a shark in the vast sea. She used 'In'. And hiding was something she was best at among her siblings.

And soon enough, she was nearing the source. She followed the scent that happened to be most familiar to her senses, and stopped when she heard a screeching scream.

She blinked. It wasn't that she wasn't used to screams of dying men—it was the contrary. However, there was something about the way this man yelled for his life that made her shiver.

Pang!

She blinked again, realizing she barely managed to dodge a direct hit on the face. She felt the sharp pain on her cheek and she almost screamed. She was not used to getting attacked while she was using 'In'. It never happened ever since she mastered it.

And the sharp point passed through the thick hardwood door as if it was the most brittle paper. Which was disconcerting since the perpetrating weapon was made of paper.

"I…I'm also an assassin." She said, forcing some composure back to herself, and revealed herself from behind the door. "I am not going to interfere with you."

For a moment, Nerys thought she was cool enough. But she ended up gasping the moment her eyes landed on the other assassin, the dead bodies of the owners mere backdrop to the picturesque form that he effortlessly made. The first thing she saw was his unbelievable silver hair. It was the first time she saw it and it was indescribable—divine, even.

She recalled a vague memory of a casual rumor of people gifted with silver hair. And she knew immediately who this person was.

He is a Zoldyck

And then he turned to her, slowly, and she found her breath hitching even more. He was beautiful. He had a heavenly face. He was pale, and he had a lean, yet muscular form. She was utterly, and invariably, enticed.

And yet she shivered immediately when she met his eyes. It was cold, as if it came from the deepest pits of hell. She was born in a family of killers, therefore she was not new to the look of psychopaths, but… his eyes were different. One glimpse, ad it felt like they were eating her whole.

It was a feeling she never felt before in her life.

He didn't speak, but he didn't seem surprised at her statement. He looked away stoically. He could probably tell. Assassins had the same smell. But he didn't seem to want to bother even speaking to her. And after a while of enticement, she realized that he was indeed facing her…, but she realized he was looking past her.

As if she was not even worthy to be looked at

Nerys Bloodworth was used to being doted on by men—no matter where she went—and this sort of indifference was an offense to her womanly pride.

A smirk found its way on her face the moment she realized he already disappeared and, as if by habit, she licked her lips.

Nerys Bloodsworth would make that Zoldyck fall in-love with her.

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BLOODSWORTH MANSION

Some few hours later, Nerys arrived at her home located in the borders of Padioka. It was a highly fortified castle surrounded by deep moat, and deep dangerous forests beyond it. And soon she was with her father, a sharp-looking man in his 50s, walking under the intricate corridors of their castle, a certain face still fresh in her mind.

"Bloodworth was actually derived from an old language meaning 'enclosure'." The man said to his daughter who was, as always, attentive (or at least acted like she was). "How interesting that it has come to have a different meaning now." And smiled, musing of what they now do for a family business. "And how fitting it was."

"Yes." She said, but now the older Bloodsworth realized she was actually more…distracted than usual. "But I've been wondering… why did you call me again?"

It was then that the man sniffed and patted his daughter's head. "As a father, it wasn't very appealing for me to let you go. But I made a proposal that may surprise you."

"…okay…"

"You haven't gotten serious to any of your suitors, yes?"

"Yeah." She shrugged. "None of them are interesting enough."

"Then how about I tell you I found a man that will be?"

One of her eyebrows lifted in scepticism. But then he told her the boy's name and smiled awkwardly, waiting for his daughter's answer (not that she'd have a choice, but he liked giving her the illusion of one). And a second later—to his relief—she would find herself wearing a much wider grin.

The odd thing was that it was the familiar look of a predator nearing its prey.

KILLUA

Inside the infamous Zoldyck Estate, Killua Zoldyck stood blankly in front of a huge door he'd known too well. He passively entered his father's room, upon request, and found his grandfather and Milluki was there as well. He partly wondered what this was about. Partly. He didn't really care anymore.

These past few years he did whatever they asked him to do—killed whoever they asked him to kill, said whatever they wanted to hear, and he ignored the people that were once a part of his life as if they never existed.

"Killua." Silva said, sitting sternly on his seat. "It is time for you to find someone to wed."

His eyes widened—something they had not known how to do for many many years now.

Silva, seeing his rare expression, only shifted sitting positions. "You don't plan on letting our bloodline die, yes?"

"All your children are male, father. I doubt that."

"But it must be from your bloodline. You are not born with silver hair for nothing, child."

Milluki ate his bar. "What are you planning?" He said, sarcastic. "Find a surrogate?"

Killua looked at him coldly. He was not the one to joke, but he was very… disturbed. "This family had been going against the laws of nature for several decades now." He paused, remaining stern. "I don't see why this is different."

"Killua. I am serious."

"So am I."

"You will really defy me again, Killua?"

There was a heavy silence that followed that, and for one second fleeting images of five years ago passed through his head. Yet, Killua's anger clouded his mind. He could only follow his emotions and send a strong impertinent glare towards his father. Silva was almost proud of the extremely strong presence Killua's aura created. If only he wasn't going against him, eyes full of murdering lust. Silva stared at his son and waited for him to speak. And the boy did.

