"HEY KIDNAPPING IS NOT THE ANSWER!" Killua yells as Kurapika and Leorio throw him in the back of their car.

"It is when I knew you would be too stubborn to come," Kurapika gets into the drivers seat and locks the doors as he drives.

"I'LL STRANGLE Y-" Killua threatens while sitting up.

"No you won't. We're your friends," Kurapika says with his voice of reason that stops Killua in his tracks. Killua throws daggers with his look he gives Kurapika and crosses his arms.

"Where are we even going," Killua grumbles as he sits back in the back seat. Kurapika looks to Leorio nervously before answering.

"The Kurta," Killua's eyes widen a bit at that. When Killua did his research on the town he didn't fail to notice The Kurta. "It's where I live," Killua's heart skips a beat. "I'M NOT A PSYCHO!" Kurapika practically reads Killua's mind. When Killua did research there were newspaper reports of illegedly there were real human eyes being kept on this property. According to some eye witnesses, that the eyes were dyed red on the irises and they practically glowed.

"And I'm not from a crazy murder family," Killua says sarcastically. He suggested that Kurapika was lying and Kurapika did not like that.

"I'm serious! I didn't do that!" He says but Killua thought he saw something that convinced him he's lying. Leorio reaches over to Kurapika's free hand and held it. He squeezes it reassuringly and calms Kurapika down some. "It was the Phantom Troupe," he mumbles.

"What'd'ya say?" Killua yells. "You're blaming a restaurant?"

"No! It's a group of people against my family that also happens to run that restaurant! They did it," Kurapika starts pouting as we go up to a dark house in the middle of nowhere.

"And planted them in your house?" Killua asks, not believing Kurapika one bit. "We're all a little crazy," Killua smirks and pats Kurapika's shoulder. "I don't really care if the rumors are true, you know."

"I DIDN'T DO IT!" Kurapika yells and Killua could have sworn he saw his eyes flash a beautiful shade of red. 'It... could have just been nothing. I could just be seeing things,' Killua thinks not taking his eyes off of Kurapika for a single second. 'It's nothing,' Killua tears his eyes away from Kurapika and looks at his house.

"Why am I here?" Killua looks at Kurapika's dirty white and run down house. 'It legit looks like it's haunted or a murderer lives here,' Killua once again looks to Kurapika who is holding Leorio's hand.

"LET ME OUT YOU ASSHATS!" A voice that sounds oddly familiar to Killua yells from within the house.

"Let's go," Kurapika invites me into his house and I hesitantly crossed the threshold. 'Should I be doing this?' Killua asks himself as he examines the old and worn out house. The floorboards creak as they walk across them and it smells of old wood.

"I HATE YOU GUYS! I WANT TO GO HOME!" Killua hears the voice again.

"Gon keep calm! Jeez," Leorio yells.

"I'm out," Killua starts for the door at the mention of Gon's name. "Sayonara bitches."

"Nope!" Leorio grabs my jacket and pulls me into the dining room. Where it just so happens is also where Gon is tied to a chair.

"You guys are insane!" Gon yells. "Talk about forced intervention."

"We care about you guys and Gon quite frankly you're not okay. And Killua you keep ignoring us and him as if we never mattered or something!" Kurapika gets upset and sniffles. "Spill."

"Why should I tell you anything?" Gon practically spats. Killua then takes notice to Gon's appearance change. 'Wow. He looks so hot. I mean I liked his old look but now. I love his piercings and his new style of hair and... everything. I just want to-' his thoughts got interupted by Kurapika.

"DON'T YOU SASS ME! SPILL NOW!" Gon rolls his eyes and leans back. 'He's not going to spill,' Killua thought and saw Kurapika getting a little frustrated. He takes a calming breath before continuing. "Look... Leorio and I have been really concerned for you two. You guys seemed like really good friends and then over night Gon went full delinquent and Killua fell off the face of the earth. We just want to help. Please... tell us what happened," Kurapika sounds very genuine and sounds like he really cares for his friends because he does. Killua opened his mouth to say something but Gon talks first.

"I DON'T CARE! I want to go home!" Kurapika frowns and squeezes Leorio's hand. "By the way where are you keeping those eyes of yours? I would just love to get a look at them," Gon runs his tongue along his teeth that he just let loose from braces. Kurapika clenches his jaw starting to get angry. 'Just what I want,' Gon thinks. "I mean your house already looks like a murderer's house so," Gon shrugs his shoulders as much as he could since he was still restrained. "And smells as if someone died in it," Gon clicks his tongue and says knowing fully well that this house is where some of Kurapika's family died.  At that Kurapika gets up with tears in his eyes and punches Gon. Gon falls back in his chair so Kurapika kneels down beside him.

"YOU IDIOT! I'M TRYING TO HELP YOUR DUMB ASS AND NOW FOR THE LOVE OF GOD LISTEN!" Kurapika grabs Gon's shirt so tight that everybody in the room thought he was going to rip it. Gon was stunned into silence as Kurapika only let's one tear fall and wipes away the others. He pushes Gon's chair upright and went to sit down across from him.

"I'll spill," Killua smirks at Gon once Gon gave him a death glare. "A resource told me he abused many different people inappropriately. He told me all about how horrible he is. Honestly I didn't believe him at first but he made a pretty powerful case. So I smashed his skateboard into two and left him at school." Gon stares at Killua with daggers. If looks could kill Killua would be dead many times over. But Killua doesn't care about the loathing looks he's receiving.

"Wait... who is this resource?" Leorio asks completely ignoring the looks from Gon.

"Hisoka," there was a moment of silence as Kurapika and Leorio stare at each other in disbelief. "What?"

"He's been caught killing people," Kurapika says. "A-and..."

"He's part of the Phantom Troupe," Leorio finishes.