1 A Promise is A Promise
By: Rei Tomiyama
AN: Killua is currently thirteen. Kurapika is seventeen-eighteen years old, and Reorio is more or less twenty. This takes place after the Gen'ei Ryodan Arc. They have all moved to America since then.
Note: I beg your pardon if you think that I am too emphatic on Killua. He is, after all, my favorite character since he looks so calm and collected. Don't worry, everyone makes mistakes.(Of course including me, and my oh-so- sweet imoto had to rub that in my face.) He will too.
2 Chapter Three-No Choice But To… Come To School
Then I got my papers, which said my section was Grade 7-1. According to the registrar, the sections were randomly divided, which meant I was in a mix-and-match set. So I headed to the classroom, and waited for the teacher to introduce me.
"Class, this is Killua Zordick. Please be nice to him." I heard murmurs and whispers in the class, but paid no attention to them. Then I heard the teacher say, "Mr. Zordick, you will be sitting at the back of Ms. Smith." I saw the girls' gazes of envy at the person in front of me, but I didn't care. In fact, I never cared at all. And to top it all off, I didn't even plan to be in this school, or to ever study at all, for that matter. I just did it because Gon had talked of schools so fondly.
"Did you see that new transfer student, Killua Zordick?" I overheard one girl say to her friend during lunch. "Yes, he is so cool! Defying the rule to wear the uniform to school! And he's really handsome, too! Plus he's so smart!" I sighed and grabbed the lunch tray, and walked towards the tables. I glanced around, and found one vacant table. I was headed there when a flock of girls hovered around me and cooed, "Killua, please join us to have lunch." I stared at them blankly until they backed away, and continued to the table. Then this time some guys approached me and questioned me harshly, "Where the heck are you from? And what's with the clothes? You're supposed to be wearing your uniform, dimwit." They were 8th grade, I guessed.
"Who are you calling dimwit there?" I taunted, smiling as I clenched my fists and my nails lengthened until they were as long as a ruler. Then I jumped suddenly and appeared at the leader's back. I kicked his legs and grabbed hold of his neck, pointing one fingernail to it. The leader gulped, and said, "No-no one at all."
"Good." I smiled satisfactorily and let him go. The leader left, clearly embarrassed, and his minions followed him. Then I remembered I had thrown my tray in the air, so I did two flips and caught the tray deftly with one hand. (AN: I think this is a bit Spiderman-ish, but then, I had it all planned, I was just waiting for the moment FanFiction.Net would have a category for HxH.)
Meanwhile, all the girls in the cafeteria marveled and drooled (AN: Hmmm… I never saw it really happening so I decided to try out the vision. It works for me!) over my little fight but I ignored them and finally sat down, eating my lunch in peace.
Later on, when all the students had finished their lunches and headed back to the classroom, I wondered what we were going to study. Fortunately, it was Science, so I didn't have any trouble at all. We were studying about animals, and from the variety of animals that I saw when Gon and I became friends, it was easy to answer the questions given by the teacher. When he had asked, "What do you call the kind of teeth that dogs have?" I had raised my hand and when he called me, I promptly answered, "Canine teeth." (AN: I'm really sorry if the question's pretty lame. We fellows in school studied it last year, so I just used it to link with Gon's being a nature- boy.) Some other students inside the room stared at me, annoyed that I would be able to answer correctly, but I really didn't care about what they were thinking now. I just cared about being able to make Gon happy that I was putting to use all that he had taught me. Not that he would ever know, unless I found out the reverse of the attack.
That afternoon, I could hear people talking discreetly, "Hey, have you heard about the lone 7th grader in civilian clothes who beat up the 8th grade gang?" One 6th grader asked her friend. "Yes, I heard. He's new to the school, but I think that it's cool that somebody decided to stand up against the bullies of the 8th grade." She replied. I frowned in disdain at the girls who were conversing. Was that all they talked about? It had just been self-defense anyway. They didn't have to gossip about it the entire day. When I passed them, they stood back and stared at me in awe, while I walked towards the lockers.
"Killua, you're…" One girl started. I answered, "Please call me Zordick." (AN: In Japanese custom, you're supposed to call each other by their last names when total strangers.) She shyly said, "Oh, okay then, Zordick, you were really great today." I said in return, "Thank you, Ms…" The girl quickly said, "I'm Wendy Patterson."
