Hello Minna-san!

This is my first time writing a fanfiction. English is not my first language…sooo there will be grammar and spelling mistakes. Please help me improve my writing by commenting about things that I should fix! Thanks! Oh I forgot something. Killua might be a little OOC so..uh…comment…and I'll try to fix his OOC-ness. Yeah. Okay. That's all for now. Enjoy~

Killua: The baka author does not own hunterxhunter, and she definitely does not own me.

Me: Awwwww. But I do own my OC. She's copyrighted. No stealing. Or I call Illumi to kill you.

Killua: Shaddup and write the stupid story, moron! *kicks*

Me: Okay. Geez. Calm down old man. *runs*

Killua: -giant tick mark- What did you sayyyy?! *chases*

Prologue- The Great Escape

Some people might say that a curse can be a blessing. Others say that a curse, well…is just a curse. For me, I'm with the "Others". Ever since I was born, the people in my village hated me, except for my parents. If it weren't for them, I would've killed the villagers already, heh. Thankfully, they loved me and I am able to become the person I am today.

You see, I have two types of personalities. Let's just say the first one is the 'dark' personality and the second is the 'light' personality. My 'dark' personality is the deadly, serious, awfully frightening personality. The 'light' one is the bubbly, childish, fun, innocent personality. I don't whole control of my personality changes so one second I can be laughing my pants off from your joke and the next wanting to kill you. The times that I can control it is when I'm in my childish personality. However, once I am threatened/ scared/ emotional, I change and you're screwed. Heck, sometimes I can't control it even when I'm in my childish state.' It's hard to change back once I'm in my 'dark' personality.

But it's not just the personalities that mark me as cursed. It's actually the appearance I take on during my phases. It all started when I was born…

-12 years ago-

"WAHHHHHH-WAHHHHH" the newborn cried. All the villagers gathered around the mother who was panting with exhaustion from labor. She smiled with tears in her eyes at the baby.

"Hey Sora, mommy's right here. Shhhh, don't cry." As if hearing her mother's soothing voice, the pink haired baby stifled and stopped crying. The baby opened her eyes and the villagers gasped.

"A red eyed demon." An elderly woman whispered.

"She's cursed!" A man yelled.

"Get away from her, darling!" A woman screamed at her husband.

"It's a witch! A Shinigami! Let's kill her before she kills us all!" Another one cried.

"No! Leave my wife and baby alone!" A man with blue hair stood in front of the mother and the so-called "demon".

"That's right. If you want to kill my child, you have to go through me." The mother said fiercely. The elderly woman stepped up. "But Manami, it's a demon. It can possess you and slowly kill you!"

"I don't care. I only know that this child is mine. I love her." The woman replied. The man touched her shoulders affectionately, and said, "Our child." He looked up at the villagers.

"Very well. We will not kill this demon. But if anything happens to our village, or the villagers, your child is to blame. Then we will not hesitate to burn her on the stake." The elder told them. "Even if we have to get rid of you two," She added with a glare and left. The villagers followed.

The woman and the man looked at each other and smiled softly. "We'll do anything to keep you safe," they told the little sleeping baby.

-5 years after-

"Mommy! I'm home!" a pink haired girl kicked off her shoes and ran into the house. Her mother, Manami, was doing the laundry and looked over at her. "Welcome home, Sora! How was the first day of kindergarten?"

"It's great!" she lied quickly, not wanting to worry her mom. None of the kids played nor talked with her. Not one spared her a glance.

"What did you eat for lunch?" her mother asked.

"We ate rice, and uh…miso soup?" She lied again. No one gave her any food. The kindergarten teachers ignored her when she asked for food. She sat alone in the classroom while the others ate lunch in the cafeteria.

"Huh? That's weird. I thought you guys had fried eggs and sausages today. I have the lunch menu." Her mother scratched her head confused.

"No..uh…the cafeteria lady ran out of eggs." She lied lamely and changed the topic, pointing at the laundry. "Mommy, do you need any help with that?"

