A/N: Hi there! *bows* I'm Xen, and this is my first crack at a HxH story! I'm about two thirds finished with the manga right now, so I hope I didn't mess anything up. Please review to let me know how I did. uwu

Gather the nen into the feet, crouch, jump and you will find yourself suspended in mid-air. Ging Freeces had never had any trouble with this particular skill. In fact, he'd never had much trouble with any of the nen skills. There were some that were more troublesome than others, and each one became just the most minuscule amount more difficult as he aged further and further past his prime, but the difference was not noticeable in any way. When you were one of the best, you were one of the best.

This particular skill, being able to practically levitate, came in handy when trying to infiltrate the certain home of a certain famous family of assassins, that was for sure. The Gate of Trials was too easily seen, and much too public for a covert operation such as this one. So instead of going in the more formal route he simply walked his way over their 'impenetrable' wall.

Once on the other side, dropping back to the ground, he found himself in a dense forest, as he knew he would. There was the scent of a very large animal here. Of course having done his research he knew it was Mike, the Zoldyck guard dog. He also knew the creature was perfectly trained and wouldn't think twice before tearing him to pieces, no matter how good with animals he normally was. Being over twenty feet tall and more vicious than even a mother foxbear, Mike would draw far too much attention if Ging were forced to fight him. And what was more it was a fight he wasn't necessarily sure he would come out unscathed from.

The man gave a wicked little grin, adrenaline already pumping through his system. Outwardly though, as always, he was completely calm and in control. This was the part of being a Hunter he loved the most it seemed- the danger. However, using zestu there was only a small chance of Mike finding him by scent so far away from the gate and that took some of the fun out of it.

At the same time he knew the that same risk was too high and fighting the outstanding canine was the worst thing that could happen to his plan. Staying under the creature's radar was really his only choice right now. To help with that he'd worn several rather pungent herbs on a string around his neck to block out his natural odor. It lowered the risk considerably, and for the first day as he traveled through the thickly wooded grounds he was able to simply walk amongst the trees without any other forms of protection. But he knew things would sky rocket the closer he got to the house and so he kept on grinning.

Just as he thought, as he closed the distance between himself and the enormous mansion (a natural sense of direction had led him first two the butlers' quarters on the first day and then the main facility the second) the risk of being caught had gone through the roof. The professional Hunter was forced to travel by treetop, sprinting nimbly along branches that were practically interwoven, creating a nice cover though it only worked from afar.

Much to Ging's pleasure (and much more to his ego) he arrived at the mansion completely unspotted on the dusk of his second day. He was sure that someone, probably one of the butlers, knew that not everything was quite as it should be. The longer he staid, it seemed, the more security increased. More than anything it was just a gut feeling. Thankfully though, the Zoldyck staff appeared unable to pinpoint exactly what the problem was, probably working off of gut feelings of their own and nothing more. Which pleased Ging greatly. So feeling bold and maybe just a little too clever for his own good, he decided to walk right in through the front door. He did it at such speeds that only the most trained of eyes would be able to see him, and when there wasn't a soul was within a two hundred yard vicinity, but still, it added to his insult of sneaking into the Zoldyck home in the first place. Not that his goal was to insult, but being proud as ever the Hunter couldn't really help that kind of thought pattern.

Unfortunately, Ging's luck took a small leave (or perhaps it was merely karma repaying him) as he spent the next thirty minutes wandering through the halls of the ginormous house frantically trying to find the right room. There were no blue prints and he had absolutely no idea what the layout of the building looked like. He was basically working blind, something that he'd done before but never in such a dangerous situation. Despite this handicap he did eventually find what he was looking for; the master study.

A large fire crackled against one wall, the rest of its surface taken up by floor to ceiling bookcases. None of them appeared to have been touched in other walls were covered in mosaic like windows, but thick purple curtains were draped across them and so they provided no natural light. In fact, the only light in the entire room seemed to be coming from that one fire, illuminating a single oak desk in the corner.

Ging entered with all of his senses on high- just like they'd been for the past two days while on this mission. He knew he'd found the right room when he spotted a shock of silvery hair poking above an elegant chair that sat before the fire. The person there did not move, but taking one step closer Ging suddenly knew his presence had been known for some time now.

The other being did not react immediately, or for that matter, at all. It continued to sit as it was, presumably staring into the red and orange flames or maybe reading a book. It was only after Ging had stood there, relaxed and unmoving himself, that he finally got a response.

"What are you doing in my home?" The voice was cold, lifeless.

"I have a job that I'd like to hire for," was Ging's response. There was no hesitation, he knew exactly what he was here for.

"And you had to throw my staff into disarray because...? They knew you were here, you know, just not where. Threw them into quite the little tizzy. Too much fuss if you ask me." He was playing, this other person. He knew most of Ging's angle already and now he simply wanted to dangle him on a string until he could pick the Hunter apart piece by piece. That's what the aging man loved about these people. Their innate ability to not care one way or another and yet they possession of a love for dissecting their enemy. At least this Zoldyck.

Ging laughed quietly before moving forward to take the chair opposite the other. A pair of deep cerulean eyes watched his every moment without actually looking at him.

"I needed to gain your attention first," was his simple response, smile small but genuine. Oh how being in this person's presence made his heart pound. Even if the other was a mere teen, he was probably one of the few people who surpassed Ging in both strength and skill, and both parties knew it. His body itched desperately for a fight but he quelled the urge mentally.

"Well you've certainly gotten it." Nothing more, though there was a touch of amusement in that otherwise empty voice.

"Good." Ging leaned forward in his seat, placing his elbows on his knees and looking this pale figure, body turned flame orange by the fire, up and down for a few seconds. He didn't look like much, but he knew appearances could always be deceiving in this world of mind games and tricks. "My proposition is a simple one. I came to you because you're the best at what you do."

"You want someone assassinated." Not a question, a statement, and still those blank eyes never once flicked in the Hunter's direction.

"Bingo!" A large grin on Ging's part. "I'm going to have to ask you for something in particular though. I don't want you to send out any of your family members. If I hire you for this job, I hire you and no one else."

That seemed to grab the teen's attention and for the very first time his gaze came to rest on Ging's face. He couldn't help but shiver a little under it. If eyes were the window to the soul than this man had none.

"Who is it exactly you wish for me to kill? I'm not a man who likes to waste his time."

Ging's smile just widened further. "Ah, trust me, this isn't just any old Joe I'm sending you after. It's my son, Gon Freeces. I'm sure you've heard the name. He's a rather famous Hunter."

The other party was silent for a moment, not in astonishment or because he was thinking but simply because he wanted that silence in the air for whatever reason. This Zoldyck never did anything without a finally crafted reason. Finally he murmured a small, "Indeed, I have. And the payment?"

"100 Billion Jennies. It's being transacted to a bank account of yours as we speak."

This seemed to please the other as he nodded quietly. "It will be done." The words were final, dismissing, and Ging understood the hint. Standing up, he left the room, unafraid of turning his back on the one and only Killua Zoldyck, head and master of the Zoldyck family.

Ah, hello again. Please don't forget to review. But really I wanted to put a little note down here that I'm looking for a beta, someone to help me review and fix up my writing. Let me know if you're interested!

~Xen