"Life is a conundrum of esoterica." A quote that describes this exact moment of my life right this very instant. Random occurrences happen once in a while to the average man/women's daily activities. However, this transcends even my own understanding completely. Though, I highly doubt anyone would be able to comprehend the predicament I found myself in.

I've been reincarnated.

Like the cliché Manhwas I read religiously within the comforts my dim litted room provided. This situation literally gave me a brain aneurysm for real (figuratively of course).

Who knew getting pricked by a hypodermic needle can infect a person with HIV? Although, I should've expected that when I got pushed onto the road by a crackhead towards a pile of stinky trash bags while I was minding my own business listening to hardcore emo shit. Then conveniently, said needle, was poking out of the sack waiting for unsuspecting pedestrians to fall into the belly of the beast.

Whatever did I do in my previous life to deserve such unfairness? Or did just some deity up above just love to see me suffer? Yeah, latter probably.

Anyways, I obviously never even noticed a germ infested needle smooching my skin leading me to my total and utter demise. The whole process took days to act up; my immune system hanging by the thread. Alas, I have already succumbed to the Shinigami. And here I thought I could wag the bird in front of its face one more time. Bulletproof my ass.

To think a car crash didn't do me in during childhood, but a bloody teensy-weeny needle did. Humiliating.

Well, there are the positive and negatives to the outcome. I can no longer be weighed down by societal expectancy of the young. What a cumbersome duty. Not to mention taxes, ugh I hate taxes. I'd commit tax evasion if it wasn't illegal.

Just as I was full of content and unbridled relief. God slapped me out of my reverie and said, "As if I'll ever let you rest, hohoho!" I could almost picture him laughing hauntingly sitting down his musty ass atop a lavish gold ridden throne.

Not like I'll ever enter the Gates of Heaven. I'm gonna be sweating like a sinner in church the minute I meet God. I have no doubt I'll Montero it.

And this brings us to here. I've been reincarnated as a helpless baby. Greeaaat.

At least I can abuse the privilege a newborn baby they get subsequently after birth. Damn, they get to poop, sleep, eat, laze around all day and get to order people using their cute features to coax individuals under their bidding. Little demons, I tell ya.

I shall take full advantage of this opportunity. After all, who's stupid enough not to? Kind people that's what. I never really trust them. Kill them with Kindness by Selena Gomez literally gave me trust issues. A venomous snake patiently waiting to spring to action speaking kind words to melt away suspicions.

Since I gained consciousness, I found out quite a few alarming things.

Firstly, I, former girl, possessed a body that bore a dick. I am now a man. Yippee! Back in my previous world, I never really felt comfortable in my own skin. I don't feel like a girl and I didn't want to be a girl, so I used pronouns that are reserved for the male gender to ease the insecurities. It made me feel better, but not by a large margine. I haven't got the courage to ever resort to surgery transforming myself into a boy, because I ain't got the money and the guts to execute my plan. Now though, I am jumping in joy! Mentally since my bones are still rickety and would undoubtedly break.

Secondly: I popped out as a pair. One of two peas in a pod; A twin. I wondered if we're gonna have that strong connection where normal siblings separated by a few years wouldn't have. You know, like a sixth sense. Telepathy? That would be awesome!

We could do so much together growing up! Create chaos in our wake, trick their asses which is which! Oooohhh, the Which One is Hikaru game! But our version, hehe.

And then thirdly: my dad is Ging. The deadbeat asshole who abandoned his own children to pursue his undying love for his career. Who took to the horizon fully expecting the danger and adventure that awaits off the coast of Whale Island. A hunter through-and-through. (Might as well marry the damn job).

I understood why he left. He was meant for something far greater beyond the island. Anything that got his goosebumps on end drew him in. Wonder brimmed eyes that sought out whatever he wasn't born with. What he wanted, he would do his damn hardest best to reach. Anything that stood as an obstacle he'd push away.

