A.N: Hello again everyone! I just wanted to thank the three people who reviewed my first chapter! I really enjoy getting review because it lets me know that people care enough about it. It's also what keep me writing. So thanks again and please enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: Me no own HxH! only plot and oc

Dream

Soft, smooth womanly hands reached out to me, and without even thinking twice, I reached up to take them in my own. My little fingers could only wrap around two of the woman's fingers, and I let out an innocent giggle that could only be produced from an infant.

"Maa maa, my little one. It will be alright. No matter what happens, though, remember that I will always love you." I don't know why, but the woman's voice, though soft as an angels, was filled with such sadness. What was wrong? What made her so? All of a sudden, there was a bright flash of light, and then pain.

Dream end

I woke with a start, and my eyes snap open. The first thing I noticed, was that I felt almost as if I were on a cloud. Soft white sheets and a puffy matress was a foreign concept to me, for I had been homeless for just about as long as I could remember. Careful not to move anything too noticeably (I didn't know where I was or if there were bad people around), I took in my surroundings. I was in a decent sized room with red carpets and beige walls. A window was to my right letting in the sun in all it's morning glory. I must've been on a tall floor, because when I tried to look out, the glare of the snow covering the rooftops almost made me blind. I quickly shut my eyes to the dazzling light, and turned my head. Whoops. So much for discreet actions, huh?

Something plopped to the right of me, and I opened my eyes. I saw the curved wodden legs of a chair, and to the side of them, were two legs with big shoes that folded over a little near the ankles. I followed the human legs up till I saw a youngish boy, maybe around 15, with swan-white hair and crystal blue eyes. He was hunched over the back of the chair, sitting spread legged and resting his chin on his arms.

"Yo," he greeted somewhat informally for just meeting someone. I couldn't reply. "So, looks like you're finally up." I gave him a puzzled look, and he seemed to understand. "You've been out for 3 days now." My eyebrows shot up in surprise. 3 days!? Geez, that's longer than I've ever slept before! Surprising me further, was that he just threw back his head and laughed a haughty laugh. "What? You've never slept like a log before? Well, what do you expect after such a traumatic night?"

Suddenly, the memories of that night came back to me. I was out in the cold streets because I had no home to return to, and was about to be captured and sold into the slave trade. After certain events, anyhow. But before the guys could do anything, they were killed by this boy.

He must've read my expression as the memories replayed themselves, and his voice turned a little bitter and eyes dimmed in brilliance. "You afraid of me now?" I remained emotionless for a few minutes. Then shook my head. No. I wasn't afraid of this boy. Granted, I had no idea about how he came to be so used to killing that it didn't even faze him, but then again, I also had my own past secrets. If anything, I owed this boy everything. After all, he had saved me, and anybody who could save another in need couldn't possibly be that bad of a person, right?

The boy sincerely looked surprised, but then quickly hid his eyes with his bangs. "Heh. Yeah, right. I'm sure you're just saying that so I don't kill you too." A rustle of sheets later, I stood before him, and put my hand on his downcast head. He jolted a little at my touch, and looked up, just ever so slightly. What he saw, made him believe his words. I looked down at him with a face that just read gratitude, but more than that, it radiated trust. I trusted this person more than I have anybody else in my entire life. To me, this snow-haired angel was my savior, no matter what he may have done in the past.

The boy's eyes softened considerably, seeming to accept that I was in no way lying to him, and he flashed me that same smile I was starting to associate with him. It was one of happiness and gratitude, and yet, deep down, that smile also hid a deep sadness.

"Well, whatever. Once you're up to it, we can find your parents or something and get you home safe and sound, ok?" he said casually, standing up and putting his hands behind his head. Then as an afterthought, he turned back around slightly and added, "Oh, by the way, I'm Killua. Zoldyck Killua. What's yours?"