I can't see anything. I'm most likely laying on what is the backseat of a car. My arms are bound and there is a blindfold over my eyes. We are probably in the middle of nowhere. How many miles are we from civilization? Two hundred, three? Nah, that wouldn't bad it's got to be more than that. It feels as if we've been traveling for forever but it's probably only been 5 or 6 hours since we got off the last plane. I can't feel my arms anymore.

The car stopped. A door opens and slams closed. A pair of hands lift me up and throw me over their shoulder. They walk for a few minutes carrying me until I'm thrown into a chair. It's not the most comfortable, but I've had worse.

"I can't belive that the 'Great Killua' was sold to little old me for a mer half billion U.S. dollars. Perhaps it's because of that rumor going around that the dolls are gaining back their wills and emotions that made them so willing to get rid of their most prized puppet. Maybe they thought their highly trained big scary war dog, would turn on them, bite the hand that fed him, and maybe kill them while he was at it. Now would you do that, Killua-kun?" They asked, removing my blindfold.

This revealed a man in his late thirties that was lightly tanned and had black, straight hair. It looked like he rolled out of bed and threw on what was closest to him, complete with bed head and wrinkled clothes. His amber eyes stared at me, waiting for an answer.

"Well, would you?" He asked.

I stared blankly at him and shrugged my shoulders.

"Thought as much." He said. "Name's Ging, but you can call me boss, if you like."

"Ging." I tested the name, it was slightly unusual but, who was I to judge.

"So, Killua-chan, I bet you are wondering why you are here."

" I belive that it's safe to assume that I'm here because you have a job of me."

"That's true. And its nothing inappropriate or anything. You will protect my son, Gon. But he can't know I sent you. Can't have him thinking that I care for him, right? Also you'll be training him. I heard that you excel in hand-to-hand combat and tactics, is that correct?"

"I do well in those areas, yes."

"Good." Ging exclaimed and slapped me hard on the back. "Oh, your hands are still tied, I bet that's uncomfortable."

I leaned forward so he could untie my hands.

"You're very strong. Why didn't you break the rope? Didn't want to leave a bad first impression?"

I flexed my fingers. The feeling of blood flowing into them was welcomed.

"You don't speak much, do you?"

"Not until I'm spoken to."

"I've been talking a lot."

"Where will I be during my job?"

"Well, I've enrolled you into his school. You are in all the same classes as him, you will be living in a cozy apartment right next to his. Don't interfere until he is in serious danger"

I nodded.

"If he dies, you die. Keep a close eye on him. Use your specters if you need to. Follow him everywhere, be his personal little stalker, go unnoticed. That shouldn't be hard for you since you are an assassin."

"Were."

"Sorry, were an assassin. Any questions?"

I shook my head.

"Okay, here's a picture of him. Your job starts now. Go to school tomorrow. Everything you need is in your apartment. No limit on the credit card. You're in Washington!" Ging said, then he left.

I looked at the picture. He looked like a younger, grinning, version of Ging. And on the back:

Gon Freeces

Gender: male

Age: 18

XXXXX Broadway Pt. (Equate Apartments)

Auburn, California

Attends: Southwater Highschool

California? Damn. I felt my pockets and found a phone and credit card with its pin. Maybe this's not so bad. Now I just need a flight to Auburn. Wait, where am I?

Shiiiiit!

I had barely caught the plane to Auburn. If it landed on time, then I would have 1hr to find the apartment building, leaving 8 hrs to sleep, 30 min to get ready, prepare and eat breakfast, giving me 20 min to walk to school. I didn't need that much time, but it's better to be prepared, and having extra time wouldn't hurt. I had already memorized the map of the school, finding it on my phone. 3 buildings including the gym. Almost all my classes were in the north building, inly leaving it for gym the last hour.

Everything went as planned and all I had to do was call a cab. I stepped outside it was perfect weather to use my specters, rainy.

"Hey!" A voice yelled.

My head snapped in its direction.

"Ms. Biske said that you'd be here! You're the new tenant right?"

"Yes I replied, my voice steady. My thoughts weren't as collected.

Hellooo Hottie.

That picture didn't capture the real thing. Was he this buff in the picture? Hottie thrust out the hand that wasn't holding his umbrella.

"Hi there! I'm Gon." He said, his smile was brighter than the sun, that was currently hiding behind the clouds.

"Killua." I said, grabbing his calloused, yet soft and warm hands, and shaking it.

"Where's your luggage?"

"It should be in my apartment."

"Oh, yeah! I helped move it!"

"You did?"

"Yep."

"Thank you."

"No problem! Let's walk to the car! We can share my umbrella!" He stepped closer so the umbrella would cover me too. The thought was nice, even if the rain wouldn't bother me a bit. He wouldn't know that, and most likely would never know. Even so, this will be annoying if

he's this excited all the time.

"What's your thought's on butterflies?"

"They're okay."

"What's your favorite butterfly?"

"Black, I guess."

"Black? A black butterfly? Oh! Don't they symbolize transformation or rebirth?"

Death.

Death and misfortune, that's what it symbolizes.

It foretells this, unlike me.

Who causes it.

"Yea, I guess. I don't know much about butterflies. How about you pick a topic that's a little less random."

We approached the car, Gon opening the door for me.

"Thanks." I said.

Gon got in and started driving after we buckled our seat belts.

"What about that cloud?"

"Which one? Wait! Keep your eyes on the road!"

Gon turned the wheel sharply to the left, narrowly avoiding going off the road.

"Are you trying to kill me?"

"Sorry Killua!"

"You better be, idiot." Killing your bodyguard would probably be a bad idea.