Chapter 1: Chapter 1
Inspired by 'The Gamer' by Sun San-young and Sang-ah.
I don't own Hunter x Hunter.
Author's note: Sorry but this is not a new chapter, I had left writing for a while and had been very unfaithful to my readers for that I apologize and hope that you decide to give this story another chance. I have re-edited and made some changes which will most likely affect the plot later on. The second chapter will also be posted in a few days. Edited and Revised.
Prologue
Suzuki Mel was never what you called a social kid.
Her mother who was of British descent often complained that the city they lived in wasn't colourful enough. This idea though sounding incredulous, was taken into account when her family made the unintelligent plan to change cities out of the blue and within the next week boxes were packed and without much say in the master plan, the five year old Mel quietly sat in the car with her baby brother, Simon.
Her father was a rather simple man, though Asian he usually ended up balancing his wife's exuberance. Faithful of his words he never went against his wife's ideas until they became impossible to follow up, which then again were quite often.
London was loud, bright and somehow more colourful like her had mother put it.
"Aha! This place is perfect!" The lady yelled out.
Baby brother, Simon gave a bubbly laugh to his mother's unnatural enthusiasm but Mel sighed and started helping her father unpack the boxes from the car and into their new house.
A week or so later her mother approached her with a look of an overjoyed kid plastered on her face "Young lady, starting from tomorrow you're going to your kindergarten."
Mel knew this was inevitable so she just simply nodded her head.
"I'll go pack."
The principle looked a little concerned.
"I'm sorry...It seems that I'd overlooked this small detail." her voice sounded hazed.
Although she was outside of the office and not a part of the conversation, it was pretty clear to Mel what were they talking about.
"But...strong girl..." came out hushed whispers.
"Still, I hope you...concern"
"Yes...understand...but I believe that she can adapt." her mother's voice came from a distance.
"If you say so" the principle said sounding rather unsure.
Mel stepped aside when she heard footsteps approach near the door and rattled it open. A woman who was in her late fifties looked down at her tiny form with a gentle smile.
"Hello Mel. I'm your principle, Mrs Brown".
Her parents soon emerged beside her and Mel gave a small bow "Good morning".
A moment later another woman, who she presumed was one of the teachers, appeared. She looked like she was in her late twenties, a hesitant smile was present on her face but she extended a hand towards Mel's parents and a conversation later she was handed off to the nursery teacher who tugged Mel towards her supposed classroom. She waved weakly at her parents who stood at the gate of the kindergarten and slowly faded away from her sight.
Mel mumbled incoherently whilst being dragged by her homeroom teacher, 'Is this how they treat kids here?' She wondered but didn't complain. They passed by a few doors and took a turn or two before arriving in front of a light wooden door, sounds coming out of the classroom echoed in the hallway and the teacher stood confused as to what to do first and instead looked at her awkwardly.
"Wait here okay?" Mel hummed, pretty awful for a kindergarten teacher.
She stepped inside and made a rather pitiful effort to quiet down the class, Mel shuffled outside uncomfortably recalling the last time she had to face a situation like this. She heard the teacher call out her name from inside and signaled her to introduce herself to the children.
Mel stepped in, her head low and her tiny form moving slowly wishing nothing more to run, run back to her parents and into their comforting arms. She felt a hundred stares on her and silence had taken over the class as she slowly lifted her head trying to remain as calm as she could.
"Hello."
The kids stared. The teacher gulped.
But her stoic look gave no indication of her nervousness or how anxious she was as if she knew what was coming at her way.
"Freak!" Someone gasped.
A series of whispered gossips began circulating around the classroom, each kid glancing at Mel and whimpering or pointing out the obvious to their friends. Mel didn't even flinch, she knew and had experienced this several times before so much that it didn't even affect her now. So she decided to remain stoic, unpredictable, unsociable and cold. That way no one would try to approach her and she would make sure to do the same.
"Look at her eyes..!"
"Grey and...nd scary!"
The teacher tried to calm the class down by hushing them and patting Mel's shoulder, prompting her to say something.
