This is shorter than I wanted it to be, but length doesn't really dictate content, so...

Did I mention how much I hated this. Well, if I was going to be noticed, I wanted to do this on my own terms.

I ran towards the group, just as Leorio was going off on a tangent about how him and Gon were not friends anymore because of something I really didn't care about.

I pulled my hood over me head even more as I ran right next to Leorio, though keeping some distance to avoid Kurapika, who was running up ahead to pretend that he doesn't know us, and Gon, who was conversing with Killua behind him.

"You don't look that old, sir." I said, hands clasping onto the soft fabric of my hood. These gloves are getting really hot.

The group went silent, mostly surprise or maybe even some confusion. I couldn't really tell since I wasn't actually looking at them.

"You don't look or act older than 19." I said. "I don't really see why anyone would think you are, sir."

'Blue, you owe me so much for this!'

The only sounds that were heard for the next few moments were the pounding of footsteps and the heavy breathing of some of the applicants. This is awkward again.

Leorio then started laughing. It wasn't booming or loud, mostly just soft chuckles. I resisted the urge to look up at him and check whether he was actually holding it in or just giggling like a school girl.

I feel like a just made a huge mistake here. Oh well.

"Thanks kid."

He patted my head. It was rough, kind of hard and made me tense up, but surprisngly comforting. Like an older brother giving you a surprise nuggie and I couldn't help but smile just a bit.

I think I somehow just won the favor of Leorio...

Great.

"Hey, how old are you?"

Killua was just as blunt as I expected him to be.

I flinched a bit and looked behind me, and instantly regreted it.

That boy made me feel like I was going to die at any minute. I know I've said that before, but this time I was actually being dead serious. I made the stupid mistake of looking into his eyes and I felt like my very soul was being dunked in a pool of ice and torn to pieces.

Eyes of a killer indeed.

He was looking at me as if he was bored by my very being. Or at least, not as interested in me as he was in Gon. Not that I minded. By all means, please be interested in anyone else but me.

"I-I'm 12..." I had to force those words out.

12...so damn young to be in this situation...so many years to be downgraded from too...

This world was insane. The real weight of my new age didn't really hit until that moment.

I was 12. I was a child who hadn't even reached the important stages of puberty. I was a child who was taking a brutal exam that could cause my death. I was a child in a world where no one would hesitate to murder me and where losing limbs were nothing but scratches or flesh wounds. I'm a fucking kid that should be at home playing video games and doing homework, not worry about all of this.

Why am I here? Even with this new and stronger body, I don't have the slightest how to fight or control this monsterous strength. Even if Blue takes control of me again (and I don't doubt it), that doesn't mean that I'll go completely unscathe.

The only choice that I have if I want to survive is by training myself into the ground like everyone else, something that I don't even want to consider putting myself through, even if it's going to happen whether I want it or not.

That doesn't even begin to cover the other factors of me being here.

I was a Yato princess. I was an heir of the deadliest clan of the most bloodthirsty warriors in the world, according to Blue. If I don't put myself through that training, they sure as hell will. If they were anything like the Yato tribe in Gintama, I was pretty much dead the second I was born into this body. I'll have to kill to survive.

Kill...Oh shoot, killing! Killing here is like second nature to everyone. In this world, you have to kill or they will kill you. Almost every main character that I remember, I know has killed at least one person. No one is free of sin here. It's only a matter of time before my hands are stained with someone else's blood. Especially with the type of clan and blood I was born into.

Please no. God, please no.

'You're overthinking this, hun. This is supposed to be fun.' Blue actually sounded a bit disturbed by this. Almost like she was trying to convince herself.

'No, I'm not.' I internally sighed. 'I'm analyzing how shitty of a situation you just put me in.'

'Yeah but...it's not as bad as it sounds...the other OCs had no problems with being here...' She trailed off.

'Those OCs were born here and were either used to it or so overpowered to the point where it doesn't bug them. You want me to live a life that is vastly different than anything I'm used to! Next thing you know, you'll want me to kill!'

'All the fanfictions that I've read had characters kill each other. They...They were never fazed by it...'

'Killing is not as easy as you think it is. I don't understand how people treat killing as awesome and badass. Murder is never ok unless it's self defense! It tears you apart on the inside! Like hell I'm doing that!'

She didn't say anything after that. I think my mood just dropped even more.

"Same as us!" Gon said, interrupting my inner monologue.

Great. Now I'm doing it.

I didn't really answer him, choosing to just lower my head and keep running. The look that Killua was making me more uncomfortable than I already was.

Most OCs might have been really hurt that Killua didn't instantly approve of them, which I think it was because he and Kurapika are fan favorites and almost always the targets for self insert love stories. Them and Hisoka.

I say nope to all. Hisoka will probably only want to kill me or ignore me. Killua isn't the type to fall in love with a random chick that he just met a few minutes ago. Kurapika is a big no no. Too old for me and there was no way that I would even want to be with someone that scared me as much as he did.

"I don't think we ever got your name, kid." Leorio said.

He was starting to run out of breath. Should I tell him that we're going to be running around 80k?

'Nah. He'll figure it out.' She still sounded a bit shaken.

Wait...did I ever give them 'my' name? I think they told me theirs. I must have ran away before I told them. Do I even have to give them Blue's character's name? I think Amber might work here.

'NO! YOU CAN'T JUST CHANGE MY CHARACTER'S PERFECT NAME! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!'

Aaaaand she's back.

'YOU JUST BLEW MY EARDRUMS OUT, BLUE!'

I'm serious. I could feel them ringing.

'WHY ARE YOU SO MEAN? WHY CAN'T YOU KEEP HER NAME?!'

'It's stupid.'

'RUDE!'

I was just about to introduce myself as Amber, when Gon spoke up for me. Was I taking to long?

"I think Mr. Tonpa said her name was Natsuki!"

DAMMIT NO! I FORGOT I INTRODUCED MYSELF TO THAT FAT BASTARD! HE MUST HAVE SAID SOMETHING WHEN I RAN AWAY!

It took every fiber of my being to nod to that.

'HA! IN YOUR FACE!'

I could just imagine her victory dancing in my head right now. I'm so adding this to the list of things to kill Blue for when the next time I see her.

"This is Killua. He's 12 too!" Gon was trying way too hard to be my friend.

I bowed my head to him in greetings, which was hard to do while basically sprinting. Oh yuck! My hair was in my face!

"Please to meet you, Killua-sama." I said.

You know, I don't really know what I was expecting him to respond with, but I certainly wasn't expecting him to say,

"Your eyes are weird."

Now, I was taken aback by this and was highly confused, before I remembered something.

"Woah! Cool! Natsuki, your eyes are red!"

I wanted to die right then and there.

"WHAT?!"

Cry.