Unbridled Rage

Gon and Killua ran, full speed, to Rivendell's borders, taking only fifteen minutes to get there. Once they were there, they spotted a man with purple hair up in a weird ponytail and clothed in a long purple robe. While his right sleeve stopped half-way, the other was draped over his entire left arm, completely concealing it from view.

The man looked wary as he studied the two teens.

"Hello," Gon greeted kindly. "Are you Shoot?"

Shoot nodded his head reluctantly.

"Yes," came his short response.

"Great! I'm Gon and this is Killua," Gon said, pointing to Killua.

With a huge smile, Gon gazed around in search for Kite, however, when he didn't see anything, his smile turned into a confused frown.

"Where's Kite?" Gon asked.

At the question, Shoot winced. The kid obviously didn't know the state which his friend was in.

Stepping to the side, Shoot revealed a small cage which had been levitating behind him.

"Kite is in here... However, he is no longer the person you knew," Shoot said.

Gon's expression turned serious.

"That's okay. We'll find a way to cure him," he said firmly, brown eyes shining with conviction.

Slowly and hesitantly, Shoot placed the cage on the ground, before muttering the words, "Hotel Raffelsia."

"Once I've dealt enough damage to an opponent, I'm able to trap them," the man started ominously, eyes flashing dangerously as he spoke, "whether it be their entire body... or merely a single part of them."

Both Killua and Gon watched in tense silence as the cage slowly opened, revealing a small Kite who wore nothing but his shoes and trousers... the same he had worn during the attack.

Kite limped out of the cage; his body shrouded in a strange green aura and littered with many, many scars. Body hunched over, his long, grey locks covered his entire face and cascaded onto the forest floor.

"If I release him from the cage, he'll return to his original size... Be careful. He cannot use Nen but he is still strong," Shoot warned.

Kite tripped and nearly fell to the ground but caught himself when he firmly placed a hand on the ground. Green electricity crackled maliciously around him as he grew exponentially until he returned to his normal size.

Unbearably slowly, Kite moved back to show his face, his muscles twitching as he did so. His legs stayed in the position they were though - bent sidewards at unnatural angles.

Gon inhaled sharply once he saw Kite's face.

Kite bared his teeth at Gon as his left eye zeroed in on the boy while the other eye remained half-closed.

"Kite," Gon called softly.

"Most likely, they used him to train soldiers," Shoot began softly. "He automatically attacks anyone who approaches."

Gon remained silent while Killua stared at Kite with sympathy.

As Gon slowly approached, a guttural, almost beastly, sound escaped the man's lips.

"Kite... it's okay," Gon said slowly, outstretching his hands.

As soon as Gon got too close, Kite planted a firm punch on Gon's face, causing Killua to tense. Gon, who was forced back a few metres, now had blood trickling down the side of his face. However, this didn't seem to bother him as he cast Kite a sad look.

"It's been a while," Gon started, "since you punched me."

Memories of Gon's first time meeting Kite flashed through his head.

Walking forwards again, Gon said, "That hurt a lot..."

Though Kite proceeded to hit Gon with a flurry of punches, the green haired Hunter had let his protection shell of Nen drop and made no attempt at dodging.

Shoot stood by stiffly, unsure of what to do. Surely the white haired boy wouldn't allow this to continue? They were friends, were they not?

"I know what you're thinking," Killua said calmly, startling the older Hunter. "And no, I won't interfere. Gon will notice... probably already has."

Though Shoot made no visible signs of acknowledgment, inwardly, he was in a state of bemusement. Indeed, the man's movement were robotic and predictable, the boy's state of shock should make it impossible for him to anticipate any attacks.

"Kite isn't this weak..." Gon whispered. "Kite's punches-," time seemed to slow down as the half-dead man threw a punch, "HURT MUCH MORE!"

With his loud statement, Gon swiftly dodged underneath the sluggish left hook before hugging Kite's torso loosely.

"I'm sorry, Kite. It's our fault you're like this..." the green haired Hunter said quietly while the man snarled loudly in contrast. "Get some rest. We'll help these people and then take care of the rest."

Once Gon let Kite go and took a step back, a giant doll-like figure appeared above his body. Nen strings protruded out of its finger tips where they were firmly attached all along Kite's frame.

Confused expressions fell on both boys faces as they closely studied the bizarre creature.

