Y/N POV

Every day, we complete the training regimen that Bisky gave us a month ago. And every single day, in between training, Gon seems to make Palm uncomfortable, but not on purpose. 

"I think Palm has a little crush, don't ya think, Killua?" I wiggle my eyebrows at him. 

"Yeah, Y/N, I think you're right." We giggle. 

And then, suddenly, it's the last day. Me and Gon wake up to a busted Killua. 

"Oh. My. God." 

"KILLUA WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR FACE?" Gon cry out. 

"Oh. My. God," I repeat. It's all that I can manage to say. 

"Aren't you going to say anything else, Y/N?" Killua asks. "And Gon, I was fighting Bisky." 

"Oh. My. God." I'm in total shock, but I have enough brainpower to reach for my backpack. Swiftly taking out my polaroid, I snap a picture of his busted face. 

"Y/N!" Killua screams, lunging for me. "Delete that! Get rid of it!" 

"No! BISKY HELP ME!" She comes over and stares at the picture then bursts out laughing.

That night, we head out to the field where we're supposed to fight the two men. I see another guy there besides Knuckle. 

"What are your names?" the man asks. 

"Gon Freecss." 

"Killua Zoldyck." 

"Y/n Lucilfer." 

Apparently, both of them didn't know our last names and freak out over it. Killua rolls his eyes at the dramatics. When they're finished, Shoot asks who I'm fighting. 

"Well, whoever loses first, Gon or Killua, I'm fighting their opponent." 

"Is that fair?" 

"No." 

Killua goes over to Shoot, and Gon stays with Knuckle. I sigh and stay in a tree, falling asleep but keeping a portion of my mind awake, like with Bisky. 

When I wake up, Gon is having a brain fart as Knuckle is explaining something to him. Killua is on the floor, defeated. I sigh. 

"Guess I'm fighting you for the token?" 

"Yes. We shall fight twice though, if you win this round." 

"Suits me. Let me just place him over here." 

Killua is knocked out and I carry him over to a tree. I turn back to Shoot, who's taken up a defensive stance. I do the same, transforming into my dark form. One by one, floating fists start to appear in the air around him. 

Immediately, they start to attack me. I need to get in distance of him for my attacks to hit. Dodging the flying fists, I remember that when we were up against Razor, the boxer with the teleporting hand couldn't do anything up close. I rush in to confront Shoot, getting in distance with him. Shock films over his eyes as he starts to attack me himself, his fists not doing much due to the fact that I'm moving too close to him and he could accidentally hit himself and not me.

I start to punch him, infusing my Nen into each punch. This makes them stronger and also pushes my power onto him. Eventually, since we're so up close, he barely gets a hit in and crumples to his knees in pain from the punches he's received. "I-I give up," he mutters. 

I transform back into my regular self and wait for him. He gets up from his knees. "One more time. Whoever wins this gets the other's token." 

"Alright." I change back into my dark form. 

I again start to get into his personal space, but instead of just staying there and waiting for me, he moves past the pain and reaches out, grabbing onto my wings. Suddenly they're gone.  I fall to the ground in disbelief. 

"My wings!" I snarl. "Where did they go? How did you rip them off?" 

He explains his ability, and I listen, quickly getting tired of his speech. 

Shoot and I go back to our ready stances. I attack again, rushing to him and then behind, kicking him on the back. He falls to the floor and I pounce again, punching him in the back again, deeper into the ground. 

I get back up, but he jumps up just the same. 

"You're still conscious?" 

"Morel trained me. I think I'm ok." 

"Alright." I blink, but when I look back at Shoot, but he's gone. I feel arms envelop me. I grab the arms and sink my fingers into them, then jump off the floor and backflip off of him. Sitting on his shoulders now, I put my cinquedeas to his neck. A drop of blood slides down his neck and drips onto the floor. "Give up, Shoot." 

"I-I give up." Shoot gives me his token and I get off him, going back to my regular self. 

"Sorry. But Gon really wants to go back to the NGL." 

"I understand that it isn't personal. Let's just hope that Knuckle gets his token." 

At the trees, Gon makes Knuckle promise to save Kite. With two against one winnings for the other side, I give my token to Shoot. He thanks me for allowing him to keep the tokens. 

I shrug in an attempt to be modest. "When we go to the NGL, I want Gon to have his Nen back. So we'll see you soon." 

He smiles softly. "See you soon, then." 

They leave, and my heart breaks at Gon falls to the floor crying. "I'm so weak!"

I step forward, conjuring up words to console him, when Killua grabs my hand and pulls me back, shaking his head. Even without speaking, I understand what he's saying. We go back into the truck with heavy hearts. 

Halfway through the ride, Gon jumps up. His tears are gone, and there is a triumphant look on his face. "Okay! I've recovered! Knuckle and the others are going to save Kite! So I have to become stronger! So Kite isn't disappointed!" 

Spin sighs and starts to talk. 

Back at the hotel, Palm's venomous aura spreads around. I shudder as we walk in. Opening the door, I see tons of Gon dolls on the floor. 

"What the hell?" I exclaim. 

"What the fuck?" Killua says at the same time. 

Palm stands up. "You promised to take me to NGL, Gon, and you've failed. You must do one thing that I request. Go out on a date with me." 

Me and Killua gasp as Gon agrees. Palm kinda blows up, but Gon assures her that tomorrow she'll have her date. 

"Say, Gon. Have you ever been on a date before?" Killua asks as we walk to our rooms. 

"Sure!" Me and Killua gape. 

Gon explains, and I almost faint. That means...oh what the hell.

"Gon, please stop talking. I'm going to throw up. I didn't need to know that type of stuff." I drag my hands down my face in despair.

He smiles with closed eyes. The phone rings and he picks it up. "Yay! Kite's still alive!"

The next day is Gon and Palm's date. I change into a casual outfit, as if I'm just a tourist exploring the city. Doing my hair, it looks as if I'm just walking around town. 

I watch as Gon takes Palm to the aquarium and then through the forest to a lake with a tree in the middle. While they are not looking I slip into the branches of the trees. 

I spot a furry grey cap in the bushes next to Gon and Palm. I'm about to blow my cover, when eyes pop out from underneath and lock with mine. Killua?  

I motion for him to come over to me. He does. The cap flutters to the floor, but its hidden in the giant roots. 

"What are you doing here, Y/N? And what are you wearing?" 

"Please, you cannot be saying anything. Your outfit is horrible. It's like you want to be caught wearing this bright purple. Did you consider even consider camo?"

He frowns, looking down at his outfit. "Hey, I just grabbed the first hoodie I saw."

"I think it's mine." The same frown he's wearing overtakes my face. "You can just ask if you want to use it." 

"Awkward," he mutters, drawing out the word. I laugh. 

Suddenly, I feel Killua's arm around my shoulder, hugging me closer to him. I scoot closer, when I perk up. 

"Do you hear that?" 

"Yeah. Let's go, Y/N."