"Our friend Mel, now has a few words to say about herself!" she spoke loudly in an attempt to hush them all.
Mel stared at them, giving a self introduction would not make things better. Children were easily affected, cried at things that may seem unusual or strange and were gullible.
Her Home teacher was in no better condition, perhaps a bit worried as to why she refused to speak.
Mel almost pitied the teacher who clearly showed a lack of experience in this field. Wanting to make things easier for the elder lady and avoiding all the hassle she walked towards the empty seat in the corner of the class. Several eyes followed her when her bag thumped against her desk and she sat down.
"Hey! Why do you have such scary eyes?" one of them shouted.
Mel looked unfazed as she locked her gaze with the chestnut haired boy who had quite the nasty mouth. The kid flinched, feeling intimidated when he tried to look at her eye to eye, he shuddered as if the ground would suddenly disappear from underneath his feet.
The result? He bawled his eyes in front of the class.
Surprisingly for Mel, what seemed to be the cause of insults thrown at her also helped to keep people's mouth shut up about her.
The others followed, erupting a chain reaction and soon the teacher was faced with a teary eyed class and one unfazed girl who showed little to no concern.
She turned her head towards the window and closed her eyes, wondering how much longer until she achieved her dream of becoming a world class scholar, a specialist.
Elementary school was worse than kindergarten.
Fifth grade was a living nightmare for her. Kids teased, mocked and bullied while the teachers didn't really want to dirty their hands.
Her once long elegant hair which her mother adored had been chopped to a short bob cut because of the sticky gum applied on her hair by some asshole when she was sleeping in the infirmary.
Mel wasn't really affected but when she saw the face of her tear stricken mother, her heart shattered. Guilt consumed her when she realized that she didn't feel any kind of emotion even though her mother had been so painfully affected. Her life was her family and to see her mother breakdown, her father ready to invade the school to beat up her bullies and her little brother's snot covered face, her fists clenched and she swore that she'll no longer let things continue that way.
The next day as a part of her daily sick routine, she was cornered by three guys whose faced her with a smug grin.
"Hey, ugly! I'm sure you can take the blame for breaking the windows again, right? Not that you would refuse..." The one in the middle paused before speaking up again. "Or else you know what happens ..."
He clenched her hair and pulled.
Mel snapped.
'No more of this' she inwardly growled and harshly grabbed him by elbow, gripping it tight until her knuckles went white. Her nails dug inside his arm which made him yelp and he was forced to retreat his hair pulling.
"Or else what?" she spoke up loudly.
A crowd had gathered and peering glances surrounded her.
"Or else what!?" Mel yelled, her anger clearly seething and overflowing.
The boy's fear stricken face caused her years of emotional injuries to further scar and before she knew it, her fist slammed against his face and with one last angry snarl Mel walked away.
Her steps echoed in the hallway, now completely crowded. Years worth of frustration and emotional scaring had all lead to this point and she felt somewhat relieved, her fist which were never meant to be abused like this was aching and it would definitely leave a bruise just like the guy's cheek.
She briskly made her way inside her class and sat down but not before burrowing her eyebrows at multiple shouts of-
-That was so cool!
Mel shrugged, at least the threats and everything stopped.
Her parents stepped out of the principal's office.
Mel's form stiffened "Mom I-"
Her words were cut by a loving pat on her head.
"You did good, honey."
Eyes watery, she clung to her parents.
Even though she had decided to stick to her dull socializing skills, middle school turned out to be a much more comfortable ride for Mel.
Her brother turned out to be the Mr. Popular at school, he was much more liked by other people for being the more extrovert and friendly one out of the two. Not that she had a problem with it, she loved him in every possible way and showered him with her love even though her parents would often complain that she was spoiling him for his own good.
Her grades had remained the same from Elementary school, unrivaled and always at the top of her grade. Truthfully, result day was the only day she looked forward in the whole year.
If there were two things that Mel could be extremely proud of in her life it would definitely be her grades and her very cute and adorable brother.