"What is that thing? Kite's Nen ability looks nothing like that," Killua questioned, throwing Shoot an accusatory glare which basically screamed 'you're dead if this is your doing'.

"That's because it isn't. A friend of mine, Knuckle, blocked Kite's Nen, so that belongs to whoever's controlling him," Shoot quickly elaborated while the white-haired boy burnt holes into his very soul.

Honestly, how a fourteen year-old could possibly have a glare that scary was beyond one-armed man. Directing a final glance of caution towards Killua, Shoot brought his attention back to Gon.

"Be careful... if you touch him again, he'll attack," the purple haired man warned.

"What do I do then? How did you stop him?" Gon questioned stiffly, stubbornly refusing to look away from Kite.

"...Knuckle and I, we injured him... badly," Shoot said reluctantly, causing Gon's frown to deepen. "We had no choice, but I'm still sorry. If you stay away, he won't attack you."

Gon's entire body, which had previously trembled with despair, now shook in anger.

"Kite... Just wait a little longer," Gon stated with clenched fists as he walked away. "I'll get you back to normal soon."

Killua visibly winced. He could hear the anger burning beneath his friend's words, clear as day. The ex-assassin had heard this tone many, many times before... though never from his friend. This was a tone which promised not only unbearable pain... but also death.

"Killua... I want that one myself!" Gon growled.

Pure, scorching, rage danced wildly in those brown orbs of his, glowing with an unbridled need to kill and destroy. And just like an untameable fire, his anger will not extinguish until he has burnt every last enemy to ashes.

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A Few Days Later

The training grounds was the perfect sparring place, comprising of large, open fields which allowed enough space for combat training of all kinds - whether it be archery, sword-fighting or hand-to-hand combat.

For centuries, the Elves of Rivendell have trained and honed their skills, undergoing vigorous training in order to become the very best... However, what all the Elves present had witnessed that day - that fateful day - had changed their opinion of the very best entirely.

The Elves, which were previously training, couldn't help but stop what they were doing in order to observe the small group which had just entered the training fields.

Over with the Fellowship, Gon got ready to fight.

"So, who am I going to spar with?" Gon asked cheerfully, stretching his legs out.

"Me," Boromir stated arrogantly, stepping up.

"Great! I-," Gon started but was interrupted by Boromir.

"But," the man began, "if you lose or give me any indication that you will be a liability to the Fellowship, you and your friend will leave here immediately and return to whatever place you call home," Boromir snarled.

"Now, now Boromir, it has already been decided-," Gandalf started to scold the idiotic man of Gondor.

"No, Oji-san," Gon cut the old man off, a determined expression crossing his face as he turned to address Boromir. "I agree to your terms, Boromir-san."

Killua was going to argue with Gon, but after seeing that familiar look traverse across his face, Killua knew there was no point. Gon was a master at being stubborn.

"I hope you know what you're in for boy, I've experienced more battles than you can count... In fact, I wouldn't blame you if you want to back down," Boromir remarked confidently.

His over exaggerated use of the term boy made Killua scowl at the man. Honestly, ally or not, if the guy kept on carrying on like this, Killua would seriously consider just killing him. But then again, Gon would really get angry with him. The white-haired teen's scowl turning into a look of contemplation.

And on the other hand, he really did need a way to vent his frustrations... A couple stabs to the face shouldn't kill the pompous jerk. It'll be quite the improvement, actually.

Not knowing that a sadistic smile had made its way across his face, the ex-assassins continued to plot ways to kill the Gondorian without actually 'killing' him. Caught in his own violent world, Killua had also failed to notice that everyone had now distanced themselves at least 10 metres away from him.

Ignoring his friends silent cackling, Gon kept his attention on the man in front of him and made no move to back down, causing Boromir to huff and cross his arms over his chest.

"Very well then, but don't expect me to hold back just because you're a child," Boromir spat out, death glaring Gon.

"Do you want to fight with weapons?" Gon asked, clearly unfazed by the Gondorian's stare.

"No, I don't need a weapon to defeat you," Boromir sneered. "... but, if you can even manage to knock me down, I'll stand still for a minute and let you punch me as many times as you want."

Killua shook his head at the man's stupidity - having already devised exactly 429 ways to 'kill' Boromir, he decided to direct his attention back to the fight.

Having gained quite a lot of attention, the two opponents were now surrounded by an assortment of unfamiliar Elves. However, this was mainly due to the presence of both Mithrandir and Lord Elrond. Not to mention the Prince of Mirkwood himself, known far and wide throughout the Elven community for his impeccable skills in the fine art of archery.

