Disclaimer: This is a Fan-fiction story made by yet another adoring fan wishing there was more HunterXHunter for the world to see...I'm still sad Togashi had to re-enter Hiatus once more, but I will write on for him! I hope his back gets better.
This chapter contains made up animals, fishing rods and other fake plants to go with my originality. (More like too lazy to bother finding real names of things...)
The Original Character will not be overpowered and inexplicably strong. I have no idea how things will turn out, but I don't plan on making Nanami a hopeless spectator who only comments and changes nothing. She will develop in time.
After all what is life if you just simply watch a story and not partake in it?
[ Chapter 2: From X Whale X Isla' ]
Reincarnation was a funny thing really; it wasn't something that could be shared on a whim with your family -at least not without valid proof.
It was truly an ordeal when I got the nagging sensation in the back of my head whenever I come across something similar that related to my past life. It was always either something small or nostalgic or sometimes it was crucially urgent memory that responded with a cranial implosion of fear and panic. The sensation was reminiscent to that of shock.
Let me tell you -I never felt good after one of those.
Even so, I was quite grateful that I was never the one with great memory anyway, so the sensation wasn't very frequent. Especially since my old life did differ and did not trigger any more shock episodes.
As you can guess, technology was not very trendy on Whale Isla'. So T.V wasn't all that great. Since, we still had T.V's dating back from the 'stone ages.' It wasn't worth the crappy quality to keep watching. It didn't help that our Television was older than both my lives combined. . With the crappy antenna it was no wonder I lost interest so fast.
I'm not a fan of corny soap-opera's.
Typically speaking T.V truly paled in entertainment. I felt more inclined to going outdoors so could spot the unique wildlife and water the plants in our greenhouse. However, with unique wildlife came aggressive and savage predators
It was common for all islanders to be aware of warning signs and keep off Foxbear territories. Female Foxbears with a litter of cubs was easily the most dangerous creature on the island. With other predators and territorial Foxbear males roaming around.
The wildness of the small island was what attracted many animal enthusiasts from all over. It was all raw nature in its finest. Which is why all islanders had to be extra cautious. I can't count the times I've nearly been poisoned by the deadly Blue-Banana Jumping Spider or the times I came close to eating a Toxinacara Mushroom.
Whale Islá was also not very heavily populated either. Its economic status was solemnly relying on the fish trading businesses and tourism to keep her running. The sea bass species that were high the market where the very same spotted south west of the island not too far from the cavern areas. According to many friendly fishermen, the waters in the area could be quite unpredictable and that only sailor's native to Whale Islá waters were bound to navigate naturally as opposed to fishermen from the Zafro'nian area...
With a tired sigh I crack and pop the air bubbles in my knuckles and joints. I had been watching the shop for Grandma all morning and I had finished restocking any merchandise running low. I even had the liberty to start taking apart my P90 Z-series fishing rod to kill time and to see if I could piece it back together. Judging by the parts still scattered on the counter -I still hadn't finished putting it back together.
It was a tad difficult removing welded pieces apart without proper pliers and brute elbow grease.
Well, you did have to wonder why on earth I had owned a rod…right?
There was only so much you could do until you got a little bored. Fishing was okay. It brought back the feeling of nostalgia deep within my heart. My Dad from my old life had taken me fishing near the rivers of our old town when I was about four. I only allowed myself to think of my other family when I was fishing on my own. As much as it pained me, I had to move on. That life wasn't mine anymore. I just prayed and hoped they didn't miss me too much. I wouldn't want my family to cry over me.
I was fine now.
Brushing my fingers against the cool metal I gave a long defeated sigh. "I'm...Fine."
"Are you really?" My head whipped to see a woman around her late twenties with ginger hair approach me. Her long beige dress flowed gracefully behind her.
"Ah, Miss Mito. I didn't hear you come in. " I admitted sheepishly. Being caught moping was embarrassing.
...Let alone talking to yourself.
"We don't need formalities Nanami Dear. I've known you since you were biting the ankles of your Grandmother!" I began to move the fishing rod parts away from the counter in case she was planning on purchasing an item. On the island it was a very common ideal to call a neighbor your Aunt, Uncle, Don' or Dona as the whole community considered one another as Family. I was still very iffy with giving people such a suffixes.
"Is there anything I can help you with Miss- I mean Aunt Mito?" She peered at the shelf of de-boning blades and then eyed the dismantled fishing rod. I had kept it over a white cloth to keep from losing the part and staining the counters with oil and grease.
