*casually walks in with a bag of popcorn*
So, I've been gone for a while. Yeah, sorry about that guys. I've been in finals hell for the past month and haven't had the time to write the next chapter. I really should be studying still for the ACT next week, but oh well. At least summer is here...hehehe...not for me, though. I start Summer College again next week.
I'll still write, but this is story is more of a stress reliever than anything serious. I'm not really trying to improve my writing with this or make a masterpiece of a story (ha ha, like that will ever happen with my writing skills). This is literally made to be something stupid to rant about cliches that I hate and whatnot.
Oh well. Story time.
Why are my first words always so cynical at the start, you might ask.
Well, I have a right to be cynical at the moment, considering that the second those words came out of Gon's mouth, I felt someone grab me and force me to stop in place.
Of course, most people's reaction would be to struggle. Because being stopped in the by some random person in the middle of sprinting with almost no warning was not a very pleasant thing in the slightest, let me tell you. Being grabbed by the chin and forced to look up at my assaulter was worse, not to mention kind of painful, and so was nearly falling flat on my face because of the force that this blonde bastard used to grab me.
I'm pretty sure his grip was going to leave bruises on me later on, or at least a few marks. His nails were digging into my shoulder too, almost as if he was preparing for me to run away or vanish or something. Even if I did run away, and believe me I would have, he stood as if he was prepared to pin me to the ground in order to keep me still. I think I'm over exaggerating this just a tad, but that's what it honestly felt like at the moment. Most would have screamed here.
Unfortunately, I was not like many other people and was instead, completely frozen in place.
Now you may be wondering, but aren't you a Yato? Don't you have amazing strength and speed? Couldn't you just use that amazing and overpowered strength of 10,000 men to beat his butt and run the hell away?
Well, the answer is yes. But I don't know how to even begin to control said strength and even if I did, I wasn't really thinking about using it at the moment. Or plot convenience kicked in. I can't tell in this fanfiction.
Point is, I couldn't really move, even as he was staring at me.
I was shaking, frozen and close to crying. Being held in place by the character I feared the most (well, third, right behind Hisoka and Illumi) was not on my bucket list. I tried to pull away slightly, but his grip on my shoulder was firm enough to hold me in place. I could feel tears sting in the back of my eyes.
"Where are you from?"
That was one question I wasn't really expecting, but it didn't surprise me. I actually don't know what I was expecting, so nothing would really surprise me at this point. I don't think I'd even be surprised if he suddenly started shaking me or if he were to pin me down and demand answers.
I wouldn't put it passed any of these characters.
What do I even say to that? Should I just say that I'm from the Yato Clan? Where is that even located at?
I tried to speak, feeling my voice shake as I stared into the cold eyes of this blond bastard.
"F-From Kouan..." My voice sounded even more pathetic than before.
I really hope that's the place where they are from here too.
He stared at me for a bit more, as if trying to see if there was any trace of deceit on my face...or at least that's what I assume that he is looking for. Slowly, he let go of me and stepped away. I did the same, rubbing my sore shoulder ever so slightly.
"My apologies." He didn't sound sorry at all. "Why are your eyes that color? Scarlet Eyes are only possessed by the Kurta."
I flinched.
What do I even say?
Blue didn't answer this time. She didn't even know what to do either, huh? I'm going to die here, aren't I? If I don't start bullshitting me way out of this, I might as well hurl myself down the nearest active geyser or stab myself with the knives in my bag.
"I don't have Scarlet Eyes..." I said, not even thinking about anything. "My eyes are red, yes, but they aren't Scarlet...As far as I know, the Kurta Clan never went anywhere near my clan, much less have children with them. I don't think we've ever gone anywhere near other clans, to be completely honest. At least, I don't think my parents ever did."
I was rambling even more.
"As for my eyes, I honestly think this is more of a genetic mutation than anything else, or maybe some weird gene that was passed down through my bloodline. I really wouldn't be surprised if this was the result of some freaky thing in my DNA. I don't think it's Albinism, but it might me something like it. Heck, as far as I know, they don't even look that red. I say they're more of a red orange or a light pink than anything else. Maybe it's just the lighting here that is making them look this color. They look more of an orange when in really bright light."
I was hyperventilating.
"Fun fact, the color orange was named after the fruit, not the other way around. Isn't that crazy? They used to call it red-yellow before the name "orange" was given to it. Or at least, where I'm from. I'm not sure if it is the same here for that, but maybe it is. Now I'm just spouting nonsense, aren't I? Oh hey look, we've lost the group!"
