Disclaimer: I do not own Hunter x Hunter, I only own Mitsuki

Chapter 1: From all to nothing

~Mitsuki's P.O.V.~

It was a normal day on the streets. The sun was shining and my mom, dad, sister, and I were on the streets like always, begging for any food. And just like always, the people passed, occasionally a coin was tossed into our little can and we would scramble to my dad who holds the can to see what we got. We were lucky if we got a dime, sometimes people would drop in random metal scraps and then laugh when we saw their little joke. Mommy always scolded my sister and I when we stuck our tongues out at their backs. Even though we weren't living in a house anymore, our family was still together and happy, well somewhat. We managed to survive days without food, my sister, Isabel who was 8, finally learned not to drive my parents crazy with complaints. In the morning I took walks and explored the city while looking for some dropped change or food that wasn't rotten. Although I'm only 12, I'm not that much of a kid anymore. My parents tried their hardest to get jobs but it just wasn't working. Isabel and I try our hardest, too. We walk around and help people who are lost, we usually don't get tipped but it isn't that surprising. My family stays in front of stores, however our location is always changing, it's been like this for a few months ever since we ran out of money and got kicked out of the house. We didn't have any alive relatives so we had no one to really rely on. Everyday my family prays for one thing, a cozy home with enough money to get by. Other kids want things like iPad s and stuff while Isabel and I just want a home. It's not fair how other people actually get their iPads and whatnot, but we are still living on the streets. Day after day, we wait and wait, but nothing happens. As usual I woke and yawned. 'Might as well go on a walk.' It was still dark out but there was enough light to see. I rubbed the sleepiness out of my eyes and crawled to where my mom was sleeping.

"Mom?"

I shook her but no response came.

"Mom?!"

And then I saw it. Her thin jacket was stained red and I turned her over. I screamed and started crying as I looked at the large gash across her throat. I hugged my mom and started praying it was all a dream. After pinching myself and confirming this wasn't a dream I looked at the other silhouettes in the darkness. Although I knew it was true I still crawled over to my dad. "Dad?" I turned him over saw another gash. Still having a little hope I walked over to Isabel. And I saw yet again the same thing, a big gash in the throat. I put her head delicately on my lap and stroked her light blue hair as I sung her favorite song. She was all I had, the one person I could really trust. We always stuck together but now she's... Gone. After I finished the song I cried even harder. "Hey, Isabel? Remember when we still had a home and we stole all of the cookies and ate them?" I smiled a little at the memory, " And that time when we went to Florida on vacation? We splashed each other in the pool and mama and daddy jumped in splashing us even more? Or when we went to the trampoline place and jumped into the foam pit?" I started crying harder if possible and closed my eyes, thinking of all the fun stuff we did together, knowing there would be no more memories with me and her. After what felt like hours of just crying I calmed a little and tried to think. 'Wait, why wasn't I killed?' Footsteps interrupted my thoughts, I spun my head around only for everything to go blank.

I woke up in a dimly lit room. My hands and legs were cuffed to the chair I was sitting on. My arms were aching and I looked down and but my lip to muffle the scream creeping it's way up my throat. On my arms were stitches going from a little bit above my wrist up to my shoulder. After I calmed down a bit I observed my surroundings. It was an all white room with what appeared to be an operating table and a small table with small knifes, thread, and needles and other things. The sight made me panic and I didn't even notice the door in front of me open. I only noticed when a man started talking.

"Hello, Mitsuki."

I stiffened and narrowed my eyes, "Who are you and how do you know my name?"

"I know a lot about you, and I'm also the one who killed your parents and your adorable little sister."

All the memories immediately started flooding through my mind and I started crying... again.

"Why?" I whispered.

"Hmm?"

"I SAID WHY? WHY MY FAMILY? WHY AM I STILL ALIVE?"

The man grinned and took a knife from the table and held it to my neck, "Why are you still alive?" He laughed and stuck the knife slightly into my skin. "I had to have one survivor to answer my questions! But if you'd like..." A dark vibe came from him as he said this, "I can kill you right now."

I shuddered and thought for a moment... 'He already took everything from me so I might as well die...' "Sure, I'll die."

He looked at me with a surprised expression, "Well, I need you alive for certain reasons so... No. But this will get information out of you better..," He took a small knife from the table and stabbed my side.

I screamed in pain and he knocked me out. Later on when I woke up I felt a sharp pain in my side, "I treated your side so you won't die but it still hurts doesn't it?"

He shoved his foot into my side and I started to scream.

"Now then, you might as well tell me."

"Tell you what?"

I could tell there was going to be something wrong.

"Little girl, I'm not joking around so just tell me."

"Again, what are you talking about?"

The man sighed, when he came back he had a little boy that he was dragging by the hair. "I'll do this the hard way then."

I tensed in my seat and looked at the man with a glare that I was hoping would tell the guy to back off but he barely noticed.

"So... What will it be?"

I glanced at the boy and he sent me a look. I could tell right away from his innocent brown eyes that he did nothing.

'I don't want this boy to die, but how will I answer?'

"I'll give you five seconds to answer. Five!"

'I have no idea what he's talking about!'

"Four!"

'I can't answer some smart ass question or the boy will die!'

"Three!"

'What should I do?!'

"Two!"

'Maybe he's bluffing! This is all some sick joke'

"One!"

'But he stabbed me! That's it! I'm just dreaming!'

"Zero!"

The man frowned, "Well then."

He grabbed one of the knives and stabbed the boy's leg. The boy screamed clutching his leg and crying. He screamed louder when the man ripped the knife out of the boy's leg.

'NOT A DREAM! NOT A DREAM! NOT A DREAM! What did I just do?!'

His jeans were slowly turning a dark red as blood escaped his wound.

"Where is it?"

"Where is what?!"

I screamed out. Another attack from the knife landed in the little boys right arm. He looked at me with his innocent eyes and one word escaped his mouth.

"Please..."

"You sick bastard! Stop it!"I yelled struggling against the cuffs that were keeping my arms and legs from moving. "I don't know anything!"

He frowned even more, "You might as well tell me."

He was raising his arm up for another stab and ignored my screams.

"I said stop dammit!"

My arms no longer ached as they ripped through the cuffs , grabbing another knife on the table. I barely realized what I was doing when I took the knife and stuck it into the guys head. He fell to the ground dead. I looked at my arms and remembered that the stitches were there. What was that weirdo talking about... And what did he do to my arms? I sighed and made a face of disgust as I wiped some blood off my face. I was still a little stunned at what happened but I shrugged it off for the time being. I looked at the boy who curled into a ball crying. I keeled beside him and he looked up with a look of fear.

"It's alright."

I said and started crying, he smiled a little and closed his eyes. I waited for him to open then and after a few minutes I checked his pulse. He was dead. I was left alone in the room. I ran out of the room and down a dark hallway, making sure to grab a knife for protection. After what felt like a maze of halls, I flung out the building to greet the sun just before it went to sleep like it did every day. I recognized where I was, I found this place last month while on a walk. It was in the middle of the woods. My parents said it was some old run down mental hospital. I ran in the direction of our home. Maybe I could at least have a keepsake of my family before I left. When I got to the store we were staying in front of, there was nothing but some police tape surrounding the area. I fell to my knees and and cried like a baby for what felt like years. My heart sank and I held the knife to my neck.

'He took everything from me! Why?' I lowered the knife, 'Isabel would be mad if I killed myself.' I don't know what to do. I curled into a ball and thought about what to do next, I ended up falling asleep thinking about my family.