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Disconnect
Chapter 1
Once More

Truth is numbing
Lies are to grieve
And so I was Nothing
On that frozen eve

It was that time of the year again. Everything was fresh. Cherry blossoms danced in the wind. The sun slowly illuminated every corner. Liveliness was heard from every creature greeting the new dawn. For students, they felt like being dragged back to hell—that is, except for the two best friends.

They have not seen one another for most days on their spring break for Gon Freecss had to return to Whale Island for a visit with his Aunt Mito. Killua Zoldyck had been left alone doing nothing in his dormitory, but stress eat his precious chocolate. He refused to return home and deal with a number of issues he did not particularly want ruining his vacation. However, that was all gone now that they had finally reunited in front of the school gate. Their usual greeting of smiles developed into their typical friendly chatter. Laughter and stories were predominant. It would had been a peaceful walk, if it were not for one thing, or rather person.

"Found you," a menacing singsong voice rose from the trees behind the two. "I missed you, Kil-chan!"

Killua immediately felt a shiver run down his entire being upon hearing the nickname he had not heard for the past year. For some reason, he thought that he could simply get away from her if he stayed away for a year, but that was obviously a false sense of security. He reluctantly turned to face his pursuer with a disgusted face.

The monkey-like girl swung just above Killua for landing. Her sadistic smile was enough to drain Killua's blood from his face, making him look even paler. She was reckless enough to jump off a tree just to pin him down. Killua was well aware that she knew he could just dodge her and let her break a few bones, but he did not have the will to do so. At the very last moment, he decided to cushion her fall with utmost hesitation, causing him to wobble and lose his stance.

With her tightest grip, she locked herself unto him, seemingly enjoying her little mischief. She was like a leech—a parasite—his parasite. Upon comfortably sitting on top of him, she realized that she had just created a scene in front of the school with all the other students looking as they pass by, but she did not care. She simply looked down at Killua's vexed expression with a sweet smile. "Did you miss me, Darling-poo?"

Killua's pale face quickly escalated into a furious red rage. Out of everything, he hated her smile the most. It curves into such twisted slyness. He tried to intimidate her with his ice cold stare, but even her gainsboro orbs curved into the same annoying smile. This would have been his first time hitting a girl out of pure childish fury, if it were not for Gon's worried interruption.

After his moment of shock, Gon hurried to their side and bent down asking, "Are you both alright?"

The sable-haired girl tilted her head to look at the one who approached them. She eyed him with confusion and surprise as if she had completely forgotten the fact that he was with Killua when she attacked. After a couple of blinks, she finally smiled in realization. In an innocently joyous tone, she said, "You must be Kil-chan's friend. Nice to meet you. I'm Sena, Kil-chan's loving wife."

From her final words, all hell broke lose within Killua. Somewhere, he might had broken a blood vessel or two. His hands were clenched tightly into a fist, barely fighting the urge to shove her off him. Although, it was not as if he had not been used to it already—this little game of hers. They had it going for months. No, he was not stepped on for those months. He had his moments of sweet revenge, leaving her completely frozen in place, but those were less compared to her reign of dominance. Nonetheless, he made sure to savour every tiny second and have his fun. He regretted letting his guard down just because he escaped her for a year. At that moment, she had total control, and he is left with the only option of murdering her with his glare.

The confident girl flinched at the radical change in atmosphere. Her dominance may had been unquestionable, but she still could not develop any sort of immunity against his bloodlust. She did not dare take a peak, and simply continued grinning at Gon. After all, once she loses her composure, the whole situation would be flipped over at her complete disadvantage.

Gon entered, yet again, another state of confusion. Apparently, the word 'wife' did not register with him quite well. Who knew that his best friend, who had been avoiding girls like the plague, was married to someone. Actually, that would give Killua more of an excuse to reject any girl trying to come into contact with him. Once his head finally digested Sena's words, he uttered in astonishment, "Killua, you never told me you had a wife."