The first two years of middle school mainly comprised of her loner days, getting mistaken as blind and an extensive research on overseas diplomatic relation and cultures of various small countries.
This had changed by the third year when the perfect guy transferred in her class. He was from the island nation of Japan, a lineage they both had in common and was god gifted with a strikingly handsome appearance along with a set of the brightest teeth she had ever seen.
She called him perfect because that's how everyone would describe him.
Girls ogled at him for his looks, guys admired him for his personality and teachers praised him for his marks.
Basically, he was an attention whore. Not that it was intentional but he made everyone take notice of him everywhere he went to the point when it almost became unusual when people didn't turn their heads to look at the prince charming.
She could literally see the sparkles when she saw him and cringed. Yep, she was still fine with being alone and staying out of trouble, thank you.
Mel heard the school bell ring distantly and she grabbed her newest issued book from the library, the very philosophical novel of War and Peace while heading towards the rooftop. That being said, historical fantasy fiction usually wasn't always her first choice. The book was thick, around a thousand pages but what caught her attention wasn't the bulk but the words of the author printed at the back of the book.
'War and peace is not a novel, even less is it a poem, and still less a historical chronicle'.
She had pondered over the words of the author spending more time reviewing the words on the back cover than the content inside. The statement didn't even make much sense, was it a question or an answer and if so what was it trying to answer? What was exactly War and Peace?
The rooftop was relatively empty since the majority of the school choose to remain on the grounds during the lunch break. She sat in the corner, simply out of pure habit and immediately engrossed herself in the book. So much so that she had even failed to noticed a small black bob suddenly shift in her peripheral vision. That's why her heart almost thudded out of her chest when she heard a loud voice out of nowhere.
"Hey!"
Mel jolted upright and came face to face with beady brown pearls, her face quickly changed from a startled one to that of puzzlement and she scrunched her forehead in confusion when she recognized the face of the transfer student.
'What was his name again?'
He offered her a small smile "My name is Sato Hayato, but you can call me Shawn."
Mel looked at him weirdly. Had he just read her mind? It didn't matter, the situation was a bit too uncomfortable for her and even though she knew she was being rather rude, she decided to ignore him anyway.
Her eyes dropped low on her book, not really registering the words but hoping that the perfect would get the message that she wasn't really interested or rather ready to have a sudden conversation like this.
Apparently not, she concluded as he decided to sit down beside her and started peering over her shoulder. Too close, she wanted to yell but her mouth remained shut, this was way out of her comfort zone and it was almost getting unbearable.
"War and Peace? I think I've heard of it before. Leo Tolstoy right? I'm a fan too."
At this point Mel had sealed her ears and she turned her head to the side and shifted forward wanting to create space between them. It was strange, usually she would glare, push or act shrewd but somehow she couldn't even look him in the eye.
She felt Shawn shuffle and fall back on the support of his arms whilst leaning backwards.
"You do know that I don't bite right?"
Mel flushed and an inner rage started building up, she hadn't felt this embarrassed since elementary school and refused to take it anymore. She stood up and tried the best glare she could manage at that moment, he didn't flinch but he looked serious as if trying to match the intensity in her eyes minus the hate part.
"You have pretty eyes." He tossed in casually.
Mel spluttered, cheeks reddening further, apparently something had to be done with this crazy dude and quickly.
"W-W-What?" she spluttered looking flustered.
"Great! You can talk." He grinned under his boyish bangs looking satisfied.
Mel stared at him in confusion. Could it possibly be that the transfer student was mentally ill? It made sense, despite his devilishly handsome look, great personality and good grades it could be that God had given him one less thing or rather make him a lesser thing because of mental illness to balance him out. After all no person could have it all.
He got up suddenly and extended his hand forward. Mel eyed it suspiciously and refused anything less than a glare to offer him.
"Peace?" he sheepishly offered.
He gave a small frown when he got no response but continued anyway, "Look, I'm sorry I didn't mean to get you uncomfortable or anything." he sighed and sheepishly rubbed his neck before giving her an apologetic look.
