Author's Note: Hello you beauties~! Let me give a quick explanation on how this story came about. It's based on something my friends and I were writing together as some characters from hxh. Though when we wrote it, it was goofy and terrible, also unfinished. So I decided to take our little pointless drabbles and turn it into an actual story.

Anyone who knows me and my style of writing knows that I like things dark. My stories have edges, guys. Hard, bloody, edges. If you have a faint heart, then this is your warning, okay? Things get a bit darker further down the road.

Disclaimer: Don't own the characters but I own the story. That kind of thing.

Triad - A group or set of three connected people or things.

Chapter 1: After Class

Hisoka Morou's fingers fumbled over the buttons of his deep blue silk button down. His breath was a bit shaky as he let out a quiet chuckle and looked over his shoulder to the slender black haired beauty behind him. "Your shoes are under the desk." He told him.

Illumi's midnight locks dipped over to the floor as he leaned down to slip on his chocolate brown dress shoes. He wore an attire that was very appropriate for the chancellor of Gittarackur University, an Ivy League college. His dark grey suit sat on his broad shoulders in a way that showed off his muscular arms but also accentuated his slim waist. His pants hugged his hips in all the right places but were very classy in their own uniqueness. "Why did you have to throw them under the desk like an animal?"

Hisoka's clothes were just as stylish as his boss's but a bit more casual. His silk long-sleeved button down was a beautiful match for his black dress shoes and black slacks. The handsome redhead pushed his hair off his forehead and raised a brow when he noticed Illumi packing his briefcase with his laptop and some papers. "You're leaving?"

Illumi locked the little case shut with his thumbs and held it casually over his shoulder with one hand, sticking the other hand in his pocket. "Despite what you might think, my sole purpose in life is not to be constantly fucked by some spoiled rich man."

Hisoka smiled, sauntering his way over to the grumpy chancellor and kissing Illumi's lovely pale neck. "Illumi~ I'm hurt. Do you really see me as spoiled?"

The question made Illumi scoff but even as he did so he couldn't help but close his eyes from the attention he was getting. Damn it. He really needed to tell Hisoka 'no' more often. He couldn't just bend over and be fucked every time the redhead tried to seduce him. "You are the richest man in the country." He said as he roughly pushed Hisoka away by his dumb kissing face. "And you seem to think that if you want something, that's reason enough for you to get it."

Hisoka shoved his hands in his pockets and leaned against his boss's desk. "Getting whatever I want, is what I want." He said that as if that logic made perfect sense.

Illumi only sighed. "Things aren't always going to go your way." He pulled out his keys and beckoned for Hisoka to get the fuck out his office. "Eventually, you'll have to deal with mishaps just like everyone else." As the two men stepped out, fully dressed now after the hours of ruthless sex, they looked at each other with eyes full of familiarity.

Hisoka and Illumi had been friends for many long years. They knew each other long before either one of them became someone important. Back when Illumi was just a scrawny little thing living with his extremely abusive parents and when Hisoka was some scruffy homeless kid stealing scraps of food off the streets. They bonded over how messed up they were and leaned on each other for something that they didn't even know they were looking for. Despite the fact that Illumi found Hisoka to be absolutely intolerable, he still cared about the fool. Though… he would never admit it.

"You wound me." Hisoka feinted hurt. "I'm much more than the entitled man you see me as."

Illumi shook his head as he started walking towards the direction of the main lobby. "Do you need a ride home?" He asked, completely ignoring Hisoka's 'hurt' feelings.

Hisoka waved off his best friend with his hand. "I can't go home right now. I have a couple of students who stayed after school to make up for a test they missed."

Illumi stopped walking. "Hisoka." His voice was very steady. "We have been fucking for hours."

Hisoka grinned. "And it was magical."

Illumi turned his nose and scowled. "That's not what I meant you fool." He started walking again, only this time his mood had changed from indifferent to annoyed. "You've had your students waiting in there all this time so you can have sex with me? What kind of school do you think I'm running? Your thoughtless actions are a constant attack on the reputation I'm trying to-"

"Relax, lovely flower." Hisoka interrupted. "It's only two students. More specifically two students from my sexual education class." He said that last part with a trace of something mischievous in his voice and it almost made Illumi growl in annoyance.

