A/N

I recently came up with an idea for another story while sitting in class(I'm a really good student obviously)so I decided to write it down. After coming home I got to work. There will be a few things In this story I want to explain

FIRST: The story is a bit dark so don't say I didn't warn you.

SECOND: When you see something like this 'My name is Scarlet' It means It is written down while "My name is Scarlet" Is someone speaking. Now if its slanted "My name is Scarlet" It's either a dream or a thought.

THIRD: My OC Scarlet will be a strong character however, she will be strong because she worked for it for years. So if you still don't like that idea then you have been warned.

FOURTH: I will accept any and all criticism with open arms, I love when people tell me they enjoy my writing and I accept that I am not the best writer. If you have negative thoughts of anything in the story then please don't be afraid to let me know, I can only get better through help and experience.

AND FINALLY: I do not own Hunter X Hunter

So enjoy my new story :D

The Early Years

Appearances can be deceiving. While most only see what it looks like, only few can see it for what it is. I learned this early on. While an outsider might look at my village and see good, I look at it and see evil. However, sometimes no one takes the time to look at something because it's different. I am such a case.

I was hated, beaten, and enslaved for the smallest of reasons. My parents held no love for me, and my clan did nothing to help me. I was alone for such a stupid reason, one that wasn't even so different from the others. I just so happened to be born with eyes that glow scarlet.

My entire clan has eyes that turn scarlet when they show emotions. That goes for every. single. person. I only had one small difference from them, my eyes were always scarlet, and they glow brighter than anyone else's. This small difference was enough for them to walk all over me.

Oh how I hate the Kurta clan.

In my clan, children wouldn't normally gain their scarlet eyes until the age of at least three. So when I was born, my red eyes were shocking, but I was cared for like any normal child and given the name Scarlet. Days went by and my eyes never changed from their scarlet color, In fact they seemed to glow brighter. My parents were worried and asked the elder for guidance. He was no help at all. The words that left his lips changed my life from one that could be filled with love to one that would be hell. "She's possessed by a demon"

A year went by and my parents couldn't find a way to 'cure' me so they gave up. My parents after that didn't even try to care for me. I became a slave to them. The initial love they had for me flew out the window and I became a demon in their eyes. That even became my name, 'Demon'.

Once I started growing up I began doing everything my parents wanted, just trying to gain their love. All they gave me in return was orders and beatings. I cooked every meal, cleaned every room and scrubbed every floor. I did everything in the house and never said a word, never cried a drop, never showed any feelings. It's not like I really knew how anyways. Looking back, it probably fueled the 'She's a demon' argument.

I was never allowed outside and was fed the bare minimum. I was so pale, a ghost would've looked tan in comparison. So skinny, I would snap like a twig. My strength was barely enough to lift the tools I used. Yet I was still beaten when I messed up anything. Eventually they just beat me for fun. I had scars running everywhere except my face. As if hurting that would hurt the daughter I stole from them.

I lived that way for ten years before I went outside for the first time. It was the first time I was allowed to leave the house, however there was a reason for it. My so called mother was terribly sick and my father was injured from a 'normal hunting trip accident'(apparently stepping on your own trap is normal). He had ordered me to go to the store and hand them a note and cash. At this time I couldn't read and had no concept of money, I was just told to bring back medicine.

I left the house on wobbly legs. The sun was bright and my skin reflected the light like a magnifying glass. The rags I wore were the ones I considered my good set, not that I had more than three changes anyways.

I walked around the village and looked for the house that was described to me. I received stares and names from other villagers along the way. I heard many voices that day but they all said things along the lines of 'demon' or 'monster'. "There really is no place for me" I thought bitterly to myself.

After an hour of searching for the store I finally stumbled across something that matched the description my father gave me. I weakly stumbled through the door and slowly walked up to the counter like my father had told me to do. I looked up at the old woman behind the counter and handed her the note and money my father had given me.

She read the note and looked at me with something in her eyes that I had never seen before. I wasn't sure what it was, but it was something other than disgust and hate. I was never sure, but it looked almost sad. She reached behind her for something when there was a shout from somewhere behind me.

"WHAT'S THAT DOING HERE?!" I didn't even flinch, just slowly turned around to face the fellow kurta. The woman standing there was slightly taller than the old woman behind the counter and had similar features, I could only assume it was the older woman's daughter. "DO YOU REALIZE WHAT IT BEING HERE COULD DO TO OUR IMAGE?!" I cast my gaze down to the floor at that.

"But I can't leave unless I get the medicine..." I whispered to myself. After I muttered that I guess the woman heard me because she looked at me in shock.

"Monsters don't have the right to speak like that to normal people." The woman said in a cold tone similar to my parents. My head fell even further and I whispered the words that I never knew would save me.

"I wish someone would come and take my eyes, that way I might finally be normal."

