[A/N:] Hello! This is my first time posting my work on this site, since this story is first published on Wattpad... but anyways, hope you enjoy! I'm still amature at writing, but, whatever :3

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HUNTER X HUNTER CHARACTERS. ONLY THE PLOT :)

PS: (y/n) means "your name". (f/n) means first name, while (l/n) means last name! If you have any questions regarding the codes, feel free to pm me, or just ask at the review box! :)) I'm cringing now because I wrote this chapter long ago, but... nah HAHAHA

Lovelots, Arisa~

01 | PERSONAL BUTLER

(y/n)'s P.O.V:

"Hey, hey (y/n)! Wanna play with us?" One of the orphan children walked up to me, inviting me to play in their game 'Hide-and-Seek', interrupting the flow of my hands moving on my sketchpad.

Hell no.

"No I don't. How many times do I have to tell you all that I don't want to play with each one you!?" I yelled in frustration, grabbing my sketchpad, eraser and pencil with me and pushed the boy to the ground, making him cry. I stormed out of the room and ran to the gazebo. I cried in there many times, and it's like my territory now. No one even dared to set a foot on it. So, here's the only place where I can go, and be alone.

My name is (f/n) (l/n), the bitter, snob, 5 year old orphan girl. I never had any memories of my past, neither to my parents. I also never had the motive to find them. It's not that I'm a bad girl, but I just didn't care anymore. What good will come to me by searching my long lost parents? I think they don't even care about me either. They didn't even bother to visit me or just inform me who the hell they are.

I was living in peace until one day...

It was evening. A very dark evening.

The whole orphanage was assassinated. Everybody was killed, murdered. And I just stood there at the bedroom door, and watched how flawlessly the killer killed every each one of them.

And I, stood there and trembled with fear. Fear of dying.

But I thought, what will happen if I just stand here and wait for him to kill me? I need to be brave, even if it's the very last thing I will do. I didn't run, nor hide. I bravely faced him. I took a small umbrella hanging from the cabinet beside me, and charged.

I swinged the umbrella towards his head but he easily dodged it. He lowered his head, and swished his feet to my ankle, making me fall down on the ground, my butt hitting the floor.

He immediately jumped on me, placed his right hand on my left arm, for me to unable to move. He sharpens his nails, and quickly directed it towards my neck. I looked away, crying. Tears falling.

But he stopped at the moment that the very tip of his nails met my skin, making it bleed a little.

I looked at him and I saw his face.

His hair is silver, and white as snow. His eyes are deep blue, swallowing me with mixed sea of emotions. The blood on his face contrasted with the very pale skin of his.

Man, for a killer, he's cute.

His eyes are directly staring at me; his sweat is dripping off his face and hits my neck. He was breathing deeply. Heavily. I gathered up all of my courage and bravely, and asked him my one last question.

"W..who.. are... you..?" I opened my red eyes and his eyes widened.

He backed up, let's goes of my arm and relaxed his hand, making his nails normal again. I sat up, still shivering in fear. But I didn't let him notice.

"Killua." He whispered, looking away. My eyes enlarged at fact that he really told me his name. I never thought that he would answer that stupid question of mine.

" (y/n)." I replied. Well, it isn't fair if he told me his name, and I didn't tell mine, right?

He just looked at me as I tried to stand up, wobbling as I do.

"Woah!" I yelled as my feet turned and pained from the kick that I received earlier from him.

I was about to fall down on the ground, and hit my head on the floor, knocking me out, when someone caught me.

Yup, it's Killua.

I landed on his back, with him kneeling down on the floor.

"Umm...Thanks..." I murmured. Eh? Why would I be thanking the killer who killed my orphan family? Oh well.

"Hold on tight," He said as he stood up, allowing me to wrap my legs around his torso, and my arms around his neck. Jeez,why am I blushing?

"Okay," I replied.

He ran out of the house, taking my last look on it. He ran very fast, incredibly fast for a young boy who seems just as same age as me. Where is he taking me?

And as soon as he was outside the gate, I noticed that it was snowing.

Cold wind blew on my skin, as the little snowflakes gently touch my skin. I also smelled his bloody, yet sweet perfume as the wind passes by.

After a few minutes, we arrived on some sort of place, with an enormous gate that's divided into ten parts. Killua bends down, letting me to get off his back, as my bare feet slowly touches the ground full of snow.

"Oh, Killua-sama, your back!" A fat man from a small room on the right appeared, running towards us. He looked at me who's covered in blood as Killua is, and pointed his finger at me.