"Have you had sex with these students?" The chancellor's eyes practically turned into angry black holes at the thought of Hisoka doing something so irresponsible. Sex with students was not only immoral but illegal. Hisoka could fuck everyone in the city for all Illumi cared, but his students were off limits.

Hisoka exhaled at the thought of seeing his lovely students writhing under his body. "Not yet." He answered.

The darkness he felt looming off of his boss almost made the redhead choke on his laughter. It was always sexy whenever his black haired beauty got so irritated with him.

"Hisoka…"

"I'm just kidding~!" Hisoka smiled. "I would never disrespect your rules, flower." At least not so blatantly. He liked his job. He certainly did not want to lose it. The fact that Illumi was correct about Hisoka being the richest man in the country didn't mean anything. He enjoyed working under Illumi (literally and figuratively) as opposed to being stuck at home sorting through his company files. He enjoyed everything about the college. He liked how unpredictable everything was, how interesting all the students were, he even liked the grumpy cooks who always complained whenever he stole treats from their locked cabinets (what could he say? He used to be a street rat, old habits die hard). Honestly, he'd be quite disappointed if he ever lost his job.

"You better be telling the truth." Illumi said over his shoulder as he stepped through the glass doors of the main exit. A part of him knew that Hisoka wouldn't do anything to fuck up his job but another part of him also knew how impish the redhead could get when he was bored for too long. "By the way, the last train departs in an hour. Since you are too stubborn to buy yourself a car-"

"Why do I need a car when I have you?"

"Then I suggest," Illumi continued, "That you reschedule this make up test for another day. Unless you don't mind walking home in the snow." His words seemed to echo in the empty school as the chancellor left, leaving Hisoka to now be the only authoritative figure working in the entire building.

"Goodbye, flower." Hisoka cooed before turning his heel and making his way to the elevator. His class was on the 4th floor, and as he walked through the empty halls he realized that everyone else had already gone home. That was a little odd. Usually there would always be at least a handful of students in the library studying or in the science lab preparing for their next project.

But then again~ it was pretty late. Illumi mentioned that the last train leaves in an hour. That must mean that it's 8 o'clock since the last train departs at 9 p.m.

This wasn't a big concern to the redhead though. He's missed the train before. However, he'd be lying to himself if he said that he didn't prefer the train to a taxi.

Hisoka pushed open the door to his class and his smile grew when he saw that his two students were still waiting for him. He looked to the board at the message he left up there for them. It read as 'Be back in a second. Wait until my return. Anyone not here will be given a zero on your test.' He also drew a little version of himself standing next to his threatening words on the board. For intimidating effect.

The sexual education teacher faced his two students and frowned a little bit. They certainly didn't look like they were doing anything productive while he was away.

Gon Freecss was definitely not doing anything useful. The spiky haired 18-year-old was sprawled out across the top of his desk, mouth open and snoring away. He was asleep. He actually fell asleep. If Hisoka wasn't so insulted, he might have walked over to his adorable little student and woke him up in a way that was very loving and Hisoka-ish.

And then there was Kurapika Kurta leaning back in his chair looking down at his phone. Who was possibly texting him this late anyway? Though it's not like the 23-year-old blonde was unattractive, no not at all. It's just that he was, well, a bit of a stick in the mud. Or maybe not stick in the mud. More so just… a loner. He always followed the rules and never caused trouble. Hisoka highly doubted the poor thing had any friends outside of class.

"Wake up." Hisoka slammed his palm on Gon's desk and the brunette woke up with a surprised 'Aah!' as he jumped up from his laying position and fell out his chair.

Kurapika barely looked up from what he was doing before he went back to his phone.

"Ouch…" Gon mumbled as he rubbed his butt. "Hisoka?" The freshman's head was still buzzing with sleepiness and his voice was a little groggy. "Wh-what time is it?" He asked through a yawn.

Kurapika rolled his eyes. "Late." He answered, clearly upset that he was forced to wait so long for his teacher. He would have left hours ago if it not for Hisoka's 'If you leave you get a zero' message. Where the fuck was he this entire time anyway?

Gon smiled up at his classmate as he pulled himself back into his seat. "You're really grumpy." He teased. "Maybe you should have taken a nap like me." He spoke to Kurapika in the same tone he'd use with his best friend even though they didn't know much about each other.

