A/N: Hello, wonderful people! Welcome to another long-shot story of mine in the fandom. I know some are probably wondering why on earth am I writing about a story on Killua and an OC (because I am a solid KiruGon shipper). Worry not; I do not intend to ruin the beautiful subtext in their pairing. I just thought it would be cute and adorable if I pair the kids with girls, you know, for once. Since I am following my own ethics in terms of writing a KiruGon story; some things are just meant for a girl and a boy. Sorry, but I will continue this no matter what happens. lol The longer A/N about things will come after the chapter.

A few more notes before we start: this story will be a somewhat cheesy one, setting is School AU, things might get annoying. HAHA. This is dedicated to all of Killua's adorable fangirls out there. Heehee. Yeah, so let's start-o!

Doki = sound of a heart beat

DISCLAIMER: This is a fan fiction :)

TRUTH OR CONSEQUENCE

CHAPTER ONE
Boy Meets Girl?

Bright light blue, yellow, baby pink, soft orange–these were all the colours I remember seeing in my vision, though blurry, but clear enough for me to determine. I know I was in an open field with an endless horizon, standing barefoot in the middle of the flowery meadows, looking out at a distance, hoping that something–someone–would show up.

Hoping he would show up.

I started to wait, feeling the fresh summer breeze brush against my face, swaying my hair and my white dress towards the west. A huge smile escaped my lips while thinking about him. At first I didn't know why I was anticipating that it will be him who would appear before me. I mean, it could be anyone else, right? But my instincts were certain. And I trust my instincts more than anything else.

After a few minutes, I was hearing faint rustles far in front of where I was standing. There I stood straight, feeling my heart skip several beats–almost making me choke on my own breathing–my smile was purely wide from ear to ear, I felt hot blood rush through my spine towards my face and felt this tickling thing from my neck to my shoulders. It made me shiver in delight.

I know it was him.

For after the moment I blinked, there I saw coming into view, the missing colour I know very well in my heart to who belongs, that colour which makes my pulses throb fast and hard against my skin.

White.

I was palpitating–in a very, very good way. Blood seemed to be flowing through my veins at a faster than usual rate. I know it was, because my joints were making me fidget immensely from complete excitement, and glee, and ecstasy.

It all was like slow motion. His white fluffy hair came into view first, then his pale ivory skin that glowed with it, followed by his deep-set intense sea blue cat-eyes that were very, very distinct and seemed to be dominating all the colours in the world. And as if those were extremely heart pounding enough, that small smile upon his delicate lips was what made me want to lose control of my consciousness.

He was smiling.

At me.

I was in heaven.

His approach was overwhelming; him walking towards me with that beautiful face of his, wearing his usual black long sleeved shirt–that complimented every adoring thing about him–, his hands placed casually inside the pockets of his beige pants, taking every step with a cool air. I was deeply overwhelmed, especially my respiratory, circulatory, and nervous system.

He was breathtaking.

Approximately three feet was his distance from me when he paused, locking his eyes in mine–the instant I got mesmerized, hypnotized. He was like a magician, and I was his assistant; whatever he says, I will follow. And I was ready for his words.

The small crooked smile on his face grew wider, and I felt my heart skipping beats again. He looked like an angel; like there was this light emanating within the borders of his whole being–an angel with intense mysterious blue eyes.

"Yuhi."

It was like I was hearing a thousand church bells ringing when he said my name. The tone in his voice was of the usual weary, but it was soft. I wanted to hear it again.

"Yuhi…"

Ah, I felt like a bud about to sprout open into the world as a fresh new rose. It made the crazy chills run up and down through my spine. My smile grew wider, and I finally found my voice to answer with a "Yes?"

Without warning, he made skin contact with my burning cheeks. It made me cringe and flinch from his sudden touch, but his palm felt soft and warm against my skin. I looked at his hand, and then turned my gaze back at him, sighing in awe upon meeting his smiling face again. He gave a gentle tap to my cheek.

I giggled. I couldn't help it.

His lips parted, and he leaned his face closer to mine. I could've sworn he heard my racing heart at that time. After breathing in oxygen, he whispered, "Wake up," his hot breath brushing against my chin.