Upon not being able to believe his ears, Killua diverted his narrowed eyes to Gon. Sighing, he agitatedly explained, "That's because I don't have one. I'm not even at a legal age to marry. Also, I refuse to acknowledge this monkey's existence. Please get her off me."

Feigning an emotional stab to the heart, Sena looked back at Killua with tears welling in her eyes. From an outsider's point of view, they would had mentally stabbed Killua for making such an innocent little girl cry from such cold words. In a shaking voice, she cried, "Are you disowning me, Darling-poo, even after you've done this and that to me?" Her words earned her horrified gasps from the eavesdroppers, who were starting to whisper gossips amongst each other.

Everything would had gone all according to Sena's manipulation, if only she did not make the mistake of looking back at Killua. The dark aura emanating from him were further intensified by the increasing whispers of the bystanders. He did not have to open his mouth, his glare could do the talking. Sena's pride crumbled in an instant. She stayed frozen and dead for a minute before stiffly moving herself from Killua. "I am hurt," she remarked almost flatly as she glided behind Gon to hide.

"Then stay hurt," Killua shot back. He stood up and dusted himself, while using the same glare on the bystanders to deflect their attention away from him. Once there was nothing to annoy him anymore, he discarded the glare and turned to Gon. "Let's go. We're going to be late for the opening ceremony," he urged.

Gon nodded and was about to run after Killua, when he suddenly remembered something. He turned on his heel to find the unnerved girl. "Sena-san, you're going to the same school, right? Let's go together," he suggested with a warm smile. Killua bolted back and jerked Gon while shaking his head violently.

Sena flickered her eyelids as if momentarily processing his words. Her bewilderment then transformed to a light giggle. "I lost, so I'll pass," she declined. "I think I'll be roaming around for a while. My entrance ceremony starts in an hour, anyway," she added before hopping unto her merry way. [1]

Thankful the monkey raised her white flag, Killua quickly dragged Gon with him. He locked Gon's head around his arm in an attempt to make him repent on his actions. Continuously, until they had taken their seats at the clamorous auditorium, he warned him of the frightening sadistic tendencies of the monkey which could eventually lead to his death. "Do you understand? If you become her target, you are dead! You're never going to recover from the trauma," he repeated over and over like a broken CD player.

Scratching his head, Gon nodded in puzzlement. From his best friend's countless warnings, Gon knew that somewhere down the line he must have been acquainted with Sena—on a part he has yet to meet him. Even after their eccentric old principal had finished his hour-long speech of wishing everyone a fun school year, Killua was still grumbling about the previous encounter. It did not seem it was going away any soon. Finally, curiosity got the better of Gon, and asked, "Killua, what happened between you and Sena-san?"

Wincing at the sudden question, Killua hesitantly faced Gon. He opened and closed his mouth as if immediately rejecting every answer he thought of saying. Shaking his head and crossing his arm, he told him, "You wouldn't understand." However, from Gon's sideway head tilt and innocent, inquisitive smile, he could not dismiss the question. He flopped his arms to the side with a sigh. "Fine…" Leaning comfortably on the chair, he quickly monitored the area for any teacher that may scold them for not paying attention to the club presentations. Once he deemed it safe, he began his recollection of events from two years ago. "I met the monkey in my third year of middle school. It was around autumn, closing to winter. I was assigned for cleaning duty, so I got out of the classroom pretty late. I thought there weren't any more students in the building, but there that monkey was—at the shoe lockers. She was fiddling with my locker. I was going to step in and ask her what she was doing, but she fled as soon as she inserted something. This is the weird part now," he took a pause before continuing, "Apparently, it was a love letter." Killua swallowed the lump forming in his throat.

Gon stared at Killua in bafflement. It was not as if he did not know what a love letter is. He was not that dense. In his understanding, there should not have been anything to trigger much rage from Killua. He could only see him calmly disposing the letter, and if the girl wanted an answer, he would reject her without much fuss. Unless, of course, something different had happened. Silently, he nodded, a signal for Killua to continue.