Ging, I just wished you were present in your son's life, no matter how small it was. That way Gon knew you cared.

I'm your child as well now. Fate decided to throw me in this mess and I'm not about to let you get away with being an absent-cowardly father. Justice shall be served!

Gon deserves the world! And as the older brother by 9 minutes, I will protect that guileless - sort of have a splash of predatory glint - smile which brightens a room plagued with darkness. The light to Killua's world.

Lastly: this was only a theory, but I think Ging really was the one who brought us to this world.

A rumor floated around the HXH fandom regarding the mother of Gon and fans theorized Ging was both the Mother and Father simultaneously. The idea was shut down at first, however, all evidence was laid in broad daylight.

A card in Greed Island has the ability to allow any gender to give birth. And of course, we all joined heads and thought that maybe Ging was the unlucky loser to test the card for its credibility in order to export within the game so it can be used accordingly by the players. It's not that hard to believe his colleagues uniting forces and cornered the Deadbeat.

BOOM! Gon and me were spawned!

I found out when Ging was babbling to us about his new game whilst changing our nappies. He sure is passionate about Greed Island. He kept rambling on and on until we got to the point where he grudgingly emitted the words, "Those dogs forced me to use 'Birth Stone' and got me stuck looking like a whale! I swear I-"

Yada-yada-yada, blah blah blah. Many, many colorful words later and blood thirsty endeavors produced. I blanked out halfway and ignored the attempted attention grabbings from my cute brother, and zeroed in on that specific sentence.

OH MY JASHIN! Ging is actually mY MOTHER?! AND FATHER?! HUH wha- wait- huh?! He didn't shake the sheets; the devil's tango; putting the wand in the chamber of secrets. None of that shit! Dear old dad just committed Hail Mary-

Due to the influx of bomb shells, I passed out.

My dad freaked and Gon cried.

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Honestly, I expected Ging to have zero knowledge on how to raise a child. Surprisingly, he seemed to fare well. Divided his attention equally between me and Gon, knew exactly how to calm us down, showered us with love and kisses. He wasn't as awkward as I initially thought. It's probably parental instincts acting up.

What I got from this was: Ging was very much capable of raising us himself.

Then why did he leave Gon to the hands of his cousin, Mito, and Grandmother, Abe? It just didn't make sense. He loved us greatly, I could see it in his eyes. Soft and gentle when lifting us out from our crib; a terribly doting father.

He would've set aside some time and visited Gon, right? Sure, he would get this faraway look whenever he takes us on a stroll on the beach, nonetheless, he'd always snap to reality and tell us stories of his adventures.

Ah... I think I've got my answer.

It was already a tell-tale sign that he wants to feel that familiar thrill in his bones again. We were holding him back, and it seems to anchor him. We were the reason...

Shit, now I feel bad for keeping this man in a bird cage.

But that still didn't make sense to me. If we were enough to anchor him, then what did make him potentially abandon us?

The answer came in the form of a murderous burly man that broke in our humble abode during the night.

Talked about some bullshit then proceeded to pathetically try and unalive our old man. Uno reverse card, dude. Ging killed him with a swift chop to the neck. Kind of anticlimactic.

Gon was clapping and squealing since we got woken up by the ruckus. Of course, I showed some support as well.

Gon seriously has a few screws loose and a huge hypocrite. Says he doesn't like people that kill, but has an assassin for a friend. A boy who perceives those in his inner circles a trustworthy fellow that'll never back stab the fuck outta you someday, and treating the ones who were unfortunate enough to draw the short end of the stick rather cruelly.

And that is how I got my answer.

Ging has many enemies going for his head, he can't keep us safe. The job of a hunter is dangerous as well, that's a no-brainer. Somehow, that seemed to fly off my brain when watching the show. It was seriously just common sense.

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Oh yeah, have I ever introduced my character? Probably not. My former name was Lee Hae-Won meaning Graceful Garden. Quite fancy in my opinion. My parents did a good job.

