Prologue
It was time for the fourth phase of the Hunter Exam.
"Remove the seal from your card."
As told, I removed the seal. '99' was labeled on my white card. Killua Zoldyck was my target? I glanced at him. A cunning smirk was seen from my eyes. He shot a glance back at me, making me jolt and look away.
I exited the boat last and entered the forest. Stealing Zoldyck's tag was my main objective. But how will I steal his tag was the question on my mind; Zoldyck would finish me off easily. His whole family were assassins.
~Timeskip~
I was searching for Killua. Searching for him could be dangerous for one main reason: he could detect anybody's presence. Sure, he was probably hunting his target, but Killua was being hunted himself. He could easily tell I'd be targeting him if I was near and detected.
Eventually I found him in the spooky woods fighting off and threating the troublesome triplets. This made me want to hide behind a tree and 'eavesdrop'. As I watched, Killua obtained his target's tag and… disappeared. Nervousness enveloped inside me and, to my surprise, my body collapsed from… lightheadedness? Something had impaled slightly behind my neck as I soon felt paralyzed and fatigued.
"You are really unaware," an unfamiliar yet manly voice spoke. I could see the man's hand reaching out for my tag. Although, for a split-second, the man collapsed near my paralyzed body. I grew drowsy as I then slowly yet forcefully drift off into sleep, hearing in between another voice yet to be familiar.
"My dearest Ellie."
~Timeskip~
I woke up near a tree in the woods—no, I woke up in…
Killua nuzzled me close to his chest. His slow breathing in my ear made me jolt. Killua looked deeply in my eyes and smirked lustfully yet cunningly, as if he knew I couldn't defeat him. My eyes widened in fear.
Killua grabbed my card and saw his number on it. "I'm your target. I knew it."
I wanted to escape, but I knew I couldn't. He was stronger than me, even his grip on my body. Killua, still having that lustful smirk on his face, bit my neck. I moaned from his bite. He stopped biting me, examining the marks on my neck.
"You're mine."
Author's note: the italics in this prologue are flashbacks.