Ging Freecs

The event takes place at an excavation site Ging himself discovered years ago and never had time to fully explore. A prehistoric ruin, lost in a jungle no one visits, crowned with a stone dome that filters light exactly as it does on February 14th. Ging arrived the day before, not knowing who was waiting for him. He found recent campsite traces. An antique music box placed on an altar. And a letter, written in handwriting he knows too well.

He didn't come to celebrate love. He came because someone set a trap for him, and even the greatest hunters fall into the ones they secretly hope for.

Dialogue 1 — Ging and Satotz (the tired mentor) Satotz: (emerging from the ruin's shadows, impassive) "I knew you'd come."

Ging: (doesn't turn around) "Satotz. You're the trap?"

Satotz: "I'm just the messenger."

Ging: "Since when do you do playing cards and music boxes?"

Satotz: "Since someone begged me to."

(Ging finally turns. Satotz looks at him with that neutral expression that says everything.)

Satotz: "You still look just like him."

Ging: "... Like who?"

Satotz: "Don't play dumb. Your son."

(Ging doesn't answer. He looks at his hands.)

Satotz: "He searched for you for years. He almost died for you. And you're here, digging through ruins, pretending it doesn't affect you."

Ging: "I'm not pretending."

Satotz: "No. You're doing worse. You bury yourself in your work so you don't have to think about it."

(Silence.)

Ging: "... Why did you come, Satotz?"

Satotz: "Because someone needs to remind you that the world isn't just what you haven't found yet."

(He places a small dried flower on the slab.)

"This was in the book Gon used to read as a child. He put it between two pages. Mito gave it to me."

(Satotz leaves. Ging stays alone with the flower.)

Ging: (very low) "... Damn."

୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀

Dialogue 2 — Ging and Kite (the student who became master) Kite: (leaning against a pillar, arms crossed) "I was wondering when you'd finally get here."

Ging: "Kite. You too?"

Kite: "Me too, what?"

Ging: "You're part of the conspiracy."

Kite: "There's no conspiracy. Just a guy who needs to learn to say things."

Ging: "I'm not good at that."

Kite: "I know."

(Kite steps forward, sits next to Ging.)

Kite: "Do you remember what you told me, when you took me on as your student?"

Ging: "... That you needed to learn to think for yourself."

Kite: "Before that."

(Ging thinks.)

Ging: "... That you had potential."

Kite: "No. You said: 'I won't be there for you all the time. So learn fast.'"

(Silence.)

Kite: "That wasn't mentor advice. That was a warning from a substitute father."

Ging: "... I'm sorry."

Kite: "I know."

(Kite stands.)

Kite: "But I'm not the one you need to say that to."

(He leaves. Ging clutches the dried flower in his hand.)

୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀

Dialogue 3 — Ging and Pariston (the enemy accomplice) Pariston: (appears with his insufferable smile) "Ging~. What a surprise to find you here."

Ging: (sighs) "You. Of course."

Pariston: "Oh, disappointed? Were you hoping for someone else?"

Ging: "I wasn't hoping for anyone."

Pariston: "That's false. You're always hoping. That's why you're so easy to manipulate."

(Ging doesn't answer. Pariston approaches, examines the music box.)

Pariston: "Lovely melody. You composed it yourself, didn't you?"

Ging: "... For Greed Island."

Pariston: "For Greed Island, yes. But also for someone else."

(He places a finger on the case.)

Pariston: "You know, I spent years trying to understand what made you so... interesting. Your power? Your creativity? Your charisma? No. It's this."

Ging: "What, 'this'?"

Pariston: "This pathetic inability to let go of what you love."

(Ging stands abruptly.)

Ging: "You came all this way just to insult me?"

Pariston: (smiles) "I came all this way to watch you suffer. It's different."

(A pause.)

"But also to tell you that even I find this sad."

(He pulls a small envelope from his pocket.)

"Here. Valentine's gift."

Ging: "What is it?"

Pariston: "A clue. About what you're really looking for."

(He places the envelope on the slab and walks away, whistling.)

Ging: "... I hate you."

Pariston: (without turning) "I know~."

୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀

Dialogue 4 — Ging and Mito (the unpaid debt) (She's there. Sitting on a stone, simply dressed, hands clasped on her knees. Ging stops dead.)

Ging: "... Mito."

Mito: "Ging."

Ging: "What are you..."

Mito: "Someone had to come talk to you. And I figured if I didn't do it now, I never would."

(Ging stands, unable to sit.)

Mito: "You haven't changed. Always that fleeing look."

Ging: "I'm not fleeing."

Mito: "Yes, you are. You fled the island. You fled Gon. You fled everything that could hold you back."

Ging: "..."

Mito: "I didn't come to lecture you. I came to tell you something I should have told you twenty years ago."

(She stands.)

"Thank you."

Ging: "... What?"

Mito: "Thank you for entrusting Gon to me. Thank you for leaving. Thank you for not coming back."

Ging: "... Why are you saying this?"

Mito: "Because if you had stayed, he never would have been mine."

(Her eyes are wet, but her voice doesn't tremble.)

"I raised him as my son. I watched him grow, fall, get back up. I watched him become a good man, despite everything. And that's thanks to you. Because you were smart enough to leave and generous enough to let me have him."

Ging: "... I'm not generous. I just couldn't..."

Mito: "I know."

(She places her hand on his arm.)

"But that doesn't change anything."

(She leaves. Ging stands frozen, his hand on the spot she touched.)

୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀

Dialogue 5 — Ging and the empty pedestal (He's alone. Night has fallen. The music box still plays its melody. Ging opens Pariston's envelope.)

Inside: a photograph. Him, at twenty. He's holding a baby in his arms. Gon. He doesn't remember anyone taking this picture.

On the back, handwriting: "February 14th. World Tree. He wants to talk to you."

Ging: (choked voice) "... That bastard."

(He sits for a long time. Gon's flower is in his hand. The photo rests on his knees.)

"I don't know how to do this stuff. I don't know how to say..."

(He stops. The words won't come.)

"I don't know how to be a father. I don't know how to be present. I don't know how to be..."

(He clutches the flower.)

"... But I'll try."

(He puts the photo in his pocket, near his heart.)

"That's something, right?"

(The music box stops. Ging stands, grabs his jacket.)

"Well. I need to get to the World Tree."

(He smiles. For the first time tonight, it's a real smile.)

"... Hope he's still waiting for me."