I pointed towards the empty hallways.
"Better catch up to them. See you guys there, bye." I said that all in one breath, before sprinting towards the groups that was nothing more than a spot in the distance, leaving the guys behind to catch up.
'FREEDOM!'
I caught to them pretty fast, as Yatos were also known for their godly speed and endurance in the Gintama series. I was sure that the boys would catch up soon enough. They were the main characters for a reason.
Does this mean that I can ditch them now?
'YOU LEFT THEM AGAIN? HOW COULD YOU?' Blue said, her voice sounding a bit...stuffed. 'I LEAVE TO GET A SNACK AND YOU RUIN MY FANFICTION AGAIN?! YOU MONSTER!'
'DID YOU SERIOUSLY LEAVE ME TO EMBARRASS MYSELF? DID YOU NOT JUST SEE ME RAMBLE MY ASS OFF TRYING TO SAVE MYSELF FROM THIS MESS YOUR CHARACTER DESIGN PUT ME THROUGH!'
'Not really.' She took a drink from something that sounded like a soda. 'Was it funny?'
'NO! IT WAS HELL!'
'Sounds fun. Can you go back to the group now?' Blue said. 'You were just starting to become part of the main cast!'
I highly doubt that I would ever be a main character. I feel more like a side character than anything else, even in a story about my life. I'm really nothing special, especially in this terrible story, where I'm doing nothing but being a sarcastic ass to everything I see.
I guess people like it when someone else judges things.
'Nope. Staying right here. I know you won't leave me alone to make friends with them, but every time I go over there, something happens and it's your fault, Blue.' I sighed. 'I'm pretty sure Gon already sees me as a friend, or at very least respects me here, so I won't go under their radar, if it makes you feel better. But I won't go back over there for a few more hours. Kurapika makes me uncomfortable.'
She didn't answer me after that.
It's been 4 hours since then and I kept running, not even the slightest bit winded in this new body.
It's also been three hours since I have subtly began to avoid every main character that was here, even the secondary characters or the one offs that fail this exam. That was somewhat difficult mostly because they are spread apart.
Running wasn't difficult, but I did end up getting bored after 30 minutes and ended up pulling out a book so that I could read while running. Sure, I might end up getting motion sickness, but it's better than watching a bunch of sweaty guys run ahead of me or those whats-their-faces brother taunt people into dropping out. The book was luckily in English, so I didn't have to strain myself into making out those damn scribbles that they call a writing system.
The book, on one hand, was the most useful thing that Blue could ever give me. It was a Guide to the Yato clan, full of information on everything I need to know of where this character is supposedly from here. Turns out, the Yato Clan here, much like their counterparts (also known as where Blue ripped them off from) are also based off of the Manchu Chinese (also known as the rulers of the Qing Dynasty in China) and are near identical to them. From the clothes to the traditions to the culture and social/gender roles.
Dang. Blue really put in a lot of research into this.
'Nah. I just copied and pasted Wikapedia articles into the book and just changed some of the names.'
Well, never mind then.
'So, what happens now? As interesting as this is, I don't think this social order and construct would survive after a massacre of most of our people. Definately not if they now live in refugee camps.'
Blue 'hmm'ed, as if thinking.
'I'm not really sure at this point. I'll figure it out once we get there. It's not like it's that important to this story at the moment.'
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, turning another page.
'If you say so. Just don't pull something out of your ass last minute and expect it not to flop.'
'I won't I won't. We really have to do something about that mouth of yours, though! I'm trying to keep this story family friendly and I can't have you saying all of those bad words whenever you feel like it, missy!'
I blinked. Then blinked again.
'You...want to make...a family friendly story...on the Hunter x Hunter series...' I thought slowly. 'Are we talking about the same series?...Where in the world...do you see family friendly in a show like Hunter x Hunter?'
'What do you mean?' Blue asked.
I blinked again. Wait a minute.
'Blue...how far into the series did you watch?' I asked, dreading the answer here.
'Up until the end of the Trick Tower. Why?'
Oh my god. Is she kidding me? Please let her be kidding.
'YOU HAVEN'T EVEN FINISHED THE HUNTER EXAM ARC?!' I shouted at her. 'AND YOU DECIDED TO WRITE ME INTO A FANFICTION ABOUT THIS? ARE YOU INSANE?'
I was certain this time. I was going to die.