'Yeah right, as if' she snorted.
Shawn heard the bell ring and decided to cut their meeting short, something that he was sure that Mel was looking forward to since the beginning.
"As I can see that you like reading obviously, as an apology I would like to give you this! Volumes of my favourite manga!" Alas, before she could even say anything, he seemingly conjured a thick comic book out of nowhere and flung it towards her before he took off.
Mel fumbled a bit before catching the comic (mind you she already had one thick book tucked under her arm) and stared at the door of the rooftop.
Oh yes, mental indeed.
It so happened that in the end she couldn't return him the comic back and decided to take it home. Reaching so, she greeted her parents and headed towards her room. Her bag hung on the chair and her books lay neatly arranged on her study table. Her eyes glanced towards the catchy comic and she threw it on her bed before she decided to head towards the bathroom for a good soak.
By the time she was finished, Mel felt exhausted and slightly cranky. Her mind had been preoccupied by the mentally unfortunate Hayato Shawn and she was afraid that he would drive her into the same direction.
She desperately searched for a distraction and so far studying had proved to be useless, the more she thought about his stupid face the more annoyed she felt and losing control over her own emotions was the last thing she wanted right now.
She considered reading her newly issued novel which was the newest translated version of the popular War and Peace but then she figured out that spending time on something as historical as war and peace would definitely not help her.
Mel didn't mean to be judgmental but legendary historic novels weren't always her cup of tea. The only reason she even issued them was because she always considered books to be better than company of fellow human beings (excluding her family of course).
But then her eyes landed on the abandoned comic on the bed.
Hunter X Hunter. Was it?
Mel didn't even realize when she had already flipped through all the pages and dozed off.
Since then Shawn became her shadow, starting from his creepy stalker methods. Mel found him to be an eyesore; he was annoying, loud and was close to giving her a heart attack more than once. He had stuck to her like a backbone and sometimes had refused to even let her use the restroom in peace. Mel found him extremely irritating, often threatening to throw him off the school building and wanted nothing more than Shawn to leave her alone.
But what Mel didn't expect was a day where she wouldn't mind his presence that much. Unfortunately for her, Shawn had upgraded from an eyesore to a small bug. Sure he was still as annoying as he'd ever been but somehow she had managed to get past her middle school life with him by her side in a blur.
Before she knew it they had already become friends, not that she would ever admit it.
She never wanted her first friend to be a creepy stalker dude who had major otaku issues.
Mel awarded the best year of her life to her first year of high school.
Her grades had shot up even more placing her at number one in her school and twenty-ninth in the national mock exam. Her brother had won the Taekwondo national championship and Mel had actually made an effort to try keep up with conversations with her one and only friend.
Shawn had been the same as before. Nearly perfect (the sparkles and everything were still there), loud and maddening as ever. Mel had became considerably close with him, they hung out regularly to the point that she even brought him home one day only to be embarrassed her family who stood tear stricken to find her bring home a companion.
Before Mel had even realized, her mother took a leap towards Shawn and cupped his hands tightly giving him a rather serious look.
"I know my daughter can be a pain in the ass sometimes but she's really smart and might be able to earn lots of money in the future so please don't leave her."
Mel fumed and gave a half hearted glare to her mom who looked as if she was on cloud nine. She quickly grabbed Shawn's arm and proceeded to free him of her mother's clutches and dragged him towards her room.
"We'll be listening!"
Mel rolled her eyes hearing the chorus.
No one had understood the infatuation of Sato Hayato with Suzuki Mel. The all perfect Hayato wanting to befriend the school's most brooding and freak eyed girl ever, had never really made sense to anyone, not even to Mel.
The second year of high school also happened to be Mel's last year.
The morning was pleasant and Mel gave a little smile as stepped out of her house noticing a silhouette against the morning sunlight.
"Morning" Shawn yawned.
