Hi guys I'm finally back!

Gomen (I think this means sorry in Japanese if not sorry) I'm so sorry!

I have been having huge writer's block! Some of you are like "well then take a break." But I don not like to take breaks from writing.

And (Yes more excuses my friends) as weird as this may seem I really hate typing it's just very annoying. My imaginary secretary asks why do I still type chapters? Well writing is very addicting for me even if I'm not the best.

I've also been mourning over my hair cut. :( I used to have hair that was 15 inches long as the shortest (as in shortest strand) this was from ear to end! It was really long now it's only 6 inches! Girls are very self conscious mind you.

Anyways on to some other stuff!

Disclaimer: I do not own HunterXHunter, if I did then I would be arrested for stealing Killua, Gon, and all the other HXH characters (fangirls are the police.)

Enjoy!


Chapter 8

Last chapter:

I gulp audibly and saw Hisoka.

I wouldn't mind that cookie now.

What's Hisoka doing here? I thought he was supposed to grade those worthless tests he makes us do!

"Hello Miss Mika," He greeted with an eerie tone etched in his voice,"I see class is going well for you."

I growl "What are you doing here Hisoka-senpai?" I asked making no attempt to be formal. Why try with the school girl act?

"Miss Mika I'm so hurt you don't like me~ You don't like me?" The clown was annoying as ever.

"Of course not."

I just wanted to see how you were doing~ No need to be mad." The clown smirked at me. "By the way there's a dance coming up- back to school one this Friday."

I hated dancing or social events in general.

Anyways, deciding not to get mad all over again I turn on my heel and 'tantrum' away.

What a clown of a teacher.

Something I noticed as the second week flew by was the fact that I didn't make a single friend. Not that it bothered me. But I found it strange; from what I've seen people tend to suck in the new girl at school.

That reminds that I have to meet the popular girls today. Wonder what they want.

I walk home with my backpack slung over my shoulder and pant as I walk up the giant hill and back down.

The sky was dull and dark signaling that it was fall.

Since I had to cross the street I did that thing when you look left and right so you don't potentially get hit by a car.

Left.

Right.

Left.

I begin to cross the street and hear a something that sounded similar to the honk of a car.

A sleek, black car was speeding toward my direction.

What the hell?

I try to run for it but it was a yard away and I knew that this was my last day as Mika Yamamoto- 14 year old girl that has a yummy chocolate chip cookie waiting for her at home and-

I feel my face being planted onto the gravel and something heavy push me.

The next few minutes were a blur.

I saw a flurry of car lights, screeching, honking, chaos, and the heavy thing I felt (probably the impact of the car.)

The heavy thing on me was strangely warm and comforting and I will say this for the umpteenth time- it was really heavy.

If this was death it wasn't so bad- I mean at the moment it smelled like chocolate and was warm. Although I do have a chocolate chip cookie waiting for me at home.

Maybe I should have looked that extra left.

I found myself tied to a chair and saw two people standing in front of me I soon realized it was a familiar man and Killua.

"What do want?" I asked knowing I had this dream before.

"You have it don't you?" the man said.

I groan, "This again? Have you come to haunt me in my dreams the third time in a row?"

That was a bad choice.

The man makes a gesture towards Killua and I feel a gun barrel being pressed to my forehead.

This makes me pause for a moment- wasn't that man dead from las time?

"I thought you were on my side. You saved me last time." I tell the man feeling betrayal.

He blinks and says nothing.

"But I won't be killed this time won't I?"

"Think again." Killua says with no emotion; he presses the barrel closer to my forehead.

I try not to fidget knowing it was a sign of weakness and I'm not the type of person to give in.

Killua decides to speak again, "We are looking for the object your parents tried so hard to get and paid a cost for it Mika. The amulet."

"I don't have it didn't I tell you? If I did it would be confiscated in my room- you can check there if you want."

"Don't get cocky." Killua almost spat. What was with him?

"I know this is all a dream- you can try to kill me but I will still be alive in reality." I try to calm down and reassured myself.

Hearing a click I begin to panic (again) and look for a possible route out. Then I saw something I never seen before in the room.

A map.

More specifically; the map of the amulet.

I scream, and my eyes that were groggy from sleep, snapped opened.

Ginormous honey liquid orbs look down at me; anxious and worried- the type a mom would have. "Are you alright Mika?"

"Gon?" I say dumbly, fully awake by now.

"Um... Killua saved you if you want to know." Killua was that giant heavy thing that was on me?

"O-oh, give him my thanks." I tell Gon awkwardly. Is it not weird thanking you sworn enemy who- by the way- saved you?

"It's fine," Someone (guess who?) at the doorway said, "I'm right here."

Gon gives me a reassuring smile then practically runs out of the room muttering that I could use more privacy.