Anyways, first rule of fighting Gon? Never give him a free punch... ever. It's probably the dumbest thing any man could possibly do.

But... the jerk didn't ask for just one punch, no, nooo, he just had to be special and offer Gon a chance to punch him several times. It was basically the equivalent of walking into a room full of psychopathic murderers and waving a huge sign above your head with the words 'Please Kill Me' written in big, bold letters, covered in sparkling, neon-freaking-pink glitter. What a brilliant idea. Truly, this Boromir guy was most certainly the absolute height of human intelligence.

From the sidelines, Aragorn watched the Man of Gondor with narrowed eyes. His child-like behaviour was uncalled for and, honestly, quite unbecoming for a son of the Steward of Gonder.

The Ranger himself was shocked at the boy's unyielding attitude. Could he not comprehend the strength of who he was facing, or did he simply disregard Boromir due to naivety?

Aragorn's train of thought was interrupted as the crowd let out collective gasps. Drawing his attention back to Gon, Aragorn immediately noticed the absence of the foreign child's strange green tunic. His eyebrows shot up as he saw Gon was now wearing an extremely tight singlet. This allowed the Ranger along with the other onlookers to see his toned muscles which were clearly on display.

Boromir was, no doubt, the most surprised, thinking that the boy was simply skin and bone. But no. The child's muscles weren't necessarily huge, but the Captain of Gondor had trained enough soldier's to know that size didn't matter. He also knew perfectly well what the build of a fighter looked like, having sparred shirtless many times against some of the most seasoned warriors in Gondor.

This child sported the figure only gained by someone who was constantly worked to the bone. It was as if he had been frequently forced to dig through mountains. This idea was, however, discarded without a second thought due to its absurdity.

Many questions ran through the man's head. Questions which he just knew were going to be left unanswered for quite some time.

Careful not to show any of his true thoughts, Boromir simply scoffed and gave Gon an unimpressed look. However, only a few of those present caught the slight change in his demeanour. The man was actually on guard now. If the others didn't know any better, they'd say the Man of Gondor actually considered the fact that Gon was a good fighter. But that was impossible... for now at least.

Acting as a referee of sorts, Elrond stood between the two fighters, arms behind his back in an act of regal professionalism.

"Alright, are you both ready," the Elf lord started, earning nods from both sides. "Very well... Begin!"

Boromir rolled up the sleeves on his tunic and stood with his arms drawn towards his face and his feet spread apart, while Gon fell into his own loose stance.

"As I said before, if by some miracle you knock me down, I'll let you hit me for a minute without any resistance on my side," Boromir said snobbishly.

Displeased murmurs rippled through the crowd at this comment. Seeing no holes in Gon's form, it was clear to many of the Elves present that the foreign boy could already match, if not surpass, a seasoned fighter, and so they silently chided the Man on allowing himself to be blinded by his arrogance.

Running forwards, Boromir threw a right hook at Gon's jaw which was the Hunter easily dodged. Slightly aggravated at the boy's surprising speed, the Man continued with an onslaught of attacks, only to find himself hitting nothing but air as Gon swiftly ducked under each swing.

Deciding to fight all out, the cocky smile was now wiped clean off of Boromir's face. As he aimed a low kick at the Gon's side, fully intent on breaking a rib or two. Not expecting much resistance, the man was caught by surprise as Gon caught his leg and - without showing even the slightest hint of exertion - simply threw him twenty metres away.

Bystanders watched in awe as the young boy who had just flung a grown man - who was just about twice his size - became a blur of white and green, disappearing instantly.

Still flying, Boromir hadn't even had time to register that Gon had suddenly appeared above him before he was punched in the gut... hard.

Of course, Gon had held back considerably, not quite wanting to kill the man, but Boromir didn't know that. Said man crashed violently into the ground, immediately winding him.

Everyone watched on with slack jaws - yes, this included Elrond, much to Killua's amusement - as Boromir rolled on the ground in pain while clutching at his stomach.

"Hey, Jerk," Killua called out with a despicable smile. "Gon knocked you down, didn't he? Now you'll let him hit you freely for a minute, won't you?"

Something akin to fear flashed through Boromir's eyes as he remembered his statement.

Not trusting his voice to not waver, he simply nodded in response to Killua.