She gave a slight nod and fell into steps beside him. The morning was unusually peaceful but Mel liked it this way, Shawn hadn't started his morning rant yet and she was grateful for that while also hoping he would-
"Hey! Did you hear about what happened back when Mr. Beck went to Saitama-"
'Anddd there he goes again.'
Mel wasn't especially irritable that day but somehow the peaceful harmony of Mother Nature which had been shattered left her feeling glum.
"-and he started screaming when thought he was alone in the onsen! Like can you- Wait are you even listening to me?"
"No." She paused "Why must you provoke me as the first thing in the morning?"
Mel quickened her pace trying to outmatch his footsteps with a slight jog to her feet but soon she was lightly running on her toes, the wind caught her breath and weaved through her short but soft locks.
"I wasn't trying to!" she heard Shawn yell.
She stopped swiftly and turned on the balls of her foot near a sharp turn on the road to face the black haired teen who was walking at a leisure pace.
"Idiot!" she shouted back.
Mel saw him laughing and a small smile tugged on her lips making her feel like she was eight again. His hair swept to the side with the gentle breeze passing by as he fixed his gaze on Mel but his eyes slightly widened when he suddenly heard a loud noise of screeching tire.
"Mel look out-"
Distantly. she could hear Shawn's voice ring in her ears.
Little did she know that he had anticipated this moment her entire life.
Mel opened her eyes to nothingness.
Silence was plastered everywhere and the emptiness seemed to go on forever. Her head throbbed and her throat felt extremely dry, she coughed and tried to stand up albeit wobbling a bit. She felt light headed and her inability to recall anything made it worse, the empty space looked as though it had been covered by a white sheet and Mel helplessly looked around.
'That's right...Didn't I die? So then this must be...'
Mel gulped.
"Afterlife..." she murmured quietly.
Suddenly out of nowhere she saw a shadow and judging by the increase in the height of the shadow Mel guessed that whoever or whatever that shadow belonged to was slowly advancing towards her. She stood guarded and alert, the shadow was distinctively familiar but it didn't resemble the shadow of a human being.
Soon a blur came into view followed by small irregular shaped feet, a bulgy torso, a small round shaped head sat on its non-existent neck along with a small crown which seeming looked crooked from afar.
"It's a...penguin?" Mel stood baffled.
The penguin looking figure continued padding its way to her awkwardly and released an audible sigh when he was close enough for Mel to take complete notice of his appearance. His head barely crossed her waist and his tiny yellow beak suspiciously resembled a scowl.
"So missy, how does dying feel like?" The thing suddenly joked.
Mel blinked, not really registering his words.
"You...How can you talk?"
"Is there a reason I cannot?" he said irritably
"Well yes, technically the mechanism of human voice is mainly dependent on the vocal folds present in the larynx. On the other hand the sound producing structure in birds is the syrinx, which is usually a two-part organ located at the junction of the bronchi and produces sound independently hence causing many birds to have two acoustic sources which mainly unable them to produce the same sounds as us. And also because of speaking organs that we've been gifted but remains missing in your species such as the mou-"
"Okay enough!" it screeched abruptly breaking Mel's train of words about the communication system of words.
"How many times must I repeat to people that I am not that hideous ugly creature that you speak of?"
Mel shrugged.
"And for you information I am not a penguin. I am the great author King Penguin!"
Mel snorted "Just because you add an author and king to your name doesn't make you any less of a penguin as far as I can see."
"I hate humans like you, always thinking you're better than the others and looking down on unfortunate people just because you're a bit smarter than them! Just you wait, I'm going to jot this down on your resume."
Mel remained indifferent to whatever he said but her eyes perked up on the latter part "Resume?" she sounded amused.
King gave her a rather snobbish look and decided to ignore her before waving one flabby arm in air and somehow magically conjured a clipboard along with a sheet of paper stuck to it out of nowhere. He grabbed a pen which came along with the sheet and continued to note down something.
Mel looked slightly entertained, it wasn't everyday where she could see a talking penguin write down something mean about her. She looked down and glanced down at the sheet stuck to the clipboard. Her name, date of birth, blood group, medical status, physical health, mental ability etc were all listen down below.