Though Gon Freecss and Kurapika Kurta have known of each other for a long time, they never ran in the same circle before. Sure they often spotted each other around the hall but they never had a reason to speak. Their ages were just too spread out. When Gon was a freshman in high school, Kurapika was a senior, and now Gon is a freshman in college and Kurapika is preparing to graduate.

Also because of their age differences they never had the opportunity to share the same classes, especially because Kurapika was always signed up for the most advanced courses. However, this year Kurapika was told that he needed an extra recreational class in his schedule and the only class with an open slot was this one. Since this was a sexual education class, students of all grades were enrolled into it making it the first class Kurapika and Gon ever had in common.

Though it was still the beginning of the year and the two hadn't really developed a friendship. Kurapika felt that it would make no sense to form such a bond. He would be leaving at the end of the year anyway. Why make it harder on anyone?

But Gon saw things a bit differently. He looked up to Kurapika. The blonde was really smart and he always seemed to have everything together. Gon envied that. He felt like his own mind was always buzzing with a million thoughts at once and he could never focus on one thing for too long before he moved on to something else. He admired Kurapika's level headedness and hoped that some of it would rub off on him.

"I'm an adult." Kurapika told Gon. "I don't nap."

Gon frowned to himself for a second. Did napping mean that one wasn't acting like an adult? He was fresh out of high school and he longed to be seen as a serious adult and not like some dumb kid anymore. He certainly didn't want anyone thinking that he acted like a child. Perhaps he shouldn't have suggested Kurapika nap. He should have just kept his mouth shut.

Kurapika could see that he upset Gon and he bit back the urge to comfort the freshman. Instead, he went back to his phone.

Hisoka walked over to the blonde and snatched the phone out his hand. "Who are you texting?" He asked curiously. Did Kurapika suddenly get an abundance of friends?

"I wasn't texting anyone." The blonde retorted as he took back his phone. "I was reading an article about time and space." He paused for a moment, then, "Where were you? Actually, I don't care. Can we take our tests now?"

Hisoka smiled. Of course Kurapika spent his free time reading educational things. That made more sense than him having a late night friend. "Well, where do you think I've been?" He asked with a sly smile.

"Oh I know." Gon said a bit too excitedly, quickly pulling himself out of his upset mood. "Your hair is kind of messed up. Were you doing something outside? I know that Ponzu was looking for someone to help her in greenhouse earlier today." Ponzu, being the botany teacher.

Hisoka leaned on Gon's desk and ruffled the brunette's hair. "Ponzu's class is not something I'd waste my time with." He spoke in a tone that was light, as if he wasn't insulting a co-worker. Then he rolled his eyes up to the ceiling in thought before adding, "I was talking to Illumi."

Gon's eyes widened. "Oh, the chancellor? Then how did your hair get messed up?"

Hisoka grinned. "Sexual Education."

Kurapika frowned. "Is this appropriate?"

But the teacher wasn't paying attention to Kurapika's complaints as he reached up to fix his hair. He didn't realize how aggressive his long haired flower had been earlier tonight. "Gon is right, Kurapika. You seem grumpy." He stopped messing with his hair once he was satisfied with it. "Is it because I wasn't here? I'd be happy to give you private lessons later this week if you desire my attention."

"I will never take a 'private lesson' from you..." Kurapika answered. "And if I'm grumpy it's because you kept us here while you 'sexually educated' Mr. Zoldyck." The blonde put his phone in his pants pocket before he spoke again. "Also, while you're wasting your time fixing your hair, you could be giving us our test. Your hair could have waited until you were home in the privacy of your own bathroom."

Hisoka chuckled and purposely ignored the main point of the blonde's complaints. "You seem pretty interesting in my personal bathroom. I supposed that's natural for a young man exploring his sexuality."

"How did what I say translate into me exploring my sexuality?"

"Well I do shower in my bathroom. I imagine you knew that." He was intentionally trying to get a rise out of Kurapika now. Hisoka enjoyed when he was able to frazzle others. One of his greatest pleasures in life was to be the source of the chaos behind someone's gaze. Illumi knew this first hand. "It's hard to think of me grooming myself in my personal bathroom without the showering part."

"I wasn't imagining you taking a shower." Kurapika bit off his words with heavy venom. "We've been waiting for hours for you to give us our tests. When are you going to do that exactly?" He mentally beat himself up for even putting himself in the position to have to stay after class in the first place. But he had much more important matters to attend to the day it was given. His adoptive sister, Melody, was having issues in the hospital with her chemotherapy and he chose to be there instead of here. If he only knew the annoying shit his teacher would put him through…

Hisoka grinned his Hisoka-like grin. "I suppose we are pressed for time."

