1 A Promise is A Promise
By: Rei Tomiyama
AN: Sorry if you think Reorio and Kurapika's scene was too short. Don't worry, more will come later.
Note: Gon is not dead. He has merely been trapped inside himself, so he wouldn't be able to move.
2 Chapter Two-Reminiscing Shattered Memories-Part Two
"What?" I exclaimed, enraged. "You, the to-be-doctor, know nothing about this?" Then, just as quickly, my mood shifted. "Well then, I'll just have to find out myself. Thank you anyway, for trying to help me." I smiled sadly and with that I lifted Gon, turned my back on them, grabbed my skateboard, and got ready to return to my apartment. I could hear voices faintly saying, "Killua, wait! It's not like that…" but I only shook my head. I stood on my skateboard and rode back.
Then I looked at Gon, and sighed. I hated to admit it, but he was the only one whom I talked with, the only one with whom I had my long conversations. So after this, my life became one big game again, after less than one year of realizing the importance of it, I lost its meaning. Why? Gon was the one who had shown me the way. Even though I was calm and stoical, he still had the patience to talk to me and understand. He was the one who had taught me to smile. So in return, I had vowed to be loyal and protect him always. What a lie that was.
***End of Flashback***
So there I was again, in my quiet room, doing nothing. I felt so depressed, partly because I hadn't been able to protect Gon, partly because I couldn't find a cure for the Nen attack, and also because I didn't know what I was going to do next. Then I saw that Gon's fingers were around the Double Hunter Card, his father's, and the Hunter Card, his own card. I took them and gazed at them carefully. I was supposed to be a hunter too anyway, I thought angrily. It was Irumi's fault that I wasn't one now. But I thought that Gon would be in grave danger if anyone found out that he was paralyzed and a hunter. Who could possibly know what to do? Jin Freecs! Gon had been looking for his father for a long time now, so I could find him for Gon. Yes! Now I would be able to return Gon's favor. But, I'd have to study first in 7th grade first, since I had promised Gon I'd continue his dreams along with mine.
Months passed, and though I still did what I used to do before the scene in front of the apartment, it just wasn't the same. Then, September came. Now is the time to go to school to learn. I'll never get this chance anymore.
I grabbed my clothes, toothbrush, comb, (Of course I comb my hair, who doesn't?) towel, my lucky feather pendant, the two cards, my arm supporters and of course, Gon. I rode again on my skateboard and headed out, wearing my long-sleeved black tee shirt and beige pants, along with my pair of leather shoes.
I went to the nearest school I saw, and stepped inside. I went to the door marked Registrar's Office, and passed through it. There I saw a man in his early 40's, in a business suit and tie, complete with glasses, reading the newspaper. In the most courteous voice I could muster, "Excuse me sir, I'm a new transferee here in America, I was just wondering if you would allow me to study here. My name's Killua, Killua Zordick."
"Z-Z-Zordick? The family of assassins in Japan?" the man stuttered out. "Yes sir, that one you're talking about." I politely replied. I really wanted to get this over with, but the stupid registrar didn't answer. Impatiently, I tapped my sneaker-clad foot and folded my arms in front of my chest. I stared at him in the eye as I waited for the reply.
Finally, he said in a quivering voice, "O-of course, Mr. Zor-zordick, we'll be glad to have you in this school." I smiled a friendly smile, the one Gon taught me, and said, "Thank you, sir. Oh, and one last favor, could I leave him here?"
By: Rei Tomiyama
AN: Sorry if you think Reorio and Kurapika's scene was too short. Don't worry, more will come later.
Note: Gon is not dead. He has merely been trapped inside himself, so he wouldn't be able to move.
2 Chapter Two-Reminiscing Shattered Memories-Part Two
"What?" I exclaimed, enraged. "You, the to-be-doctor, know nothing about this?" Then, just as quickly, my mood shifted. "Well then, I'll just have to find out myself. Thank you anyway, for trying to help me." I smiled sadly and with that I lifted Gon, turned my back on them, grabbed my skateboard, and got ready to return to my apartment. I could hear voices faintly saying, "Killua, wait! It's not like that…" but I only shook my head. I stood on my skateboard and rode back.
Then I looked at Gon, and sighed. I hated to admit it, but he was the only one whom I talked with, the only one with whom I had my long conversations. So after this, my life became one big game again, after less than one year of realizing the importance of it, I lost its meaning. Why? Gon was the one who had shown me the way. Even though I was calm and stoical, he still had the patience to talk to me and understand. He was the one who had taught me to smile. So in return, I had vowed to be loyal and protect him always. What a lie that was.
***End of Flashback***
So there I was again, in my quiet room, doing nothing. I felt so depressed, partly because I hadn't been able to protect Gon, partly because I couldn't find a cure for the Nen attack, and also because I didn't know what I was going to do next. Then I saw that Gon's fingers were around the Double Hunter Card, his father's, and the Hunter Card, his own card. I took them and gazed at them carefully. I was supposed to be a hunter too anyway, I thought angrily. It was Irumi's fault that I wasn't one now. But I thought that Gon would be in grave danger if anyone found out that he was paralyzed and a hunter. Who could possibly know what to do? Jin Freecs! Gon had been looking for his father for a long time now, so I could find him for Gon. Yes! Now I would be able to return Gon's favor. But, I'd have to study first in 7th grade first, since I had promised Gon I'd continue his dreams along with mine.
Months passed, and though I still did what I used to do before the scene in front of the apartment, it just wasn't the same. Then, September came. Now is the time to go to school to learn. I'll never get this chance anymore.
I grabbed my clothes, toothbrush, comb, (Of course I comb my hair, who doesn't?) towel, my lucky feather pendant, the two cards, my arm supporters and of course, Gon. I rode again on my skateboard and headed out, wearing my long-sleeved black tee shirt and beige pants, along with my pair of leather shoes.
I went to the nearest school I saw, and stepped inside. I went to the door marked Registrar's Office, and passed through it. There I saw a man in his early 40's, in a business suit and tie, complete with glasses, reading the newspaper. In the most courteous voice I could muster, "Excuse me sir, I'm a new transferee here in America, I was just wondering if you would allow me to study here. My name's Killua, Killua Zordick."
"Z-Z-Zordick? The family of assassins in Japan?" the man stuttered out. "Yes sir, that one you're talking about." I politely replied. I really wanted to get this over with, but the stupid registrar didn't answer. Impatiently, I tapped my sneaker-clad foot and folded my arms in front of my chest. I stared at him in the eye as I waited for the reply.
Finally, he said in a quivering voice, "O-of course, Mr. Zor-zordick, we'll be glad to have you in this school." I smiled a friendly smile, the one Gon taught me, and said, "Thank you, sir. Oh, and one last favor, could I leave him here?"