She sighed and looked around somehow slightly amused by the fact that she had died a few moments ago. For someone who had just died Mel was handling it rather well, she wasn't really panicking or crying in fact for some strange reason she felt oddly satisfied.
Mel wouldn't really say that she lived her life to the fullest but at least she wasn't disappointed in herself, she had managed to make a friend along with acing all her tests and had even gotten to see her cute baby brother grow.
Sure she died really young but she didn't really entertain the idea of dying old either. Her mother and father had showered her with love and she came to love her family more than ever, the only regret she had was that she hadn't gotten to spend more time with them and Shawn too, somewhat as well as her dream of become a world class scholar.
She gave a small smile, she could probably read more so in heaven and the only reason she wanted to become a scholar was not because of appreciation or recognition or bringing change but it was because it seemed like the only plausible idea as to who she'd shape to become in the future.
Mel was definitely going to miss her family, her cheerful and loving mother, her peaceful yet mischievous father and her most precious brother. She sniffled a bit at the thought of them crying near her death bed where her motionless body would lie, maybe she really wasn't ready for this. Leaving her family like this would no doubt leave them grief stricken and she couldn't bear the thought of her family mourning and be the cause of their unhappiness.
Though Mel wasn't too sure about Shawn for all she knew he was probably clinging to her body and bawling his eyes out right now.
"Dying sure feels...insignificant" she snuffled, a bit emotional.
King glanced at her from the clipboard "Well technically you're not dead yet".
Mel shot him a confused look indicating she hadn't quite fully understood him. King sighed looking sour and also not in the mood to explain stuff, he just wanted to be curled up in his bed after his faithful hours of work.
"We are in a pocket life or what you might know as afterlife and I am your judge."
"So my fate is decided by..." the words 'by a penguin' went unspoken.
"That's right, me" He looked pretty smug after that sentence.
Mel wasn't really in the mood for being sarcastic so she ignored the look and proceeded with her interrogation.
"And? What do you have in mind?"
He hummed "Well you see, normally people go to heaven or hell depending on the number of good or bad deeds done in their past life." Then he pointed out one fat finger at her (she had no idea how that finger came) "But then many a times there also some cases where a judge is unable to decide the path of the soul."
"So...?" she prompted.
"So normally cases like this end up reincarnating, they are granted another chance in life in a different world where they have no recollection of their past lives and from there on the council decides what to do with the soul once it passes way."
Mel wanted to interrupt him and ask him about this 'council' but let him go on.
"But in your case, your death has taken place at such a time where the only available world is experiencing a plot change."
"A plot change?" Mel let the words roll out "Could it be that the world is changing itself?" But then again that didn't make exact sense.
"Well something like that." He paused for a bit before wrinkling his brows apparently coming across something unusual in the report but went on "Normally the council pushes off the work to the authors and we're supposed to fix the problem but alas, we authors have only so much power and are unable to bring out a solution."
"Who are these council people and authors exactly?" Mel questioned.
He gave her a lazy eye "Authors are basically like your average salary men in heaven who have a high post and look after separate individual worlds. Ah by the way I am the author of fiction." King explained "The council on the other hand are a bunch of old men and women who gather together once every hundred years to discuss about the problems that often occur here. I guess it would make more sense if I just call them angels like they do in your world."
Mel wasn't fully satisfied with the vague answers that King was lazily throwing at her, she had a long list of questions and she wanted them all to be answered now but she doubted that the author was really in the mood to comply with her so she decided to cut it short and inquire about something that had been bugging her for a while.
"Thank you for all the information that you have provided me" she even bowed to look a bit more courteous "But I have a feeling that you have a purpose for giving out this information, to put it into simple words, out with whatever that you're playing around in your head."
Mirth danced in King's eyes, civil yet frank maybe the young female was more impressive than he previously thought and if so no wonder that the council deemed her worthy of the mission.