The man knew, deep down, that if he let that happen, he'd most certainly die. Where this child - no, monster - got his incredible strength from was beyond him. However, his Gondorian pride wouldn't and couldn't let him back down from a fight. Not now, not ever.

"As promised, you have a minute of free hits. Do what you wish," Boromir stated loudly, as if proclaiming his last words.

While Boromir silently prepared himself for pain, Gon's expression remained neutral. This seemed to unnerve many of those watching.

"Gon, show him your Jajanken," Killua instructed firmly. "... Attack him like he was responsible for what happened to Kite."

Those present gazed at Killua, who was eyeing Boromir evilly, and Gon curiously, wondering what these foreign terms were. What was a Jajanken? Who was Kite?

However, unlike everyone else, Gandalf's whole demeanour changed at the mentions of this 'Kite' fellow. His eyes had darkened considerably as he recalled the state the boys were in after their little... meeting.

// Start of Flashback //

The Same Day of Gon, Killua and Kite's Reunion

Gandalf sat peacefully in the library in the exact same place the boys had seen him last. Forgetting about his past bemusement, Gandalf puffed happily on his pipe weed, simply enjoying what he knew was to be one of his last moments of peace before the journey to Morder. However, the air of peace and relaxation was completely smothered as he laid eyes on the two, approaching boys, which he had unknowingly come to think of as his grandchildren.

Not missing Gon's now thoroughly bruised and bloodied face, Gandalf was quick to rise from his seat and hurriedly check over the teen's wounds.

"What in the name of Eru happened to you?" the wizard exclaimed worriedly, placing both hands on Gon's shoulder's. "Are you okay? Were you ambushed? Was it Orc's? What were-?"

Gandalf's question was cut off as Gon placed a hand on the wizard's.

"I'm fine, Oji-san," Gon said, surprising the old man with his firm tone. "I think it's time we tell you..."

"Tell me what?" Gandalf asked curiously.

Both boys exchanged looks before Killua answered.

"The reason we came to Middle Earth."

After a second of contemplation, the old wizard nodded his head in agreement, acknowledging that the boys were - for once - being serious.

"If you wish," Gandalf replied simply, a trace of wariness spreading across his features as he said this.

// End of Flashback //

Unknown to Gandalf at the time, the teen's reasons for coming to Middle Earth were quite... disturbing. However, the word 'disturbing' was only used for the lack of a better word... Besides, what other word could possibly describe their predicament.

Giant, carnivorous, man-eating ants? A friend being captured and, possibly, killed by the enemy, only to be sewn back together and controlled like a literal puppet?

Gandalf felt his own blood boil at the sight of the boys - his boys - in pain, even if their anguish wasn't entirely physical.

Gandalf was many things, but unobservant wasn't one of them. He could see the raw emotions burning in Gon and Killua's eyes. While Killua normally hid his emotions exceptionally well, the old wizard saw guilt, regret and sorrow written all over his face.

Gon, however, was something else entirely.

Bright, brown orbs shone with determination and another emotion which Gandalf thought he'd never see from the boy... Hate... so, so much hate. The old man almost, almost, pitied the one who had done wrong by Gon's friend. For the anger of a cruel man is nothing compared to the anger of a caring man.

Back to the fight, Gon made no indication that he acknowledged Killua and instead slowly moved towards Boromir before stopping a few metres in front of him.

Closing his eyes, Gon's brows furrowed deeply as images of that night flashed through his mind.

The spectators watched the foreigner curiously, wondering what he was doing... that was before he finally opened his eyes.

Death.

His eyes looked like death itself.

Boromir found himself reeling back in fear as he suffered the brunt of the boy's murderous look. And he thought the white-haired one's glare was frightening! - though he'd never admit this out loud.

Many of those in the crowd broke into a cold sweat as their eyes shifted nervously between the soon-to-be dead man and the furious child - if it even was a child. Perhaps he was a monster wearing a young boy's skin? Honestly, they weren't so sure anymore.

Orange Nen burst forth from Gon's hand as he clenched his right fist, leaving a certain wizard bug eyed and bemused.

Elrond had not missed the way his old friend reacted. In fact, he had seen the same expression many times before when the old Istari was around Netero.

Though the Elf Lord himself couldn't see this 'Nen', he could most certainly sense its power. And just then, he had felt an immense eruption of power which seemed to radiate from the green-haired boys' fist.

