Prologue
Hey there! Welcome to my story! I sort of stink at introductions, but all you need to know is that I'm the writer of this fanfiction (amirite?). This is a re write of another HxH fanfiction that I wrote, but I will definitely update more regularly.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hunter x Hunter, but merely my own characters.
Drowning, drowning, drowning.
There is something that I desired. It lay at the very bottom, hidden by the darkness that is crushing it. My hand extended toward it, only to grapple at bare nothingness.
I was once told, I recalled, that zero means nothing, and nothing means zero. Nothing cannot be described, for there is nothing to describe. I could help you understand what it feels like, though, to have absolutely nothing greet you as you look for its brother, something.
Crushing.
I was, at the moment, robbed of the essential process of breathing, yet, I am certain that if I was breathing I would have stopped.
Only one thought drives me as my body, mind and soul all leave me.
I needed to get to it.
Memories- they define your very existence.
They tell you who you loath, and who you love.
My first memory was from the forest where my life began, by the vicious stream and towering trees. The first thing I saw was a part of the azure sky; it was so far away. The sun shone unbelievably bright, and yet, I could only observe so from the small patches in the forest ceiling that allowed me to see beyond.
The heavy, humid air wrapped its arms around me, and gradually, beads of sweat slid down the sides of my face. The whole forest had life breathed into it, I observed, but only if you bothered to look close enough.
Tiny insects, of all sorts of different shades and sizes, crawl lazily around me.
Where am I?
The reflection in the nearby muddy pond introduced me to someone I knew not. Confused teal eyes stared back at me, and long strands of golden hair extended down my bare back.
A calm, collected expression lingered atop my face, yet a calamity of emotions erupted within. The vacuum of sounds that surrounded me was beginning to drive me insane.
I was upset, but why?
Anger and unrest was rampant within me, and yet the only thing that I did know was that I knew nothing. I arose from my calm abode, impatiently wanting to discover the root of my annoyance.
The mud was moist, and my footprints became apparent as I ventured even further. Grimacing, I pushed leaves and branches out of my way, surprised that the whole vicinity was occupied with endless greenery, not a sign of human presence other than my own.
With humungous diameters, the round barks of the trees rose and divided into thin, delicate branches all around me. Huffing, I wrapped my arms around the bare body that exposed me to the air around. Vulnerable and confused- that was how I felt.
I knew not who I was, nor where I was. It was tragic; no nameless girl would be sought out. Hope was present that there was someone that knew me, and was looking for me. Yet, how could someone know me when I did not know myself?
My ears perked up as a strange sound rung through the silence in the sky, breaking it. Not caring about the noise I made, I sprinted, determination shining in my eyes. In the corner of my eye, I saw animals flinching away at the sight of me, but I gave no care in the world.
Finally, what faced me was a sheet of vines, each one tangled with another. It blocked my path, and so, without so much as another glance in its direction I grabbed the first sharp stone I could spot and began to attempt to tear it down.
"Get a hold of yourself," I spoke silently, narrowing my eyes. "Whoever you are."
It was the worst feeling, really, not being able to trust yourself. You must have wondered how such an atrocity may be possible, but it may be easy for you to do so, only because you know enough about yourself.
It was almost as if I believed I would find a piece of myself beyond that obstacle.
Instead, what I discovered was a rather peculiar array of objects.
An artistically decorated notebook- paint, exotic feathers on the plain brown cover.
An intricate, exquisitely painted box- it couldn't be opened.
A double-sided cloak- silk from one side, and velvet from the other.
My first move? I hastily covered my body with the cloak, and proceeded to then spend what felt like hours attempting to crack open the box, but to no avail. All that remained now was the notebook, and unconsciously, I held my breath in anticipation to the answers that I intended to reveal.
One.
Two.
Three.
Swiftly, I tore open the book of mystery, only to be greeted by blankness. Panic clear in my eyes, I began to maniacally flip the pages- beginning to end. Quickly, a small note fell from the confine of the pages, and carefully, I lifted it close to my eyes, squinting. On the thin material, words greeted me in a familiar language.
"Arishima Shiori," I read softly, rolling the (presumed) name over my tongue. "That's what I'm called, huh?"
I continued my search.
One page, somewhere around the middle contained a painting, one which had many people in it. Carefully made strokes of many colours laced the page, making the grinning faces of those that I could not recognize. Set in front of the sun, still, the painter opted for their shine to be brighter, and so that was how I saw it that day- four different faces that reached me.
The innocence of the short male, the determination of the androgynous blonde one, the mischievous, knowing smirk of the albino, and the clumsy, close-eyed grin of the tallest of them- I had seen it all before!
Where?
With my teeth gritted together; I pushed myself off the ground and onto my knees, anger flaring up. It made no sense! I couldn't remember anyone or anything, and I was stranded somewhere secluded, cut off from anyone that could have helped me.
Slowly, tears of rage began to slide down my (soon) damp cheeks, and I fell down to the mud around me, marring my fair skin. The world began to sob with me, the occasional whimper thundering around me.
"IS THIS SOME SORT OF JOKE?!"
No answer.
My breathing began to calm down, and my eyes soon turned maniacal with undying waves of resentment.
Near me, a dirty puddle of rainwater caught my attention. Something was different from before.
Crawling pitifully through slippery, wet soil, I reached my destination, and looked down at the tiny, diluted pond of rainwater. Glaring back at me, were pools of outrage.
Blood scarlet, red pools of outrage- my eyes.
As if the weight of the sky had been dropped on my shoulders, I gasped suddenly, memories flooding my panicked mind. Faces, events, people, names, antagonists, protagonists- all of which had been observed from behind a screen a lifetime ago.
Hunter X Hunter.
. . .
Wow.
So, what did you guys think? Obviously, this prologue is basically just an introduction filled with foreshadowing. What are your predictions for this? I haven't worked on all of the details so I might even be considering predictions for actual events. ;)
Next installment will probably arrive in a few days- I'm already half done! *pat herself on back*
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