"I guess it was that jerk's manipulation, but for some reason, I felt like reading the letter in front of class the next day. There was no name written on the letter, and I didn't know who wrote it. I assumed it was a girl from my class, but no one claimed it as theirs. Then, there goes the gossip spreading like a flu. Before the day ended, the furious monkey confronted me. It was then that I realized it was her letter, and that she was a year below me. I rejected the monkey, but it seemed as if she didn't hear me over the numerous insults she incoherently yelled. Then, the next day it started. Rumours about me, which were completely false, started spreading around the school. Embarrassing to admit, but I even fell into childish traps laid all over the place. Who knew that brat was a grade A sadist!?" Killua exclaimed in frustration.

Gon furrowed his brows at Killua. "Killua, wasn't this your fault? You didn't have to read the letter in public."

"Like I said, it was probably that jerk's doing," Killua repeated in a louder tone.

"Still, did you apologize?"

"I tried by the end of the year, but it infuriated her more," Killua shrugged.

"You should have done it earlier," Gon exclaimed, nearly standing from his seat. Killua was not the best when it comes to dealing with girls. Somehow, according to the natural laws of the universe, Killua plus girls would one way or another result in a misunderstanding. Gon became Killua's defence lawyer, and tried to powder over Killua's seemingly harsh words. The only exceptions were the extremely serious issues, including confessions. Killua handled them well on his own—except for this. "Look, explain the situation to her," Gon suggested with a smile.

Killua violently shook his head, as if the suggestion terrified him to an abnormal degree. "Gon, as much as possible, I would not even walk within a kilometre radius around her. She would want me to eat dirt before even consider calling it total quits. That monkey is too sadisti—" his words were cut off as soon as he heard his name echo in the auditorium.

Their eyes were diverted to a fidgeting senior on stage. The incredibly sweating man adjusted his thick glasses before repeating the contents of his cue card once more. "Killua Zoldyck," he coughed and moved the microphone closer to his mouth, "Co-Congratulations on your marriage… T-To a fi-first year student."

The crowd roared. What did he just say? Killua is married? When? To whom? It's Killua Zoldyck we're talking about here! In whispers, murmurs and ultimately screams, these questions resonated in the auditorium. Yes, most of the second and third year students knew of Killua's existence, either in a good or bad way. Part of the crowd took it as a joke, but there would always be that naïve bunch, who would easily believe that poison is edible. This bunch was divided even more into reactions ranging from shock to disgust to jealousy. More than two hundred pairs of eyes began to burrow into Killua, and he did not like it one bit.

Springing from his seat, he dashed through to the front and up the stage. With eyes as deep as the abyss, he grabbed the announcer by the collar. His glare alone suffocated the senior, slowly rendering him unconscious. In a dark tone, he asked, "Who told you to say that?"

As the senior breathed heavily, he fumbled on the words to say. His sweat completely bathing him. After swallowing, he finally managed to utter, "A… A freshman… From backstage… Few moments ago."

Roughly, Killua released him from his grip, as he succumbed to unconsciousness. He bolted to the backstage, ignoring the loud calls from the teachers asking him to step down. A number of clubs preparing for their presentation were there, but the monkey had left as stealthy as always. Killua tried to calm himself down by inhaling deeply and exhaling off his anger. However, he was still determined to get revenge on the little parasite, much to Gon's dismay.

After a little scolding from the teachers, Killua and Gon went on with their first day, which really was spent on Killua engulfing the school in his distinct corrupted aura. During class hours, he did nothing but grumble and murmur curses. Lunch was allotted to resist the temptation to waste his precious time pulling the little pest from her hiding nest. Gon tried his best to restrain Killua's rage. As the day turned a little dimmer and colder, so did his anger. By the time school was over, Killua was able to remain collected once more. Both began on their way home with more stories about their spring break.

"I'll be going this way, then," Killua voiced as he pointed towards a branching street leading to a nearby dormitory. He managed to pull off a genuine smile since the monkey's arrival as he added, "Have a good night. See you tomorrow."

