Hi everyone once again! Sorry for the very long delay in the update. I did say in the last chapter that October would be very busy for me, but now it's November, so I have a bit more time. I'm not sure how frequently I'll update this month. I have a lot of things to stay on top of even though I don't have exams until December. I'll try to write as much as I can in my free time, but we'll have to see about that.

This chapter is a little short, around the same length as the last one. I covered everything I wanted to and made you readers wait long enough as is, so here it is! Mostly a development chapter and reactions of various people from things that happened in the last couple chapters I posted.

On another note, I'm really glad you guys are enjoying this story! I'm shocked by how many people favourite and follow this story, so I hope you continue reading it. You looking forward to a new chapter is half of what motivates me to write the next chapter haha.

Anyways, hope you like the chapter!


Chapter 6

Killua made his way to Principal Nezu's office for the third time since school started. This time, however, he was unsure of what to expect and what to say.

After knocking on the principal's door, he was swiftly led inside by Nezu. The room was empty besides the two of them, and Killua was half expecting at least one police officer. Both Killua and Nezu took a seat, with Nezu behind his desk and arms crossed on the table in front of him.

"I am very surprised to see you, Killua," the mouse-dog-bear started off. "I was not expecting it. Nobody was, in fact. Now, to let you know, I called a good friend of mine who is a detective for the Musutafu Police Force while you were walking here from your class. He will be joining us, and it will be just the three of us. But, first, before he gets here, I have some questions and other information I would like to ask and tell you."

Killua nodded at the statement, so Nezu continued. "How did you get back here?"

"The villains actually let me go. They didn't see a purpose in keeping me." His reply had no emotion in it. He had no idea if Nezu would buy it, but Killua thought it would be easy enough to believe. Hopefully he doesn't ask how I literally got here. I don't know what to say for that. Someone gave me enough money to take a train back here? I guess so.

"You say they did not see a purpose in keeping you?" Nezu raised a curious eyebrow. The silver haired teen nodded. "I wonder, how did they come to that conclusion?"

"I told them I wouldn't join them, no matter what. Some guy, who is apparently Shigaraki's teacher, eventually told them to let me go, so they did."

"Quite the vague response, but the teacher part sure is fascinating. I am sure Detective Tsukauchi would like to hear more about your experience there." A phone rang, and Nezu picked it up and began talking while Killua zoned out.

Somehow, this is going way better than I expected. Is he just waiting for the detective before getting to the bad stuff? Where's my punishment? He seems to be in, too happy of a mood. Too complacent with what I'm saying. This isn't like him at all, so he's probably waiting for the police detective.

The phone call ended and shortly after, entering through the door was a fairly tall man with short black hair. He was wearing the tan detective overcoat and carried his hat in his hand. "Hello, Nezu," he greeted the U.A. principal.

"Hello, Tsukauchi. This is Killua, the student who was kidnapped. Killua, this is Detective Naomasa Tsukauchi."

"Nice to meet you, just call me Killua," the teen said as he stood up to shake Tsukauchi's outstretched hand. Nezu gestured to a chair next to him for the detective to sit on. He gladly took the seat.

"Well, let's get straight to business," Tsukauchi declared. "Killua, I'm here for two reasons. One is to hear your story about what happened in the past few days. The second, which I'm sure you are worried about, is what is going to happen about your…incident, at U.S.J. Are we clear?"

The silver haired teen nodded, not really caring about the punishment too much. Becoming a hero would take too long anyways, he reasoned with himself.

"Well then, let's start off with – what I'm hoping is – the easier to topic to talk about. What happened with your rather brief time with the villains that kidnapped you?" Tsukauchi had a notepad and pencil out and was ready to jot down anything Killua said.

"They really only tried to get me on their side," Killua remarked casually, looking between Nezu and Tsukauchi with disinterest in his eyes.

"'On their side?' You mean they wanted you to join them?" Tsukauchi clarified. The teen nodded to the question. "And how did you respond?"

"I said no, obviously."

"Sorry, it might be obvious to you, but for legal purposes I want you to be more specific. Why did you turn them down?"