"Pressed for time. I wonder whose fault that is."

"Yes well, I'm sure a smart thing like you can knock out a test like this fairly quickly."

Kurapika scoffed. "Yeah? And what about Gon?"

Gon's eyes widened and he looked down at his hands. Was Kurapika calling him stupid?

And almost immediately Kurapika caught on to what he just said and felt instantly guilty. "Shit Gon. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that."

The little brunette shrugged his shoulders, putting on one of his best forgiving smiles as he answered the upperclassman. "It's okay…" And when he said 'It's okay', he really meant it. Gon, despite having a hidden temper, was a soft soul. There was something about him that people were drawn to. Something about the way his mind worked. How he was always able to see someone for who they really were even if they couldn't see it within themselves. And although Gon loved this natural instinct he had, sometimes he wished others would take the time to look into his own soul with such depth. He wished they would see past his 'innocent kid' exterior and know that there was a broken person inside.

Hisoka moved to his desk and grabbed their tests. "Here." He placed the papers down in front of them and tapped the top of it with his index finger. "30 minutes. That should be enough time for both of you."

Gon looked down at the test felt his heartbeat quicken. He was never good at taking tests. He was always better with hands on things. Not only that, but he didn't even recognize any of these questions. He, unlike Kurapika, wasn't staying after school to make up for the test because he missed the day they took it. He was retaking it because he failed it the first time. And Gon wasn't a stupid person, not at all. He was very intelligent. It's just that his anxiety always prevented him from actually proving how special he really was. "Hisoka?"

Hisoka was already heading back to his desk when he heard Gon's small, self-doubting voice. "Hm?"

The little brunette bit his bottom lip and shifted in his seat, an action that Hisoka thought was very cute. "I might need more time." He admitted sheepishly.

Hisoka's eyes flickered to Kurapika, who was already scribbling down his answers, then back to Gon. Under normal circumstances, he would have granted his student the extra time he needed. But tonight he simply didn't have the luxury. "30 minutes, Gon. You can do this. You're smart." He said over his shoulder as he made his way to the front of the class so he could grade papers.

Gon sighed and slouched in his seat. He was going to fail this test; he just knew it. He stared at the questions in depressed defeat. They may as well have been written in another language.

The time passed so slowly as Gon dreaded the idea of failing again. Why didn't he study harder? Why did he have to be so dumb?

His dad's nonchalant voice spoke to him in his head and he closed his eyes at the memory.

'Stupid little shit…. How could you do that wrong? You're not my fuckin' son. A son of mine would have gotten it right.'

Gon covered his face in his hands.

He couldn't do this. He knew he couldn't do this. He was so stupid…

His chest ached as his father's words pounded in his head, imprinting themselves over his anxiety-filled brain. He was starting to feel nauseous.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

He was so fuckin' stupid…

"Gon?"

Gon slowly opened his fingers to peek at Kurapika through them.

"Do you need help?" Kurapika's test was already face down and completed when he noticed the stress that Gon was going through. "I can't give you the answers but maybe I can help you understand the questions better."

Gon felt the storming anxiety slowly die down as he carefully put his hands back on the desk. "You would do that?"

The question seemed silly to Kurapika. But it was his own fault that Gon was surprised at his kindness. He never actually tried to reach out to him before. "Of course." The blonde adjusted his chair so he was sitting closer to Gon and he picked up the test to look at how much got done. Instantly his face fell. "You did nothing so far…" How much time did they even have left? 10, 15 minutes?

Gon blushed and looked at his hands. "Yeah," A sad laugh left his lips. "I can be a little stupid sometimes."

Kurapika shook his head. "Not at all. Everyone has trouble taking tests."

"Not you."

Kurapika waved off the compliment. "I have trouble with other things. Here." He pointed to the first question. "Name 4 risky behaviors pertaining to getting an HIV."

Gon merely shrugged.

"Well, the question is worded a bit weirdly." Kurapika thought out loud.

Hisoka spoke from behind his desk, not bothering to look up from what he was doing. "My tests are worded perfectly fine."