"Oh, thank you, Ms. Patterson." I gratefully stated to her. She smiled back at me, suddenly turned red as a tomato, and ran all the way downstairs. I shrugged my shoulders. Oh well. I guess they're really like that. But on the way down, I could hear giggles so I decided to eavesdrop. [I'm not that bad. I just wanted to know what they were talking about.] I overheard the girl named Wendy say, "He was so polite in speaking, you know. The only thing is, I don't know why I can't call him Killua. After all, it's such a unique name." The other girls gave moans of jealousy, and told her simultaneously, "Wendy, how come you didn't call me? You should have introduced me to him since he's the hottest guy in school." Another said, "Yeah, right, like he'll ever like you. You're not that pretty anyway. I'm the most beautiful girl in the whole 7th grade, so you should have dragged me there to meet him." Wendy sighed in exasperation and told them, "He's not exactly the social type. I need to talk to him a little more before I can introduce you people to him. If I try to attempt doing it before we're even friends, he might be furious with me and ignore me." Then one girl wailed, "That's not fair. How come you always get the fun?" The other girls chorused, "Yeah, it is true, why only you?" Wendy began to get angry because they were totally missing her point. "Never mind! Forget that I ever told you about it!" And so she stormed out of the room.
Unluckily, while I was hiding behind the post, a girl had seen my silver hair and said, "Hey, there's somebody who's been listening to our conversation!" So I stepped out. Their reactions quickly changed from rage to sheer surprise and delight, so I sweat dropped. "Why, Zordick, you're here! My name's Abigail Blake. Nice to meet you." One girl said. Another butted in, " Hi! I'm Melissa Turner. Nice to know you, Killua Zordick." She smiled, but it was a saccharine one, so I felt uneasy. A third girl was about to introduce herself, when the dismissal bell rang. (AN: About the names, my sister made me read too much Sweet Valley High Senior Year books, though I'm not too fond of them. Result, I end up mixing up their names to form some decent American girl's name.)
"Bye, Zordick!" Their words echoed through the corridor even as I walked towards the door held ajar. Good riddance! Saved by the bell, I was. I wondered if I would be able to make friends again, besides Gon. But that was something to think about later. For now, I would give Gon some candy. I went inside the Registrar's Office and talked to Gon casually, as if he were alive.
Not too bad for a guy? Hope so. Please state your opinions. I don't care whether it's to compliment me or to degrade me, as long as you took the time to read a guy's work.
By: Rei Tomiyama
AN: Killua is currently thirteen. Kurapika is seventeen-eighteen years old, and Reorio is more or less twenty. This takes place after the Gen'ei Ryodan Arc. They have all moved to America since then.
Note: I beg your pardon if you think that I am too emphatic on Killua. He is, after all, my favorite character since he looks so calm and collected. Don't worry, everyone makes mistakes.(Of course including me, and my oh-so- sweet imoto had to rub that in my face.) He will too.
2 Chapter Three-No Choice But To… Come To School
Then I got my papers, which said my section was Grade 7-1. According to the registrar, the sections were randomly divided, which meant I was in a mix-and-match set. So I headed to the classroom, and waited for the teacher to introduce me.
"Class, this is Killua Zordick. Please be nice to him." I heard murmurs and whispers in the class, but paid no attention to them. Then I heard the teacher say, "Mr. Zordick, you will be sitting at the back of Ms. Smith." I saw the girls' gazes of envy at the person in front of me, but I didn't care. In fact, I never cared at all. And to top it all off, I didn't even plan to be in this school, or to ever study at all, for that matter. I just did it because Gon had talked of schools so fondly.
"Did you see that new transfer student, Killua Zordick?" I overheard one girl say to her friend during lunch. "Yes, he is so cool! Defying the rule to wear the uniform to school! And he's really handsome, too! Plus he's so smart!" I sighed and grabbed the lunch tray, and walked towards the tables. I glanced around, and found one vacant table. I was headed there when a flock of girls hovered around me and cooed, "Killua, please join us to have lunch." I stared at them blankly until they backed away, and continued to the table. Then this time some guys approached me and questioned me harshly, "Where the heck are you from? And what's with the clothes? You're supposed to be wearing your uniform, dimwit." They were 8th grade, I guessed.
"Who are you calling dimwit there?" I taunted, smiling as I clenched my fists and my nails lengthened until they were as long as a ruler. Then I jumped suddenly and appeared at the leader's back. I kicked his legs and grabbed hold of his neck, pointing one fingernail to it. The leader gulped, and said, "No-no one at all."
