Killua's POV

He walked into the Hunter Exam site, whistling and skateboard tucked under one arm. Around a hundred of the applicants had already applied, but with his training, he knew it was exactly ninety-eight. The way here was surprisingly easy. A strange looking creature resembling a bean handed him a pin with the number ninety-nine on it.

"Hello," he said, "Please take a number." Killua took the number. "Be sure you wear this on your chest at all times. Be careful not to lose it." With that, the green creature walked away. He inspected the pin with a careful touch. After all, this could be part of the Hunter Exam.

After being satisfied the pin wasn't a secret bomb, he pinned it on his shirt. At that moment, a "large" man in a blue shirt walked by and smiled widely. The number sixteen was pinned on his shirt.

"Hello," he said, "My name is Tonpa." Killua glanced at him with just a brush of his icy blue eyes.

"Killua."

"Hello, Killua-chan!" he said, again with that creepily wide smile.

"Just Killua, please." he glared again.

"Er….okay, Killua." he said, his smile fading a tiny bit, but it was back, wider than ever. "Well Killua, it's nice to meet you,"

"Can't really say the same, Tonpa-san." A little anger hissed its way through his smiling face.

"W-Well anyway, how about we toast to our new friendship?" Tonpa said, holding out a orange juice bottle. At the first sip, Killua knew it was a poison, most likely a laxative.

"Yum!" Killua grinned cheekily, "Thanks Tonpa-san!"

"No problem," Tonpa smirked evilly. Killua walked away, taking note of his surroundings, especially the tense environment surrounding all the applicants. The mass of people in the room had noticeably gotten larger. The door creaked open, and a small, lithe girl walked in. She was wearing a skintight black suit, reaching from her neck to her ankles. She wore a loose white blouse and pants over that. She looked about his age, twelve. As he walked closer, he noticed smaller details, such as the fact that there were several silver chains around her neck, the striking spring green of her eyes, the way her dark hair swished down her back, and the light pink of her lips.

She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.

"Hi," he said, "I'm Killua."

"Hi," she said, with a friendly smile. "I'm Hitomi."