Once Gon is out, Killua invites himself inside (although it's where he lives) and sits at the foot of his Japanese styled bed.*

"Hi."

"Hey."

We both stare at each other with hatred and cause sparks between us. Killua breaks our staredown which seems childish all the sudden.

"At least I saved you instead of sending you to the hospital this time." He smirks.

"Yeah..." I reply alarmed by his tone.

His deep blue eyes study me carefully.

"Why do you hate me?" he asks me after a moment of uncomfortable silence.

"I really don't know. Maybe it's because you always act like a jerk. Or the fact that you hate me."

"Who said I hate you?" He said with a pure look of confusion- so maybe he doesn't hate me at all! "I just don't like you." Killua continues bluntly.

Argh! I knew he would pull that one out of his sleeve! The little bastard.

"This is the exact reason I hate you."

Our fluffy haired assassin seemed a bit taken aback but composed himself shortly. "You seem to have anger issues don't you?"

"Shut up."

"Alright maybe."

We become silent and I take that as a sign that we don't want to rip each other's head off.

I notice the room was littered with chocolate wrappers and had a TV set with a game station and computer. The air smelled like chocolate (exactly what Killua smelled like) and like snow? The door was one of those Japanese styled sliding doors that had a wooden frame surrounding a paper covering. Other than that the room was kind of plain.

I tried to position myself in a more comfortable position and wince in pain.

Killua reached out and helped me I jerk away and feel heat rush to my cheeks. Why am I blushing? I don't like him do I- no, it's just that I'm not used to being touched or helped in a manner I'm certain of it.

He fluffs the pillow and I mutter an embarrassed thanks and suddenly remember something.

"Killua, what time is it?" I asked panic stricken.

"You were out for 2 or 3 hours so it's around 5 or 6 pm." He said, "Why?"

"I'm supposed to meet someone at 7." I remember those popular girls- then my mom. She's going to kill me.

"Gon will hate it if I let you go before you heal."

"It's not that bad."

"Says the one who couldn't even sit up by herself."

"Know-it-all."

"Baka."

"You have a 3 inch scrap below your knee, since I might have pushed you too hard. And a couple of bruises , cuts, and I think a cold."

"When did I get a cold?" I asked incredulously.

"When you thought it was smart to run outside wearing nothing but a sweater- and when it's 12 degrees and raining!" His voice was getting louder as he emphasized on that last part which somehow managed to make me feel guilty.

I turn around and face the wall.

"Anyways I need to clean up your scrape." He said calmly.

I shift back and wait for him to clean it but he stops.

I tilt my head to one side and ask why he wasn't doing anything.

"The scrape is on your upper thigh..." Killua's pale face was bright pink by now and I could feel mine was too.

"Um..."

"So you have to roll up your skirt."

I hate you skirt so much! The heavens must really hate me! First I almost get trampled by a car, but guess who saves me? None other than my sworn enemy, and now my own choice of clothing turns against me! Why can't girls just wear pants- it would save me- I mean us a lot of trouble.

I reluctantly push up the hem of the skirt until it stops right above where the injury begins. It was the most disgusting thing I ever seen. (Rated T part comes in, I really don't think 8 year olds should read the description of this.) There was a mix of blood with pieces of gravel in it. The skin around it was peeled and fleshy.

Wonderful.

Killua moved fast but seemed sure as he first picked out the pieces of gravel then cleaned the area around it. He moved on to the eye of the storm.

His hands were really warm and were surprisingly nimble this did some good knowing that I was freezing at the moment.

I wasn't warming up to this jerk was I? Well he is the one who saved me and all. Although the last time I forgave him I ended up hating him all over again.

Why is he so frustrating! I think I know how he works but then he figures out some other way to twist it! I will probably never figure him out.

After he finishes cleaning up my wound he stood up and walked out of the room.

I felt oddly disappointed inside. Was I expecting something? Did I really think he was going to ask me to the dance? That's ridiculous- although I guess I was just disappointed no one has even bothered to ask me.

I snuggle back into the soft, fluffy blanket and dream about chasing Killua around with a giant net.

I woke up early around 3 am and felt way better than the night before.

Standing up I decide to do a little exploring until I couldn't feel my legs anymore.

My feet padded around the floor and stopped at the door slowly sliding it open.

The ground was cold and I really wished I had brought a blanket (A/N: Fun fact! If you do not know I still make blanket capes which is practically a blanket tied around your neck that resembles a cape.)

I walked along the halls and heard muttering in a room.

Should I go in? I shrug, why not?

"Well she's here right now."

Was he talking about me?

"I know."

"Don't worry, it will happen soon enough."

What will happen?

"Hold on."

I heard Killua puts down a phone and walk towards my direction.

He's coming this way!