I was too mesmerized to even care about what he meant, and a faint "Hm?" was all I could answer.

He gave me another tap, but it was less gentle than earlier. "Wake up, Yuhi."

Another tap.

Here my face fell and my eyebrows furrowed. The atmosphere was immediately changing. The bright colours were disappearing, gray was filling my vision, and everything was fading.

Another tap.

I looked at him, and he wasn't smiling at me anymore. The tap felt almost like a slap in the face. I closed my eyes, hoping everything would be like it was earlier.

"Wake up, Yuhi."

"Yuhi…"

"Yuhi… Yuhi!"

A few light mahogany strands of hair fell to the face of the girl who had her head resting on her desk as she turned her head to the left, exposing her skin to the Clementine rays of the sun and burying her right eye to her arms. "Hmm?" she moaned in response–closed eyes fluttering under her furrowed eyebrows.

"Yuhi, wake up."

"K–" She moved in her seat, struggling to do what she'd been hearing. She was not exactly certain who was calling her, but she knew who spoke her name just a little earlier. She wanted to make sure. The addressed raised her head slightly from her arms and started opening her sleepy light auburn eyes. "K…"

"K–? Earth to Yuhi. Reality to Yuhi."

What…? The girl sat up sluggishly, her big auburn eyes slowly adjusting to the light. When did it become so dark? Her orbs scanned the empty chairs and tables of the classroom, gaze drifting from one corner to another, to the unclean chalkboard, to the messy shelves, and to the window–where the sun was close to disappearing in the horizon. A few seconds passed before she sat up straight, like an electric current went past her nerves, with her eyes shot wide and her mouth forming a small 'o'. She silently gasped. I fell asleep!

Yuhina Nagame, 14 years old; a normal sophomore girl in the only high school of a typical town named Tomo in a country called Jyopen, class B–with thick light auburn locks that felt straight to her shoulders and a fair share of big auburn eyes that complemented her small, chubby face. Abandoned by her parents since infancy she was raised in a ramen house near the grass-filled meadow part of the outskirts of town by the owner of the place, a middle-aged man named Roroturo. Despite not having a complete family, Yuhi still grew up according to the laws of nature–a cheerful, high-spirited girl, carefree and always smiling. She was bright–well, in her own way–and she adored school. She loved school, but she had this crazy delinquent habit called shamelessly sleeping in class. She had managed to keep it low-key when she was a freshman, but the habit came back in her second year of high school.

And in that afternoon, she did it again.

Slapping her cheeks with her palms to wake herself up and to strike her face for sleeping, Yuhi looked up at the person standing before her, thinking of a good reasonable excuse for her lethargic attitude. I'm deeeaaad! She managed a sheepish smile. "…Sejin…" she sang unconvincingly.

Deep Jade eyes behind huge thick-rimmed eyeglasses stared back into Yuhi's bright auburn ones–looking as vexed as ever, with her arms crossed against her chest and her foot tapping the floor impatiently. "Yes?"

Sejin Rosamond, 15 years old; the second year class B complaint president who never seemed to be in good terms with the world, the introvert person who goes to a home not a soul in school had ever seen, and the person who puts up with Yuhi's lassitude every single time. Yuhi thought if Sejin would remove her glasses and pull off the rubber band that held her long silky raven hair in a ponytail, she would be the prettiest girl in the world. However she also thought that even though she retains her look she still looked pretty.

But in every beautiful creature, there is a force to be reckoned with.

Yuhi shrugged–that smile not leaving her face–guilt and concern filling her head. Instinct told her to clasp her hands together and bow her head low. Begging for pardon in a childish kind of way is not done on purpose according to Yuhi's personality. She was just this type of person–child-like, carefree, and though some people find her incredibly annoying because of her juvenility and lightheaded principles in life, others find her adorably cute and righteous in some instances. Add her small voice to that, too. But when she knows she had done something that is not the most right thing in the world, her apologies are absolute. "I'm so sorry, Sejin!" No, she didn't really mean to sleep in class.