"Um, who is she?"

Killua just ignored him and as he grabbed my wrist, he pulled me towards the gate.

"What is this place..." I said as I slowly touched the metal gate, looking at it.

Killua placed both of his palms on the first door, and before he pushed it, he looked at me and said,

"It's my home." He coldly replied. My eyes widened. Really? Seriously?

He pushed the first door, struggling. It budges a little, but it wasn't enough to let us through.

"Here. Let me help you." I said as I walked beside him, joining him. I placed my hands on the cold metal door, and pushed with him. Suddenly, the door opened up with no effort.

We hurried inside as the first door closes, slammed, making a loud noise.

"How did you do that?" Killua spoke and looked at me with enlarged eyes.

"Um... I don't actually know... I just pushed it." I slightly grinned at him, with a little hesitation.

His lips slowly curved into a smile. And I just melted. I don't know how he does that, but it's the first time that I saw his smile, and I am mesmerized by it. He happily looked at me, smiling widely. I don't know if I would smile back. This is actually the first time in my life that I've communicated with someone this decent and long.

"Wh-what?" I can feel my face boiling up, so I looked away, hiding my red face with my black hair. He didn't answer me, but instead, he grabbed my hand, and pulled me up on the hill, running.

"O-Oi! Where a-are you taking m-me?!" I nervously yelled at him, not knowing where on earth I am nor is he taking me.

"Let's go talk to my father, before he leaves for his mission hurry!" He said, dashing to the deep sea of snow in the forest.

Wait, does that mean that I will talk to a veteran assassin?! Is he insane?!

"O-Oi, baka! Are you trying to kill me?!" I shouted, as I whimpered in his tight grip on my wrist.

"Of course not, baaka. If that's my intention in the first place, then I should've sliced your head off earlier at the orphanage." He simply, coldly replied, causing him to stop running, slowly.

"Then why did you spare me?" I asked, as he glanced at me, looking straight through my eyes.

"Well... Maybe that's because you're pre-" He was interrupted by the enormous creature appeared before us.

It was a giant dog.

"Mike!" Killua yelled in alert, and hid me behind him. We tried running away from it, but it keeps blocking the path.

"Mike, let us through." Killua said. Mike just growled at him, and directed its look on me. So, it's their guard dog?

"Killua. Let me touch him." I said, bravely looking back at Mike.

"What are you talking about?! If you take a step away from me, he could easily bite your head off!" He yelled.

"No, he won't." I said, smirking at him. He raised his eyebrows, and I walked beside, then in front of him.

"How can you be so sure?" He asked, grabbing my wrist. Boy, he likes grabbing wrists.

"Umm..." I placed my finger on my chin. "Maybe it's because I love dogs?" I smiled at him as he sweat dropped, and sighed in defeat.

"Fine." He lets go of my wrist, and I faced Mike.

It lowered its head, smelling and growling at me. "There, there, there. Easy..." I said as I raised my arm, and reached for his wet, big black nose. His pure black eyes concentrated on me. He's so lonely.

"So lonely... Don't worry, (y/n)'s here for you..." I said, and finally, my hands met and touched his nose.

"Impossible..." Killua mumbled.

"Ahihi." I said as I slightly grinned at him. He returned a warm smile back, as mine faded, and my faced became rosy pink. I looked away, pouting, and saw his face turn red as well.

"Moe..." He whispered something.

"What?" I asked.

"Ha? Iya, it's nothing, hehe" He replied as he scratched at the back of his head, which is kinda cute...

"Now then," Then all of the sudden, he carried me in a bridal way, and I, was surprised as I can feel his hands, touching my cold skin.

"Waa, what are you doing?!" I yelled as he ran incredibly fast past through Mike, causing me to wrap my arms around his neck. He didn't answer back, as I closed my eyes, and felt the wind breeze hitting my skin.

A few moments after, he stopped running, and dropped me. Yes, he dropped me.

"Ittai! Why did you drop me?!" I said as I tried to stand up, with my butt buried in the cold, frozen snow.

"Ah, my bad." He said without helping me stand up, completely ignoring me, and headed to the building in front of us.

"Arghh!" I groaned, still trying to stand up. Darn this snow!

"Tsk." I heard him scoffed; next thing I knew is he pulled me up, as I ended up landing on his chest.

"Areh?" I said as I opened my eyes, and realized that I was hugging him. I looked up and saw him turning red as he also looked down on me.

