Based on the manga series "Hunter x Hunter" by Yoshihiro Togashi.
Prologue
The first time I saw him, leaning against the street lamp with a red, crumpled chocolate wrapper in his right hand, it was my eighteenth birthday. Silvery white hair reflected the yellow rays of light in a way that gave the young man a hazy, dreamy look. After a few moments of staring ahead, he lifted his arm to throw the chocolate wrapper in the bin located a few metres behind him, hitting it without looking at it. I was in a white flowy dress; I haven't figured out why to this day, I'm not the type to wear flowy dresses. But evidently, our first meeting was destined to be this way; him surrounded with his usual otherworldly manner, me hiding my real self in a misleading attire. It's kind of cheesy to relate our meeting to destiny, but it sure felt like it. I suspect that the feeling was the foreshadowing of the turns our relationship -if you can call the addictive, vertiginious whirlwind we two let ourselves blow us about, not able to let each other go but getting torn away in exchange, a relationship- was going to take in the future.
The second thing I remember about that night was Killua pushing himself away from the lamp post and me, the newly-licensed contract hunter who was too impulsive to specialise in one field, following him on a whim - the way I did everything I did. Not thinking. Not perceiving. Definitely not like an assassin. Of course, I had no idea what I was getting myself into. Only a vague sense of something being out of the ordinary.
I was right about this one, though.
From his angelic hair, to his devilish name; not a single thing about Killua Zoldyck was ordinary, after all.