It's not like Sejin hates Yuhi. In fact they're friends, and seatmates in class. She was just this type of person to everybody–moralistic, punctual, and a disciplinarian. Once she had seen someone that she knew had done wrong, she never hesitates in giving her authoritative speech and countenance about the general righteous commandments of the planet. But with Yuhi, she had given enough. In some instances, she wondered if the words she had given the energetic Yuhi entered one ear and exited the other. But she knew the girl was better than that. The auburn-haired lass was… obedient after all–but only towards what she knew was right. A sigh and a shake of the head was all she could respond with.

"I'm so sorry! I'm sorry!" Yuhi repeated, bowing continuously. Why was she apologizing anyway? Well, it's because she knew what the punishment for sleeping in class was, and Sejin had to be dragged along with it to keep an eye on her since she is the class president. Responsibilities; Sejin almost loathed them, but she couldn't do anything. And this was part of it. Yuhi knew it all. Her seatmate had been part of it for almost a week now, for crying out loud. She should truly apologize. "I didn't–"

"Don't say you didn't mean it, Yuhi," Sejin retorted calmly, turning towards her own desk. "You had a choice. Either you slap your face or stab your palm with your pen until it bleeds to stay awake, or you completely doze off. It's simple, really."

Yuhi could only pout. The calmness in Sejin's voice wasn't serene at all.

Another sigh echoed in the room. "Why do I feel like you're doing this on purpose?" The raven-haired girl turned to face Yuhi, hoisting the latter's bag from her chair and placing it on her desk. She waited until that subconsciously smiling face would return back to earth.

Yuhi's daydream smile only grew wider.

Sejin cleared her throat.

The instant she heard this, Yuhi straightened up and composed her air before turning to look at their class president again. "S-Sorry." She managed a smile, but it was unconvincing. Sejin frowned. She begged. "I'm not doing this on purpose, I swear! I have a good reason, ne, but I know you won't consider it in any way…" Yuhi trailed off, filling her cheeks with air.

Sejin stared at her for a while. "You know what, I think you're just tired," she mused, standing up and grabbing her bag.

What? Why? Yuhi cocked her head to the right in confusion. Where… Where's the lecture? Am I being spared?

"Because you daydream too much. Come on, no point in wasting time here. Go to work, Yuhi. We have lots of things to do at home."

The latter laughed at herself. There it is. She then stood up and saluted enthusiastically. "Yes, ma'am!"

The punishment, which she had been doing for four days that day, did not at all feel like a punishment to Yuhi. Sure, she'd stay after school hours, sure she'd get tired, but the advantage was what's important. This was the reason why Sejin had asked her if she was sleeping in class on purpose–so she could delight herself with this punishment for another day. Yuhi didn't truly mean to think of that person a little while earlier. And she was truly not sleeping in class on purpose. She just couldn't help but smile. Not like her apologies were half-hearted, no, Yuhi just loved looking at the bright side of things.

Cleaning the rooms of class 2-A, 2-B, and 2-C–that was the most wonderful punishment a person like Yuhi could ever ask for. It was actually an easy thing for her now. Sejin didn't seem to mind looking after her too. She had told her that doing homework in school was somehow convenient, since it was quiet, and the atmosphere was scholarly. Back then Sejin would strongly complain about how slow and talkative she was. But the latter also got used to everything and started doing homework instead while Yuhi work on the rooms–which were not a joke to begin with. Their homeroom teacher, Mr. Yama, would tell the other classes to mess up their rooms before leaving so Yuhi would have a hard time and not repeat sleeping in class. But Yuhi had been doing so for four days since Monday, and was now officially the sophomores' after school maid. Fantastic. But she didn't mind that much.

Room 2-C was surprisingly tidy, so the auburn-haired lass skipped to their room, 2-B, which was extremely beyond anything in the world messy, cluttered, tangled, dirty. She didn't realize how their room looked like after waking up until she entered it again. Teacher Yama did it again, Yuhi thought with a smile. I can't blame him though. I've been out during his class for four consecutive days now. Yes, and she thanks the heavens for not having to receive a memo yet.

