A/N: Hydra was supposed to be my Christmas gift for KiGaMi, but since things got a little out of hand and my story of Hydra (that was supposed to have an extremely simple plot) got a little mixed up as I started studying mythology. So, there you have it.
For a little Trivia, Hydra started out of a 100-theme thing. So It's going to stay like this for a time being until it stops. If it does.
Guess who's POV this is! xD
OWC: 1,758 words.
Disclaimer: Yoshihiro Togashi owns HxH.
ANGEL.
That's the word everybody in school used to describe the new girl. An angel. Of all things. Angelic voice, Cherubic face. Angelic smile. Angelic curves, the sick people. The worst is that they even compared her to be sweeter than CHOCOLATES!
She? Sweeter? Than chocolates? Go to hell, no one's sweeter than chocolate!
Not being able to hear the passing rumours would've been a miracle. Every hallway gave a different story, every locker echoing them, every murmuring mouth multiplying the sound of everything about the girl.
Sometimes I have to remind myself to ask my mind why I went to school in the first place. When I had the choice to just stay at home.
I walked out the canteen into the corridors, leading me to the dreaded classrooms. As I got closer to the History classroom, the noise died down. I smiled-silence at last. At last.
"-And Killua Zaoldyeck," the teacher finished as I walked through the door with a superstar pose. Upon getting in, I slumped on my chair with my usual "boyish grin," as Gon once called it.
History was all about wars and Persia. And the past. But I...I didn't care about Roman battle plans and strategies. Who, in this era, would care about how the Egyptians formed the pyramids? I wanted the present.
The present was to daydream. I looked out into the window, thinking deep. I be damned thinking of this, but does she really look like an angel?
DEMON.
"Class dismissed!" The teacher woke up all the sleepy students who were disrespectfully snoring in class. (Not that I have the right to say that.) The bell rand half-a-second after his statement was finished.
I walked to the locker room, and the rumors that spread earlier this morning was now running around like wildfire. Everybody in school-except me-was talking about her. I mean, I haven't even met her! What's to talk about. Not that she's a blind person who can watch a movie in 3D, right? And actually enjoy it.
A thought crossed my mind. That's odd... I've been hearing rumors flying around like paper airplanes everywhere but no name was ever mentioned.
That's when I became even more suspicious.
Meet you at the old tree behind the gazebo. I rolled my eyes upon seeing the piece of paper. Typical Gon to pick conspicuous places to meet at lunchbreak. But he was honest to his promises anyway and he was always there.
I shuffled through the sea of students who were packed tight like sardines. My hands shoved deep into my pockets, I moved around with a cautious eye again-heh, not like there was anything to be cautious of, right?
"KILLUA!"
I trudged over to him. "I'm tired. The entire school is gossiping about that new 'it' girl." I was actually getting pretty sick of it.
And even sicker when I heard his reaction.
"Isn't she fun?" I turned my bewildered expression to him to only see him with a wide, Gon-like grin. Wish was pretty much like a Cheshire-cat one. What a kid.
"I haven't seen her yet," I said with a shrug. "Not that I care."
Gon's expression suddenly turned to pure shock. "WHAT?" Then, he coughed, gaining his composure back. "Oh... oh, w-well, she's coming over to my party on Saturday. It's going to be very fun!"
My eyes almost fell off its sockets. He literally asked the girl out for his party this Saturday? Well, it's an indirect asking out but hey, it's still the same. No, other than that, I was honestly almost scared to meet the girl. I didn't know how to act. I've made sure I was a bad boy, not a girl-interaction-person (not that girls don't come around me) like Gon. But I could actually change myself first and lie to myself and them...
Lying. Being rude. Yes, it was almost like being a demon.
LIGHT.
I forced myself to walk down the lonely road that led to my house. It was 5:30pm, and the rainclouds that lay overhead covered the twilight sky. I could say it was going to rain really hard, and it was going to be a very cold night.
"Are you going to the party, Killua?" Gon's pleading voice was irresistible-the brat still had his childish attitude that couldn't be argued with.
"I don't know."