The senior rolled his eyes and looked back to Gon. "It's basically telling you to name 4 things that could give you an HIV."

Gon felt himself gain a bit more confidence from his classmate's encouragements. Maybe it was because Kurapika rephrased the question. Or maybe it was because he felt like someone had faith in him. Either way, Gon was able to answer it correctly and do it all with a small smile on his face.

Kurapika felt happy that he was helping Gon complete his test. He continued to do so for the rest of the questions, rephrasing and re-wording things to help Gon understand. The more questions they answered the more Kurapika could see that Gon was starting to get the hang of it.

As Gon was answering his final question, Kurapika couldn't help but feel a twinge of pride for the underclassman. As he watched Gon take his test, he saw that out of 20 questions, Gon only missed 4.

"Annndd~ done!" Gon shouted as he slapped his pencil down.

"Good job!" Kurapika high-fived the excited brunette and smiled down at his test. "And you only missed 4 questions."

"Wait, what?" Before Gon could look at his test again Hisoka was already there to snatch it up. "You still passed, Gon." The redhead assured. "You'd have to miss more than 4 to fail."

Kurapika nodded. "I knew you could do it."

"Thanks to you." Gon said as he leaned back and put his feet on his desk. "Man, you're really good at tutoring, Kurapika. Maybe you should give me some lessons." He felt his mood shift from stressed to relieved now that his test was completed. "I could skip my Government class and meet you in the library." He joked. He hated Government.

Hisoka placed the tests on top of his desk. He would grade them tomorrow morning. "Ahh~ Government. A useless class…" He thought all classes that weren't his were useless.

Kurapika shot his professor a glare. "Government is not useless, Hisoka. Jeez, you work here. Should you really be telling your students that any class is useless."

Gon laughed. "I'm sure Hisoka was joking." He wasn't. "Besides. Government has too much reading. It's so boring."

"I agree." Hisoka looked at his watch then back up at his students. "When I teach I prefer more of a..." He mentally searched for the right words. "hands-on approach."

"I don't think hands on is appropriate for sexual education…" Kurapika said under his breath. Then he said the next part a little louder. "Books aren't that bad."

The redhead brushed off what Kurapika was saying. He was doing that a lot today. "You learn much more from experience than you do from reading books."

"Books are easier to go over." The little blonde pointed out. "You can't go over what someone says to you in person once you're away from them."

"Hmmm... I agree with Hisoka. It's easier to learn with experience." Gon added, standing up and stretching his arms over his head. "I didn't learn how to fish by reading a book!" He said with a laugh.

Hisoka looked at the time again and beckoned for them to start packing their things. "That's a good point, Gon."

"Well, some things you learn easier by reading." Kurapika said, following Gon out the class. "Things like fishing and skating need physical experience… You don't need experience for sexual education."

"Hmm not true~" Hisoka locked the door behind them and twirled the keys around his index finger. "But I'm still learning all the ins and outs of teaching an actual class. This is my first year after all."

"What?" Kurapika walked beside Gon and clutched his bag against his chest. "You've always made it seem like you've taught Sex Ed. your whole life. This is your first time?"

"Just because he never taught it before doesn't mean he isn't good at it." Gon smiled up at his favorite teacher. "I haven't really taught anyone besides Killua how to fish but I was pretty good at teaching it anyway."

Hisoka lightly tugged Kurapika's hair. "I haven't taught it in a classroom setting but I assure you, I have extensive knowledge in the area."

The blonde frowned up at Hisoka, not very pleased with all this touching... He shrugged away from his teacher's annoying hands. "Okay, I think I'm done talking about all of your 'extensive knowledge'." He mumbled as they exited the university building.

The unexpected snow slapped them in their faces and the night air was cold and biting. The two younger men rubbed their hands over their arms for warmth, both simultaneously regretting that they didn't check the weather this morning and prepare better for the snow. Hisoka, of course, did not have such issues because he had the sense of mind check the weather and even to bring a jacket.

"Shit." Kurapika swore. He looked over to the station that was built on the same property of the university. A feature that the Zoldyck family was kind enough to add a few years back so their students would have a safe way home after class. The University was on the top of a mountain after all. Too many reckless students were getting into accidents on the way back down.

Hisoka shoved his hands in his pockets and breezed past his shivering students.