"No it's alright. I've been planning on getting a new set pliers and blades for work. The last one set had finally dulled out. You know how it is and how dangerous dull blades can be. I'd rather not risk a company lawsuit so I thought buying another set would suffice."
Aunt Mito worked as a Fishmonger, a very common and secure job mainly dominated by women.
I made my way over to her and gave her some recommendations on filers and oil-polishing products for her new set of blades. She wasn't at all surprised at the amount of knowledge I held. My Grandmother was very adamant on teaching me to be able to effectively run the store. Not saying that living a past live didn't help at all. I had a job back then too, so it was easy to get the gist of things.
I had been home-schooled. Aunt Mito actually had me teach her nephew a few times over the phone. Poor kid was almost as dumb as a rock when it came to math. The kid was cute, he resembled that of an actor from my old life with sun-kissed skin, pearly whites and spikey crew cut hair.
What was his name again? Taylor Luther? Taylor...Lautner?
Anyway, Being home-schooled was a lot more easier than having to deal with making two boat trips a day would be too expensive and pointless. With the home-school process we just had to make once a week trips to the mainland to turn in all of our assignments and receive the next week's stack of homework.
Since Aunt Mito's nephew happened to be one of the only kid's my age, I was always accompanied by Aunt Mito to turn in assignments. From what I could tell was that Aunt Mito did shelter him a lot. I think too much, but I had no room to talk. I had been sheltered at some point in my old life.
"Oh! Gon has been getting quite rambunctious lately since I've allowed him out of the house more often. He doesn't really have anyone to play with and he's been wanting to see you. I was wondering if you could keep an eye on him for me while I work tomorrow. My mother will be at home all day so don't worry too much about being alone. I'm just worried about him running off into the woods by himself."
A nagging itch rang in the back of my head but I complied anyway. "Sure. I haven't really had the chance to really talk to him. I can hang out with him tomorrow. What time do you need me there?"
"Well, my shift starts bright and early as you can imagine. How about at six-thirty in the morning? I'm sure Gon will beat you to the door before you even arrive at the doorstep. He likes to eat breakfast with me before I head off to work."
In another world six in the morning to babysit would probably be ridiculous, but in a small-town where you all know one another it was common to see each other in the streets as early as four in the morning.
"No problem. Grandma likes to wake up nice and early too. I usually make her some tea and breakfast before she heads to the shop."
"Very well then! I'll see you tomorrow morning Nanami!" I helped bag her items into her rucksack and I waved back politely when she left.
"Thank you Aunt Mito. See you soon!"
By the time I got up it was about five in the morning. I simply showered and packed a few things in my bag to keep myself from getting bored. I still had to reassemble my rod but that could wait until I got home. Babysitting Gon came first. I think he was around eight? My head drummed numbingly into the back of my skull but I shrugged it off and drank some homemade tea made from a blend that a kind fisherman recommended for nausea and headaches.
I wondered if my migraines were brought on by my shock episodes.
The walk to Aunt Mito's house was a good Twenty-five to Thirty minute walk uphill to her cabin. That is if you could really call it a cabin. It was much better than my modern home back in my old life that's for sure.
As their 'Cabin' came into view I could already see her nephew beaming and waving excitedly in my direction. He must have heard me coming from that far. His short spiky looked a little heavy; suggesting he showered early too. I was pretty sure that his smile was bright enough to light the streets at this hour.
That nagging sensation was coming back again, but I tried my best to ignore it.
It would be embarrassing to start spazzing out in front of them.
"Good Morning Nanami!" Gon greeted cheerfully as he opened the door.
"Good Morning." I greeted back kindly as I fixed the strap on my bag. The hissing sound behind Gon caught my attention and my mouth watered as soon as the smell of cinnamon and maple syrup filled my nose.
"Something smells good." I commented while humming in delight before inhaling more of the delicious scent. "Is Aunt Mito cooking up breakfast? I wish I had home-cooking like that."
"Ah, Yeah! Aunt Mito is making omelet's and cinnamon bread! Would you like some?" He asked while I followed him inside after leaving my shoes at the door mat.
"Omelet's at this hour...?"
"Yu-P!" He said with a long deliberate pop. I looked around his house and noted how warm and inviting the place really was. I realized that it was still a little dark outside because of daylight savings time and they had all the lights showing just how active they were at this hour. "Aunt Mito says it's better to eat a hardy meal in the morning that way we have lots of energy!"