Killua frowned at the detective. "I'm a hero student, at the best hero high school in Japan. Why would I join a group of villains that kidnapped me?"

"I don't know. Why would you join them?" the detective asked, clearly trying to get Killua to speak a bit more.

"I wouldn't."

"I'll just write that down as 'they kidnapped me, so I would not show loyalty to them', then. You did mention that."

The teen nodded again and hummed in agreement. "Was that all that happened with the villains?" Tsukauchi questioned.

"Well, before I left, there was a voice from a television screen. I don't know the person was, but Shigaraki, the leader of the League of Villains, is actually not the leader. The person who's voice I heard from the TV was Shigaraki's teacher. I think they are the real leader of the group."

"That is very concerning, that we do not know this person is. Do you know anything else about this teacher of Shigaraki's?" Tsukauchi inquired with a bead of sweat on his face.

I can't tell them he invited me back, so no, not really. Killua shook his head. "I don't know anything else about that person."

"Okay, well, moving along. How did you find yourself here, at U.A., today?"

"The villains let me go. They didn't see any use in keeping me." He made sure not to answer literally how he got here. He sure hoped Tsukauchi did not ask him that.

"Do you know where you were while you held by the villains?"

"Uh…no. I was in a city. I think it was Yokohama."

"That's interesting. I already heard about the warp user villain they had, so I'm not surprised you were out that far," Tsukauchi said as he scribbled more writing onto his paper. "Do you know the exact location of where you were being held?"

"No, I don't know that. All I know is that I was in some sort of bar. It's possible they moved after this, though. They know I'm a U.A. student, so why wouldn't I tell you guys about this?"

Tsukauchi nodded his head in agreement. "That is very possible, but we in the police department will decide what to do with this information you are giving. Also, if you were all the way in Yokohama, how did you get here?"

"I took the train," Killua responded easily. At his response, the teen saw Nezu narrow his eyes in suspicion. He knows I wouldn't have money, because I'm from a different world. He doesn't believe me!

"Sorry to cut you off, Tsukauchi, but I have a question to ask as well." The detective nodded, and Killua knew what was coming up. "Killua, I thought you would have no money for the train?"

Tsukauchi was alarmed, and his eyebrows rose in confusion at Nezu's statement. "What do you mean by this, Nezu?" He turned towards the principal.

"I have to uncover your secret, Killua-"

"You can't do that, you told me you wouldn't," Killua cut off his principal with a dark look on his voice. The two authorities froze at the tone of his voice and the look in his eyes. No! My voice came out scarier than I thought! My face probably is, too. Damn, I need to keep my emotions more in check. Always thought I did well in that, but not when it gets too intense. The more people that know my secret, and Gon's, the worse it is for us.

Nezu straightened up and recovered from his shock. Tsukauchi, seeing Nezu in his peripheral vision, recovered as well. "Sorry, I have to, Killua. Detective Tsukauchi is an authority, and he deserves to know."

Is this the punishment I'm getting? the silver haired teen wondered. He probably had this planned since I was with the villains. Expose my secret? That's, such a weird punishment. That's like toying with me. Unless, that is his goal…

"Tsukauchi, Killua, and another U.A. student named Gon, both claim to be from a different world. One that is not our own. A different dimension, if you will. I have more or less believed that background after a few conversations with the two boys. As such, I do not believe that you, Killua, would have the money to pay for a train ride if you have no valid currency in this world."

Tsukauchi's eyes widened the moment Nezu mentioned Gon and Killua's claim. "This…is not what I was expecting. At all. But, Nezu, if you believe they are telling the truth, then I will too...at least for now. You are smart enough, and I trust your judgement. I may do some of my own interrogation later, but that is for later."

Nezu nodded. "Please do your own interrogation. I am no detective, so I do not have the same skills as you would. I am sure you could confirm my belief if you were to professionally interrogate him and Gon."

The teen sunk back in his chair. Man, this is not going well. Another person knows the secret. And it's a detective, worst of all. I'm going to get questioned by someone who does this professionally. But, the good thing is, I don't need to lie. He can't arrest me for things I do in my own world. And if he does, Killua's eyes narrowed so slightly it would be very difficult to notice it, and neither Nezu nor Tsukauchi did. Things will get bad.

