A Promise is A Promise
By: Rei Tomiyama
AN: To Ceyan- Yes, it's true that 'Zoldick' is more probable than the term I'm using. And it's also true that the majority uses 'Leorio' instead of 'Reorio'. But, despite the fact that my spelling might seem odd to you, I wrote/typed the spelling that I always thought of. And, I'm partly following katakana that was imprinted in a game of HxH in the Game Boy. Besides, think of it this way. I respect other people's spellings, such as Clapika/Kurapica for my Kurapika, Leorio for my Reorio, and even Caruto/Milky for my Karuto/Miruki. So please try to do the same. But anyway, thanks for reviewing my work.
To Yami Blue, or should I say, "Yami Ao", Darkness Blue- Thanks for reviewing. I'm happy to know that you appreciate my work. I'll try my best to keep things interesting. Oh, and did you like the "Little Gon" bit? I don't know, but if you liked it, you'll find more here. And so, we find out the reason of writing "I Am…".
Chapter Eight-Losing My Mind
"Shit! What happened over there?" A 7th grader with auburn hair exclaimed. He came running over to the injured boy and examined him.
"Oh no! Is he hurt?" Wendy, the blonde girl Killua had met earlier asked worriedly. She too ran to the boy's side and let out an audible gasp.
"What? What is it?" Little Gon was questioning from the sidelines. He waited for an answer, but there came none. Finally, annoyed and impatient, he stepped out of the sidelines to find out the answer.
Wendy shook her head while getting her pure white handkerchief. She replied, "He's unconscious right now, and blood is dripping from his forehead. His hair is matted with it, too."
"But…" But he promised me he'd be friends with me and that we'd be like brothers, Little Gon thought. What's going to happen now?
"Is he going to be okay?" Gon asked again. Wendy didn't appear to notice him. She was too busy tying her handkerchief to his forehead to stop the blood from flowing. The other 7th grader then tried to remove the steel post that fell on his leg, and finally managed to move it a bit, but his leg was still crushed underneath it.
"Damn! Damn it! It's not working! He's still bleeding!" Wendy muttered furiously. She then called out to the still and silent crowd on the sidelines, "Could anyone please help me here? Please? Somebody call the school nurse! He's hurt! Please! Someone help him!" By this time, tears were streaming down her pale cheeks, and plopped down Killua's face, causing him to awaken.
Killua's P.O.V.
Where am I? I can hear voices in the background, but who are they?
Shit! My head hurts like hell, but I can feel someone tying it with something. It feels a lot better. But now there's something different in the air. It feels uneasy and morose. What's happening? And why is something weighing heavily on my leg?
Something fell on my face. What is it?
* * *
"What's happening?" Killua asked sluggishly. He looked around him and asked again, "What's happening?"
No one dared answer him. When they didn't, he demanded them, "Look, if you don't tell me, I'll never know why I'm here. What happened?"
"Um, Zordick, you crashed into that steel post and hit your head." Wendy stopped crying and slowly explained.
"Is that my name? Zordick?" Killua strangely asked.
"Of course it is! What else would be your name? Your name is Killua Zordick, foreign student!" Wendy replied, a bit perplexed.
"Oh. I just asked because… I don't remember what my name is anymore."
Wendy's P.O.V.
Oh my God! He has amnesia! It must have been that blow to his head. Aahh! What am I going to do? He'll have to know me all over again, and just when I thought I was cracking open his mask, this thing happens. And who set this thing up? There wasn't anything there when they started. I have to know!
Wait! Why do I have to know, anyway? It's his fault. He should've been looking carefully. I have nothing to do with this. I'm not even a friend of his, just an acquaintance. Why should I care?
Because I have to. It's not a matter of just being another acquaintance, it's being there for him when he needs me most. That's what I'm going to do. And maybe, just maybe, he'll open up to me and we'll finally become… friends.
Also, because, for the first time in my life, I've fallen for someone. When I was younger, I used to wonder when I'd find the perfect person for me. Now I don't have to anymore. I already found him.
* * * *
Just then, Killua tried standing up, but he couldn't. It was because the steel post had collapsed on his left leg, and the bone had snapped. He gritted his teeth and sat down again. Then it was when he realized that a handkerchief was tied to his forehead. He pulled it off and stared blankly at the dove white handkerchief that turned a murky red because of the blood. He then turned to Wendy, and for the first time since he had been in school, a slight smile was directed at her then he said, "Thank you, Ms…"
"Patterson." Wendy quickly filled in for him. She then looked at him, smiled as well and said, "You're welcome, Killua."
Well, I guess it's turning into a love story, but then again, maybe not. Please review and tell me if I should pair up an OC x Killua-sama or leave it unrequited. Comments, suggestions and flames are accepted, but try to understand my explanations if you ask me why I write the way I do now.
Killua: What?! I lost my memory?! (is interrupted when Rei covers his mouth with a hand)
Rei: Ssssshhhhhh! Keep quiet! I'm trying to write here!
Killua: (in a muffled voice) BuhwmmmssspdrmbrGonfhvnommy? Drnyymdthhppntmihtyltmtahr! = But how am I supposed to remember Gon if I have no memory? Darn you, you made this happen to me! I hate you! Let me out of here!
Rei: (Dozing in the middle of writing)Zzzzzzz… what did you say? Whatever.
Killua: (Tries to repeat what he said but due to Rei's hand holding him shut, he wasn't able to get out much except for a few mumblings)
Anyway, please read and review. I'd appreciate it very much.