"You're correct. Sadly this certain world has been causing a lot of uproar in the upper ranking people, they have made many attempts but so far nothing has worked until now and that's why the council has put together a very good and solid plan which is also kind of our last hope to fix this issue."
Mel contemplated his words, trying to make sense of the direction of this conversation and visually paled a bit when she had a vague idea of what he was trying to convey.
"Could it be that plan also incorporates me?" she gulped.
King sighed, not looking pleased either "Yes, the council has chosen you as their last pitch. Now don't give me that look I'm not exactly happier either, I can't believe that those old bastards are leaving such an important and classified duty to a human."
Mel didn't pay attention to the insult but instead was pretty close to panicking; now she was really regretting not doing a few more good things in life because she had absolutely no wish doing any of that stuff either, not after she had just died.
"No! I don't want to."
He shrugged "It's not like you have a choice here."
"But...but why me? There are around six thousand people who die every day. I can't be their first pick, I can't be, I don't have the capabilities neither do I have any wish of living once again."
He shrugged "How would I know, go ask the council that not me."
"Fine, where can I find them?" she asked mildly annoyed.
He gave her a are-you-stupid look before exhaling "I'm sorry but the only two options you have here right now is either you do this mission and satisfy the council or you wait here in this pocket dimension which technically means dying of boredom since there is nothing here, until they hold their next meeting."
"How long do I have to wait?"
"Approximately 96 years 8 months 5 days 6 hours 8 minutes and..." he scratched his barely visible chin "...23 seconds"
Mel scowled, clearly luck always refused to be on her side.
"This is not over, I'm still put out by the fact that your stupid council has chosen me out of the thousands of better candidates who certainly have better chances to fix this problem of yours than me." She grumbled.
"Alright, to make you feel better I'll let you on a little secret." King smirked.
Mel's hope was rekindled and she looked at him full of expectations.
"Word has it that the reason that you were chosen for this task was because someone from the higher ups pulled strings on you. Apparently that someone was pretty insistent about the fact that you'd be able to handle the job pretty well" then he gave her doubtful look "Well clearly he or she wasn't in the right mind."
"Okay...and how is this possibly going to help me?" she asked frustrated.
"Hmmm good question, actually this can give you a reason to blame someone else and hurry along because I don't have all day" he offered giving her crooked smile.
Mel was clearly very dissatisfied and felt cheated and King acting all sarcastic wasn't helping either, he was right though no use moping around, she had no choice but to do it and grumbling about it won't make the situation any better.
She inhaled deeply and let out a slow steady breath "I'll do it." She decided firmly.
"Excellent." The penguin offered her a smile before magically summoning a series of books out of thin air and dumping them on her.
"This is the world you will be going to. Make sure you read and remember the plot well after all this world's story line depends on you." He said nodding to himself.
Mel caught one of the books being dumped on her and checked the cover. Her eyes widened "Wait, wait, wait, wait, what's this?!"
A smile blossomed on King's face "Ah! judging by your reaction I presume you have already read this book right? I think I read it on the report, might've missed it."
"What book!? This is a freaking manga! I take my words back I don't want to do any of this anymore!" she argued.
"Sorry darling but I'm afraid that you have no choice but to do it anymore. Look on the bright side you already know the story line and that means you can start this right away! Which also means that I finally be free of my duty!" King exclaimed.
"Wait what if I get stuck? Aren't you going to give me some kind of instruction manual or something?"
"If you do get stuck don't worry I'll send help and also please say 'Happy me!' once you reach there."
He snapped his fingers, something that she became aware of at an alarming rate when she to fade away. Mel wanted to yell and scream, an urge she had been trying to surpass for a while as she looked at him powerlessly and with a thousand and one questions running through her mind.
"Ah, don't forget your main mission though! The minor changes are okay, just be sure that the plot stays on track because if you mess up you'll probably land up here again. Other than that I wish you best of luck for your journey!"
The next time Mel opened her eyes she was in a garbage can with big words floating in front of her.
Welcome To the World of Hunter X Hunter.
And then and there Mel felt really bad for calling Shawn an idiot before she died.
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