A Promise is a Promise
By: Rei Tomiyama
AN: Please read and review my very first fanfic of HxH. Flames, comments and suggestions are all accepted.
Note: This takes place after the Phantom Brigade/Gen'ei Ryodan Arc. Killua is currently thirteen. Kurapika is about seventeen to eighteen years old. Reorio is more or less twenty. The four of them have moved to America since then.
Dedicated to my innocent-looking but irritable and bossy (just joking) imoto. Here's my treat since you were practically whining.
Chapter 1-Reminiscing Shattered Memories-Part One
Killua's P.O.V.
It was too unreal, too sudden to happen. It must have been a dream, then. If so, I would have liked very much to awaken and realize that the whole thing was just a nightmare. But it wasn't. And every time I looked at Gon, the assassin inside me wanted to get out and kill all those whom killed Gon, or those who had something to do with his death so I could avenge his loss. Once I inserted the key in the key's lock, I turned the knob and opened the door. My room was still the same, I mused. Even after several months of abandoning it, the room looked the exact way it was before it was left. I put Gon on the bed and flopped down, examining closely his features and wondering whether I, Killua, rightful heir of the Zordick family, would be able to break the spell that enclosed my friend.
FRIEND. How ironic it was. The Zordicks were not supposed to have friends of any sort, and even the family members were not friends. I still remembered the time Gon, Kurapika and Reorio had climbed Kukuru Mountain just to take me away from the miserable beings that were my family. My fat, short brother Miruki for running away and making friends had whipped me, but that hadn't hurt. In fact, I had even slept through it, so that Miruki had screamed at me to get me to wake up. Afterwards, Zeno, my grandfather, had told me to go to my father, Silva. That had astonished me. And I had been even more surprised after my father told me to narrate my story when I was away. The next thing I knew, my father had told me to see my friends once more, but I had declined, and said I was ashamed of deserting my friends. Yet my father persisted, and so I ended up going with Gon.
But I had failed Gon and myself. I wasn't able to protect Gon from the dangers of being a hunter. Even though blood dripped from my hands and trailed from outside the apartment, with my bloody fingerprints on the doorknob and left a bloody path on the floor I had already been too late.
***Flashback***
It was my 13th birthday, and I was spending it with the most important person in my entire life, so I felt and knew I was the happiest boy alive, and that life couldn't get any better than this." I told Gon, "Today we're going to stuff ourselves with ice cream and candy, so get ready!"
Gon winced. I suppose he was still thinking about the time he had shouted while eating ice cream so the remnants were flung on my hair. I grinned. It was okay to me anyway, as long as Gon was the one who did it.
While we were walking towards the ice cream shop, I had noticed that one guy kept on following us. I warned Gon, and so we had quickened our pace. But I had underestimated the spies who were following us as well as their objectives. By the time we were in front of the apartment, men in suits had surrounded us. They had begun attacking physically, so that was no problem for me. After they had finished trying and failing to beat me up, I just hit the back of their heads with the side of my palm and they all became unconscious. But the remaining half wasn't defeated so easily. It was pretty evident that they used Nen, for I spotted strong auras with Gyo. In that instant, I had yelled, "Gon! Watch out! They're using the same style as Kurapika!" but my warning had been to no avail. Gon had been hit and his brown eyes became glassy and transparent, and he suddenly fell with a thud, leaving scarlet stains on the grass. I had run over him and screamed, "Gon!" and he had looked on with that usual optimistic smile of his and said, "Ki-killu-a, pro-promise me one thing, that you'll con-continue…" Gon stopped short and looked at me. I knew that every word cost him pain, but he continued, "My dream… and yours." And with those words his head dropped back to the ground. I silently answered, "I promise, Gon, I promise." After that I had seen red and anger welled up inside me, until it threatened to explode. My usually shiny blue eyes became vacant and small, and the expression on my face grew blank. My fingernails grew long, until they were like ten sharp knives. I cursed them and said, "DAMN YOU FOR DOING THAT!" I lashed at them blindly, and if I treated the first half like a joke, this time my movements were merciless. The only thought that had remained in my head had been, Kill, kill all those who hurt your friend. Kill them all. Avenge what has happened to your one and only best friend, Gon.
When I was done, the only things that remained of them were shredded bodies and the stench of blood that filled the air. I laughed hysterically because to me it had been no challenge at all. But it made me feel dizzy and sick. I then picked up Gon, carried him as if he had weighed nothing, landed the skateboard on the ground, and rode away to Kurapika's house. It was already nightfall when I reached it.
Kurapika had taken one look at Gon and had shaken his head. "This is bad," he said. "Depends on what your definition of bad is." I sarcastically replied. Deep inside, though, I was dying to know what might be done to cease the spell. Gon was the only one who really understood me; neither Kurapika nor Reorio could go to that level of understanding. I desperately wished for Gon to hang on until we found the cure for the Nen attack. I was interrupted from my thoughts when Kurapika snapped his fingers and said, "We'll call Reorio to find out if he knows anything about it." He went to the telephone and contacted Reorio. Minutes later, he told me that Reorio would be arriving shortly. I was contented enough with the reply, but Kurapika's pacing restlessly around the room did not make me feel any better. Also, I started to feel wary because the blood on my fingernails was still dripping and leaving crimson drops on the immaculate floor even though it had been two hours ago since the massacre.
While I waited, I looked at Kurapika's face. His worried green eyes, as well as his slightly frowning mouth made me assume that the diligent boy did not know what we would do if Reorio didn't know the answer, either.
After what had seemed like forever to me, Reorio appeared. Kurapika stopped his pacing and turned to him, saying, "Well? What have you got?" Reorio shook his head and answered, "I don't know yet. I've never heard of anything like this before."
Well, was it okay for a first attempt? Please tell me what you think of it.
