This is my first AU, so please no flames! I put it off for a while, but I've come back and rewritten and lengthened the chapters, so I hope you enjoy!

Summary: "I will never forget you." That was the promise she'd made. But when her memories are stolen from her, to keep that promise is nearly impossible. Yet she swears to do it anyway. (An AU based on real world where the hunters are Fae.) RATING MIGHT CHANGE TO M FOR VIOLENCE AND STUFF BUT DOUBTFUL just a warning ^^

I do not own the characters from HunterXHunter, but other than that this story and my characters are mine. It's based off a dream I had a LONG time ago. :P

I will always protect you.

And I will never forget you.

That was the promise she and he had made to each other. And how could she ever dare to forget him? But she had seen what the Fae were capable of... She knew it was possible, for her to forget. And within a day or two, her true love, Killua, would be forever erased from her memories. Gone, zip, no more. Gon too. All of her dear friends.

It wasn't a long story, though it'd happened over a long period of time. She'd been friends with Gon and Killua for a pretty long time, they'd transferred in during 8th grade and were now all seniors in highschool. And even part of the way through when she found out the two, as well as their friends, were Fae, their bonds continued to strengthen. At school, she and Gon would hang out during breaks and constantly pulled pranks on the other kids. His Fae abilities were very strong, but she was smart and, even though she was only human, was able to help teach him how to tone it down so it was less flashy but still powerful. In class, for example, Gon sent a small and almost unseen zap of his paper ability to the teacher who thought after a couple little painful pinches she was being attacked by bees. Class had been cancelled for the day, since the teacher was highly allergic to bees and fell unconscious from over use of her epi-pen shots. Another time, he used his insane speed to place a strong super glue on all the lockers without anyone noticing who or how. They were shut permanently for days, causing homework to slow and many people to borrow books.

Killua, though... He was special. Many of the girls in all classes fell for the cute silver haired boy, but he had is eye on one girl alone. His friend. She was always there for him, to support him, and even when he accidentally hurt her with his strength or frizzed her up with his lightning, she only laughed and told him to keep practicing. He'd wait by her classroom doors and walk her to her next classes and helped her with science, which she wasn't good at, in trade off for her helping him with home ec. He loved her, and she loved him. He was always there to help her, whatever she needed she only had to call, and when she was in trouble, he always raced to her aid dropping everything. He was always there when she needed to vent, and she was always there when he was upset at his family, Netero, or that one kid in class that seemed impervious to his chilling glares. And he was there when she needed someone to laugh at Gon and her pranks, without telling on them, while she was there when he needed warmth and touch.

She never imagined she'd lose them.

Everything was fine up until that day during lunch when she was chatting with Gon about their latest prank. It was when Killua walked over to the two from nowhere with a sullen look on his face that it was clear something was up. "Gon, Freya,"

"Yeah? What's wrong, Sweetheart?" Freya replied. He paused, not wanting to say it, but knew he had to. It was orders. He grit his teeth as he continued.

"Netero has called a meeting. He wants everyone to come." He paused again, then looked at Freya in the eyes. "Everyone." Freya's face turned pale and her eyes widened.

"No... He can't mean..."

"I don't know. But he only calls a meeting like this when something important has come up, or people are leaving to new areas..." Freya and Gon both stood, and the red-head took his hand tightly, firmly, showing it'd be fine. If Killua and Gon had to relocate then, well, there was always fae-mail. The three headed down the school hallway and down some stairs in silence, leading down to another hallway before reaching a door to a smaller room. Freya noticed a small Fae symbol at the top of the door. Whatever was behind this door... Obviously wasn't the closet.

Killua opened the door, frown on his face, holding Freya's hand tight, then led Freya in behind him. Gon followed behind her. Many people stood around, all staring at the three who'd come in. Murmurs of 'human' and 'why is she here' were whispered around. Freya recognized some of them, like Kurapika and Leorio, who smiled a bit at her, and some of the others who she recognized, but didn't smile at her in welcome. She could feel the stares and it was intimidating, being in this white space filled with fog... She leaned in close to Killua's back as they walked to their spots, drinking in his scent. He smelled like chamomile and freshly cut grass, a soft scent, but still there if you knew what to look for. A tall man cleared his throat, coming out of the fog. People quieted instantly.

"I'm sorry to call you here on such short notice, but it has come to me and the council's attention that there is a problem that needs to be fixed... It is long overdue, and I hadn't been paying as much attention as I should have been." He glanced at Killua and Freya. "This is Freya, correct?" Killua nodded and Freya held on tighter, scared of the man's intimidating presence, watching him through an eye that peeked out from behind Killua. The man smiled at her. "I'm really sorry my dear, but I'm letting you know that I'm transporting five people out of this area to be transferred to a new place for work. Two of those are your friends, Gon and Killua." She held a sniffle in, glancing down. She knew it. The two were being forced to leave... "You wont be able to see them anymore." Killua turned and embraced Freya in a tight hug. She buried her face in his neck as tears started to form in her eyes, but she stayed silent. For Killua. She couldn't go losing her head to the most important man in the kingdom of light fae. She had to be strong. For her friends.

