Hunter X Hunter: Gon-e to the Other Side- Part 1/5

Greed Island is known to many hobbyists and collectors around the world as the rarest video game in existence. Finding an existing copy is next to impossible for the average person. For those with the means to locate them, having the funds to actually procure a copy is another hurdle an even fewer amount of people can surmount. Finally even if you own a copy of the game, playing it will be impossible for all, but fewer than 1% of the global population. The game can only be properly activated by using the human internal energy known as Nen. When one successfully does this they will be transported ‘into’ the world of the game.

The game itself is a hybrid of RPG and Trading Card genres. Greed Island contains multiple towns and cities as well as various monster-filled areas in between. The goal of the game is to obtain a complete set of the game’s cards. Doing this grants the victor the reward of bringing any three cards from the game into the real world. The reason you want to do so is that each of the game’s cards possesses a unique ability. Some of them are meant to aid with the collection of cards and have little value outside of the game. The others however, have abilities that range from randomly receiving advice to gaining the attributes of a pro athlete. Everyone playing has a different objective. Most are there to get rich, but many others search for one of the many specialized cards that could fulfill their dreams on the spot.

One such player was Fenek. He had entered Greed Island for a very different reason than all the other players. Playing the game solo had proven a challenge to him as his combat abilities were limited. He had stuck it out though as ultimately, his plan needed him to have no lasting connections to other players. Unlike the others, he did not focus on collecting a complete set of cards. Instead there was a very specific set that he had been accumulating carefully that, hopefully, would bring him victory through other means. Fenek’s Nen ability was known as ‘Lock’. By using his ability he could lock the status of anything or anyone. He could use it to keep important objects from deteriorating or keep his body healthy for as long as his Nen would last without having to eat or drink. It was an impressive defensive ability that came in handy more often than one would think.

It was early one morning and Fenek teleported to an area around the middle of Greed Island. He pulled out 2 cards. The first one was number 33 and the second one was number 73. Using these two cards and his ability he had found a way to ‘break the game’ in a sense. Activating both cards summoned two different items. One was a box of very oddly shaped cookies named ‘Hormone Cookies’ which, when eaten they changed someone into the opposite sex for a full 24 hours. The other was a small dark stone named ‘Night Jade’. Night Jade had the ability to sense when its holder was in danger or targeted by magic and would reflect it to someone else. Fenek had tested it in battle and had found that it was not all-powerful. While it would deflect some attacks it had a recharge time of a couple minutes.

Fenek touched his chest and activated Lock. Then he picked up and ate one of the cookies. This is where the ‘glitch’ would occur. The cookie would try to change his gender but due to his Lock ability it was unable. This would cause the Hormone Cookie to try and override Fenek’s Lock. The jewel would then register this as an attack and deflect its effect to a different player on Greed Island. He sat down and waited for the timer to reset on the Night Jade. Today was going to be very strange for everyone playing Greed Island.

Two young boys, Gon and Killua, were standing apart from each other on a large stone plateau. They stood only a few feet apart and maintained an intense eye contact. To any ordinary bystander it would appear the two were fighting in a bizarre sort of slow-motion combat. In actuality the two were training on focusing their energy into specific parts of their bodies in order to enhance that particular area. They had been at it for a few days under the instruction of their master Biscuit. At present she was off relaxing while the boys continued to train.

Gon was a simple sort of boy, ignoring his overwhelming physical abilities. He was on a quest to find his father which had brought him and Killua to Greed Island in the first place. Their original attempts at the game had led to rather embarrassing results which ultimately left both of them empty-handed. Luckily for them, Biscuit had found them and agreed to train them.

The two sat down for a break.

“Damn, I think you got a little better than me since yesterday.” The silver haired boy annoyedly said out loud.

“Really? I don't feel any different…” Gon had no insight into his slight jump.

“Aw man. I was hoping to get you to tell me your secret. I should have expected you’d have no clue.”

“Sorry Killua.”

The two sat and stared at the sky for a little while. Once boredom set in, however, Gon sat up and looked at his friend. “Do you want to have some regular sparring?”

The other boy was happy to accept and the two got up and faced off. They zipped around the plateau faster than an average person could process. They would clash and exchange blows before backing off and circling each other again. Killua was the quicker of the two and also more proficient in hand to hand combat. Gon on the other hand relied more on instinct and his impressive stamina to shake off Killua’s sheer amount of attacks. Killua could land blows all day, but actually getting Gon to his knees proved difficult. The matches generally ended in a draw but today would be a little different.