Indeed, he was now thoroughly convinced that both young Gon and Killua would be more than enough aid for the Fellowship.

Elrond and the other watched with bated breath as Gon held his fist as he pulled his arm back.

"First comes rock!" he yelled.

Storm-like winds - along with killer intent - began to thrash wildly around Gon, threatening to tear apart anyone and/or anything that dared to approach. Spider cracks appeared on the ground as he continued to build up his Ren (A/N: It is Ren, right?).

"Such power," Elrond thought aloud, not even bothering to hide his astonishment.

Aragorn, who was also in awe of the boy's mystical power, couldn't help the feeling of concern that welled up in his chest. Not only concern for his fellow Man, but concern for the foreigner as well.

While fear continued to envelope the poor Man of Gondor, a certain white-haired teen slowly approached his enraged friend, completely unfazed by the rampant winds. Seething in anger, Gon just barely registered the gentle hand which was placed on his shoulder.

"Gon, that's enough..." Killua said softly, before directing his attention to Boromir. "Right, Jerk?"

"I-I, w-what was..." Boromir stuttered out. "Yes..."

As the Man's mind was still reeling from before, he hadn't even realised that he'd just been insulted.

After a moment, Gon's mood did a complete 180 as he finally came to his senses.

"Oh... K-Killua, thank you," Gon said hurriedly, fumbling around as he turned to Boromir and bowed lowly. "Sorry about that, Boromir-san! I was really about to kill you."

The blunt statement made many in the crowd wince, while the rest sweat dropped at the boy's sheepish expression.

"No," Boromir started. "It I who should apologise... I let my arrogance get the better of me. I shouldn't have doubted you or Gandalf's word. You truly are worthy adversary," the Gondorian finished while giving a bow of his own.

Killua scoffed as Gon smiled widely and gave Boromir the peace sign.

With the match over, slowly but surely, all the observing Elves returned to their own training - muttering hurriedly in Elvish as they did so -, though not without tossing Gon questioning looks, as if he was a puzzle which refused to be solved.

Now, only the Fellowship and Elrond were left standing.

...

Silence.

Nobody said or did anything. They only stared openly at Gon with dazed expressions, mouths slightly agape.

Elrond loudly cleared his throat to get the Fellowship's attention.

"Now that Gon here has no doubt proved his worth, does anyone have any further quarrels with him and Killua joining the Fellowship?" the ancient Elf asked.

As he and Gandalf had been expecting, no one openly voiced their disapproval - if only because they now saw both boys as downright terrifying.

"Very well, let us head to lunch," Elrond declared dramatically, deciding to lead the way to the Great Hall, closely followed by the Fellowship as he did so (A/N: I have absolutely no idea what it's actually supposed to be called. Oops?).

It didn't take long before the Hobbit's began showered Gon with an assortment of questions, all of which he answered with the word, "Training."

This, of course, left Killua both pleasantly surprised and proud at Gon's evasive skills.

One thing led to another and Sam, Frodo and Gon somehow ended up having a thorough, in-depth conversation about herbs, while Pippin and Merry were pouting at being ignored.

Unlike Gon, Killua wasn't quite up for small talk - he hated small talk - and so he chose to walk in the back with the boring people. These people being none other than Legolas and Aragorn, of course.

After a moment of silence, Aragorn decided to take advantage of the situation and speak up.

"I couldn't help but notice," Aragorn stated, trying to act as casual as possible, "that there's something different about the two of you,"

This was the first time the Ranger had actually addressed the strange, white-haired boy, but he needed answers. And, if Legolas' side glances were anything to go off, Aragorn had doubt that the Mirkwood Elf had felt the same way.

"Oh?" Killua questioned, not really caring what the man was trying to say.

It took every single ounce of his willpower to not say something along the lines of, 'I wasn't aware that it was ANY OF YOUR DAMN BUSINESS!'

"Indeed," Legolas butted in. "If you don't mind me asking, what have you two done these past six weeks?"

Killua's expression immediately turned dark, making both Legolas and Aragorn recoil.

"It wasn't what we did," the ex-assassin said quietly as he stared at Gon's back. "...it was what our enemies did."

Giving neither Aragorn nor Legolas any time to respond, Killua disappeared instantly, only appearing as a blur for a split second, before seemingly popping into existence next to Gandalf.

A beat of silence.

The Man and Elf exchanged bemused looks, and at that very moment, they shared the same thought.

'Who are these children?'