DISCLAIMER: I do not own Hunter X Hunter.

Plot: It's time the two boys went to high school. Education is essential, for the young cannot spend their entire life in combat and the supernatural. Mito-san, being a motherly aunt has sent them to Tokyo in order to study, paying with the exchanged Greed Island zennies into yens. Gon, being obedient decides to look for Ging at a later stage. Mito-san entrusted Kurapica and Leorio to take care of them for as long as they can, for they also happened to be working in Tokyo. However, after a few months, it was time Kurapica moved on, and Leorio needs to expand his medical studies in order to be a doctor. The two were left alone to take care of themselves and pay for their rents. For five years, they have lived a life of ordinary boys, a world, where hunters and nen were unknown.

During their HSC year, a new transfer student moved in to Killua's class. She was seen as strange, quiet, and expressionless; a girl who never smiled. Seeing that there was something wrong, Gon decided to investigate on this situation while dragging a reluctant Killua along. As they got to know her better, the reason behind all this is revealed.

Will they succeed on reclaiming her smile…?

"See you at break time!" Gon waved his hand and entered class 12-A. Killua simply nodded and strode into class 12-B.

28th March.

Monday.

8:00 am.

Five years have passed since the day Gon, Kurapica and Leorio had entered his small world. Five years have passed since the Hunter exam, the Celestial Tower, the Zoaldyeck incident, and the dark York Shin City. Five years have gone by since claiming victory of the Greed Island game and the battle with the Chimera Ants. And it was only five years ago, that the motherly Mito-san had enrolled Gon and himself to an ordinary highschool. As she has said, "It's time you boys lead an ordinary life."

The seventeen-year old took his seat on the far side of the room by the windows in the second last row. He had always considered taking the corner seat, the one hiding in the dark, the one where anybody could drift away from society. Unfortunately Mrs. Schmakbaam would not allow students to pick their own seats. She placed the odd numbered class in specific spots in which she thought the students would behave, leaving the back corner seat empty. Killua didn't mind. As long as he doesn't sit at the front, he was fine.

In fact, he probably has the luckiest seat. When the teacher begins her lecture, he would often prop his chin on his left hand and gaze out the window, wandering what in the world would Gon and he himself would do after school. Most of his actions would be concealed by the students sitting in front, and he wouldn't have to feel uncomfortable under the tedious stare of a random kid sitting directly behind.

One of the girls' greatest gossip included naming their 'hottest boys'. No one could miss a school day without hearing the word 'Killua' or 'Gon'. Despite the plain black and white of the school uniform, girls would silently squeal at his outfit; a white blouse with the top button undone, half tucked in the black pants, and a black, striped tie hung loosely around his neck. But Killua doesn't even know or care about his popularity. After all, he was dressed like any other typical boy in his teens.

And there was Gon, his loli-shota partner. Amazingly for the past five years he was able to maintain his sweet chocolate eyes and innocent smile. Naïve and intelligent, Gon performs his best at school, raising his hand when the opportunity arises, or participating in class discussions in the utmost enthusiastic manner. Stranger or not, he would wave, smile, and make comments such as "You look great today!" to anyone he passes. The girls would either faint or fan their flushed cheeks, taking in his comments as playful flattery.

Regardless of the different attitudes of the two boys, they make a great pair for they share a common trait: friendship.

The class chattered excitedly, waiting for the first bell to ring. As usual, Killua stared down at the fountain below as he caught wisps of their conversation.

"-did you hear…?"

"-new student-"

"…creepy."

The bell rung to indicate the start of class. The teacher was unusually late today. About five minutes later, Mrs. Schmakbaam poked her head by the doorway. "When I count to three, I want to step into a class where all students are quiet and seated!" she barked. "One…two…"

The students rushed jubilantly to their places and plopped on their chairs.