He sat up straight in his chair. "In any case, why is it hard to believe I took the train? I just asked around if anyone would be willing to give me enough money to take the train. All I needed was one person to pity me, and it worked out."

"You resorted to begging to get back to Musutafu?" Tsukauchi asked with a raised eyebrow while he wrote more on his paper. Killua only nodded, which the detective noticed through his peripheral vision.

Tsukauchi hummed and flipped his paper over. He sat back up and glanced at Nezu and Killua. "Well, I think that covers everything I wanted for that part of our conversation. For now, at least. That was an interesting turn of events that you threw at me, Nezu. I was not expecting that in the slightest, but that will wait for a bit. Now, we can get to the events that transpired at U.S.J. Killua, could you give me your recount from the moment you were sent into your rescue zone by the villain?"

"Well, I was there with Ojiro after the warp villain, Kurogiri, teleported us there. We landed safely, and there were villains approaching us from between buildings. They attacked us first, so we acted in self-defense when we attacked back. We took most of them out, but I noticed one particularly tall villain who was about to swing a weapon at Ojiro's head while Ojiro was defending himself from a different villain. I rushed at the villain as fast as I could, and in my rush, I did not hold back on my power and let it all release. My electricity flooded the villain, and he instantly died. I guess, my emotions to help my classmate out, were too strong. So I forgot to hold back on my power."

Tsukauchi nodded along throughout Killua's explanation, while Nezu simply sat in silence and watched the boy speak. For a minute, there was silence except for the sound of the detective writing on his sheet of paper. He laid his pencil down and took a deep breath. "Well, that was about what I expected. I can believe that recount, and also your thoughts, but I am no judge. I can't decide whether or not you are off the hook. The crime you committed, intentional or not, was severe. Therefore, I am afraid you will have to stand trial in court. More details will be given at a later date, as we get closer to then. But for now, you can continue your studies at U.A. as you normally have. I will do my personal interrogation on you later as well. I have to leave now and get to other work."

The detective stood up and looked down towards Killua before turning to Nezu who also stood up. "Well, thank you for having me, Principal Nezu. I will see you later. I have other matters to attend."

Nezu nodded in complete understanding. "It was good to see you again, Detective Tsukauchi. Keep me in the loop of things regarding Killua's situation."

Tsukauchi nodded and glanced at Killua and offered a small smile. "It was nice meeting you, Killua. Good luck with school and everything else. It was unfortunate you had to be put into such a situation at this young age." The silver haired teen only gave a small smile in return.

"Killua, you may go back to class as well now," Nezu told the boy. With no remaining words, Killua and Tsukauchi left Nezu's office and went their separate ways.

The principal of U.A. closed his door and sat back down at his desk. I did not tell Tsukauchi what Killua's occupation was in his own world. There is something about that, that does not leave a good feeling. He was an assassin in his world, which means he has killed people. Does he really care about that villain he supposedly, accidentally, killed at U.S.J.? In any case, Tsukauchi did not ask him that, so I do not know. Does he feel any regret at all? And was his reason to interfere really to save Ojiro? I cannot tell. It sounds perfectly valid, but I am wondering if he really could not hold back on his strength in such a short period of time. I hope that is true, Killua, or else this is a dangerous game you are playing.


At lunch time, Gon sat to Killua's left, who was sitting in the middle of their booth with Kirishima on his right. Across from Gon from left to right were Ashido, Kaminari, and Sero.

Using their Nen, the two boys could tell there were a lot of stares in their direction, the overwhelming majority of them being focused on Killua. However, the silver haired teen pretended to not even notice the looks he was receiving.

It had not been publicly revealed which student killed the villain at the U.S.J. Incident. However, Class 1-A knew who it was, and some of Class 1-B also knew through their friends in Class A. Beyond that, there were some people in other classes who also knew, while the rest were speculating based off of rumours they had heard.

"Killua, are you worried about the trial you'll have?" Gon whispered to his best friend. Once the ex-assassin had left Nezu's room, he immediately pulled out his phone the motel owner had graciously gifted Gon and Killua and texted Gon what had happened. The green haired teen was a little worried about what might happen to Killua, but he realized he should also worry if Killua was okay, thought he suspected he was.