By: Rei Tomiyama
AN: Please read and review my very first fanfic of HxH. Flames, comments and suggestions are all accepted.
Note: This takes place after the Phantom Brigade/Gen'ei Ryodan Arc. Killua is currently thirteen. Kurapika is about seventeen to eighteen years old. Reorio is more or less twenty. The four of them have moved to America since then.
Dedicated to my innocent-looking but irritable and bossy (just joking) imoto. Here's my treat since you were practically whining.
Chapter 1-Reminiscing Shattered Memories-Part One
Killua's P.O.V.
It was too unreal, too sudden to happen. It must have been a dream, then. If so, I would have liked very much to awaken and realize that the whole thing was just a nightmare. But it wasn't. And every time I looked at Gon, the assassin inside me wanted to get out and kill all those whom killed Gon, or those who had something to do with his death so I could avenge his loss. Once I inserted the key in the key's lock, I turned the knob and opened the door. My room was still the same, I mused. Even after several months of abandoning it, the room looked the exact way it was before it was left. I put Gon on the bed and flopped down, examining closely his features and wondering whether I, Killua, rightful heir of the Zordick family, would be able to break the spell that enclosed my friend.
FRIEND. How ironic it was. The Zordicks were not supposed to have friends of any sort, and even the family members were not friends. I still remembered the time Gon, Kurapika and Reorio had climbed Kukuru Mountain just to take me away from the miserable beings that were my family. My fat, short brother Miruki for running away and making friends had whipped me, but that hadn't hurt. In fact, I had even slept through it, so that Miruki had screamed at me to get me to wake up. Afterwards, Zeno, my grandfather, had told me to go to my father, Silva. That had astonished me. And I had been even more surprised after my father told me to narrate my story when I was away. The next thing I knew, my father had told me to see my friends once more, but I had declined, and said I was ashamed of deserting my friends. Yet my father persisted, and so I ended up going with Gon.
But I had failed Gon and myself. I wasn't able to protect Gon from the dangers of being a hunter. Even though blood dripped from my hands and trailed from outside the apartment, with my bloody fingerprints on the doorknob and left a bloody path on the floor I had already been too late.
***Flashback***
It was my 13th birthday, and I was spending it with the most important person in my entire life, so I felt and knew I was the happiest boy alive, and that life couldn't get any better than this." I told Gon, "Today we're going to stuff ourselves with ice cream and candy, so get ready!"
Gon winced. I suppose he was still thinking about the time he had shouted while eating ice cream so the remnants were flung on my hair. I grinned. It was okay to me anyway, as long as Gon was the one who did it.
While we were walking towards the ice cream shop, I had noticed that one guy kept on following us. I warned Gon, and so we had quickened our pace. But I had underestimated the spies who were following us as well as their objectives. By the time we were in front of the apartment, men in suits had surrounded us. They had begun attacking physically, so that was no problem for me. After they had finished trying and failing to beat me up, I just hit the back of their heads with the side of my palm and they all became unconscious. But the remaining half wasn't defeated so easily. It was pretty evident that they used Nen, for I spotted strong auras with Gyo. In that instant, I had yelled, "Gon! Watch out! They're using the same style as Kurapika!" but my warning had been to no avail. Gon had been hit and his brown eyes became glassy and transparent, and he suddenly fell with a thud, leaving scarlet stains on the grass. I had run over him and screamed, "Gon!" and he had looked on with that usual optimistic smile of his and said, "Ki-killu-a, pro-promise me one thing, that you'll con-continue…" Gon stopped short and looked at me. I knew that every word cost him pain, but he continued, "My dream… and yours." And with those words his head dropped back to the ground. I silently answered, "I promise, Gon, I promise." After that I had seen red and anger welled up inside me, until it threatened to explode. My usually shiny blue eyes became vacant and small, and the expression on my face grew blank. My fingernails grew long, until they were like ten sharp knives. I cursed them and said, "DAMN YOU FOR DOING THAT!" I lashed at them blindly, and if I treated the first half like a joke, this time my movements were merciless. The only thought that had remained in my head had been, Kill, kill all those who hurt your friend. Kill them all. Avenge what has happened to your one and only best friend, Gon.
When I was done, the only things that remained of them were shredded bodies and the stench of blood that filled the air. I laughed hysterically because to me it had been no challenge at all. But it made me feel dizzy and sick. I then picked up Gon, carried him as if he had weighed nothing, landed the skateboard on the ground, and rode away to Kurapika's house. It was already nightfall when I reached it.
Kurapika had taken one look at Gon and had shaken his head. "This is bad," he said. "Depends on what your definition of bad is." I sarcastically replied. Deep inside, though, I was dying to know what might be done to cease the spell. Gon was the only one who really understood me; neither Kurapika nor Reorio could go to that level of understanding. I desperately wished for Gon to hang on until we found the cure for the Nen attack. I was interrupted from my thoughts when Kurapika snapped his fingers and said, "We'll call Reorio to find out if he knows anything about it." He went to the telephone and contacted Reorio. Minutes later, he told me that Reorio would be arriving shortly. I was contented enough with the reply, but Kurapika's pacing restlessly around the room did not make me feel any better. Also, I started to feel wary because the blood on my fingernails was still dripping and leaving crimson drops on the immaculate floor even though it had been two hours ago since the massacre.
While I waited, I looked at Kurapika's face. His worried green eyes, as well as his slightly frowning mouth made me assume that the diligent boy did not know what we would do if Reorio didn't know the answer, either.
After what had seemed like forever to me, Reorio appeared. Kurapika stopped his pacing and turned to him, saying, "Well? What have you got?" Reorio shook his head and answered, "I don't know yet. I've never heard of anything like this before."
Well, was it okay for a first attempt? Please tell me what you think of it.