Rider: Why hello there, readers! I didn't see you there. Probably because we're on the internet and I have no idea who any of you are.
Plont: Wait, who are you? Rider… What kind of name is that?
Rider: Excuse me? Last time I checked, Plont isn't even a word.
ANYWAYS, welcome to our new fic, Your Guardian Angel, based on the song by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus. Well, not really based on it, it's really just the name that's based on it. This is our first co-written fic ever, and I'm really excited to get this started.
Plont: Yaaaaaaas.
Rider: Without further ado, let's get this thing started!
Plont: Ye. Let's do this shit.
Disclaimer: We do not own the rights to Your Guardian Angel by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, Hunter x Hunter, or any of the characters used throughout this story (unfortunately). They are all simply being used for non-profit forms of entertainment (and happiness), and we have no affiliation whatsoever with the creators of the Hunter x Hunter franchise.
The first thing he felt was fear. Not the typical type of fear, either. He felt a heavy feeling in his gut deep down. It was more like dread, if anything. What was he dreading? Not even he knew the answer to that question. Perhaps it was the extreme heaviness of the air, emulating the feeling of a thousand stones pressed against his shoulders, or the
pounding of the heavens resonating through the forest, or even the ominous darkness spread throughout the skies above. Maybe it was the combination of all three of them that plunged him into the middle of this pitch-black hellish nightmare he was trapped in. But these woods…
They reminded him of something familiar. Almost like home.
Although he could hardly even see his own hand in front of his face, his keen animal-like senses could make out certain aspects of the forest he was standing in which no other normal person would ever be able to pick up on, even in broad daylight. The quick, successive strikes of lightning allowed him to see, if even for a split second, every detail of the tree beside him. Starting from the three notches near its base, to the ever-so-slightly darker green hue of the leaves in comparison to the tree standing beside it... the boy could see it all.
This wasn't just any forest, this was his forest. The forest he grew up in, the forest he would spend countless hours of the day in during the summer months, the forest that he knew every detail of inside and out. It was the only place in the world that he could roam free and feel one with nature and everything around him. This forest was his sanctuary. His home.
He was on Whale Island.
Making a quick glance to his left, he noticed something he had never before noticed in the forest. Through the darkness, it looked almost like…a pile of wood.. no…. a hut? He was not completely sure, but he was unable to question any further because at that moment he felt a presence coming from behind him at an alarming speed like nothing he's ever sensed before.
Thinking quickly, he jumped up into a tree and looked into the distance behind where he was standing. The only visible object was a platinum silver, almost white, mop of hair glowing in the moonlight shining through a brief crack in the clouds. The mop of silver hair, attached to a body he couldn't make out, bolted past him without a second thought. He noticed something peculiar about the figure that passed by. It was in fact, human. But there was something else that struck him as odd.
There were tears.