"Nah, not really, I think it'll be fine," he whispered back so quietly only Gon could hear. The secretive actions did not go unnoticed by Ashido, Kaminari, and Sero.

"What are you two gossiping about?" Ashido teased with a raised eyebrow. "Is it something juicy?"

"Uh-" Gon began but was cut off.

"Yup, it's 100% juicy," Killua stated matter-of-factly and took a bite from his uneaten apple. "This apple's really juicy."

Sero and Kaminari snorted and chuckled while Ashido only rolled her eyes. Kirishima, however, was unamused and was acting a lot less jolly than his normal self.

"What's up with you?" Sero noticed the red haired teen not acting like his usual self.

The boy with the Quirk: Hardening shook his head and finished chewing his bite of food before responding. "Killua, man, I'm sorry for not saving you at U.S.J. When those villains took you," he spat venomously after a pause for a brief moment.

"Kirishima, it's okay-" he began to let his friend know it was alright.

"How is it okay?!" he whisper yelled, his anger not being directed at Killua but at himself.

That's a good question. What am I supposed to say? "It's fine because I wanted to be taken?" No, that's obviously not the answer. Killua shook his head. "It's not your fault. If anything, it's my fault. You told me to leave when you wanted to defend me from Kurogiri. But I didn't leave. Maybe if I left, they wouldn't have taken me."

"Yeah, but I still froze up when you were caught in the smoke, and the warping Quirk. I didn't do anything to help out. I just watched, like a bystander."

"You're being too hard on yourself, Kirishima," Kaminari butted in. "We're new heroes in training. We're not expected to go up against real villains in our first few weeks of school."

"I think Thirteen made the right call by using their Quirk to try and get Killua out," Sero spoke up too in an effort to take some guilt away from Kirishima. "If you had went in, Kirishima, it might've become more dangerous for Thirteen to use their Quirk."

"Leaving it to the pros was the right way to go!" Ashido exclaimed cheerily. "But Killua's here now, so why don't we get over what happened last week?"

"Speaking of which, did the villains really just let you go?" Kaminari asked the silver haired teen. He nodded in response. "That's so…I don't know how to feel about it, actually."

"Did you scare them with your electricity?" Ashido grinned and shot a glance at Kaminari. "Maybe you can teach this guy how to be cooler with his electricity, I'm sure he'd like that!"

"Oh yeah, that would be awesome!" the blond piped up. "Girls would love that!" Everyone at the table laughed, and even Kirishima cracked a smile and cheered up.

"Maybe I should give you lessons…paid lessons, sound good," Killua added thoughtfully, pretending to consider the idea very seriously. The table laughed again.

"So Gon, how are you liking your class?" the boy with the Quirk: Tape asked the only student from 1-B after the laughter died down.

"They're great! I like them a lot! They're really cool and strong, and I get along well with all of them," he replied in his usual enthusiastic demeanor.

"Anyone notably strong?" Kirishima questioned, understanding what Sero was trying to get at.

Gon put a finger to his chin and thought about it. "Well, Honenuki has a really interesting Quirk, and Tetsutetsu is really strong when he uses his. Monoma also has a very versatile Quirk, though, maybe he's not as strong as I think he is."

Ashido, Kaminari, Sero, and Kirishima all raised their eyebrows at Gon's wording. He's not telling us what we want! they thought in unison. The Sports Festival is coming soon!

"Why do you ask?" Gon finally asked aloud, and all four students paled because they did not have an answer. Killua furrowed his eyebrows at his classmates' reactions.

There's something they aren't telling us…did Mr. Aizawa say something? Or another teacher? Or are they just asking because they're curious?

Kaminari coughed before responding. "We just wanted to, y'know, know what you thought about them. It's cool that you're getting along. Our class is super chill too."

"Who's strong in your class?" Gon innocently made them freeze up. Luckily for them, Gon and Killua were not paying attention because their senses perked up at the feeling of someone familiar marching towards their table. They peered over their booth and saw Bakugo glaring at Killua as he stomped over, catching the attention of all the students he passed on his way.