"Good." I smiled satisfactorily and let him go. The leader left, clearly embarrassed, and his minions followed him. Then I remembered I had thrown my tray in the air, so I did two flips and caught the tray deftly with one hand. (AN: I think this is a bit Spiderman-ish, but then, I had it all planned, I was just waiting for the moment FanFiction.Net would have a category for HxH.)
Meanwhile, all the girls in the cafeteria marveled and drooled (AN: Hmmm… I never saw it really happening so I decided to try out the vision. It works for me!) over my little fight but I ignored them and finally sat down, eating my lunch in peace.
Later on, when all the students had finished their lunches and headed back to the classroom, I wondered what we were going to study. Fortunately, it was Science, so I didn't have any trouble at all. We were studying about animals, and from the variety of animals that I saw when Gon and I became friends, it was easy to answer the questions given by the teacher. When he had asked, "What do you call the kind of teeth that dogs have?" I had raised my hand and when he called me, I promptly answered, "Canine teeth." (AN: I'm really sorry if the question's pretty lame. We fellows in school studied it last year, so I just used it to link with Gon's being a nature- boy.) Some other students inside the room stared at me, annoyed that I would be able to answer correctly, but I really didn't care about what they were thinking now. I just cared about being able to make Gon happy that I was putting to use all that he had taught me. Not that he would ever know, unless I found out the reverse of the attack.
That afternoon, I could hear people talking discreetly, "Hey, have you heard about the lone 7th grader in civilian clothes who beat up the 8th grade gang?" One 6th grader asked her friend. "Yes, I heard. He's new to the school, but I think that it's cool that somebody decided to stand up against the bullies of the 8th grade." She replied. I frowned in disdain at the girls who were conversing. Was that all they talked about? It had just been self-defense anyway. They didn't have to gossip about it the entire day. When I passed them, they stood back and stared at me in awe, while I walked towards the lockers.
"Killua, you're…" One girl started. I answered, "Please call me Zordick." (AN: In Japanese custom, you're supposed to call each other by their last names when total strangers.) She shyly said, "Oh, okay then, Zordick, you were really great today." I said in return, "Thank you, Ms…" The girl quickly said, "I'm Wendy Patterson."
"Oh, thank you, Ms. Patterson." I gratefully stated to her. She smiled back at me, suddenly turned red as a tomato, and ran all the way downstairs. I shrugged my shoulders. Oh well. I guess they're really like that. But on the way down, I could hear giggles so I decided to eavesdrop. [I'm not that bad. I just wanted to know what they were talking about.] I overheard the girl named Wendy say, "He was so polite in speaking, you know. The only thing is, I don't know why I can't call him Killua. After all, it's such a unique name." The other girls gave moans of jealousy, and told her simultaneously, "Wendy, how come you didn't call me? You should have introduced me to him since he's the hottest guy in school." Another said, "Yeah, right, like he'll ever like you. You're not that pretty anyway. I'm the most beautiful girl in the whole 7th grade, so you should have dragged me there to meet him." Wendy sighed in exasperation and told them, "He's not exactly the social type. I need to talk to him a little more before I can introduce you people to him. If I try to attempt doing it before we're even friends, he might be furious with me and ignore me." Then one girl wailed, "That's not fair. How come you always get the fun?" The other girls chorused, "Yeah, it is true, why only you?" Wendy began to get angry because they were totally missing her point. "Never mind! Forget that I ever told you about it!" And so she stormed out of the room.
Unluckily, while I was hiding behind the post, a girl had seen my silver hair and said, "Hey, there's somebody who's been listening to our conversation!" So I stepped out. Their reactions quickly changed from rage to sheer surprise and delight, so I sweat dropped. "Why, Zordick, you're here! My name's Abigail Blake. Nice to meet you." One girl said. Another butted in, " Hi! I'm Melissa Turner. Nice to know you, Killua Zordick." She smiled, but it was a saccharine one, so I felt uneasy. A third girl was about to introduce herself, when the dismissal bell rang. (AN: About the names, my sister made me read too much Sweet Valley High Senior Year books, though I'm not too fond of them. Result, I end up mixing up their names to form some decent American girl's name.)
"Bye, Zordick!" Their words echoed through the corridor even as I walked towards the door held ajar. Good riddance! Saved by the bell, I was. I wondered if I would be able to make friends again, besides Gon. But that was something to think about later. For now, I would give Gon some candy. I went inside the Registrar's Office and talked to Gon casually, as if he were alive.
Not too bad for a guy? Hope so. Please state your opinions. I don't care whether it's to compliment me or to degrade me, as long as you took the time to read a guy's work.