Yuhi then went to work–fixing the chairs and desks, dusting off the shelves, aligning the books, sweeping the floor, clearing the board. She brushed out the last batch of chalk dust that fell on the floor and wiped her forehead. Finished! She turned her bright auburn eyes towards Sejin who was sitting by her desk and gave her a smile–her face glowed with the exercise.

Their class president read her perfectly. She gathered her notes and stoop up, following the excited Yuhi who was hopping out the door and through the corridors. A glad grimace escaped her throat. She couldn't comprehend Yuhi's exuberant and cheerful air, and how she could smile her brightest even in the slightest and most childish things.

A sigh of pure delight escaped her lips even in the very thought of it–of going to class 2-A. Yuhi smiled to herself. Excitement filled her chest. This was the very advantage of her punishment.

"You are obsessed, do you know that?" Sejin mused, walking behind her.

But Yuhi was too dazzled to retort verbally. She knew she was not that obsessed. She was not like those other girls who would squeal in front of his face whenever he passed by. I just admire him. Yuhi smiled at her thoughts. Just thinking about his face made her giggle a little. What's wrong in having a little crush on someone?

"See? You're already ignoring me at just the thought of his desk."

Yuhi beamed. His desk; yes, it's in 2-A, and I'm going there right noooow. She stopped in front of the most glorious door in the world at that moment and looked at Sejin who was walking quite slowly. She carelessly opened the door as wide as it could go. "It's the only thing I feel connected towards–"

. . .

"…him…"

Her senses suddenly, completely froze, and her fast skipping heartbeat was the only thing she was hearing at that pristine moment. Whoa… Yuhi couldn't believe her eyes. The most amazing thing in the universe was happening right before her irises. Is this fate or what…?

This fantasy–her entering the door where the man of her dreams was in, sitting on his desk with his legs crossed and his arms folded behind his head serenely, looking away from the window to look at her with his jaded deep blue eyes, the auburn rays of the sunset reflecting on his pale white skin perfectly. Yes, this was it. Th–

Bump.

"Oh! Sorry!"

Yuhi was instantly snapped out of her daydream. Aww… Her wide eyed gaze fell directly at the person who bumped into her. She wanted to ask who the person was and why the person led her away from her moment, but decided to forget about it when she saw who he was. Ah…

"Are you alright?" concerned sparkly honey brown eyes shot back at her stare–the tenor voice from his throat stepping an octave higher.

Gon Freecss, 15 years old; second year class A student. He was a transferee for the current school year–a bright eyed, gravity defying raven haired, good-natured boy with the biggest smile on earth that everyone in the whole universe loved. Teachers often gave him extra marks for helping out in club chores, guys enjoyed talking to him, and girls admire him for his adorable countenance. Plus he is his best friend, so of course, Yuhi knew well about him.

She managed a small smile, and stuttered while stepping back. "Y-Yes, sorry for standing in the way." She meant it. It was their room after all.

Gon was known for his kindness and helpfulness toward people he had not even met before, but our protagonist was yet to talk to him. "No, no, I was hurrying here and I thought I could enter the small space on the doorway so I–"

"Did you find it, Gon?"

Suddenly Yuhi felt her pulse skipping beats after hearing that voice–that cool, drowsy voice which she got good tingling chills from just listening to it. She slowly turned her gaze ahead, only to find the person sitting in the middle of the room a little earlier was standing in front of her. She blinked, forcing her lips not to form a rather goofy curve.

"I did! I'm sorry to keep you waiting, Killua."

Doki.

Killua…

Killua Zoldyck, 15 years old; second year class A student–a cool, calm, quiet, snow-haired boy with intense blue eyes and with a mysterious air that sent people a signal of how reserved he was. Together with Gon, he was a transferee, who also easily made friends. But unlike Gon, who was his best friend, people knew less of his background, and that was one reason why all the girls in the universe had probably fallen in love with him. And that included our dear protagonist.