"I'm sorry, I won't be here to protect you," Killua said in an almost whisper in Freya's ear.

"It's OK," she replied, sniffling, smiling at him, looking into his eyes. Those electric blue eyes that just held her gaze.

"Oh, and I forgot to mention that since you are human and really shouldn't know about us, we will be erasing your memory." It took a moment for the words to sink in, and when they did she gasped as she looked at Netero, a fearful and unforgiving look on her face. The tears wouldn't stop flowing from her eyes as a pain started throbbing in her heart.

"Hey! Why the heck-" Killua was cut of by another fae.

"She's human, right? She should be dead," one of the male Fae said with a scowl and a scoff. "Netero's being nice. He's letting her live." Freya's mind was bombarded by thoughts of fear and loneliness. This couldn't be happening...

"Shut it Linssen," Kurapika said, glancing at the male who frowned back. Freya was confused. This didn't make any sense!

"My parents!" She exclaimed in panic to Netero. "They said... They found out one of them was Fae, so that means I would be half-Fae! That means I'm all clear, right? If I'm half-fae then you-" Netero was already shaking his head.

"Unfortunately, that was a lie. We let you believe that so you wouldn't possibly turn on us since you believed you were one of us. Sorry." He turned to leave.

"But I WON'T turn on you guys! Please!" Freya turned to Killua, but his face was turned away from her's in shame. She grit her teeth. No one answered. They didn't believe she'd keep her mouth shut. She took a couple steps from him. "Why?!" Why couldn't they just leave things as it was?! She ran away from there in panic. She couldn't be there. Killua... He meant the world to her. She knew he thought the same about her, but neither of them had the will to say goodbye to each other.

She burst out of the door and turned, running up the steps and ran into the school bathroom at the top, gaining a few onlookers but didn't care. She hurried into the stall and locked the door, sitting down on the toilet and sobbing. She would forget him. She would forget everything about him, and her friends... She didn't want to, but she had no choice.

After a moment she calmed a bit, however a pain went through her stomach as she tried to calm herself down. Her eyes were fuzzy from tears, blurring her vision as she stripped her lower garments to pee and realized she needed a tampon. She wasn't bleeding but it was already past the time she should have started and it was better safe than sorry. She pulled an object that she thought was a tampon out of her bag and attempted to use it after she was done with the toilet. Her vision was blurry and so she wasn't surprised when it tried to fall out after she put it in. She sniffled realizing she'd grabbed something else out and was about to throw it away when something caught her eye and she realized she'd put a dipstick in herself instead. She tried to calm herself and clear her eyes and looked at the white stick in her hand, slightly in curiosity.

Holy shit.

She was pregnant.

Several thoughts raced through her head, but she paid no attention as there was no time to think of the details as she raced to pull her skirt back up and flush before washing her hands quickly and racing out of the school bathroom. She stumbled back down the stairs. Oh please, God, let them still be there, she prayed unconsciously, begging for anything, any magical presence or power to hear her. She flung open the door she'd gone into before, but was met with a small room of brooms and cobwebs. She inwardly cursed, then backed out, looking around.

She would have one or two days. Then she would forget everything. She ran out the door of the school. She was normally a straight A student, but some things were more important than grades. She could miss the rest of today and the next day of school if she needed. However, walking around aimlessly with your memory disappearing, that was dangerous. She didn't care. She had to try to find them. someone. This might be her only chance to make them give him back to her. But before she did that...

She sat on the bench and sat her backpack on her lap. As she unzipped it, the bell rang in the distance signifying lunch was over. She was tempted to run back and finish the day, but there was no time to waste. She pulled out a note pad and a pencil, then got to work. Dear myself...

It'd been half a month since the incident had occurred, school had been out a couple days and a lot of the kids were having fun on their breaks playing games and hanging with friends, most of them forgetting a lot of the stuff they'd learned in school to focus more on fun activities. Others had jobs to do, and didn't have much time to hang with friends. And still others had some thinking to do...

"Hey mom, I'm heading to Sera's!"

"Alright!" A firm voice of an older woman yelled back. "Be home by 8!"

"Kay-kay!" The front door to a large grey house opened and a red haired girl walked out. She shifted the backpack on her back and hurried down the steps, wavy red hair flying behind her, then ran down the cobblestone driveway through the trees. As she reached the end of the driveway, now littered with little stones as the cobblestone hand turned into gravel, she slowed, staring out at the road in front of her where cars zoomed past frequently in this foresty area, then looked backwards. Her house was no longer visible through the trees. She took off to the right, heading not to Sera's like she'd said but to the lake about a block away.