"How long are you planning to hug me?" He said, looking away with a smirk. That's really a bad way to hide his embarrassment.

I let go of him, and he walked forward the house.

"Um..." I said as I shivered in coldness.

"What are you standing there for? Killing yourself? Follow me," He said as he looked at me, with poor clothing and short skirt.

"H-hai..."

When we entered the house, dozens of dark-blue suited men welcomed Killua.

"Welcome back and congratulations on completing the mission, Killua-sama." A man with glasses said.

"Hai, hai, kampai" Killua faked, and shooed the other men, pulling me inside with him.

"Who is that girl Killua-sama, if I may ask?" The man with glasses asked.

"None of your business, Gotoh," He said, as we kept walking away from him. The man bowed down and excused himself.

After a few moments walking around their big house, we stopped at a metal door, and it seems that we're already here. I still wonder why he spared me...

"We're here." He said as he knocked and pushed the door open.

Inside, there is a man sitting on a low chair, with a giant dog beside him, something like Mike. But it's a bit smaller.

"How was the mission, Killua?" The silver haired man said, and we sat on the pillow on the ground in front of him. "It was fine, I guess," Killua replied.

"And you are?" He looked at me with those eyes. Eyes that so scary, killing me mentally. "Uh, um... I'm (y/n), (f/n) (l/n)," I looked down, not wanting an eye contact.

"I see. Then, do you know why my son brought you here?" He asked. I just shook my head, and stared at the ground. "Okay. So, Killua, tell me, why did you bring her?"

"Well, I don't actually know," THE HELL. "But I think I sensed something stronger than hatred on her, father."

...

Huh?

"Really? Have you proved your theory yet?" His father asked. "Yes." Killua simply replied. I glared at him, raising an eyebrow. I can't read his thought. What the hell is he thinking?

"Really? How?" His father asked, getting a little more interested in me. "Like how she opened the first gate without giving any effort, and petting Mike even though she haven't met him yet." Killua explained.

"Ohh..." His father glanced at me, staring at me straight through my soul. I uncomfortably looked away, looking in a different direction. "Do you have special training, or in the blood, perhaps?" He raised his eyebrows as he show interest.

"Um, no. I do not have any memories about my past, regarding my parents, sir," I answered with my head down, showing respect. "Okay," Then he pauses and looks at his son. "So, what do you want from her? If you don't have plans for her staying here, we will have to kill her."

I widen my eyes, and placed my hand on my chest. 'Jeez, I'm becoming nervous,' I mumbled to myself.

"Well, maybe she can be my personal butler," Killua said, looking away as he scratches his head.

"What!?" I reacted, leaning over him with my face flushed in redness.

"Wh-what? Got a problem?" He wore a victorious smirk on his face, and looked back to his father. "You did say that we are allowed to pick one butler, right?"

"Yes, I did," He pauses. "However, she shall demonstrate her power in front of me and your mother, and convince us that she is worthy protecting you." His father explained.

"Don't worry father, I'm sure she'll do it," then the silver-haired boy looked at me with those controlling eyes and smiled. "Right?"

"Yes..." Quickly, I covered my mouth, just realized that I fell unto his trap. Crap! What am I going to do!?

"Good! Come on, let's pick your weapon!" Killua pulled me and reached for the door, and before he exits, he looked back to his father. "Thanks, Dad!"

We entered a room currently containing several brute and crazy weapons, hanging from the wall. They're all shiny, sharp, and dangerous.

"So, have you decided what weapon you want?" Killua asked me with his hands on his hips, leaning over my face. "Hm, I can't pick..." I narrow my eyes as I slowly observed and studied every weapon displayed.

"Nee, (y/n), how about this one?" Killua pointed at a big, butch-like knife sword hanging on the wall, with an incredibly huge blade. "Nah, that's too heavy for me," I scoffed, turning down his suggestion.

We entered another room of arsenals, and this time, the weapons are much more specifically classified.

Then my eyes met with a big, red scythe on the wall, contrasting colors with my eyes.

"Killua... How about this one?" I slowly walked towards it, and touched it's handle. A nerve was sent right through my spine, and made me shiver. I think... It's talking to me. "Oh, that? Well, you might find it hard to use and swing because no one has ever-"

"Like this?" I held up the scythe, and twirled it in the air.

"Woah." His eyes went big, and he ran towards me as soon as I stopped the rotation, and held it in my hands. It's heavy...but somehow, it's light... It's actually bigger than me, but it also seems small when I tried to use it.