"C'mon, the new girl's coming, please!"
And that's why I'm not going! "I-I have-a-a project."
"And you said you just shit school!" a pause ensued as Gon pondered, and I cocked my head to the side. What could he be thinking of? Suddenly, Gon spoke up. "Killua, what does Shit mean?"
I laughed at him. Simple minded, tenacious, naive kids.
I got in the house and plopped on the couch-which was strategically placed near the door for easy the couch I saw the coffee table. Piled high with food cartons, trash, CDs, magazines and books, the table was barely visible.
I pulled from underneath the scary pile, grabbing Gon's fancy invitation with many colors and pretty drawings he himself drew. At Gon's house, 5:00pm to Midnight this Saturday for the PARTY OF YOUR LIFE!
The words were very familiar, since I wrote them for Gon. I fingered the fancy laces and buttons on the decorated invitation. I was thinking of the girl. Of the Angel girl.
Will she bring light to my dark?
DARK.
The thunder crashed from outside my window, and the rain fell heavily on my rooftop. The breeze was literally blowing off the trees. The power lines were cut, all houses dark save for mine because I had bought a generator two weeks ago.
Yet there I Was, dressed finely in a nice comfy black sweatshirt, camouflage-designed cargo pants and black-and-white rubber shoes. (Hah, Gon may say I dress awkwardly but I like what I wear so why will I give a damn?) Slung over my shoulder was my gray rain-jacket. I was seriously ready and sure that I'd actually brace the rain.. no, sorry, storm.
And why, you ask? Gon's message that was still on my phone said it all--Rain or shine, bad or fine, the party must go on!
"Gon is such a naive, stubborn, simple-minded baka!" I sighed to myself, finding a way to stop myself from banging my head on the wall. My thoughts were going haywire. 'Silly stubborn Gon, thinking he'll be able to pull off a pool party in this storm.
...unless his uncle Hisoka comes by. But if that so happens some certain things will change, I'm sure.'
I pulled my hood on, stuffing my keys, wallet, and cellphone in my pocket before closing the lights. The room was swallowed by sudden darkness. When I went out, it seemed to me that the rain pounded harder on the windowpanes.
I sighed, stepping outside into my porch. The heavy fog clouded my vision as it enveloped the road, the houses, the everything. 0% Visibility. I took a step outside, ready ot brace the cold, the rain, the breeze, and the blinding darkness.
STORM.
"Killua!"
I finally managed to shake off my wet jacket. It was very cold and I was almost completely soaked wet since the rain worsened on my way. So I ran through most of it. And I was soaked like a newly-hatched chick.
"Killua!"
I hung the jacket on one of the coat-hangers and took my outrageously damp shoes off. Everybody was barefoot, anyway, maybe wet with the storm as well. I put my shoes near my jacket as I shook my hair back, trying to fix it.
Finally, I answered the persistent calling. "Gon."
"Finally Killua! I thought you'd never arrive!"
I sighed. He's also very imapatient. "Gon, I live five blocks away."
"Five blocks too far!" Gon said with a grin, as always. "C'mon, I want you to meet her!"
Yeah, it was pretty weird to not have met her in school the other day. No, I haven't met her, so even though she's been to school for three days, I still couldn't relate to the gossips.
Gon pulled me through the crowd, and I eyed the people around me. There was our blond tutor who was very strict, there was the school doctor who liked treating sick girls for reasons I do not want to remember, there was the creepy principal-ooh boy, even his uncle Hisoka was there, by the punch, sipping a cup with a girl with purple hair and dark eyes. Maybe his victim again?
Well, Gon's uncle Hisoka has a history. Some kind of. A history that whenever he arrives and/or comes to Gon's or anybody else's party, it's a bad omen for that day and the rest of the days to come. The party would never go the way planned.
Gon finally pushed me to a corner, breaking my glance from his creepy uncle. There, standing a little shyly, was a girl with blue eyes and black hair. She was smiling at Gon. "Hello, Gon-kun."
Gon grinned at me. "This, Killua, is Yui Yukishiro."