In this life, my name is Gio: God is Gracious. I supposed it's a cool name, though, it's like an abbreviation of Giovanni.

Me and Gon are identical twins, in the face department that is. Our hairstyle is another story. Gon's leaning more to a wild bird's nest; countless cow-licks at the crown of his head. I believe he spikes them up in the anime with hair gel, since some flops in front of his face giving bangs. Me, on the other hand has straight hair which splits in the middle acting as a curtain at the side.

In the show, Gon had green tips but in actuality, our hair color is ebony that oddly gains a green sheen whenever the sun hits our strands.

Moving on to our personas, Gon is, predictably, a happy-go-lucky child that enjoys the fresh salty breeze of the ocean outside our bedroom window. Curious, mischievous, and a jubilant baby. A terror to our father and a handful once he began to learn how to walk.

Sleep time was a chore to Ging because Gon has too much energy to tire himself out, resulting in dad pleading to a cheeky little runner in the middle of the night.

To me, Ging was a worry-wort to his oldest son. I was quiet and rarely escaped that characteristic, which went against all the baby things he has heard of. I'm not one to demand anything like toys, unlike my twin. So he has a bit of trouble understanding what my deal is. But that's not why he's such a worry-wort. In fact, my behavior helps in easing the pain of parenthood. Nope. It's that I find myself in a lot of unnecessary danger most of the time. I like to climb on top of kitchen counters and mess with a lot of utensils that aren't baby proofed (hint: knives). Sit on top of windowsills when he isn't looking. Climbing our crib. I do these mostly to stress him out so he wouldn't forget that he has two gremlins to take care of.

Since I do these rarely, and randomly. He has to predict what I'll do the next time I have a stroke of genius so he'll be prepared to prevent another knife almost stabbing through my flesh.

I sure gave him a heart attack. Kekekeke~

My adorable little twiny seems to be on board everytime, so I have a wonderful alibi that distracts our daddy-dearest as I set my crimes in motion behind the scenes!

Ging just sighs and grins widely at us with a tried look, a content lilt to the edges of his eyes while reprimanding us both.

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After 2 years, Ging had this determined rueful expression as he packed our bags. I was confused at first, then a lightbulb went a light inside my brain.

He's preparing for a trip to Whale Island for real this time. I once mistook that he was gonna drop us off to Whale Island some time ago, it was soon wiped away when he was just showing off Greed Island to his beloved sons.

He was really about to abandon us. It's no longer safe, there was too many assassination attempts. Ging has no choice but to let us go.

I DON'T WANT THAT!

Our father embraced me and Gon to his chest as we depart. We boarded ships and the feeling was awful! My body wasn't used to the rocking and the big thunder strikes, Gon was crying obnoxiously as he too felt like puking his guts out.

Ging tried his best to pacify our destress, it did nothing but exacerbate the situation. Gon was more empathic and prone to sense strong emotions better than me, so he must have felt dad's sadness and intentions. He was clutching tightly to his shirt and sobbing endlessly. Silently asking desperately why he was doing this.

Dad just cooed at us saying, "It's okay, I'm here."

For how long?

Once we've reached our destination, the violent waves threatening to engulf the small port town as Ging walked to an isolated House atop a hill. There we saw a young teenager waiting expectantly towards our direction. Worried and concerned and a little bit angry, clutching her long skirt tightly. Next to her was an old women, having the same expression donning her wrinkly aged face.

Mito and Granny Abe...

Dad held on tightly to Gon and I as if sending all his love to us one more time through physical contact. Me and Gon understood and reciprocated the act.

It didn't last long as we neared the two figures. He whispered apologies into our hair before handing us to the extended hands of our Aunt and Great-Grandmother.

"Take care of them. Keep Gio and Gon safe, Mito, old hag."

Then he disappeared amongst the storm, ignoring our anguished cries not even turning back to give us one last smile to bid us farewell until our next meeting.