"You were saying earlier? Sorry I didn't payed attention, I was just so excited trying this out."

"Oh, that? Nah, it was nothing, the important thing is you have chosen your weapon!" He grinned.

"Hehe..." Slightly I smiled and tilted my head sideways, the boy in front of me blushed and looked away as he took my hand and pulled me out of the room together with the scythe.

"Killua..." I called out.

"What?" He replied without looking back, and still continues walking.

"I'm nervous," I stated as I can feel my heart's beat is rising, and my skin begins to sweat.

Is this really nervousness? Is it?

"You're gonna do fine, (y/n)." He smiled at me.

I nodded several times, and we headed for the training area.

-.-.-.-.-

Killua's P.O.V:

From afar I sat, and watched (y/n) prepared for the test that Dad organized, I wondered, 'Why did I spare her?'

I don't actually know, but something is really special about her, I can't just tell it yet.

(y/n) is swinging her scythe around, practicing moves and techniques for the fight. I don't know how she does it, but she's a fast learner. Not to mention her strength. I hate to admit it, but I think she's stronger than me. But of course, she lacks experience, compared to me.

Dad invited few dangerous criminals, and ordered (y/n) to kill them all, good as dead. It must be hard for her, to kill someone for the first time. He sits beside me, and waited as (y/n) deals with the people in front of her.

"You nervous, Killua?" He started.

"What are you talking about?" I looked away, staring at the floor.

"You seemed to like this girl, so you continue to convince me that she's actually strong."

"What the hell are you saying?! Stop sprouting nonsense! Jeez," I scratched my head as I looked back to (y/n) on the arena, tying her black hair high to a ponytail, and flowed gracefully as she did.

"But if she dies, don't blame me," Dad stated. "Tch. She won't die. I'm sure of it." I plastered a smug smile on my face, clenching my first.

(y/n)'s P.O.V:

'Okay, okay, breathe (y/n). You can do this. You need to live.'I calmed myself, slowly gripping my weapon. As I grasp for air, the cage opened, and revealed a muscular man carrying a knife, a big one, and glaring at me as he lick his lips.

"Oh, the child is lonely~ why not come with me?" I narrowed my eyes, since he's blabbing nonsense. "What are you talking about? I want to get out of here, so loneliness isn't my top emotion." I simply replied.

"Ha! Stop talking, and start fighting!" He charged towards me, pointing the knife at me. I easily dodged his attack, and swinged the scythe, and cut his body on half. Woah, this is sure is sharp.

"Woah..." Blood spilled all over the floor, even on my clothes. Red blood dripping from my weapon, as I felt a presence behind me, and immediately, I used the scythe as my shield, and his katana hit the scythe, breaking it in half. I spun the blade around, splicing his head off, beheading him. Then one by one, they approached me, mercilessly attacking me. Luckily, I was able to dodge their strikes, but scratches and cuts are still given.

"(Y/N)!" I heard Killua's voice from afar, and saw his face filled with worry. Then, suddenly, I felt a stab on my back. The blade went through my waist, and saw that it was a sword.

An evil laugh was heard, and I turned around, tried to attack the enemy, but my body was getting weak, loss of blood, so he easily evaded it. My body fell onto the ground, as I swam on my own fresh blood. He picked up a small blade and was about to stab me again, but then, Killua appeared.

He flawlessly killed all the remaining enemies, and finished them in one blow.

'Sugoi... He's awesome...' I mumbled as my vision began to darken.

"Killua. Don't interrupt the fight." I heard his father stopped him from killing the last criminal. "Let go. I've seen enough." His eyes are emotionless, and merciless killed the person, leaving her heartless. Killua squashed the heart, and dropped it on the ground.

"Killua-"

"I said, it's enough!" The boy yelled at his father, and walked towards me. He knelt down and pulled the sword out of my flesh. I whimpered in pain, but managed to endure it. Killua carried me bridal style, which kinda made me smile.

"What are you smiling about? You have a serious wound, baka." He stated. "I know...haha..." I slightly grinned. "Did I do well?" I asked him, as I reached out my hand, making his face touch my hand and spread the blood all over his cheeks.

"Yeah." The boy smiled, and I returned a giggle.

All after that is just pitch black.

And that's it for the first chapter! Some feedback would be appreciated, but I am not forcing you to do so, hehehe. Hope you enjoyed ~

Arisa signing out! ;)