"Yeah, good night and see you tomorrow!" Gon cheerfully reciprocated as he waved to Killua with a bright smile.

Gon continued down the street. He figured trying to climb trees and houses to get home as his new exercise routine. Last school year, he simply ran down the road, but got bored of it. For him, a new type of adventure would always be welcome. Stumbling upon the overgrown oak tree at the park, he started stretching. He wondered if while hopping, he could manage to keep his clothes clean so his Aunt would not go crazy on him. "Let's just wait and see," he whispered as he started grabbing a bark. Much to his misfortune, droplets started falling. Little by little, until rain was pouring. He did not expect a downpour in the middle of spring. During cases like these, he would have to be forced to ride the train, unless he wants a scolding. His Aunt did not want him playing in the rain, soaking his clothes, then getting a cold. After letting out a groan of dismay, he held his arms above his head for cover and surged against the rain to the train station.

There was a mass of passengers waiting to board the next train due south. Gon wiggled to remove as much water from him as he could, before making his way through the swarm of people. As he reached the middle of the platform, mixed with the downpour, vibrations and whistles began dominating the station, signifying the arrival of a train. The hordes piled near where they predicted the doors would stop; increasingly getting tighter as the train approaches and slows down to a stop. Like hungry predators, they scampered into train. Gon was not the type to push another person harshly so he could get on first. He just went with the flow. This was why he could never get on the first train. Still, he would line like the others as if hoping to board. This day, however, he might actually be able to get on. He was two heads away from the door. From the squeezing and pushing, a kid, younger than he was, tripped in front of him. The first whistle was blown—the first warning the doors are going to close. Gon quickly helped the kid on his feet. They tried getting in, but only the kid was able to make it. He was glad the kid did not have to wait for half an hour for the next train, but he was still disappointed; disappointed enough to make him whine out—

"Oh, man!"

Rivalling his voice was a girl's irritation. Surprised at the perfect synchronization, they turned to look at one another. Their eyes widened, and in sync, voiced out, "Ah, it's you!" Consequently, leading to a light laugh from both parties.

"Nice to see you, again—Kil-chan's friend," she remarked sweetly, hesitating in the middle after realizing she did not learn his name.

Gon nodded with a warm smile. "The name's Gon—Gon Freecss. Just Gon is fine. Nice to see you again too, Sena-san."

"Ah, I'm sorry. Gon-senpai, yes? I got it," Sena reminded herself. "So, Gon-senpai, you're a little drenched. I don't have a towel, but would a handkerchief do?" she asked, concern evident in her eyes, as she searched her brown leather hand bag. Gon declined her offer, insisting that he was used to it and that she should keep the use to herself, in case something happens. "If you say so," she replied upon consideration. "It always surprises me how nice you are, considering how terribly I treat your friend," she commented honestly.

An awkward smile curved on Gon's lips. Scratching the back of his head, he responded, "Well, it is partly Killua's fault too—with the letter and all."

Sena hummed a tune as she continuously nodded her head. "So you heard from the good-for-nothing pooptard."

"Yeah, about your letter… You see, it wasn't really Killua's inte—"

As tranquil as possible, she corrected him, "That letter wasn't from me. It was from my friend."

Four weeks…

Note:
[1] For their high school, the opening ceremony and entrance ceremonies are separate. The entrance ceremony is attended by the first years, while the opening ceremony is for the second and third years. More information about school life is presented during the entrance compared to the opening.

Kitsurin: Hey! Just peaking into the HxH fandom, because why not? I'm not too confident with writing fanfictions yet but I'll try my best. The words on top and on the bottom do have some kind of relevance to the fic, and do reveal something about past or future events. I hope you enjoyed the chapter. Letting me know what you think through reviews or private messages will help me out a lot. They also let me know that there are those actually interested in the story, and they encourage me to continue. Thank you for reading!

Whenever she was around, she would suck out all his sanity until he breaks for the day, then rinse and repeat.