My heart is willing to pop out of my chest any moment. When he figures out that I'm eaves dropping he will kick me out or never speak to me again or worse get really mad.

The footsteps stop.

I peek up and see Killua standing in front of me.

Busted.

Killua's POV

"How much did you hear?" I ask firmly.

"Bits."

"I thought you weren't the one to eavesdrop- after all that's what you told me- I shouldn't be listening into other people's conversations."

She looks at me in confusion but realization replaces it instead. She remembers.

Shifting to one foot to the other she finally replies, "Sorry."

How could she just say sorry? Does that solve anything?

Mika noticed that I was in a very unforgiving moment and said, "Equivalent exchange."

"What?" was my dumb reply.

"I tell you something, like a secret for example, and you tell me something that is worth the same value, like another secret. This way we won't be eavesdropping on each other's conversations. Since we always end up stuck together everywhere."

I blink.

I'm really surprised she didn't retort back with the angry fist. Well at least she's improving.

I speak up once more, "Alright we'll spill some secrets in my room."

"That was your room!" She yelled more than asked.

"Uh, yeah."

She brushed off something which turned out to be nothing. I frown, don't tell me she thought she had Killua germs or something- rude.

A couple minutes of walking back to Killua's room and a few arguments later...

"You go first." Mika insists. "Tell me what that phone call was about."

I gulp.

Should I tell her? It might or might not make a difference just depends on how she reacts.

I decide to tell her.

"The phone call was about you."

She rolls her eyes, "Obviously."

I continue, "And it was about an amulet. It's called the rare ishi. Do you know about it?"

Mika stiffens and bites her lower lip- she knows something.

"Well?" I pushed further.

"Is that the whole secret?"

"What?" I ask.

"Is that all you have to tell me?"

"No, there's anyways- the person I was speaking to on the phone was Chairman Netero- our principal. He said you would know where the amulet is. He also explained that your parents had something to do with it. I think he said they were spies?" I finished off the last part crossing my fingers behind my back that she wouldn't throw a tantrum.

Mika's worried face suddenly became calmer- as in trying to hide something but I can't tell you calm.

Mika hesitated but began to speak. "You overheard the conversation Hisoka and I had, right?"

I feel guilty about the eavesdropping but nod my head.

"Well it turns out he did his research right. My motive when coming to this school was not to learn and make friends, like how my mom thought, I needed to get information on something. As Hunter Academy is very prestige. "

I shake my head as a 'yes'.

"Well I heard a rumor that Hunter Academy had some information about something called the sound familiar? Anyways I came here in hopes to find it; that was my motive."

"I see. Why is it so important? Netero never told me why."

"Well it's very dangerous for one thing and another is that if it's in the wrong hands it can cause disaster." she said in a dead serious tone.

"Sounds like the same old artifact voodoo to me."

"Don't joke around I'm serious." Her dark blood red eyes stared intently at me; causing shivers down my spine, they actually were red.

"Well what's it's dangerous factor?"

"It can enhance your nen I believe. All you have to do is crack the code on it and ask for great power. Then you can gain all the power you want- kind of like taking steroid shots for your nen."

"Not anything to special about that." I shrug, it's not like you can really hurt people with it right?

"You don't know how many power hungry people there are out there. This amulet will give you inhuman abilities such as- speed, strength, and etc. But worst of all immorality."

"That's about it." she finishes off.

My mouth seems to drop to the floor after this.

Immortality, that's not possible!

I look at her and wonder what Hisoka talked about earlier.

"Let's not forget to add the fact that only the rich wanted to foster you, seems as if they want something from you- which only you have. And you're actually a-"

"What are you?"

"Equivalent exchange." She replies automatically.

A lump in my throat forms. Is it really worth it to tell her that I was an assassin; one that was part of the Zoldyck family. Who also ran away from home and became a Hunter?

But if I want the information that badly I would tell her right? Although I could always lie I mean it won't do any harm. Once I figure out what she is I can decide if I want to tell her or not.

Then it struck me- why does she not think I'm an ordinary school boy? Have I not played my role well? How is she suspecting me and not falling for me or chasing me around like the other girls? I should have realized this before! She did suspect me as something suspicious from the start!

I inhaled and exhaled, "I'm an assassin Mika, used to be one anyway. I went to the Hunter Exam in hopes of having some fun but didn't pass the first time because I killed someone." Inhale, exhale,"On the second try I managed to pass."

I wait for her to shake in terror or scream and back away ten feet but instead she smiles.

"Guess what? I'm an assassin too."


Was it bad, good?

I'm very confused at the moment with this story because I need to get the plot straight.

I think I should change the genre, any suggestions (It will still be romance)

Sorry if there are mistakes or such and if the characters are OOC, please tell me in the reviews!

Thanks guys!

Little Killua plushies for everyone!

~Humphadoodle