"Oi, silver hair, get up and come with me," he demanded when he was next to their table, ignoring the looks he was getting from anyone around him.

"Oh, it's Bakugo!" Gon beamed out, which earned him a scowl from the ash blond in front of him.

"When did I tell you my name?" he growled at the spiky green haired teen. "One of you bastards must've told him about me," he accused the other five students at the table. Silence. "Whatever. I need to talk to you, pale bastard, so get up."

"Gon, you mind moving?" Killua asked his friend, and he obliged. The silver haired teen followed Bakugo to an empty hallway a few turns outside the cafeteria. Unsurprisingly, the place Bakugo brought him to was isolated. I wasn't expecting him to let other people be with him, Killua thought.

"Pay attention here," Bakugo ordered in an oddly calm voice.

That's a little uncharacteristic of him…maybe I don't know him well enough, which is why I think that, Killua thought with a nod of his head to show Bakugo he was listening.

The ash blond humphed and continued. "You're going to tell me the truth here. Did you really kill that villain, or were those stupid villains trying to frame you for it?"

"I did," he uttered in a completely neutral voice.

Bakugo froze, and then he gave a dark scowl. "Then why do you look like you don't even care?! Does it not matter to you that you killed someone?"

Killua shrugged. His legs were begging him to move away and leave this isolated area, but his mouth did not allow him. "I accepted what I did. And I'll accept any punishments I get for it. I don't really need to tell you anything, though. There's no obligation for me to do so."

The explosive boy grit his teeth at the other boy's response. The grit teeth turned into a challenging glare. "I'm going to crush you at the Sports Festival. You, and IcyHot, and that damn nerd Deku. I'll crush you all! Especially you, you killer!" Bakugo spat the last word in Killua's face with so much anger, but it did not even phase the silver haired teen.

What the hell is that Sports Festival again? He mentioned it before too, when he met Gon. Do we play sports or something? Maybe I should search it up. "Uh, sure, have fun with that. Remember, you got fourth on the Quirk Apprehension Test. That's two spots below me," he taunted just to rile the other teen up.

The taunt had its desired effect. "Shut up! I'll blow your ass up at the festival, just you wait! I'll show the world that they should be more scared of me than the kid who killed a villain!"

He keeps bringing that up. There's something else he wants to say, but he won't. Does he not want me at U.A anymore? Because he thinks I can't be a hero if I killed someone? "Isn't that the opposite of what you should be doing as a hero? You should be inspiring hope, not instilling fear."

"I have to be scary for the villains, dumbass," Bakugo sneered at Killua. "But, the normal people should fear me too. I'm going to be stronger, better, than All Might. That level of power has to scare them."

That makes some sense to me, Killua admit to himself. I think he has strong ideals? Or maybe not, I don't know. He wants to be stronger than All Might, but he talks like a villain most of the time. Don't know how plausible becoming better than All Might is, but good luck to him. "I think Midoriya has the same goal, doesn't he?"

"Tsk, I have no idea how that nerd got into U.A. I should have been the only one from our shitty school who got into U.A. He ruined that, but I guess I'll just have to crush him to get back at him."

Killua rubbed his temples. He had no idea why he was still talking to Bakugo. But I have to ask him this. "Do you have something against me?" he wondered out to the teen who seemed to still be thinking over how Midoriya got into U.A.

"Give up on your dream of becoming a hero," Bakugo plainly stated with narrowed eyes. "You already screwed it up. People won't accept you after what you did."

"They don't know what I did, because even the media doesn't know. It's being held secret. And also, you're one to talk, but I'm not getting into your problems." He turned to leave because he thought the conversation was done, but a vein popped in Bakugo's head.

"What fucking problems do I have?! You think you're better than me for some reason, huh?! At least I didn't kill someone in my first few weeks of being enrolled in a hero course." He paused after releasing his anger. He closed his eyes and tilted his head down. "Get out of my way, just pray you don't face me in the Sports Festival, or I'm gonna kill you."

Killua moved out of the way, and Bakugo silently stormed past him. He does have pretty strong hero ideals, and he also doesn't like me for what happened at U.S.J. Oh well. As long as I reach my goal, I'm good.