Yes, you are correct; Yuhina is secretly in love with Killua. This is the reason why Sejin had asked her if she was sleeping in class on purpose–for this punishment, to be able to go into their homeroom and catch a glimpse of his desk, read the vandals he had carved in there during boring hours, and maybe even take a chance of seeing him in flesh. But again Yuhi argues that she is not that completely head over heels for him. I'm just… you know, he's just so darn good looking and…

XxxflashbackxxX

It was the end of the first day of the new school year. The sun was near the horizon and the students had gone home, but an auburn-haired girl was still busy doing school chores–as a punishment for sleeping in class… on the first day of school.

Yuhi sighed as she climbed on the railings of the window to reach the highest part. Their teacher, Mr. Yama, had told her to clean the windows only but to make sure they were spotless. She held on to a window frame and tiptoed to stretch her arms, pushing herself to reach the upper edge of the window. First day; first record. Great. Didn't they say that what you do on the first day of something, you'd keep doing until that thing ends? A laugh escaped her throat. So, will I be doing this for one whole school year? She sighed again and smiled to herself. Maybe this just means that I should never sleep during class ever again.

She took a careful step towards the right while wiping, but the strong wind suddenly loosened up the windows' screws and made them open and close frantically. Yuhi held on tight, but she lost her balance and began to fall. Oh no! She closed her eyes. I'm going to di–

And it felt as though time had stopped.

"Try asking for help next time."

What…? She opened her eyes, meeting someone else's. The next thing she knew, she was in his arms.

Xxxflashback-endxxX

"Took you long enough."

The instant she heard that voice again, Yuhi snapped back into reality–forcing her lips not to make a convex curve on its own. That moment when Killua had caught her in his arms, she could not ever forget about it–she couldn't forget about the tone of his voice, the look in his eyes, and the feel of his palm against her back. She couldn't, and she wondered why. Then when she thought she had figured it out–that the reason why was because after the incident she didn't get a chance to thank him–his face in her mind just wouldn't leave. But eventually she let herself fall, not knowing if Killua would catch her again.

"Sorry!"

Yuhi turned her gaze towards Gon, and Gon only. She couldn't look at Killua, for she wouldn't know what she'd look like. She watched them converse as she stood there by the door, amused, and overwhelmed. Her nerves told her to speak and finally give Killua her gratitude about what happened three months ago. She reddened, smiled and opened her mouth, trying to force sound to come out of her throat. "A-An–"

"Let's go!" Killua cut her off instantly, throwing his hands behind his head. He walked out the door, past Yuhi, who had seen everything in slow motion, like he had never even seen her in the very first place. "Buy me chocolate on the way home to make up for your lousy amnesiac brain!" the white-haired boy teased.

A look of being neglected painted the face of the auburn-haired girl as she watched Killua walk away from them without giving even a single nod of acknowledgement.

"Sorry, Killua just might be hungry," Gon whispered, rubbing his nape sheepishly.

Yuhi turned to face him, realizing that the raven-haired boy was talking to her.

"Or maybe he's just tired," he explained silently. "Killua has these unpredictable mood swings, you kno–"

"Gon!"

The addressed then instantly stood straight up and uttered a quick question before sprinting away. "What's your name, miss?"

Yuhi blinked before answering. "Yuhi…" she managed to silently say–the things that were happening were taking her aback. Everything seemed to be happening so fast, yet so slow.

Gon gave her a huge smile. "I'm Gon! See you around, Yuhi!" he waved at her and acknowledged the presence of Sejin while running towards the distant white-haired boy.

She exchanged a bright smile of her own as she watched Gon, but it all faded when her gaze slowly shot towards the back of the white-haired boy–the back that was walking away, far from where she was standing. However she immediately shook it off and replaced it with an awed smile. Well, doesn't matter if he ignores you. At least you saw him today!

Well, isn't this a twisted love story we all know how would end when it does?

Seconds passed before her seemingly difficult to get attention was recovered by the girl standing with crossed arms adjacent to her. Sejin cleared her throat loud. Yuhi instantly jumped out of her sentimental moment and turned to her company a bit surprised at first, then replaced with a sheepish laugh while rubbing the back of her hands. Oh no, I'm gonna get lectured again.

The raven-haired pushed the bridge of her eyeglasses and raised an eyebrow. "Honestly, you being upset about him not talking to you is absurd."