-Rei:)
By: Rei Tomiyama
AN: To Ceyan- Yes, it's true that 'Zoldick' is more probable than the term I'm using. And it's also true that the majority uses 'Leorio' instead of 'Reorio'. But, despite the fact that my spelling might seem odd to you, I wrote/typed the spelling that I always thought of. And, I'm partly following katakana that was imprinted in a game of HxH in the Game Boy. Besides, think of it this way. I respect other people's spellings, such as Clapika/Kurapica for my Kurapika, Leorio for my Reorio, and even Caruto/Milky for my Karuto/Miruki. So please try to do the same. But anyway, thanks for reviewing my work.
To Yami Blue, or should I say, "Yami Ao", Darkness Blue- Thanks for reviewing. I'm happy to know that you appreciate my work. I'll try my best to keep things interesting. Oh, and did you like the "Little Gon" bit? I don't know, but if you liked it, you'll find more here. And so, we find out the reason of writing "I Am…".
Chapter Eight-Losing My Mind
"Shit! What happened over there?" A 7th grader with auburn hair exclaimed. He came running over to the injured boy and examined him.
"Oh no! Is he hurt?" Wendy, the blonde girl Killua had met earlier asked worriedly. She too ran to the boy's side and let out an audible gasp.
"What? What is it?" Little Gon was questioning from the sidelines. He waited for an answer, but there came none. Finally, annoyed and impatient, he stepped out of the sidelines to find out the answer.
Wendy shook her head while getting her pure white handkerchief. She replied, "He's unconscious right now, and blood is dripping from his forehead. His hair is matted with it, too."
"But…" But he promised me he'd be friends with me and that we'd be like brothers, Little Gon thought. What's going to happen now?
"Is he going to be okay?" Gon asked again. Wendy didn't appear to notice him. She was too busy tying her handkerchief to his forehead to stop the blood from flowing. The other 7th grader then tried to remove the steel post that fell on his leg, and finally managed to move it a bit, but his leg was still crushed underneath it.
"Damn! Damn it! It's not working! He's still bleeding!" Wendy muttered furiously. She then called out to the still and silent crowd on the sidelines, "Could anyone please help me here? Please? Somebody call the school nurse! He's hurt! Please! Someone help him!" By this time, tears were streaming down her pale cheeks, and plopped down Killua's face, causing him to awaken.
Killua's P.O.V.
Where am I? I can hear voices in the background, but who are they?
Shit! My head hurts like hell, but I can feel someone tying it with something. It feels a lot better. But now there's something different in the air. It feels uneasy and morose. What's happening? And why is something weighing heavily on my leg?
Something fell on my face. What is it?
* * *
"What's happening?" Killua asked sluggishly. He looked around him and asked again, "What's happening?"
No one dared answer him. When they didn't, he demanded them, "Look, if you don't tell me, I'll never know why I'm here. What happened?"
"Um, Zordick, you crashed into that steel post and hit your head." Wendy stopped crying and slowly explained.
"Is that my name? Zordick?" Killua strangely asked.
"Of course it is! What else would be your name? Your name is Killua Zordick, foreign student!" Wendy replied, a bit perplexed.
"Oh. I just asked because… I don't remember what my name is anymore."
Wendy's P.O.V.
Oh my God! He has amnesia! It must have been that blow to his head. Aahh! What am I going to do? He'll have to know me all over again, and just when I thought I was cracking open his mask, this thing happens. And who set this thing up? There wasn't anything there when they started. I have to know!
Wait! Why do I have to know, anyway? It's his fault. He should've been looking carefully. I have nothing to do with this. I'm not even a friend of his, just an acquaintance. Why should I care?
Because I have to. It's not a matter of just being another acquaintance, it's being there for him when he needs me most. That's what I'm going to do. And maybe, just maybe, he'll open up to me and we'll finally become… friends.
Also, because, for the first time in my life, I've fallen for someone. When I was younger, I used to wonder when I'd find the perfect person for me. Now I don't have to anymore. I already found him.
* * * *
Just then, Killua tried standing up, but he couldn't. It was because the steel post had collapsed on his left leg, and the bone had snapped. He gritted his teeth and sat down again. Then it was when he realized that a handkerchief was tied to his forehead. He pulled it off and stared blankly at the dove white handkerchief that turned a murky red because of the blood. He then turned to Wendy, and for the first time since he had been in school, a slight smile was directed at her then he said, "Thank you, Ms…"
"Patterson." Wendy quickly filled in for him. She then looked at him, smiled as well and said, "You're welcome, Killua."
Well, I guess it's turning into a love story, but then again, maybe not. Please review and tell me if I should pair up an OC x Killua-sama or leave it unrequited. Comments, suggestions and flames are accepted, but try to understand my explanations if you ask me why I write the way I do now.
Killua: What?! I lost my memory?! (is interrupted when Rei covers his mouth with a hand)
Rei: Ssssshhhhhh! Keep quiet! I'm trying to write here!
Killua: (in a muffled voice) BuhwmmmssspdrmbrGonfhvnommy? Drnyymdthhppntmihtyltmtahr! = But how am I supposed to remember Gon if I have no memory? Darn you, you made this happen to me! I hate you! Let me out of here!
Rei: (Dozing in the middle of writing)Zzzzzzz… what did you say? Whatever.
Killua: (Tries to repeat what he said but due to Rei's hand holding him shut, he wasn't able to get out much except for a few mumblings)
Anyway, please read and review. I'd appreciate it very much.
-Rei:)