[center][b]Music:[/b] [url=http://www.youtuberepeater.com/watch?v=nwm9goUp_s8]The Crows...[/url][/center]

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	[color=#F00948][b]B[/b][/color]eel stood at the wide clear windows of the airship. As it traversed the skies, heading towards the Republic of Padokea, he managed to frighten even himself in the reflection. His foxish red eyes and bored frown had made for an intimidating wall. The upbeat sound of the airship's music seemed to pass right through him; the indifferent, if not slightly worried countenance remaining strong. He rubbed his knuckles with slender fingers, few words resounding in the back of his head over and over, drawling on and on until it became gibberish to all but himself.

	[color=#F00948][b]U[/b][/color]nbeknownst to even himself, he had been leaking out waves of aura. A bloody aura poured out from a blinding source beneath his feet; one that urged everyone, quite literally paining those without Nen protection to stay away, lest they be killed off from his overclocked awareness. 

	[color=#F00948][b]"Crows, huh?"[/b][/color] His fist tightened over the others. A gentle chuckled escaped him and he gripped onto the railing in front of the moving scenery. Finally, a unpleasant smile formed. [color=#F00948][b]"A challenge. I'm so excited that... That I think I'm scared."[/b][/color]

[hr][center][@Tenma Tendo][/center]

	The streets of Yorknew City was bustling, especially during the late evening when the moon was high above and the sun had sunk into the sea. Men of high stature mingled with their otherwise opposites. Street urchins and prostitutes sold themselves like pieces of merchandise. There were powerful men barring the entrance of a particularly popular concert hall and across the street from that wide-spaced arena was the beginnings of a shady deal. Not too far from the concert hall, two blocks up was the cute but dirty street urchin, Sora Weiss. 

	A shaggy haired man had noticed her blessings. The roll of money, that in her hands seemed far too large looked liked his own lost roll. Especially considering he was going to buy drugs with the roll he had lost all those years ago. A broken smile stretched his dirty cheeks to his ears as he limped out the shadows of an adjacent ally way. He paused in the midst of the rushing crowd, ignoring them ignoring him. 

	His tongue flew across his lips as he watched the vulnerable calf. He moved along the edge of the sidewalk with a mobility that betrayed his limp. Like a poorly trained animal he attempted to sneak upon her. 

	[color=silver][b]H[/b][/color]owever, a young man with a cold gaze paused at the little girl. His silver hair, cut short and styled with obvious skill, only accented his wealthy appearance. [color=silver][b]"Aye, little sis, you ready to go or what?"[/b][/color] he asked rudely, a stony look on his prince-charming face. It quickly evened out, far too quickly for that expression to have been for her. He glared at the homeless man a few feet from her. Daring him, challenging him. 

	No one seemed to care. It was as if the motto of Yorknew City was [i]"ask nothing and care less"[/i] 

[hr][center][@OneStoryToMany][/center]

	[b]T[/b]he Yorknew Concert Hall's side-door was jerked opened to the parking lot. It was scarce with cars of all models, mostly four-doors in the hue of red or black, but some were vans, two were motorcycles, and one were a motorcycle with a side-car. The fence that locked them in were open, capable of fitting two vehicles side-by-side. It was there beneath a flickering lamppost that a cute boy bounced up and down on his toes, a plain glossy page held tenderly in his hands. 

	[color=lightblue][b]T[/b][/color]he young boy pointed at her and she could hear, even without her Nen, his faraway words. [color=lightblue][b]"Birdyyy!"[/b][/color] he screamed suddenly. [color=lightblue][b]It's her, its' her! That's her, Daddy!"[/b][/color]

	[b]I[/b]f she would have looked [b][i]hard[/i][/b] for him, the tall man would had simply been next to the pajama-wearing boy. As if he had been there the entire time. He was a head or more taller than Birdy, looked to be in his late-twenties, and was very, very handsome. His hair was parted on the side, wavy and long in the front, but neck-length in the back. A chestnut in color. He shifted his head towards her and even from that distance, a near-painful intensity stabbed at her chest. As if daggers had been thrown from the shadows. 

	[b]B[/b]ut alas, she would find herself unharmed. 

	[color=blue][b]"You sure that's her, Kinly?"[/b][/color] his voice was cold but rugged, like a sharpened axe.
	
	The boy of five years nodded furiously, giddy with excitement and controlled admiration. [color=blue][b]"Okay. Want me to come with you?"[/b][/color] 

	[color=lightblue][b]"I can do it myself. Just don't leave. Okay, Daddy?"[/b][/color]

	[color=blue][b]"I won't leave. Go ahead."[/b][/color]

	[color=lightblue][b]K[/b][/color]inly started walking in her direction, head down and up at the same time; innocence painted on his face. His small hands tightened on the glossy paper and once he approached her, he held it out. A picture of her was on it and upon closer inspection, she would see the resemblance between the two figures. Where the taller man had stylized hair, the boy's was simple and uncut. Where the man's eyes were narrow, the boy's were wide with carelessness. 

	[color=lightblue][b]K[/b][/color]inly managed his biggest and widest smile before asking. [color=lightblue][b]"Can you... Hm? Hmmmmm? Aaah- Audo--Otto--"[/b][/color] His once hopeful face became scrambled with frustration, a hearting-cringing kind. As if he had ruined his entire life by forgetting a single word.  
	
[hr][center][@LemonZest1337][/center]

	[b]T[/b]he airship was cool with a synthetic breeze. Beneath them were lands unexplored and occupied cities. Forests with magical beasts and coves of treasures just waiting to be explored. However, their destination was the Republic of Padokea, home of Heaven's Arena, and the infamous Zoldyck Family. 


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	[color=FC66DE][b]A[/b][/color] young woman with an interesting choice of attire, a green hoodie and dark brown jeans, strode pass Madge with a horridly dangerous bloodlust. Passengers five meters ahead of Madge were going into cardiac arrest, others were simply passing out without cause or reason. The young woman stood several meters from [color=#F00948][b]Beel[/b][/color]. She blew the gum in her mouth up until it popped. On her lips was a snarl; her face, a monstrous frown. [color=FC66DE][b]"You thought you killed him! You were wrong, now you have a target on your back, Beelzebu Farheart.[/b][/color]

	[color=#F00948][b]"Easy now, Gummy Bear. Don't be messy with other people information too. Besides I was just doing my job. I'm a Contract Hunter, your geezer was a contract. Can't you see the irony in all of this?"[/b][/color] Beel asked with a smile, his hands pocketed, his feet loosely together.  

	[color=FC66DE][b]"You're a horrible clown,"[/b][/color] she growled, popping her gum once more. [color=FC66DE][b]"One that will be dealt with accordingly."[/b][/color] She ran her finger across her throat venomously. [color=FC66DE][b]"Off with your [i]dome[/i] bitch!"[/b][/color]

	[color=#F00948][b]B[/b][/color]eel surrounded his eyes with aura and spotted the tendrils of lilac aura attached to the unconscious bodies and airship walls and ceiling. They were holding tight to women and children, men and even a small casket. It was like a spider's cave had been discovered in pseudo-space. [color=#F00948][b]"You're right, I'am a horrible clown. I'm much better with punchlines."[/b][/color] Beel agreed, his words finally fall into a dangerous finality.