A/N: Hello~! This is my first fanfiction~! I am really happy to finally post one and I hope that you will like it~!
Disclaimer: I do not own Hunter X Hunter. It's awesomeness belongs to Mr. Togashi.
Treacherous wind blew through her hair, sending it flying. She stood there, incredibly still. She did not utter a sound. She only looked upon a morbid seen of infinite red. Crimson was all her eyes could see for miles and miles. Her focus was not wavering and her soul either. This was a common scene for the young girl; it was her work after all.
She turned at the sound of a loud clapping. A tall young man walked up to her, a smile never leaving his face.
"That was quite impressive, Miss Kasumi," said the man. "You have great chances in being accepted. We shall contact you as soon as possible and inform you of our decision."
"Thank you, Shalnark," she replied coolly. "If I am not chosen, should I be expecting a squad of the Ryodan knocking at my door to kill me?"
"That would be it," he laughed although it wasn't funny in the girl's eyes.
"I shall see you shortly." She walked off stiffly, never looking back on her strange interlocutor.
She was climbing a street that had been left deserted by the people who had fled at the rain. It had been a couple hours since her evaluation and she had been on edge ever since. She was alert at every movement, at every sound, waiting for people from the infamous troupe of thieves and murderers to descend from a car and kill her on the spot. She was wearing a black raincoat that protected her from the rain, but not from the bone chilling humidity. She was eager to get to her apartment and place a cup of hot-chocolate between her freezing hands.
Tiny droplets of water fell onto her bare head, leaving her warm auburn hair wet. The sloshing of her water filled boots filled the dead street with a repetitive echo. This somehow seemingly ordinary fourteen year old girl was going through much more than all the girls her age. She never thought of love, neither had she sought for it, she didn't care what other people thought of her and she was incredibly emotionless on the outside.
She halted in front of a door, on which the paint was fading and the lock was rusting. She took out a small key and forcefully shoved it into the keyhole. There was a moment of silence and then she turned the object, which made the broad panel crack and the lock whine. She pushed it open and stepped in a warmly coloured anteroom.
She hung her clothing and boots to dry and then plopped her key into an empty bowl. She made her way to the small living room that was also used as the dining room. She let herself fall on one of the sofas. She gave a sigh of relief and removed her glasses to massage her poor aching eyes.
She heard a soft mewling from under the coffee table and she peered at what was hiding there. She grabbed a large chocolate coloured Himalayan cat and held it close to her heart.
"How are you?" she cooed lovingly at the animal that didn't seem to care at all. "What has my Mr. Benjamin been up to?"
Noticing that the feline was getting annoyed, she put him down and traveled to the kitchen, where she took out some fancy cat food and served it to the animal with soft paws. Smelling his food, the cat dashed to the dish and started to eat gluttonously.
The girl got up and picked up the daily journal that she went to retrieve every day. It had been left unruffled and coffee stains free, which meant that her older brother wasn't home yet. She gave a light pout at that thought, but her mood lightened when she noticed there was a message from him on the fridge that warned her that he was coming home late.
She sat down with a fuming mug of hot apple cider and opened the newspaper. Her eyes flew over the unnecessary articles until she found what she had been looking for. It stated that there was a killer on the loose and he had no relations to any organisations.
'Not yet, I don't,' thought the girl as she took a sip of her beverage. 'They keep saying that it is probably a man responsible for all these murders. They definitely have no imagination. The only good thing about this vague news article is that they don't have a clue about who did it.'
She discarded her newspaper and returned to the kitchen were some water was boiling. She turned the fire off and poured it into an instant ramen cup. She took a fork from an open drawer and she shut it with a movement of her hips.
On her way back to the couch, she grabbed a dry towel and wrapped it around her damp hair. She turned the TV on as she sat down on her sofa. She flicked it over to the news and sank into the mushy pillows around her. The dull reporter was talking about the upcoming auctions in Yorknew City and that was soon followed by a heated debate on the probable presence of the Genei Ryodan.
'You bet that they'll be there,' the girl thought as she noisily slurped the rest of the noodles in her cup. 'They'll be there and the will have a new member to introduce to you, regardless of it being me or not.'
She watched the newscast a little longer until she got bored and started to flip through the channels. She stopped on the Hunter-only channel that announced that year's new recruits. She smiled when she saw Hisoka's picture, she was going to have to be on the lookout for him. He was a dangerous man.
After seeing more than five pictures waltz across the screen, she felt genuinely surprised by the quantity of Hunters that had passed that year. When she had gone to pass the exam, there had only been two Hunters, including herself, who had made it through. She thought that she had gone insane when she saw the picture of an innocent looking boy show up onto the screen. That boy had incredibly spiky greenish black hair and sweet brown eyes.
'Who could have thought that a child like this could ever become a Hunter?'
After that boy was the picture of a blond young man, who she had mistaken for a woman, and a strange older man with square glasses. She sank back in her bed of clouds and watched some of the recap of the Hunter exams.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the familiar ring of her phone. She answered it with a ring in her voice.
"Hello?"
"This is Shalnark," said the disembodied masculine voice. "We have deliberated all day and we have decided that you were the perfect contender for the position. We would like for you to be on the next plane for Yorknew."
"Alright, I will see you later then."
She walked over to her room and started to stuff random pieces of clothing and shoes inside a medium sized suitcase. Her cat, Mr. Benjamin, went to perch himself on her bed. She pet him for a while and then wrote a note addressed to her brother to tell him that she would be gone until other notice of her returning home. She laid it onto the coffee table like that it would be in blatant sight and left the house, only looking back at it once to see Mr. Benjamin peering through the glass.
She boarded the flight to Yorknew City and she was now on her way to the hideout of the ruthless Genei Ryodan.
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