Nezu sat in his office with All Might in front of him. "What did you call me here for, Nezu?" the Number 1 Hero asked in his deflated form.

"All Might, I think Killua could pose to be a serious threat to U.A.," Nezu dropped the bomb immediately.

All Might furrowed his eyebrows and waited a few more seconds to see if Nezu would elaborate, but he did not. "Do you mind telling me a bit more of what's on your mind? Regarding this topic."

I am sorry Killua, and Gon, but I have to break my promise yet again, Nezu thought before he took a breath and told All Might. "Killua, and also Gon from Class 1-B, are from a different world, a different dimension. They do not belong here. I can confirm the validity of their claim well enough, and I am inclined to believe them." All Might sat in front of Nezu with his mouth wide open and eyes opened fully. "They completely forged their application because they have no records here, in our world. What else could they do? So they forged it."

"That, makes, a lot of sense," All Might admitted slowly as his facial expressions returned to normal. "But why a hero school? Why U.A.?"

"I asked that as well, and they said becoming a hero can give them a lot of contacts and information that they would not have otherwise. That also makes sense. I can believe that. They are looking for a Quirk that is capable of transporting things to different worlds or dimensions. I am not sure if that exists. Certainly no Quirk I know of can do that. But, that is their hope: to find such a Quirk. But, what troubles me most, All Might, is Killua's background in his world. He was a professional assassin, raised by a family of professional assassins. He was trained to kill."

Realization dawned on All Might about what Nezu was telling him. "You think, if Killua snaps at any point, he will kill someone?" I have to believe what Nezu is telling me. He would not lie, as unbelievable as this is. I can question the validity of their claim later, but for now, I think Nezu needs me to listen to him.

The principal nodded with a grim frown etched on his face. "I do believe so. He was an assassin, trained to kill from a young age. I do not think the actions he took at U.S.J. affected him at all. Depending on how many people he has killed in the past, it is likely it had no affect on his emotions or morals."

"That is very unfortunate, that he had such a lack of luck to be born into that type of family. Really makes me wonder what his world is like, then. In any case, that is not what we're talking about. What are you suggesting, Nezu?"

"We need a close watch on Killua at all times. I think if he steps out of line again, he should be arrested and punished."

"I think you're taking this too far," All Might bluntly told Nezu. "You're letting his actions in his world influence what you think of him here. We cannot punish him for what he did in his world. That would be very silly to say the least. I can agree to watch him closely. But to arrest and punish him at any given moment, I think he should be sent back home more than anything. He does not belong here, so I see no reason to keep him longer than he needs to be."

"All Might, if Killua chose to turn the law against him, do you think we could sit back and let him do that?"

"No, but I also think he is a smart boy, and he should know it would be unwise to turn our law on him. That would only make his life more difficult. I'm assuming he wants to find the easiest way so that he, and Young Freecss, can go back home."

Nezu tilted his head down in a nod. "I hope that is a fair assumption."

"I understand your concern to look out for him. I can do that if you would like, but I think the good company he has in Class 1-A from Young Midoriya and the others might make him realize several things his own world did not teach him. He seems to get along well with his classmates, and he has friends even after what happened at U.S.J."

"I am glad to hear that," Nezu responded with a soft smile. "I was afraid he might get alienated after that, but it is good to hear that his classmates have not abandoned him."

All Might smiled as well. "Yes, they are good. I think they think he was a victim of the circumstances." He paused for a moment before continuing. "Are we done here?"

"Yes, that was all from me," Nezu waved him off so the hero could attend to his duties.


Less than a week later, Killua found himself debating over whether or not to go to the League of Villains' hideout. Gon was not much help as he only said Killua should do what he thinks is best.

If he wants to go, he should get his absence excused at school as being sick. If not, he could go to school like any other day. That voice from the screen sounded kind of legit. But it could just be a trap to convince me to join them. He sighed as he lay in his bed in the middle of the night. He could hear Gon snoring while sleeping on the floor. I don't need to sleep tonight, I can sleep tomorrow. I think I've made my decision.