[10.2]

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Gloves breathed in the cool air, and thought back to the chairman's question.

She told him she wanted to find her mother.

But, wouldn't she be a bother?

After all, her mother left her for another.

And, she probably has another child...

Gloves sighed.

An orphan then.

That's what she was.

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"Is something the matter?"

It was him again.

The kind boy with the blue eyes.

Killua.

Gloves shook her head.

"Nothing is wrong."

Killua frowned.

"But you don't seem happy. All the times I've seen you, you've never smiled."

Glove's eyes met his - the pain and suffering that she went through.

They were reflected in his.

Gloves stared back down at her hands - rubber clad.

She must seem so odd to him.

So foreign.

So fascinating...

Her lips turned up slightly.

This thought of amusement ran through her mind,

but she quickly killed it.

If he was interested...

He would try to get closer.

And if he broke through her walls;

She'd either break his heart.

Or kill him trying not to.

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