Upon reaching the large and deep body of water she ran over to the old but sturdy dock overhanging the water and set her bag down carefully, shifting her balence as it moved with the waves, then plopped down with a smile. She took off her tennis shoes and socks and dangled her feet in the crisp, cool liquid. She propped herself up by her hands as she leaned back a bit and stared up at the sky.

Almost every day she came here when she could, either on her way to or back from a friend's house or just on a free day, after school or homework... It was nice... Relaxing. She would stare at the clouds drifting in the sky for hours sometimes on end trying to remember, but to no avail. It seemed to be no use. She frowned at the thought and pulled open her bag than pulled out a note pad in it, reading the letter written on it to her once again, trying to make sense of it.

'Dear Myself,' It started. 'I'm sorry. I truly am really sorry. I wish I could have done more. You have forgotten the most important thing in your life, and it's not your fault. I wish I could have tried harder, run faster. Anything to stop time. And yes, despite what you might think, you did indeed write this. You may or may not remember doing so, but since it has to do with a certain someone you will most likely forget. I hope you find this nonetheless, and please believe me! You! Believe yourself!

'His name was Killua. He's the white haired boy in the picture I left with myself in the locket for you to find, it should be there but... I'm sure the Fae came and took all other pictures of you and him away, just so you wouldn't question your memories, who he is, who he was... To you. I'm sorry if the picture isn't there. I tried so hard not to let it leave my sight. Anyways, you and him... You were tight. Inseparable. But then the damn leader of the light Fae, Netero, came and took him, and all your friends, away from you. He stole your memories from you and they left you to lead a normal human life without him, without them. Killua loved you, but there was nothing he, nor you, could do. At least, that's what you thought.

'Myself, you're pregnant. Check to see if I'm lying if you don't believe me, and then you'll understand. Maybe that fact will make you continue to search for him. The kid's father is Killua, it has to be. The child is most likely Fae I'd assume. I don't know what that would do to you personally, but they might let you have him back because of the child. It's worth the risk. They might let you have your memories back too. All I know is, you have to find him. Check everywhere. Find Fae that might help you to reach him or Netero, but be careful of Dark Fae. They're dangerous. The only thing I can tell you is to find them, the fae, any of them. A good tip is that they're either too perfect at what they do or are really strange freaks. Try those people first. Fae can tell when another is Fae or not, so they'll probably turn you away as humans cannot see the glowing aura around them. You're smart though. You'll find a way. I know you will. Good luck. Please. Find him. For me. For you.' It ended. 'You, and always you, You.'

Freya set the note pad down beside her, continuing to wade her feet in the water. She clearly remembered writing something and placing it in her backpack. That's how she found the letter immediately. However, as to what she wrote on it, it escaped her. That's why she'd been surprised when she'd read it the first time. The note was clearly written by her, but did she believe it? Or toss it? She didn't know.

She fingered the large locket around her neck with her fingers where like the letter had said there had indeed been a picture of that boy. Killua. The name was so familiar, yet she had no idea who he was. According to the note he was her lover. The father of the child she bore. She rubbed her belly. And as well, like the note had said, when she checked she came up positive. She was definitely pregnant. Plus... When she thought about it it seemed like she was missing parts of her life. Parts she knew weren't completely real, yet not completely fake. She wouldn't had thought about it before but the letter made her think.

She had finally decided. She must do as the note said and find that Killua. He would be able to help her get her life fixed, and that Netero person whatever would give her her memories back. After that... Well, she'd get to that once she got her memories back.

She pulled her feet out of the water and dried them, putting her socks and shoes back on, then stood, grabbing her bag. She looked at her wrist and at her watch. It wasn't anywhere near eight in the least. She had plenty of time. She took off towards town, thumbs up as she walked along the road until hitching a ride in the back of a truck. She sat in the bed of the truck, holding her hair back from the wind in slight annoyance, but grateful for the ride.

She hadn't really planned on going to Sera's today. Hopefully her mom wouldn't call her house to ask...

"Ok girl, here's town," the man said through the window in the back as he came to a stop on the side of the road. Freya hopped off the back, shutting the gate back up with a small thud.

"Thanks!" She said into the window on the passenger's side, smiling at the guy. He gave her a thumbs up and took off continuing down the road. She immediately looked around town, staring at all the buildings. Where to search first? If she were a fae... Who would she be? Most likely someone in a bit of power, who could afford to leave if he or she needed to...

She headed to the closest and first place she thought of. The church. She carefully pushed on the doors to the church and looked in, before pushing open the big doors the rest of the way and walked in, looking around at all the pretty stained glass windows, candles, and statues. "Can I help you?" She paused her advance and looked to where in the front at the podium now stood a tall man in white robes.