"Have you eaten breakfast yet?"
"Ah-No, Not yet." Gon admitted while scratching his cheek. I stared at him blankly before snickering.
"You still need more energy than you have now? What Are you planning on doing today? Run around the island a thousand times?"
"Nope! Even better! I wanna go play hide and go seek in the forest today!"
"In the forest? Well, we can ask Aunt Mito if she lets us after you eat breakfast."
Aunt Mito walked out of the kitchen doorway and smiled warmly at us. "Good Morning Nanami. Won't like to join us for breakfast? You're earlier than expected, nut that's okay."
"Are you sure? I don't mean to interrupt and just eat your food."
"Nonsense! Come on in! Gon, can you get the extra silverware for Nanami?"
"Okay!" Gon raced cheerfully towards the dining room and I followed in a leisurely pace with Aunt Mito.
"I suppose I can't turn it down. It smells too delicious."
The meal was a little awkward at first, but Gon and Aunt Mito were very easy to talk to. Mito asked me many questions about what my hobbies where and what I wanted to be when I was older. Something told me in the back of my head that bringing up anything involving Hunters was a bad idea. We talked for a little while and Gon gave me his input. Despite Gon's young age he seemed to be very open minded and accepting. Normally children are very aggressive with their ideals and refuse to believe anything other than what they think is right in their eyes. If they saw you as a, I quote "stinky-poopy-head" then that's how they would always see you.
Gon was different. He tried his best to see through your eyes and rationalize your choice. It was sweet and endearing.
Mito looked over at the small rooster clock on the counter and began to pick up her plate. I stopped her and told her not to worry about it. "Don't worry. Gon and I can clean up the mess for you." She stopped and stared before sending a warm smile.
"Okay then, I'll leave it to you."
"Gon, make sure you let Grandma know when you're leaving the house with Nanami. I don't want you to get into trouble."
"Yes, Mam'!"
"Nanami. Please keep an eye on him okay?"
"I will watch him like a hawk Mam'."
"Good girl. I'm off then. I'll be back before Dinner."
We watched as she walked off in the distance and shut the door and locked as a habit to stay safe. It may seem relevant in my old life, but out here, nobody liked to look their doors as a show of trust Still, I never took any chances. Gon beamed at me and started tugging me to his room. "C'mon! I have a really neat board game Aunt Mito gave me for my birthday!" I smiled at him and noticed the picture of a man I hadn't seem on the island. He was undoubtedly handsome and was wearing a tan turban as he crouched in front of a motorcycle. His Olive hair was contrasted by his hazel eyes, they were piercing and beaming with confidence.
"Who's that?"
"Oh..! That just...Ging. My father."
"Ging…" Ging? Gon? Mito...Where did I hear this before...?
"I'm Gon!"
"Killu-"
"Take that back Leor-"
"Kurapi-"
"I'll wipe the filthy Kurta bloodli-"
"You will not be a Hunter!"
It was like a thousand voices attacking my brain. Flooding with memories that once laid dormant in the Ether-Nano of death. I recognized the cartoon faces, but it was all wrong. Mito and Gon where real people...not cartoons. That's why I couldn't connect the pieces...The image of their real faces did not connect to the animation and comics..
Holy Shit...
"Nanami!"
"Gonnmm?I donmm't feemml so..."
A/N: The whole calling your neighbors Aunt, Uncle, Don, or Dona is actually a real thing in small Latino Communities. My parents are from Oaxaca, Mexico and in their small village most of the things I describe here are very common. Like kids under Ten making their way uphill to get bread or dough to make tortillas. I'm relying on their lifestyle for Gon and Nanami's background. The closest thing I've gotten to fishing was going to a fish farm. It's kind of cheating if you think about it. Hahaha!
I hope I haven't made this boring. I just can't write a story where you have no way to relate to the OC. She will not be fainting all the time by the way. So please don't assume that she's going to play damsel in distress. I will however give her limits to her strength in the future. I know it's a tad cliche, but bear with me!
Any suggestion on how their friendship dynamics would be? Am I making this hard to read?
Remember! Reviews & Follows give me the incentive to update! Give me your strength. I read them all and they make me smile. I will not respond as a traditional way to keep myself from spilling any beans...but do throw your ideas out there! They might just inspire a situation I can add!