"Eh!?" Yuhi was nervously surprised about the comment–her auburn orbs wide with shock. She blinked, and realized how her nerves overreacted. She just couldn't believe herself to be… upset. Yuhina–upset? Ha! Over a dead man's body! That sort of thing was nothing to her. "I'm not!" she exclaimed, but something in her tone told the world she was half believing herself to be. Yuhi fidgeted but kept that strained smile on her face, a sweat dropping from her temple. But she instantly recovered and bounced and held her hands lovingly against her chest. "He's soooo cool, right?"

And, again, unconvinced, Sejin stared at her in disbelief.

The auburn-haired girl waited for an answer, then she made a begging frustrated face. "Sejin, stop making that face! It makes me feel like a stupid person…" she trailed off, looking at the tiled floor.

Sejin sighed with a groan, standing straight and getting set. Making people feel stupid is the last thing she would ever want to do. "Just don't lie. It is unpersuasive," the raven-haired declared, walking past her and towards the 2-A classroom.

Yuhi followed. "You're harsh," she countered, trying to put up a disoriented face which she failed to do.

"I'm aware." It took a 360 degree turn to observe the perimeter of the room. It was kind of… neat. But Sejin knew Yuhi wouldn't be shaken by that. "Well, think of it as a bonus; at least he won't see you daydream and won't wonder what on earth has gotten into you." Sejin turned to the auburn-haired girl with a small pure smile on her face. In all honestly, Killua's attitude a while earlier struck a chord in her a little. It made her want to scream into his ear that there are other people in the room aside from the Gon guy, himself, and his incredible ego. She didn't want to think ill of the white-haired boy, though, for Yuhi, but that was all what she could see in him at that moment. At least the gel-coated haired Gon one was considerate.

An unexpected response was given by the bright-eyed girl. Yuhi beamed. "Wow, Sejin, you're so pretty when you smile!"

Sejin turned away, pushing the bridge of her glasses. "Don't joke around. Go to work."

Yuhi laughed. She knew it was coming, but that blushing face always amazed her in every way. She laughed again after poking the raven-haired girl in the ribs and immediately went to work. That airy aura stayed with her all the while, but a slight tingle of unwelcomed uncharacteristic blues would come to her. However she shook it all and smiled it off–trying so hard to ignore everything in her head. She even laughed at herself. What am I thinking? It's not like we're even friends, pfft.

Then she sighs after. But immediately retracts–smiling and humming to herself while doing her work; thinking about wonderful things that could have happened a little while ago if she were to rule the earth.

-CHAPTER END-

A/N: Sooooo, here comes the long and pointless Author's Notes for everyone, yay! *throws confetti* Just so everyone knows, I have been meaning to publish this story since last January. Know why I haven't? It's because I've been battling my conscience about the KiruGon subtext - thinking that nobody's ever good enough for Killua other than Gon, and vice versa. See how much I lurv them? Lol But anyway, thanks to all of Killua's fangirls who adorably adore him, I regained the guts to continue.

A little explanation about ze little things... Firstly, I pulled the ages of the boys up because I strongly believe that 12 is just too young for romance (blame my conservative culture for that. hihi), and I needed them to be a little old enough to think maturely on some things, because the romance here will not stay fluffy until the end, no. Things will get rough. Secondly, of all places why a school? No reason. I just find it cute, that's all. *smiley* And lastly, I mostly used and will probably use Japanese names and honorifics in here, because, again, they sound cuter than anything. Haha!

This will be a long-shot. If you have read this, please, please, please leave a review. Please! LOL I need to know what you think or how you perceive the story. We all are budding writers, right? So let's help each other out. Critical criticism will be highly appreciated. Absolute bashing is welcome, but if pointless will not be tolerated.

Oh, there's another one. This story is pure puppy romance. I am quite doubtful about the humor genre but it definitely will be light and fun. Though I might add some darker things every now and then, of course, HAHA, we shall see what will bring us in the end :D

Ja, I'm done talking. Now let's hear what you have to say! Leave a review! Thanks you very much arigatou gozaimashita! (*^_^*)

-special thanks to TaisaXChui for doing me a favor in giving a second opinion :)