"Um... Yeah. I'm looking for someone named Netero." It couldn't be this easy, could it? But something told her this man wasn't a fae. Call it girl's intuition or some kind of sixth sense, she didn't think he'd know anything.

"Netero?" The man stroked his chin, thinking a moment, clearly having no knowledge of the name. "Sorry, can't say I know the man. For what purpose do you seek him for?"

"Have you heard of Fae?" Freya asked the man. The man had a thoughtful look on his face as he watched her.

"Yes, I think so. Magical creatures they are, fairies. A work of fantasy."

"I believe they are real," Freya responded. "And one named Netero stole my memories from me, and I want them back." The man looked surprised at the sudden information. "I thought I might get a clue here. But thank you anyway." She turned to leave.

"Poor girl, so you're saying you don't know who you are?" Freya looked back at him, then shook her head.

"No, I remember everything except them," she fingered the locket, bringing it over to him so he could see the picture of Killua. "I found a letter I'd written myself telling me what happened, and that I lost my memories." The man stared at the picture a moment in thought, then handed the locket back to her. "Everything the letter has said so far has been true, so I believe it when it says the fae stole my memories." She went to leave again.

"Wait. Let's assume Fae are real." Freya looked back at him. He was, once again, stroking his chin in thought, looking up to the sky. "Why would they steal your memories unless they were some evil beings? You should not want to be associated with them. And this Netero fellow, are you sure you want your memories back? It's possible you won't even WANT them back."

"No. I want them back. I don't care why they went in the first place. I just want them, and him, back."

"Well then I wish you luck." He made a cross pattern on his chest with his hands. "May the lord guide you on your journey and help you find piece." He smiled a bit. "And also, I have a suggestion. Trying too hard leads you no-where. If you are correct in this matter, I'm sure you will be lead down the right path." She nodded, then turned away to leave once again, opening the doors and exiting out the building. Well that had been a flunk. It'd make sense that a fae would be at a church, but then again...

Back outside in the bright sunlight she looked around again at the buildings, until she looked back and forth as she checked for cars and when a break came she quickly ran across the street. On the other side she continued further through town, looking for potential places fae might be. A while later she checked her clock. She had another couple hours. Might have to look for a place to get a drink soon then get headed home... She soon came across a construction site, giant hole in the ground where workers milled about doing their duties, and she paused, looking down and watching them. People were running around like ants, issuing orders and handling supplies. Freya watched for another couple seconds, then headed down the hill. Maybe she could ask one of these men... She followed one of the men carrying a beam who was nearest to her when she got down into the construction zone.

"Excuse me?" He didn't answer. "Excuse me?" She repeated, speaking much louder. The beam swung around at her as he turned around to face her and smacked her across the face, hard, making her fall back onto her rear.

"Oh, great!" He exclaimed, setting the beam down quickly and pulling a rag out of his pocket. "Damn kids shouldn't be down here. I'm sorry. You need to be careful! Are you OK?" He bent down. The girl sat on the ground, groaning.

"Ow..." She brought her hand up flinching in pain and felt warm blood on her forehead. She was pretty dizzy from that... Might be some head trauma... The man handed her the rag and she dabbed at her head, flinching a bit more. He was about to say something when he paused, then bent down to look at her head.

"Hey, you Fae? The wound on your head... It's gone." She looked up at him, startled at the question, then quickly though. He thought she was fae? Maybe he knew others!

"I'm here to see your boss." Plus... The wound healed up on it's own? What the heck? And she was already feeling better... The man smiled, then stood and headed off, taking the beam with him. Freya stood, assuming he was taking her to his boss, then hurried after him.

"Careful, lots of dangers around here," the man said, keeping an eye on her. Freya made sure this time to be more careful.

She was lead over to a trailer and he knocked on the door. There was silence a bit before a voice replied with a simple 'come in'. He opened the door and motioned for Freya to go on inside, and so she walked in. She glanced back at him as door closed behind her and as she looked back forward flinched, eyes widening as an object nearly cut her nose off and buried itself in the door beside her.

A low chuckle came from the back of the trailer, bringing her eyes. She was met with a tall man's back. His reddish hair was pulled back and gelled. He wore an interesting light colored outfit that didn't seem appropriate for a construction zone which reminded her of a clown, or some kind of joker... As he turned and looked at her with one of his yellow eyes she saw his face was pale. When he turned to face her she saw he had some eye makeup on and a star and a tear drop painted on each cheek. Definitely some kind of clown, though a sexy one at that... He shuffled a deck of cards in his hands.

"Well, well, well..." A huge grin was plastered on his face as he stared her down. "If it isn't little Freya. I heard you got your memories erased."