A/N: The sequel will be rated M like the rest of the Kito series.

I do not own Hunter X Hunter or any other mentioned literature/books in this story.

Preview to "A Series of Politically Inappropriate Happenings"

From the moment Kuroro parted with Midoya, his life had entered what he thought of as a 'swirl of escalating frenzied violent activity'. First, there was the Ryodan. Kuroro loved the Ryodan. It had always been his dream, since he was a young teen staring at the rest of his life with large, uncertain eyes, to have a group of friends who will murder people he didn't like and steal things that he wanted. To have it come true was amazing, wonderful and everything Kuroro had ever wished for. However, at the same time, the downside of having a group that only moves when you give the orders is that when you aren't around to give the orders, things kind of… fall… apart.

Take for example, the disadvantages of having Feitan as temporary Dancho.

"What is this?" Kuroro had demanded the moment he had returned to their base in York Shin. 'This' referred to the dead bodies littering the floor of the base. Even at first glance, Kuroro could tell they had been left there deliberately. If the way each and every corpse spotted the exact same set of mutilations wasn't a clue, the bodies' arrangements in the shape of a spider most certainly was.

"It was our temporary Dancho's orders," Phinx replied casually. "He felt that the reason why the little boys we took hostage weren't afraid of us is because our base doesn't look scary enough. So he figured having dead, mutilated corpses around would scare our future prisoners or hostages into submission. Why do you ask, Dancho? Is there a problem?"

"Yes," Kuroro had replied, holding his nose and staring in horror at the thick, smoky clouds of flies. "Yes, there is a… problem."

As if that (and planning the subsequent moves against the chain-person) wasn't enough, there was Hisoka to contend with. The fight, which eventually took place on the plains of the same desert the chain-person had spitefully left him defenceless on, had been long, tedious and very disturbing. Even now, Kuroro did not like thinking about the details of the fight for long. Suffice to say it was challenging, sexually inappropriate and came really close to leaving Kuroro mutilated, violated and dead, probably not in that order. By the end of the seventy-two hours the fight had lasted, Kuroro had been hanging on by the tips of his fingers and thankful that Hisoka had finally ran out of steam, enough so that even though neither of them were dead, Hisoka was satisfied enough to leave it at that.

"I'm a little stressed, don't you think?" he commented nonchalantly to Shalnark.

He watched Shalnark look at his face and then at the book that he had torn to tatters in his hands (a cheap brainless novel that deserved to be destroyed). "Absolutely," Shalnark replied smiling nervously. "Would you like a massage?"

Recently, Shalnark had read in a science journal that regular massages helped reduce stress in an individual, and made the individual easier to get along with. He had, subsequently, started offering massages to anyone who would take it in an attempt to keep the Ryodan members off each other's throat during Kuroro's absence. So far, only Nobunaga had taken him up on the offer, and as far as Kuroro could tell, he was still the same old violent person. "No thank you," Kuroro told Shalnark as kindly as he could in his present state of mind.

"Are you sure, Dancho? I think I've gotten pretty good with the pressure point technique. Nobu swore I cured the arthritis in his knee."

Kuroro glanced over at Shalnark, taking in the bright, shining eyes of a young man eager to dig his fingers into his boss's assumedly stiff and unyielding muscles, and decided that sometimes, being with the Ryodan for too long a period of time wasn't a really that good a thing after all.

So, five weeks after finally returning to the Ryodan, Kuroro found himself climbing up the side of the building to Midoya's penthouse in a bid to escape the Ryodan.

As he paused on the ledge just below Midoya's penthouse, he idly wondered if he should have called beforehand. He wasn't even sure she was in, or whether she would mind if he let himself in. Then, he remembered that he couldn't remember the last time Midoya had been unwelcoming to anybody climbing into her window. Reassured, Kuroro gripped the ledge of Midoya's window and vaulted over.

The next thing he knew, he was plummeting down the side of a fifty-storey building with a snarling woman glowing with Nen and wielding a bloodied machete attached to his chest.

A/N: And there it is! The preview to the next instalment of the Kito Series, which should be up sometime early next year. I am very thankful to all my readers and reviewers, and am really glad to know people enjoy my stories. I look forward to hearing from all of you soon!

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Lunartick xx