-5 years later-

"Sora, where did you get those bruises? And why are you coming home so late" Her dad asked worriedly. The sum was already going down. She didn't answer and looked at the ground. Every time she went home, the older kids chased her around cussing at her. When they caught up to her, they push her to the ground and take her things from her bag. One time when she tried to stand up and get her bag from them, one guy punched her in the stomach. Luckily, it was on the stomach and her parents did not see it. She tried to find other ways to go home without them finding her. However, like bloodhounds, they always did.

Today, she walked through the forest to get home and little did she know that they were hiding in the trees. After they had beaten the crap out of her, she trudged home covered in dirt. It took her more than 3 hours to get home. Her mother lifted her head up and smiled, "Sora, you can tell us."

"S-someone…no," She quickly shook her head. She knew she shouldn't make her parents worried. "I fell."

"That doesn't explain why you have bruises all over your body." Her dad furrowed his brow.

"Haru, dearest, I think someone pushed her." Her mother said. Her dad snapped. "I should've known! I'm such a failure as a dad!"

"No! That's not it! Mom and dad are great parents! I fell! It doesn't matter." She said eyes wide.

"Sora…It's okay to tell us the truth. We're your parents after all. We care for you." Her mom said smiling gently. She looked at the ground. Her eyes blurred. Her shoulders shook. Tears dropped on the ground. Suddenly, she felt arms around her, soft, warm, and protective. She never felt so safe in her life.

"Oh Sora." Her parents hugged her.

-1 ½ years later-

"It's all your fault! You made Manami and Haru die! You demon!" villagers screamed and cursed at her .

The rain poured down on her head like a waterfall. Her black dress was soaked. She looked at her parent's graves. No one came to visit or mourn for them. No one…except her. She remembers the words they said the night before. "Sora, we will always watch over you. Continue being who you are. We love you, remember that." It's like they knew they would die. She kneeled and laid down the flowers she had on their graves.

"Mom, Dad, I love you. I'll miss you. I'll be a good girl." Her voice cracked as she pleaded. "Please come back. Please. I'm so lonely. Please." She broke down. She can no longer distinguish if the liquid on her face are tears or rain. Their voices ran in her head. "We love you…we love you…we love you."

She slowly stood up. "I'm going to be strong," she said. "I won't cry anymore! I will make you proud!"

Her eyes determined and her long pink hair fluttered in the wind.

-2 months later-

She was tied on the stake. Her pink hair stuck to her face and neck. Her face was covered with sweat. blood, bruises and cuts. Her clothes were ripped. She looked at the villagers. They glared at her and shook their fists.

"We should've killed her a long time ago!" one said angrily. The villagers nodded and screamed curses at her.

She never felt so scared in her life. I'm going to die. I'm going to die. I'm going to die. She felt an odd sensation and someone said. "Shut up. You guys are the ones who's gonna die." It was her voice. Yet she had no control over it.

The villagers gasped and pointed at her. "Her hair turned black!"

"She is truly a demon!" others yelled.

She looked at her hair. It was black. She smirked. "Heh, so what?" She looked behind her and smiled sweetly. "You know, these ropes are too loose. I can easily break out of them. Tie them tighter next time, ne?" The man holding her gulped and started sweating. The ropes were tied with a difficult knot. She couldn't get out right? "Hehe. Wrong. Watch this." She said as if reading his mind and snapping the ropes.

The man looked in awe until he felt a presence behind him. A cold metal blade was against his neck. She said to him. "Any last words? No? Okay then." Slice. Blood dripped down her cheeks.

The villagers looked in shock and screamed as they all ran away. She walked calmly into the forest and out of sight.

"I'm so bored. Maybe the Hunter's Exam will relieve my boredom." She whispered to herself.

-to be continued-

So. How was it? Boring? Stupid? Weird? Please let me know by commenting :D I would really appreciate it.

Killua: It was...

Me:Yes?

Killua: ...nevermind.

Me: WHAT IS IT?! TELL ME!