Kurapika's face fell when he noticed that Hisoka was taking the train. Didn't all the professors have cars? He grimly watched as Gon jogged past Hisoka and beat him to the doors of their only transportation, the conductor was already preparing to go home for the night.

"You barely made it." The white haired man said, chewing on a wooden toothpick. "I was about to turn in."

Hisoka shrugged and stepped inside of the little car. For a train, it was fairly small, but then again, the train's sole purpose was to transfer students and teachers to and from town so there was no need for it to be very big.

"Thanks Kite." Gon told his longtime family friend before he hopped through the door. Even though Kite said that he was getting ready to leave, Gon knew that he was just saying that because he was annoyed with how long he had to wait. The conductor was well aware that Gon was still inside and would never leave him out in a snowstorm this bad. As tough as Kite could be on him sometimes, the freshman knew how much he cared for him. It was in such a pure and attentive kindness that his own father could never show. Unlike Ging, Kite never missed Gon's special events for school or any of his birthdays. Even if he simply dropped by to give Gon a hardy 'Hey kid,' he was still there.

Kite nodded as he watched his surrogate son bounce inside. Gon was so much like Ging in so many ways. His mind was strong, and his heart was stronger. When Gon told him that he had to stay after school to retake his test, Kite knew that Gon would beat himself up in the beginning then pull through towards the end. Seeing the little brunette run so happily inside told Kite that Gon definitely did well this time. The thought made him smile. He was proud of Gon's determination.

"Um…" Kurapika stopped right outside the door to thank the conductor. "Thank you for waiting."

Kite nodded. "It was nothing." He said as he ushered Kurapika inside. "But hurry up and find a seat. I want to get off this stupid mountain."

Kurapika didn't need to be told that twice. He longed to be off this mountain and into his warm bed as soon as possible too.

Kite waited for them to all find a seat before he shut the doors behind them. The 3 men sat in scattered places on the train, not bothering to sit close to one another for any reason. They could see through the windows that the storm had gotten worse. Heavy white snow beat against the train and the lights flickered as the metal car groaned.

"Whoa." Gon pressed his palms on the cool glass and looked outside. The train started to move and the wind blew hard against their movement causing the lights to flicker some more. The sound of the howling snow was loud and horrific. It sounded more like an awaking monster than it did a snowstorm.

Kurapika moved beside Gon and joined him in looking out the window. "I don't think it's safe to ride the train in this kind of weather…"

Gon suddenly wrapped his arm around Kurapika's shoulders, not caring that this was the first day they had ever even spoke to each other. "Kite is the conductor." He said that as if Kite was incapable of ever doing anything outside of perfect. "We'll be okay." He reassured. "I promise."

Hisoka was sitting in the back of the train with his eyes closed. He could understand Kurapika's fear. In all the years he's lived in this city, he didn't remember the snow ever being this bad.

The lights flickered again and Kurapika sat down next to where Gon was looking out the window and covered his eyes. "I have a bad feeling…" It was understandable that Kurapika was having an inner battle within himself over this horrible weather. He didn't have a very pleasant experience with snowstorms.

Gon plopped down next to his classmate and lightly pat his back. "Don't be afraid." He quietly urged, attempting to help Kurapika with his fears just as the blonde helped him while they were taking their test. "You know…" He said gently after a few seconds of watching Kurapika sink into himself. "Whenever I'm frightened, I would try to take my mind off of things by playing a game."

Kurapika didn't uncover his eyes. "A game?" He didn't sound very convinced. "I don't think that'll help…"

The caring brunette gently pulled Kurapika's hands from his face and offered another warm smile. It was so pure that it made Kurapika's heart feel like it was suddenly wrapped in a thin layer of cotton. "Let's play eye spy."

"But…"

"I spy with my little eye..." Gon gently interrupted his frightened companion. "Something…" He looked behind him at the almost sleeping Hisoka and smiled. "Red."

Kurapika followed Gon's gaze and then bit back his own smile. "Hisoka." He answered. "His dumb messy hair."

"It's not messy." Hisoka mumbled, revealing for the first time since they got on the train that he was not asleep.

"Correct!" Gon cheered. "You got it right Kurapika."

The lights flickered again and Kurapika winced.

"Um... Hisoka!" Gon called out to his teacher, hoping that if more people were in on the game, Kurapika wouldn't keep thinking about the storm. "Want to join us?"

The redhead peeked at his student through one half-open eye. "Eye spy?"

