A/N:NO pairings. I never and will never write MainxOC anything. I don't like it. If you do, good for you.
Takes place several months prior to the start of the series. Like, before the Hunter exam, not when Gon met Kaito/Kite.
Update 06-13-16: It's been forever and a few years since I cared about this. I do hope to revise it all because reading my old writing is cringe.
Not Strong Enough
Chapter 1
There was a certain thing about anime and manga.
Depending on the universe, no matter how fake or realistic, people were usually unnaturally strong in a sense. Be it emotional or physical.
Death before their eyes? Cringe. Broken ribs? Walk it off.
Human things could not slow them down because the story needed to progress. Perhaps that's why in the daily life of a shut in, the days could seem so long. Not five months passing as though a few hours, spending the time training or what not.
This shut in was no different. She had been out going, once. A child with many friends and things to be happy about, but then the internet came along and life just broke apart.
This one wished that she was like those big breasted girls. Flawless skin, long hair that would get caught in a doorway, and a pretty, Japanese name that meant "lovely flower" or something. But of course, reality was a thing and she was just her.
No big breasts, boring brown eyes, short and dandruff dusted blonde locks, and a name that meant "bird like." Aleta. Fortunately the curse of acne had left her a period of grace and her pale with a tinge of pink skin remained clear for the most part. Unlike with the majority of fictional characters, she wasn't born with a natural eyebrow arch either. Just the "sort of" pretty girl who usually ended up with an average looking husband living in some unknown town.
Aleta frowned for the umpteenth time while looking at the most recent episode of Hunter x Hunter. The new and Mad House improved version was alright, but she really, really didn't want to stop there. Having no more chapters, again, meant nothing more to read. And with nothing else left, she feared that she'd have to pick a new show. Like Bleach.
Sighing, she returned to another site to look at fan art. There seemed to be nothing else. Nothing to read, nothing to watch, just nothing more!
In the rolling chair she sat, Aleta curled up her legs and pulled her t-shirt, the only covering she had, over her knees. Suddenly feeling sleepy, she placed her head down into her arms and relaxed. Maybe dreaming of the series would be a nice distraction from what she had in front of her.
A warm breeze stirred her and Aleta looked up. It took a few moments to process, but for one, she was not in her stuffy bedroom. It was an alley; alleys were not in bedrooms unless you were homeless. The breeze hit again, gently, but enough to feel a draft below her. Where she had no pants.
Blushing, she pulled the barely one size too big shirt down as far as possible.
But wait, this was a dream right? Yeah! Dreams were crazy like that, so if she rounded the corner, she'd see other people probably naked or something.
Seeing it was her best bet, she padded her bare feet to the closest exist, and promptly cursed as something sharp impaled her foot. Gasping for air, she nearly fell over trying to inspect whatever got her. It was a now bloodied piece of green glass.
Tears in her eyes, she removed the offensive thing with a sharp tug, letting out a cry.
Ok, things were getting a bit too real. Was this one of those bad dreams where she was getting chased by someone eventually? Either way, the pain should never be that clear. In fact, the world shouldn't be this focused. Nor should the faces of a young man along with a small boy who peeked into the alley.
There was something familiar about the pair. The young man had short, black hair, features that clearly said "Asian", and wore casual attire; only his shirt was partially untucked. The boy on the other hand had shorter, chestnut hair with extremely thick eyebrows and wore a martial arts get up. Something familiar indeed.
"Miss, are you alright?" the young man said, concerned.
Aleta stood in stunned silence, her pain temporarily forgotten. Well, forgotten until she placed her foot down again, only for pain to flare up her leg, causing her to inhale with a hiss.
"Did something happen? You're hurt!" Wing exclaimed as he jogged forward, placing a hand on her shoulder.
Aleta's mind worked itself into overdrive, trying to process what exactly was going on. Unable to form a coherent sentence, her world went black with the fading sounds of someone calling out to her.