"Watch me."

LEORIO | KURAPIKA

Elsewhere, in some other part of the known world, a certain group of old friends stood inside an intricately designed room. There was a small person, a beautiful young girl with unusual pink hair, and a blonde man who owned the gravest presence.

TapTapTap

"Ara… It's not like you to tap your pencil like that, Kurapika."

"Ah. Gomen." The blonde said and resumed to look at the books in front of him, and then to the pink-haired girl sitting beside him. "So how are you doing?"

"I'm confused." Neon mumbled and slid the book to him, and pointed the point she was confused in. Kurapika nodded and explained it to her more slowly than before. As he did so, he turned to the door when he heard a knock.

"Here's your tea." And he smiled at the person and thanked her. Neon did the same. Soon enough, Leorio joined them in the study hall to say good night.

"How is he?" Kurapika asked, referring to Light. Leorio smiled and drank his tea.

"He's doing well." He said, and casual chit-chatting begun. Senritsu smiled at the scene. It had been 5 years since they all shared a home, and so much had changed since then. Several minutes later, Leorio stretched his arms in an attempt to re-energize himself. He failed though, as he had been awake very early that day due to the call of duty. "I'll go to sleep now. Call me when you need me."

"Oyasumi."

Senritsu then walked to the adjacent table to do some of the paperwork she was assigned to do. She had been helping Kurapika keep the family's finances stable for years now, and currently the business was soaring. She prayed this time of peace lasted forever, but she and Kurapika were always ready for when their arch enemy returned.

She turned to look at the two in the nearby table and smiled lightly at what she was hearing.

Kurapika was discussing economics with Neon. They have been teaching her many things she needed to know to head the family—something that, even with Leorio's inspiring words—Neon's own father was now incapable of doing. He depended on his daughter's power too deeply.

Companionable silence passed then, but too soon, Senritsu stood up and excused herself as well, and for a moment the silence between Kurapika and Neon (at least from the latter's point of view) became an awkward one. "Kurapika…"

"Yes?"

"Uhm…" She paused, her cheeks burning more every second. "You know the work you give for my family is more than what you gain…"

"That's not true." He said. "My goal is to collect my people's eyes, I'm doing it fairly well from my position."

"I know but—" She gulped and closed her eyes. "You know we could just get married. It's a win-win situation—You get the absolute right to our assets, and I don't have to study so much like this." Neon said, albeit somewhere along the way she made it sound as if she was joking.

Kurapika looked at her.

All these years changed Neon from a spoiled girl to a woman who had experienced much. Kurapika was not dense—and he knew behind every joke hides some truth; And that truth deserved to be dealt with.

"You know I can't do that, Neon." He said, gentle but stern.

"Mou! I was joking!" She said, lightly punched his arm. "You're too serious, Kurapika!" She forced a laugh before returning to her book.

Kurapika forced a thin smile in return. "Yeah." And he pretended not to notice the small tears she held back, and wiped as inconspicuously as she could…, and he silently hoped she'd find the man for herself soon.

He knew what it felt like to have a broken heart, after all. He had been experiencing it for five years now.

…

"Your heart seems perturbed." Senritsu said when Kurapika joined her in the balcony some time later. He nodded, unsurprised, and actually narrowed his eyes at his small friend.

"You know what she was planning to say…"

"Yes." She said, almost chuckling. "You know how she feels about you, Kurapika. It's only a matter of time."

"There is no need to encourage her." He corrected, and looked at the view. "It makes things unnecessarily complicated. I will never look at her romantically."

"But I don't want her to regret not saying anything at all." Senritsu reasoned gently and touched his arm. He turned his head to look at her. "You, of all people, know how that feels, yes?"

His eyes widened and he looked away again, involuntarily gripping the balcony's railing. "It… has been a while since we heard from them."

"Five years." Someone else decided to point out, and they turned to the new voice.

"Leorio."

"Yo." He said and rested his arm to the balcony and lounged around as well.

The balcony was right above the steepest part of the mountain and it had an exquisite view of the surrounding nature. And it was where the three of them thought best. And due time, it became their haven—where they would often find the comfort of the company of another one. And in some cases, they all find themselves in this very place.

"I couldn't sleep." He said and looked at whatever his eyes ended up on. "I had been wondering the same thing, you know, especially when it was precisely 5 years since I passed the Medical Exam."

It was the same day, then, that they last heard from Gon.

"It wasn't like Gon to cut contact with us like that." Kurapika said. "She seemed so excited about our reunion, too."

"But Mito said she had been receiving letters from Gon every few months right?" Senritsu said, sensing the increased anxiety within her friends' hearts.

The two nodded. They had been constantly keeping in contact with Mito, to ease their incessant worries. The woman said Gon had been contacting her—that she was with Ging.