Killua saw a small opening and dashed forward again. “Take this!” he shouted while shoving his fingers into Gon’s chest. He expected to be met with Gon’s rigid body, preparing to pull out before he actually pierced his friend’s vitals, but the soft, malleable surface he came into contact with instead caused him to stop mid attack.

“Hnnn...” A soft moan escaped Gon’s lips catching Killua entirely off guard, Gon taking this opportunity to step back from Killua’s attack. Killua just stood frozen, still mid-move trying to figure out what the hell was going on. His best friend, standing across from him, had breasts. Not only that but they were pretty big given his small frame and Killua blushed from a mixture of awkward emotions. Gon looked at his friend puzzled unaware of the changes occurring to him. His upward, spiky green-black hair began to droop down, like it had been doused in water, gaining some volume as his new hair draped itself over Gon's chest which still held Killua's focus.A hairband materialized pulling the hair back and letting it fall down her back.

Even though Gon's face was hardly that mature, his features softened further, leaving no question as to his new gender if the breasts weren't already a dead giveaway. Speaking of gender, he hardly seemed to notice the changes below, though his boxers did seem roomier than normal. Then the growth spurt hit and Gon was suddenly a head taller than his opponent. His legs received much more definition and their new length only helped exaggerate all the other changes she had gone through in the past few seconds. Killua’s young mind could barely deal with this. Gon however only cared about was winning the spar with Killua. Gon's jacket burst open to reveal his tank top and a clearer view of his breasts and cleavage straining against the softer fabric as if trying to escape. Luckily a bra materialized before they could break through, though Killua was near beet red from seeing their outlined form and desperately wanted to get the image of his friend's nipples out of his mind.

Looking for anything to distract him, he noticed Gon's shorts were now much tighter hugging her hips, and there was definitely no question in his mind that Gon was a she now given the lack of anything showing out the front, but he also noticed she had also gained a sizable ass that the shorts were- Nope! Killua just looked at the ground in a state of denial and shock, wondering if this was all some weird dream. Gon meanwhile was looking around, making sure Killua wasn't pulling some kind of trick. She shifted her stance slightly as some thigh-highs crawled up her legs a short heel forming to complete her new look, Killua focusing ever more intently on the ground to avoid ogling his changed friend.

Gon remained oblivious to this change and just looked confusedly at her friend still frozen in shock. She decided that he must have run out of steam, but not wanting to give up the opportunity she ran over to Killua and pulled back her fist. Slamming it into Killua’s stunned expression, she sent him rolling across the ground,  while declaring “I win!”

He lay sprawled across the ground, an imprint of Gon’s fist burning across his face. The change into a woman had seemingly done nothing to dilute his power. Killua rose to his feet and walked over to the cheerful girl. Without lifting his gaze from the ground he grabbed Gon and then pointed to her chest. She looked down into her cleavage and… Silence followed for several seconds.

“Huh.” Gon said.

“...WHAT DO YOU MEAN, HUH! Are you serious Gon? You have Breasts! Why do you have breasts?! What the Hell?!” Killua exploded after the seeming lack of surprise the girl had.

“Yeah you’re right, I turned into a girl. Thats weird.” Gon continued to react much less dramatically than the other who was on the verge of hysterics.

“I can’t believe this. Alright let's just wait for Biscuit to come back. Maybe she has some sort of fix for this.” As he said all this Killua refused to meet Gon’s gaze. Despite being a trained killer Killua had very little experience with women and having his best friend turn into one and then making contact with… It was enough to rattle the young boy. Time seemed to stretch out for days in Killua’s mind as he tried to avert both his attention and his thoughts from his friend. Finally he heard a voice a little ways down the road.

“Guys! Guys! Something’s going on in town!”

“Never mind that granny! Gon turned into… Who are you?” Instead of the runt of a woman Killua had expected to see, there was a young effeminate man. He stood about as tall as Killua and wore an odd red, white and pink suit with a small shoal resting on his shoulders. He had a very round face and well combed, blonde hair that had a single ponytail running down his back.

“It's me, Biscuit. I turned into a…” Killua cut him off, not wanting to consider the implications. “No, no, no! Biscuit is an annoying little girl who runs around in a silly pink dress and picks on us. I don’t know who you’re trying to fool but we’ve got bigger problems than your prank kid; so scram.” Killua was about to turn away from the boy more in denial than anything else. Instead he found himself flying across the plateau once more; this time a fist imprinted on his gut. “That was definitely one of Biscuit’s punches.” he thought as his vision became blurry.

It was shaping up to be a long day.