Gon excitedly nodded. "Yeah! It'll be more fun if you joined."

Hisoka closed his eyes again and didn't move. For a moment, Gon thought that this was the teacher's way of blowing them off. But then,

"Okay." He sighed as he got up and sat behind them. He crossed his arms and leaned over their seat. He looked down at Kurapika, whose fists were clenched tightly in his lap and raised a curious brow. Then he understood immediately why the blonde was so upset. Hisoka was familiar with Kurapika's file as he was with all of his students. Kurapika lost something very dear to him in a snowstorm a few years back and the memory of what he read made him feel a bit of pity for blonde.

Hisoka lightly nudged Kurapika with his hand.

"What?" Kurapika snapped, expecting for Hisoka to say something inappropriate or lewd.

Hisoka paused for a moment before talking. "Gon said that you guessed right." He said, picking on up Gon's plan to take Kurapika's mind off his fears. "That means it's your turn, right?"

Kurapika was a little taken back, his face slightly pink and embarrassed from misjudging his teacher so quickly. "Yeah." He said softly. "It's my turn." The game was helping him take his mind off of his fears, if only for a few seconds.

The little blonde looked around the car for something to spy. "I spy with my little eye something..."

What did he spy...what did he spy...?

He looked to the window and squinted through the blizzard to try and make out anything viewable outside. The blonde could see only shapes but he had ridden this train long enough to recognize where they were. The train was about to ride over a tall wooden bridge that overlooked a beautiful crystal lake. Or at least it was beautiful in better weather anyway. They were in the more foresty area of the mountains and right now and the snow blanketed over the ground and trees in heavy waves. It wasn't a surprise that the lake had already frozen over. The sight was beautiful in a grim and death filled way.

Kurapika felt the air leave his body. "Whoa..." He breathed out, forgetting all about their game. The lights flickered again, this time staying off for a few extra seconds before turning back on, and the train rumbled. "Gon-"

But he didn't get to finish. Kurapika was interrupted by an ear-splitting crushing noise and the squealing of the brakes. The three men lurched forward and Kurapika gasped, landing hard on the floor.

"Kurapika! Are you okay?" Gon tried to grab Kurapika and help him back up but the train squealed and rocked again, making Gon fall forward and land on his friend.

Hisoka was up, able to keep himself up only because he was already leaning on the back of their seat. He clutched the back of the chair as he leaned forward and reached out for them. "Come here." He urged.

They barely had time to grab Hisoka's arm when the train shook another time. The large redhead pulled his students off the ground and over the seat, holding them tightly against his chest. The snow beat against the windows and a thick chunk of ice crashed into the glass, shattering it to pieces. The shards cut across their faces and arms.

Kurapika clutched the front of Hisoka's shirt and shut his eyes tight. He felt like he was stuck in a terrible dream. All of his fears and all of his nightmares were rolled up and presented to him in the form of this very moment. He held his breath and listened to the horrible sounds of what was soon going to be their death.

"Hisoka." Gon felt himself wrap his arms around his teacher's waist, holding on for dear life. He feared that if he were to let go, he'd fall and slide out the broken window. Hisoka kept them from slamming into the train walls only by using his legs to press their bodies in-between the cold wooden seats.

The vehicle groaned and the bridge shook. They couldn't hear Kite's voice breaking up on the intercom over the crushing sound of the bridge collapsing under them. The train rocked back and forth, causing Hisoka to lose his footing and slide to the leaning side of the boxcar, still holding onto his students as they slid across the cold metal floor. Right before his body slammed into the windows, Hisoka angled himself so he covered Kurapika and Gon's smaller frames, forcing himself to take on most of the impact. The train jumped and his head banged hard against the wall. Hisoka's vision blurred and he saw stars.

The ice and snow from the blizzard poured inside and the wind roared with the viciousness of a monster. The train moaned one final time as it tipped over on its side and fell through the freezing air towards the icy lake.

Author's Note: I'm not sure if this story will get as many readers as Diagnose Me. As far as I've seen, I don't think there are too many popular triad relationship stories on here. I hope you guys like it though. This story is very close to my heart.

But anyway~ Leave a review and tell me what you think! After writing my last story I've come to understand that reviews really keep my motivated. Whenever I feel like shit about my style of writing I always read my reviews and they make me feel better enough to keep pushing through!

Until next time!