A Promise is A Promise
By: Rei Tomiyama
AN: This is my first HxH fic.
Prologue
A twelve-year old boy with silver highlights could be seen on the streets of America, skateboarding his way to his own apartment, carrying a boy of the same age as him, with black hair. He narrowed his crystal blue eyes at the people who glanced at him oddly and whispered, "What a queer boy! Is he insane because his friend died, since the other boy doesn't seem to be moving, or is he just bringing along a mannequin, pretending it's real?" but they were all silenced by his sharp gaze as he swiftly passed all the citizens of America.
Every person he passed, whether boy or girl, man or woman would gaze at him for a long time, until the boy would glare and say, "Don't you know it's rude to stare?"
The people would then stammer something in between the lines of, "I- I'm really sorry…" And he would just impatiently nod his head.
However, a boy younger than him had the courage to question him, "Why are you bringing that boy with you?" All the grown-ups froze and were scared that the boy might be beaten up because the older boy's face was covered with red liquid, but the only reply was, "You don't have to know. It's none of your business."
Everybody sighed in relief and returned to what they were doing, and didn't mind anymore. They didn't care about the boy as long as he stayed away from them. No one paid attention anymore to the ruby red drops slowly staining the boy's clothes, nor to the boy he was carrying. They were just glad that they were safe.
By: Rei Tomiyama
AN: This is my first HxH fic.
Prologue
A twelve-year old boy with silver highlights could be seen on the streets of America, skateboarding his way to his own apartment, carrying a boy of the same age as him, with black hair. He narrowed his crystal blue eyes at the people who glanced at him oddly and whispered, "What a queer boy! Is he insane because his friend died, since the other boy doesn't seem to be moving, or is he just bringing along a mannequin, pretending it's real?" but they were all silenced by his sharp gaze as he swiftly passed all the citizens of America.
Every person he passed, whether boy or girl, man or woman would gaze at him for a long time, until the boy would glare and say, "Don't you know it's rude to stare?"
The people would then stammer something in between the lines of, "I- I'm really sorry…" And he would just impatiently nod his head.
However, a boy younger than him had the courage to question him, "Why are you bringing that boy with you?" All the grown-ups froze and were scared that the boy might be beaten up because the older boy's face was covered with red liquid, but the only reply was, "You don't have to know. It's none of your business."
Everybody sighed in relief and returned to what they were doing, and didn't mind anymore. They didn't care about the boy as long as he stayed away from them. No one paid attention anymore to the ruby red drops slowly staining the boy's clothes, nor to the boy he was carrying. They were just glad that they were safe.