A.N: Hi again! I want to thank everyone who has reviewed so much! I'm really glad that people like my story, that even a lazy bum like me feels like she can keep updating. But anyways, here is a chapter that a lot of you reviewers have been looking forward to, so please enjoy XD
DISCLAIMER: Do I really have to keep saying it?
Killua: Oh, don't be lazy.
Me: I just said that I am, though.
Killua: 0o... Humph. Fine. whatever. But let's just get this clear *death glare* No one owns me.
Me: I surrender! \(0_0)/
Killua: Good.
Shizuka: *Karate chops Killua on the head*
Killua: Ow!
Shizuka: Be nice, Killua
Killua: Haiiiii...
Me: *side whispers* No one owns you my butt
Killua: *Evil eye daggers* ... Just get on with the story
Killua's POV
The shabby girl's eyes widen as I introduces myself. 'Heh. Guess even street people have heard about the infamous family of professional assassins,' I think to myself.
Anyways, I was still waiting for her to answer my question when she looked down and shake her head sadly.
"Hmm?" I muse. "What? Don't want to tell me?" I guess that sounded a little harsher than I had wanted because she quickly flailed her arms and shook her head quickly, indicating that that wasn't her intention. "Then what?" I make an irritated face, and my keen people sense picked up the slight fear rising in her from the slightest darting of her striking violet eyes and the twitch of a frown from the corners of her full lips. I crossed my arms to wait to see if she would answer me within the next century.
Finally, her face lights up as if she got an idea, and she lifted her chin to expose her flawless (well, would be flawless if not caked in quite a bit of dirt and mud) neck. She tapped the dip between her throat and collar bones and then made a quick cutting motion across it twice. She made a sad face.
My irritation turned into one of puzzlement, and asked incredulously, "Wait, you can't speak?" She nodded, looking down. I stare at her. And stare. And stare. Finally, I couldn't hold it anymore. I burst out laughing like a lunatic who was being tickled by a feather.
Girl's POV:
Huh? I thought. Why the hell is he laughing? I was downright indignant, and ended up mouthing "What?" In between his uncouth laughing fits, he managed to choke out, "Y-you're the first person *laugh* that I've ever met *laugh* that's not able to talk!" 'Why is that funny?' I thought to myself. For some suspicious reason, he face seemed to resemble that of a mischievous cat's. Whiskers, ears, and all. "That means I can tease you and you won't be able to say anything back!" Another fit of laughter.
A tick mark appears on my forehead and my eye twitches. I smile one of those creepy anime smiles while radiating an aura that practically screamed "Go die!" I walk up to him, said boy laughing too hard to notice, and I smack him right on the head, knocking him over.
He face-planted the floor, and stayed there with steam coming from his head where I chopped him. After a few seconds, he shot straight up and howled, "Itaiiiiiii!" His hands immediately went to his idiocy induced injury, and glared at me, "What was that for?" he demanded childishly.
My arms were crossed and I humphed. I opened one eye to look down at the boy, stuck out my tongue and pulled the bottom of my eye down, making a face at him.
A twin tick appeared on his forehead. "Why I oughta!" He was pushing up his navy blue undershirt's sleeves when I stopped him. I waved my pointer finger and clicked my tounge. I pointed to myself, and held out a 1. I then pointed to Killua, and put up a number 2. I held myself up as I took on a playful aura of pretending to be a regal queen Ladies first, dear Killua, ladies first.
Ok, now the poor blue-eyes boy seemed completely confused. I opened my mouth to laugh, but as expected, no sound came out. I made a "V" with two fingers signaling that victory was mine. But you know, for the first time in my life, I was actually truly happy. Granted, this guy may not exactly be the most tactful or sensitive person around, but he didn't question my dumbness or treat me any differently like so many others had. He didn't look at me with a hopeless, pitiful face that I had started to resent a long time ago. And I knew that, deep down, that was more precious to me than anything he could have said.
Killua sighed and just gave up. "Erg, whatever. Anyways, what is your name?" All light-hearted feelings melted as he turned serious again. I shook my head, but this time keeping a straight face. Truth is, is that it's been so long since I've been called something even remotely resembling a name, that I've simply forgotten it. I'm sure I was given one when I was born, but considering that I've lived on the streets since I was four, I didn't remember it.
"Don't have a name?" he guess in a monotone. I nodded. He was silent for a while as if thinking, but then turned to leave. I just stoof there dumb struck. I really had no idea what I was expecting, but it certainly wasn't just him accepting that I was nameless. Maybe I was hoping, just a little bit, that he might care enough to make one up for me? But I guess I was getting my hopes up because of my own inexperience with people.
Just before he walked out the door, without turning around, he said, "The shower's in the room next door to the right. Go get cleaned up and then meet me downstairs. I'll treat you to something. I can't sleep with your stomach making all that noise, after all." Then he added something after his last sentence. It was extremely subtle and in my depressed mood, I almost missed what he meant as he casually threw in, "Got it, Shizuka?"