So, this I should say is also a mystery in a way. The mystery in this is who the character is. I will only say a few names, but I will decsribe the character's looks so you can tell who it is. (I would say tragedy is included, except only in one part of this.) The story is mostly angst/hurt/comfort.

I hope for you to like this. （＾∇＾）

-Heartless Moments-

-The Bad Side-

It all happened to him. The worst thing, more like the two worst things happened to the albino assassin. Running throughout the streets, darkness slowly creeping towards his back, he ran on top of clear puddles from the sprinkle earlier.

The sun was soon going to set, so his job would start at any minute.

The start of his training, not the first time though, today was a continual of learning how to kill, he hid in alleyways and on top of buildings.

Of course, if he had been training to be an assassin...

Illumi watched from behind, studying his every move. He followed Killua as if he was chasing after him, hiding himself in a different alleyway or building, or whatever he had found.

The last glows were coming, and he watched the few people that were left, enter their homes of all kinds.

Black hair rose, as he gulped down water. The six year old rubbed his eyes, yawning. With his senses, he was able to smell out any intruder, and if there was someone, then he would be off running. He was a poor child, no place to go, except wandering around in the streets.

He set the bottle he had drunk from, into his beat up, dirty brown bag, sniffling, and listening for anyone.

By then, the sun was almost at its peak, partly getting covered by the mountain tops that laid in each direction.

The sun lowered and the street lights flickered, sending the moths fluttering around. The six year old assassin made his way to a four-way intersection, checking to see whether someone was around or not.

A car full, (well not so full) of men, stood, arguing about something he could care less about. He didn't bother lsitening to their conversations, and instead crept over, climbing a building.

As his feet landed a stop at the edge, he heard the final words of Illumi from behind. "You training begins now." Suddenly he was gone. Off he went, hands in his pocket, reaching the bottom floor.

The swishing noises for the few seconds he took to get down, didn't get their attention, but when his feet fell flat onto the ground, all their attention changed to him.

He smirked, cat like almost, stabbing the first victim. Widening eyes of all, they reacted to quickly grabbing their guns, pointing them at the albino, and his hands stood still inside his empty space of pockets.

Before they could do anything though, he slid to the left, holding another victim tightly in the neck. The one man who was chosen, started to choke, and his neck was pierced in a matter of seconds from the sharpened nails. The gun hit the ground, as well as the man, who was out dead cold.

Two remained, both shaking hard. The first to be attacked, shot a bullet just in time before he was stabbed to death. Nothing though, was hit by that bullet.

The other was stabbed, and blood splattered onto the pitch black car, rarely any light reflecting off from it, coming from the sunset, that barely showed itself.

Walking off, the assassin shook off the blood, setting his hands back inside.

The black haired child sighed. He tried falling asleep, but he wasn't tired, and since he wasn't, it was almost impossible to even become half asleep, if that ever existed at that moment.

Standing up, he dragged his hand across the wall, rough texture scratching it. His footsteps were light, except they had some sound to them, but just a little. He pulled his jacket down, straightening it, moving towards the corner.

When he had gotten there, his sniffed to check for anyone.

But then he gasped, trembling feet stepping back. Someone had been nearby.

...

Back a year ago, before he had lived like this alone, he was always told that strangers were bad to talk to without an adult, which was what every young child would learn. Though, he had more warnings than what children a little older than him, would be told, since they might not be able to handle it.

The last warning his mother gave him before her death came and before her final words, she had told him that if he ever sensed anyone, he should run away, no matter how nice they would be to help, no matter what age they were, and no matter if they saw you or not.

Normally, he wasn't told something similar or the exact same as that, only the 'don't go near strangers' thing. This seemed worse, like everyone was a killer, and he had thought that ever since he saw the death.

...

"Go and hide somewhere. Run if you can," were his mother's final words. The five year old started to cry as he tried to hug her, but she wouldn't accept it.

She pushed him out the back door, closing it and pulling the curtains. With just enough space to see the scene that was happening, he watched as not only his aunt who had been dead on the ground, his mother too had been on the ground. He had heard screams before he looked. A knife was pulled out of her chest, and blood dripped, one drop at a time falling to the ground.

The killer was close. He sweated cold, tumbling back onto the ground. His eyes widened at the tragedy he had just seen, and the killer walked out, slamming the door open.

The knife shined brightly in his face, coming from the rays of the sun hitting the metal. The knife raised a bit, and he jumped to his feet, dashing off into the darkened forest behind. His feet quivered, and he passed the lone trees. The killer must have obviously not been following because he should have caught up by now, or he got lost in a short amount of time and turned back since there was no reason to search. 'Live on his own,' was what the killer would think. 'He will die sooner or later if he has no where to go.'

He ran for hours, days passing by before he reached the end he had come upon.

...

Dozily, since he had gotten no sleep, looking to see who this nearby person was, he shook of the memory, focusing on the being. He had seen a shadow, that only, except for whiteness. Weird he thought, unless this being had white hair for some reason, since it wasn't common to have white hair where he lived. He stared over, getting a closer look. Seeing the eyes, he caught on electric blue ones, brightening his brown ones.

Shaking his head, he moved along to the back side, trying to find a place to hide. Checking once more, he saw the assassin stop at his alleyway. Somehow he had known that someone was there, like he heard movements.

Looking over to get a better glimpse, the black haired child breathed heavily, getting the assassin's attention, somehow though. He must have had inhuman ears or something because no one would be able to hear his soft sounding, heavy breathing.

The assassin turned his gaze over, trying to detect who or what was by.

"Why did you stop?" That made him jump. The other kid couldn't have said that. The voice was too deep for someone his age. (what he thought of his age) Popping up, Illumi made his way to Killua's side.

"There's two?" the black haired one thought, staring at the other black haired being, taller than he was. "But I only sensed one."

Killua turned his face back, then responded with, "I heard something, but it was only a stray dog." He continued forward, and Illumi went on further too.

When they were for sure gone, he sighed out of relief. His back was placed against the brick wall and he slid down onto the ground. Then he wondered why he didn't run. Why didn't he just run away like he always did? It was weird to think about to himself.

But for some reason, this one person had been different. Usually he saw adults roaming around. The only children he saw walked along with the roaming adults, not paying any attention to him. Maybe that was why he didn't run. That was he very first time being near a person his age, with them noticing, and he didn't even attack!

Softly, his eyes softened, and they closed up. Now maybe he would fall asleep.

The assassin ran and ran longer, but now this time, he had a thought that passed the time running.

He knew that there really was someone hiding, he just didn't want to hurt someone his age or close. For some reason he wasn't able to kill children, like the adults were the only ones he didn't bother hesitating at.

Shivers went up his spine. He felt, for some certain reason, glad Illumi didn't know about that being. Though why should he have cared? It was no one he knew, so what mattered? Of course, he also never had friends and was getting sick of killing, so he had options to who he could kill, like 'if you want, but you don't have to,' and 'you might as well,' which all depended on who he was encountering.

He wondered who that was though. But it would be a rare chance that they would meet again, yet they didn't really meet. It was more like a glance and then an ignore.

But who was it?

This is the end of the chapter. I'm thinking this may end up being a three-shot, but it all depends on how the next chapter ends and if people want me to continue this.

So, what do you think? This was my first one-shot just so you know. (Well a shot.) Tell me what you think of this idea. ^^