"Class, this is Killua Zoldyk. He's transferring to our class today. Killua, please sit at that unoccupied desk over there, please." The boy didn't acknowledge the teacher's words, silently crossing the classroom. Before he sat, another boy called out, "Eh? Is that your natural hair color?"

Killua glanced over at the speaker - a dark haired boy who appeared to have been held back a grade or two. "Leorio!" the teacher snapped. "Don't be rude!" Killua sat, sighing. So this school has those types too, huh?... Well, I guess they all do. He could practically see the loud-mouthed kid's veins bulging in anger.

He scouted out his position in the room. At the very back, edge of the row, window-side. Perfect, he thought. He hung his bag over his chair and proceeded to ignore the stares, gazing out the window.

At least they have to crane their necks to stare at me, he thought. Killua knew his white hair and blue eyes were uncommon. He knew that, but it didn't make life anymore fun. In fact, his unusual coloring often led to trouble he'd rather avoid. "Hello! So you're new, too?" He looked up.

A boy with ruffled black hair was waving from the seat beside him, smiling. "Ah... Yeah..." Killua replied, unprepared. "When did you arrive?" The boy appeared to think about it. "Oh, just yesterday. My name is Gon, it's nice to meet you! What's your name?" The white-haired boy wanted to smack him.

The teacher just introduced - no, forget it. "Killua. I'm Killua," he said. "And anyway," he said, turning, "class will start soon, so we should stop talking." The sudden silence caught him off guard, and he turned in astonishment.

Gon had an expression he couldn't identify. Sheepishness? "I'm sorry," he said, laughing softly, "what did you say?" Killua sighed, enunciating his words, "I said, class will start soon, so let's talk later." The boy nodded. "Meet you at lunch?" he offered cheerfully.

...Oh well, he's not unpleasant to be with. "Okay," Killua agreed. Gon smiled overzealously, causing Killua to realize he had just agreed to hang out with, what seemed after careful observation, was someone with too much energy.

Then the classes began and Killua immediately began to hate the school. It wasn't really that bad - the classes were fairly easy and his classmates largely ignored him after initial introductions - but the campus itself! Whose clever idea was it to have the eight grade classrooms from one end of the place to the other?

It's not like I'm out of shape, Killua thought, but it's irritating! Too easy to become lost and late! He sighed. Then spotted Gon entering his next class. "Gon!" he called out, but the boy didn't acknowledge him.

At least look up, he thought irately. Walking into the classroom he found an empty seat next to Gon's again. After he sat down he tapped the boy's shoulder. "Eh-" the boy began, turning quickly. "Oh, it's only you," he greeted Killua with evident relief. "Heartwarming," Killua complained, rankled.

Gon apologized profusely, but then the class started. With reluctance Killua concentrated on the subject - which turned out to be a waste of time. It was History, which basically taught Killua that his ancestors made lots of mistakes, and that 'you kids have to do better! Pick up our slack!'

"Boring," Killua muttered, walking out as soon as the bell rang. "Wait!" Killua turned to see Gon jogging to catch up. "What?" The boy grinned. "It's lunch! Wanna come with me? I eat in a classroom, it's usually empty."

Killua smiled. Lunch? Already? Finally! I thought the torture would never cease! He followed the boy through the school, dodging excited kids that were practically drunk on the freedom lunch provided.

"I eat here," Gon announced, gesturing to an open classroom. "It's Mrs. Krueger's, but she's okay with me eating here." Killua shrugged. "Sounds good." He followed the boy inside. Gon walked over to one of the desks and pulled out his lunch. It smelled appetizing. Killua pulled out his sandwich and ate it.

It was quiet. Does Gon find the silence uncomfortable? Killua wondered idly. He knew most people enjoyed talking. And this cheerful boy seemed like a top candidate chatterbox. But to his surprise, throughout the meal the boy didn't say a word. Killua found the boy's stare unnerving though.

"Is there food on my face?" he asked finally. Gon looked startled. "Wha..? Oh, no, I just..." The boy blinked, seeming confused. Killua didn't like this. He was the one who was being stared at, after all.

But he seems like a good guy, he thought, his irritation dissipating as he watched Gon fumble for words. "I'm sorry," his classmate finally managed. "I usually eat alone, and I've only just met you, so I thought I'd make sure I could match up face with name next time we meet! I'm bad with that sort of thing..."

Killua wanted to groan. He could tell Gon was lying - heck, anyone could, the way the boy was stammering. But he also wondered why. For now, though... "Nah, it's fine," he replied casually, smirking. "Okay," Gon agreed.

All too soon lunch was over and classes began again. As he went through school, though, Killua kept mulling over Gon's strange actions. However, at the end of the day, he realized he'd forgotten his notebook in Technology.

He entered the classroom to see Kurapika at his desk. Grading papers, Killua assumed. He went over to his desk and looked for his notebook. "Aha," he said softly, locating it. When he pulled it out, he felt another notebook inside. Did someone else forget his? Killua pulled that one out as well.

It was Gon's. I'd give it to him, Killua thought briefly, but I don't know where he lives. He thought about keeping it and giving it to Gon the next day, but then he realized Gon probably needed it for homework. He glanced at the teacher. No guarantees any other adult is still here this late. "Mr. Kurapika?"

The blonde glanced over at the boy. "Yes," he said briskly, consulting his roster, "Killua?" The boy sighed. As reliable as this teacher seemed, Killua wasn't comfortable asking about his classmate's address. "Uh, Gon forgot his notebook. Would you mind giving it to him tomorrow..."

"Oh, are you his friend?" Kurapika asked. Without waiting for an answer he continued, "Here, this is where Gon lives." He scribbled something on a card and handed it to him. "Please send it over to him."

Killua stared in disbelief at the blonde who, in a matter of seconds, just decided things without his permission. Oh well, he thought reluctantly, I got what I wanted. "Wait a second," Kurapika said before the boy could walk away, "you're new, right?" The boy blinked. "Uh... Yes," Killua replied cautiously. "Don't forget Gon's deaf," the teacher said off-handedly, returning to his work.

...Huh?

Hello! Is this my first Hunter x Hunter fanfic? Yes! Yes it is! And I'm pretty happy with how this first chapter is working out so far. It's a decent size too, I think. It'll be hard for me to top this one. Hope you enjoyed!