Klavier's POV (play music)

Rage and jealousy burned in my stomach as my lovely sister Rosalina cuddled against that tree-haired menace. Honestly, the first thing I did when I heard about her kidnapping, I punched a hole in a wall. All I wanted to do was kill the man who stole my little sister away from me.

But, that man... He is stronger than me. My fingers glided over the hand mark from that man strangling me... All because I called Rosalina my girlfriend.

On the outside, I look like I may not care what he does to me. Like I am a smooth, jazzy robot who obeys orders from his pedophile, rapist grandfather, who can take anything he is given and make it dissolve into nothing... But behind my dark, amber sunglasses, I am just like any other person with feelings. My heart can break, my eyes can show sadness and regret. My blood is still red.

I want to stay strong for my sister... My beloved little sister.

I just don't believe that that man is powerful enough to protect her.

Gon Freecss.

I will not believe you. I will not trust you. I will not like you. I will not look at you with fondness in my eye, I will not share a laugh with you, no. I will oppose you, I will contradict you, I will hate you, I will stare at you with all the hatred I keep inside my heart. No matter what the honesty in your eye says.

Sweet Rosalina... What ever do you see in him? This man who kidnapped you, this man who took you away from home, this man who took you away from me. This man who took you so that I may be alone. So that I may be the only sibling left. So that I may face the agony in our castle alone.

So that he may soothe his selfish needs.

I am Rosalina's brother, yet I don't share her surname. Caledonia... The name I spit on. My name is Klavier Gavin because I chose to keep Grandmother's name. Esmerelda Gavin, my dear grandmother who died in that fateful car crash over a decade ago.

Rosalina, how can you ever find happiness with this man?

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Gon's POV

I'd always loved how Rose was so picky with her appearance. Each hat, each shoe, each pair of pantyhose, she would pick every part of her outfit and ask me about five times if I liked it. And her clothes weren't even half of the matter.

Her hair was one more thing she had to be picky with. Which kind of shampoo, which kind of brush and of course, which kind of hat would adorn her head. She was especially picky about which lotion to use, because she always freaked out at the thought of breaking out.

I don't know why she does this, even though she's already so beautiful without all these cosmetics.

Then again, Rose was a princess. She grew up and was given the best of the best.

Every time I do remember that, the same prickle of worry pierces my stomach. Can I really give her what she needs? What if she doesn't just require love and understanding, but all these lotions and makeup and clothes and jewelry?

I mean, I can tell that she's certainly not Kurapika's boss, Neon Nostrade. I can tell and prove that she's not a die-hard shopping girl, but I'm always so scared that I can't really provide what she needs.

I certainly have enough money in my account for that. But isn't it common for a man to wonder if he can give his woman what she needs, what she really needs?

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Rose's POV

Why are men so scared to present their feelings to women? Even when he has spent so much time with her, held her hand, hugged her, kissed her? Why must they think that we are snapping turtles, ready to bite their hands off?

For instance, Gon always turns red whenever I kiss his cheek, as if I am a heat-seeking missile. Why does he blush when I hold his hand, why does he leave whenever I am undressed?

He always says that he loves me more than anything, so why does he try to avoid me sometimes? It's not as if blood is coming down from his eyes whenever he sees me!

Of course, I would never ask him this. As a lawyer, I would never really ask others for answers during investigations. I would experiment and find out the answer myself. Unless I'm asking for the autopsy report.

About Gon strangling Klavier... True, I was very upset, but more than that, I was confused at my brother. I'm sure Gon was confused as well, what with my own brother calling me his girlfriend, when I am anything but!

Again, I refuse to confront anyone about this.

I like to keep things to myself. I am an introvert. I must keep to myself so I can focus properly. I wasn't like that before.

See, when I was young, I was quite the extrovert. I could not bear the thought of being alone, even for a second; I had to be next to or near someone or else I would panic and scream and shout and kick my legs and act like a giant infant.

I wonder if Klavier is okay with me being with Gon and seeing me kiss him and things like that. I wonder how Gon felt in his heart when Klavier told us that I was his girlfriend. The confusion, the anger, the tad bit of betrayal he held deep in his usually kind heart. 

When I think about it that way, I couldn't have stayed mad at him. My darling Gon Freecss... But I could not forgive him for strangling my brother, and in truth... I don't know if I can still forgive him now. 

La vie est drole. Life is amusing. When a person is alone, they are so overcome by boredom that they can only think about the little things while loneliness creeps into their brains. They fight the loneliness by thinking about little things and turning them into big things. 

Yet those little things always become their demise.