"I guess it's fine…" Leorio said, scratching his head, and decided—as much as he could—to just be happy for Gon, to finally achieve the goal she had been vying for.

"I bet Killua had a handful from his soon-to-be father-in-law, eh?" Leorio, being the supposed source of comic relief, intervened to ease the tension. "And considering they met him at the age of raging hormones—" He paused when he turned to Kurapika, who wore a poker face, but it was nevertheless a dark one.

Leorio mentally punched himself in the gut. How could he forget how he felt? Because it had been a while since they talked about Gon. Leorio, perhaps, unconsciously thought he'd gotten over her by now. "…sorry."

Kurapika blinked and stared, obviously not realizing he had been transparent—even to Leorio. An uncharacteristic shade of red adorned his face, and he cleared his throat to compose himself.

"It's nothing." He said, and looked at the stars that were especially bright that night. "I just hope they are alright."

GON

In yet another part of the world, beyond the Great Lake, and in a side of the world wherein the sun was still up, the shrill sound of whistle echoed through the deep dense woods.

Hooooot

And then it stopped, and silence replaced the sound for a few seconds, before a flying figure was slowly become visible across the cloud-filled sky. It was heading towards to people on the peak of a tall hill amongst a field of made of them.

The wind was strong, especially at the apex, but the two figures' sternness were notable, and the bird had no doubt they were his Masters.

It was an eagle—and it appeared like a normal one with its auburn and white feathers and golden beak. The difference was that its intelligence thrice the normal, and its strength analogous to that of an ant: the strength to kill something many times its size. It was a breed that did not exist in its masters' home continent. He was a birthday gift by his owners' old friend.

"Hello, Momo." One of his humans, the young girl—Gon—smiled.

"Keaaahh!" The bird answered and Gon smiled, placing her hand in her pocket and lifted it up. It was a sheet of papyrus-like paper rolled laterally.

"You see this?" She said gently, and the bird passively looked at the paper. "I want you to take this to Mito-san."

The bird made a sound of assent and Gon carefully placed the letter on a small backpack designed especially for a messenger eagle. She abruptly moved her hand to signal the bird it's time to go, and it followed wilfully.

"Be careful!" She yelled, and once more, the eagle answered.

The figure behind her, on the other hand, sighed in disapproval. "You sure are loud." He said as they both watched the bird disappear from their views. But then, as if on cue, the earth rumbled. Gon blinked and steadied her legs, visibly remaining unsurprised. They had been expecting this.

"At least we get to finish the mission earlier, right?" She smiled and Ging shrugged. They both filched slightly when the ground below then started to move even more harshly, and then not a moment later—the rest of the nearby hills did the same. The ground started rising, and the soil crumbling down as if it was cracking cheese.

And soon enough they found themselves surrounded by half-a-dozen 10-meter tall silver moles. Giant silver moles that, considering the well-controlled aura surrounding them, happened to have the ability to use 'Nen'.

The two simultaneously let go of their In and positioned for a fight. Gon took something from her pocket, released a small stick—which, after pressing its mechanism, extended to 5 feet in length. She caught it effortlessly, and waved it until it found equilibrium.

"Ready, kid?"

Gon nodded. "Hai!"

And they went in for the attack.

MITO

"What a beautiful day~" A beautiful woman sung as she hung her laundry, a day after the events with the silver moles on another side of the world. The breeze was especially nice in Whale Island that day, so her hums were particularly energetic as well.

It was then when she heard a vague call of a bird and she whipped her head to its direction. She narrowed her eyes to see and she was right—it was Momo, and her eyes widened in anticipation.

Her face lightened up even more as she read the letter, and she was beaming afterwards. And as if sensing her glee, the door opened, revealing her mother. Mito went to embrace her the moment she saw her, and rapidly told her the news.

The old woman only laughed and patted her daughter's back. "My—that's great news!" She said, exclaiming in the standards of her 80-year-old self. The woman patted her daughter's cheek and smiled. "I have another good news for you,

"He just arrived." She said, "He's in the bar."

Mito's face was adorned with a beautiful shade of red and, after kissing her mother's cheek, hurried to where her lover was.

She quickly opened the door and saw his familiar pale face. He stood up at her presence and, he too, received an enthusiastic embrace from Mito.

"Well, you seem happier than usual." He said, with his trademark monotone voice, but Mito had been used to sensing the little bits of emotion in his speech. "Would you tell me why?"

"Gon's coming back in 4 months!" She announced, positively beaming. However, when his reaction was no more than his usual expression—as if he didn't hear anything—Mito's expression turned into a puzzled one. "Illumi?"

"…I see." He said and leaned down to kiss her cheek. It was long, and chaste, but Mito sensed it was… cold. However, Illumi washed away the worries with one of his rare smiles.

"Well then," He said and let his forehead touch hers, and Mito was too love-struck to notice the darkness her lover had been entertaining. She only saw his smile. "We better get ready for her arrival."

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END OF CHAPTER 1

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CHAPTER 2: CHAPTER 2: Dark x Continent x Dreams

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