"Three!" Satisfied, the teacher marched into the room, clacking noisily on her favourite pair of red high-heels; a typical proud and strict teacher. She stopped in front of the black board and faced the class, shrugging her shoulders to make sure that her red coat was in place. Clearing her throat, she eventually made her short announcement, "Today, a new student will be joining our class, and I am to make sure that all of you will make her feel at home. Be friendly, and show her around the school. Perhaps the library would be a good place to start. And make sure she knows where the girls' bathroom is. Oh, and the canteen as well…"

Poor kid…standing out in the corridor for who-knows-how-much-time-has-passed-by. Killua thought rather sarcastically as the teacher rambled on. At last, she motioned to the hidden figure to enter.

A girl of fragile built stepped in the room, her purple tresses cascading down to her waist. Although it seems like as if she was looking at the class, she was in fact directing her golden eyes at the back wall.

"Mizuka Tayaki." And she bowed her head.

"Now, there's a spare seat in the back corner, right there…behind that boy. Oh, and if you can, keep an eye out for that boy. He's always up to something!" Mrs. Schmakbaam glared threateningly at Killua.

She nodded mutely and headed towards the empty seat, ignoring the piercing glares of jealous girls.

"Now class, let's begin today's lesson…"

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"What's she like?"

"She's like, quiet, weird, and she doesn't show any expression."

Gon observed the new student from the wooden seats and tables. The girl happened to be perched on the silver seats around fifteen metres away, her back facing them as she immersed herself with watching the pigeons on the tree. Nearby, there were a couple of girls murmuring and shooting rude glances at her. "I feel sorry for her."

"You feel sorry for everyone," Killua munched on his crunchy chocolate bar.

"Yeah, but she's got no friends," his friend pointed out. "And she's being teased."

The white-hair boy waved his hand apathetically, "New students always make friends sooner or later so don't worry. Geez…"

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Break was over and the students trudged back to their classes. Class 12-B was overwhelmed with the smell of strong, dark coffee from the teacher's desk. The students wrinkled their noses in disgust as they entered.

Mrs. Schmakbaam immediately launched into a harangue of complex trigonometry. Every word was basically translated to Gibberish as they entered Killua's ear. He stared out the window as he twirled his pen absent-mindedly in two fingers. The teacher finally set class work on the board and instructed the class to work as much as they can until lunch. Killua sighed and stared blankly at the maths text book, then the lined-white page of his exercise book.

For the last twenty minutes, the constant sound of scribbling on paper was beginning to get on the boy's nerve. He turned his head and glared annoyingly at the girl, who was staring impassively at the pen in her grip.

"Would you please, stop it? It's annoying you know," Killua hissed, although there was no need to lower his voice. The class was at a moderately low noise level.

Mizuka spoke in a rather monotonous voice, "It's not working."

"Well, get a spare pen!"

"This is a spare pen."

"Then get another spare pen."

"There is no other spare pen."

"What about the one you mostly use?"

"I don't have one."

Then how the hell did you have a spare pen? Irritated by the little argument, he rummaged his bag for a spare pen and slammed it softly on her desk. "You can borrow mine, but don't make any noise."

The girl picked the pen and stared at it for a few seconds. Killua couldn't tell whether she was fascinated, bored, or even thankful. She placed pen on paper and muttered a soft, "Thank you."

The boy shrugged tiredly and resumed staring out the window. The girls who had witnessed this scene smoked with envy. To borrow one of Killua's possessions is a great honour.

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"…and she's like, 'I don't have one'. If she doesn't have a pen, how did she get a spare pen in the first place? She's such a weirdo!" Killua spoke through mouthfuls of sandwich while throwing his arms up dramatically. "Oi! Are you listening?"

"Hmm?" Gon sipped his apple juice deep in thought. He watched Mizuka who was sitting at the exact same spot. "There's something wrong…"

"Of course there's something wrong with her! She can't even tell the difference between a pen and a spare pen!"

"Mmm, it's not that." His spiky-hair friend tossed the empty juice box in a nearby bin and eyed Killua in a way that shows that he was serious, "One: she hasn't eaten anything. Two: from what you said I can conclude that she doesn't even own a pen. She probably only found the pen, and since it wasn't hers, called it a spare pen. And three…"

Killua turned to examine the new student.

"…she's void of any emotions."

It was true. Her face was deadpan.

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