𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧- 𝐒𝐞𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐥
Some people don't know what they have until it's gone.
But what about the ones who do know?
The ones who never took a damn thing for granted? Who tried their hardest to hold on, yet could only look helplessly...
"I'm sorry, Gon. We'll have to finish this another time." Rin stormed out of the arena, leaving behind a trail of unsettled emotions.
I stood there, perplexed by the sudden turn of events. The crowd's murmurs and the distant echoes of the interrupted fight surrounded me, but my attention remained fixated on her disappearing silhoutte.
Her departure had left me with more questions than answers. Rin seemed to carry a storm within her, a tempest of conflicting emotions that had erupted in that arena.
My curiosity burned like a quiet flame within me. As far as I knew, Rin's parents died when she was eight. That was the reason she became a Hunter to gather the Dragon Balls. But the woman who had forcibly taken her away from the fighting arena appeared too familiar to be a stranger. Rin even called her mother.
'But how can it be? It doesn't make any sense.'
Determination fueled my steps as I made my way through the dispersing crowd. I needed to know the truth, to understand the complexities that now surrounded Rin's life.
The intensity in her eyes, the fire that had ignited the moment our gazes locked, lingered in my memory. Whatever secrets she held, they were now concealed behind the walls of her own tumultuous world.
The determination to uncover the truth burned brighter within me. The reason Rin was alive, her altered memories, the sudden appearance of a mother and a brother, and the complexities of her identity these last five years propelled me forward.
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Third person POV
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Kame Island's forest at night was a realm transformed. Shadows danced along the forest floor, and a soft symphony of nocturnal sounds emerged—the distant hooting of an owl, the rustling of leaves, and the murmuring whispers of the night breeze. Gon ventured deeper into the heart of this enchanted darkness.
"Killua's late. I wonder what happened." Gon wondered.
The night held a unique allure, a mystery that unfolded with each step. Gon felt a sense of connection with the nocturnal world, a quiet intimacy that echoed in the rustling leaves and the elusive footsteps of unseen creatures.
As Gon tread deeper, the air began to change. A delicate fragrance wafted through the air, reminiscent of cherry blossoms in full bloom. His instincts took over, propelling him forward, following the invisible thread that connected his heart to the familiar aroma.
Yet, there was an unusual undercurrent to the fragrance—a subtle note of sadness interwoven with the sweet aroma of cherry blossoms. The air carried the unmistakable scent of tears, a poignant scent that tugged at Gon's soul.
Driven by a mixture of concern and an unspoken bond, Gon quickened his pace. The sobs grew more distinct.
As he emerged from the thick foliage, Gon found himself in a small clearing bathed in a soft, ethereal glow. There, beneath the shade of a venerable oak tree, was the source of the scent. A figure with shoulders trembling was seated on a moss-covered rock, bathed in the delicate hues of the forest light.
