I look up. Mike's coarse fur is scratching the back of my exposed neck. I adjust my legs, trying to shift away, but it is futile. He follows my every move.

Two large and slender legs are extended out in front of me. He is still, and alert. I am waiting with him. Tomorrow is the day he said he would come back, and I've decided that I would camp a ways away from the gate. A large puddle of drool is just a few feet away from me. Yuck.

Mike's heartbeat is slow and steady. Thump. Thump. Thump. I am sitting against his front, pencil in one hand, paper in the other. I never gave up. I was determined to rediscover what I had written that day, even if it was stupid. It was the last positive memory I had with him.

It was something about stars, that's for sure. But it's been a year. How am I supposed to find it now? I thought, repeatedly tapping my pencil against the white surface. The sun was setting. Tomorrow is approaching.

Losing my hope quickly, I doodled his face on the paper.

"Does that look like him?" I ask Mike, holding up my two minute drawing. He acknowledged it by snatching it and chewing it. Sometimes, he's just too much.

I pout, not amused with my companion. Besides Killua, he's my only real friend.

Oh, wait.

"No."

"Why does time move so slowly?" I groaned, softly hitting the bare ground with my fist. Mike's ears perked, but he was not providing any moral support.

This day was cold and foggy. The thick forest surrounding us was silent. No birds, nothing. Just Mike's breathing and my complaining. It was just a few months ago when we were talking about it.

"I just want to leave this place. It's stupid," he would say, trying to keep his cool. He always loses his composure like an idiot.

"And you, Miwa, you're lucky. You can just leave whenever you want to!" Killua yelled, causing scared birds to fly from their nests.

"No one cares about me! That's why I can leave, and you well know that!" I quickly retorted, clenching my fists.

"That's... That's not true!"

"Yes, it is! I'm not stupid! And you're not stupid, either!" I screamed, on the verge of rare tears. Nothing was making a sound except for our raised voices.

"Why don't you just leave, then? If you think no one cares, then there's no reason to stay, right?" he quietly said, looking down.

"I stay because you're here, you idiot."

I frown at the memory. The lead snaps, leaving a mark on the paper. I wasn't making progress, anyways.

Mike shuffles, and I move out of the way. He stands, towering over me, and dartsto the front entrance. I quickly follow, anticipating a familiar face. Was he early? Cool breezes hit my face as I ran after Mike. His fur was ruffled by the wind, and his hind legs kicked behind him as he galloped like a freakish horse. His kind demeanor towards me was never the same for anyone else, not even Killua. The soft yet clearly audible rumble of stone moving against the dirt made my heart pound. Someone is attempting to open the gate.

I continue chasing Mike until we arrive at the doors. Mike remains attentive. Nothing can distract him at this point.

The rumbling stops, followed with the familiar slam. A voice is heard, but it quickly fades. A key turns in the door to the left, and it slowly opens, with Zebro and Killua entering. Blood. Blood is all I see.

"Oh, hello, Miwa-san," Zebro says, "Long time no see, it seems."

I stare at Killua's solemn, blank and blood-covered face. He walks past me without saying a word.

"What happened?" I asked, worry taking over me as he trudges into the jungle. Zebro shrugs like some what of an idiot.

"I assume it was another job accomplished."

No, it wasn't. It wasn't, I think with panic, watching Mike's eyes scan over Zebro's body. I quietly follow, letting my hand trail off his warm side.

I keep a safe distance. He knows I'm behind him, but I'd still rather not be close. He is not okay.

The sun is setting, and everything is covered with a magnificent orange tint. A crinkled leaf falls softly onto Killua's hair. Normally, he would pluck it off immediately, but he did nothing. It remained entangled in silver strands, like a fly in a spider web.

I watch him rub his hands on his bloody shorts, shaking off the minuscule remains. He doesn't continue walking. He doesn't do anything. He hasn't done anything. I start gripping the sides of my pants.

I freeze. He looks back at me with eyes that are empty and dead.

"No."

My eye begins to twitch, like it does. He starts walking again, but I'm scared to follow. Despite that, I coyly trail behind him. His stained hands are shoved into his pockets. He quickens his pace, and I do the same, not wanting him to leave my sight. He breaks into a run, leaving me far behind in his dust. The particles are illuminated by the fading sun.

I frown, but it's obvious that I can't follow him to the mansion, and he knew that. My fingers move my hair and absently trace the scar under my left eye. A crow squawks in the tree to the left of me, and the dirt Killua kicked up has settled down. He's long gone, running to his doom. Tears can't help but well up in my eyes as I stand pathetically.

I decide to head back to the butler's quarters, where my room is. I don't live with the Zoldycks in their mansion. Not anymore, at least. Not since last year.

"You! How could you do this to him!? You've corrupted him! How could you!?"

The memory is throbbing and pounding in my head, like hammers. I wanted to scream that it wasn't my fault. It wasn't.

Instead of glowing rays, moon beams brighten the path I created for myself. The lights of the quarters are visible, indicating that I'm somewhat close.

"We're friends, right? I'm you're friend, right?"

I walk faster.

"Are we friends?"

I start to sprint, only to trip onto a tree root and slam into the dirt. The ground is cold, so cold.

"No."

Yo! I'm Sonomi, pen name of course. Pleasure to meet all of you.

I'll keep this quick!

Italics are for thoughts and flashbacks. If it is a thought, it will be indicated [blah blah blah, I think]. Flashbacks are not indicated, and are usually dialogue. ["Stop being stupid!"]

My lovely OC is named Miwa. A short description of her: Long (about mid-back), black/dark navy blue hair with bangs that generally cover the left side of her face. She has a scar under her left eye (which explains her hair style). She has an overall shy personality, and gets jealous easily. An overthinker. She gets twitches and fidgets with her hands when nervous. Doesn't cry easily, and is generally resilient, unless it is regarding Killua or the Zoldyck family. That's all I'll say for now; the rest you will discover in the story!

Due to school my updates won't be as quick as I'd like, and I apologize in advance. Though, I hope you will enjoy!

I don't own Hunter X Hunter, just Miwa-chan. HXH was created by an awesome dude named Yoshihiro Togashi.