The few minutes that passed after that were tense. The woman went back to yelling and at me to get out but I held my ground. After a few more minutes I finally received what I went for from the old woman and quickly hurried back to my house.

On the way back I was looking at the bottle in my hands trying to make out the strange shapes on the label when I accidently bumped into someone. I heard them fall with a grunt and I quickly looked to see who It was. My eyes found a frail brown haired boy laying on the ground.

"Hey, what was that for?" A blonde haired boy with blue eyes shouted at me. I looked at him and bowed waiting for my beating to come. I stood there in a bowed position until I heard the boy I knocked down speak up

"It's ok Kurapika, I'm sure it was an accident." I stayed in my bowed position surprised no fist connected yet. The blonde helped the frail boy up and turned to glare at me.

"Well aren't you going to apologize?" the blonde asked. I looked up at that.

"But when I do it makes the beatings worse..." I explained playing with my thumbs. The glare softened and I saw he was about to speak when I heard a screech. I looked up to see a blonde haired woman with blue eyes running towards us at top speed.

"Kurapika, Pairo, GET AWAY FROM THAT!" She screamed. I just bowed again and the next thing I felt was a rock hitting the side of my head drawing blood. After that I noticed there was a crowd started to form around us all throwing rocks at me. I just stayed in my position gripping the medicine taking all the hits. The boys were dragged away by the woman and I stayed taking the beating I expected a few minutes late. The blood running out of my wounds made me start to get dizzy so I started to race home before I passed out.

Upon making It home I ran upstairs into my parents room to see an angry dad. His frown turned into a slight smirk as he saw the condition I was in. I handed him the medicine and ran downstairs and into my 'room'. In other words the closet that held my two other changes of clothes and some sheets to lay on.

I quickly ripped one of my only other pairs of clothes and made them into small strips to cover the wounds I had received. The bandages were poorly fastened but would at least stop me from bleeding all over my sheets. After my bandages were in place I quickly laid down and went to sleep.

A few months went by and both my parents had healed. My life went back to normal. I would clean cook and slave over whatever else they needed while they would give me beatings in return. However one night something different happened.

I was cleaning a mess my father made late at night before he went to sleep when I saw the boy I knocked down looking through the window at me. I stiffened and walked towards it to open it. Once open the boy grabbed my wrist and pulled me out. I yelped and fell out of the window and onto the frail boy. We both sat up and he looked at me with dull eyes.

"You're the one everyone calls the demon right?" He asked me and I nodded to confirm. "Well I don't see why everyone is so mean to you, just because you're different." I looked up to him again to see him stand. I stood up afterwards and he stuck his hand out to me. "I'm Pairo." He said quietly. I was a little shocked by his kindness towards me, especially since he was one of the people who actually had a reason to be mad at me. I had knocked him down and ran.

"Do you not know what a handshake is?" He asked me and I shook my head. "Well it's a greeting" he said happily. "Something you do when you meet new people. While you shake hands you tell each other your names. So" he took my hand and started shaking it." My name is Pairo, what's yours?" he looked at me expectantly and I shook my head. "What you don't want to tell me?" the boy said hurt.

"I just don't know."I said bitterly.

"Well what do people call you?"

"Demon or monster" He frowned.

"Well that's not a good name to have." he said and started thinking. "Ah Is there something else you've ever been called?" I nodded my head. "Well what is it?"

"Sometimes my parents will tell me to give them Scarlet back." I said quietly.

"So its Scarlet then?" I shrugged, "Then I'll call you Scarlet." he said happily. He chatted to me the rest of the night and slowly I began to talk back to him. We talked about many things and he taught me many more. After a while he began to get tired. Soon enough the boy stood and said goodbye. As he turned to leave I grabbed his wrist. He turned to look at me expectantly

"Will you come talk to me again?" I asked

"Sure I will" He smiled at me "What kind of friend would I be if I didn't talk to you again." With that I smiled. The first smile I ever shared with someone. In that moment I felt one emotion, Happiness.

Soon enough he started visiting at least once a week at night time and we talked. He shared stories about his friend Kurapika and stories about what he did with him. He told me that he was almost completely blind and incredibly weak due to a fall. He was the first to share anything with me.

Soon enough I was eleven and one night I woke up to screams and the smell of smoke. I walked out of my closet to see a large hairy man towering over my parents. I walked towards them and saw the both were injured and had scarlet eyes like mine. I grabbed the first aid kit and walked over to them brushing past the big man to my mom who had cuts up and down her arm with glass shards stuck in them.

I reached out to take her arm when she grabbed me and threw me towards the man. I stumbled into him and looked up to see an amused grin on his face. He was scary I turned back to my parents and tried to tend to my mom's arm again just to be thrown into the big man again. This time I heard her scream something.

"TAKE THIS DEMON INSTEAD!" she shouted at the man while I simply ignored it and went to walk towards my mother again only to be stopped by a large hand on my throat.

"So, you are going to ignore me?" He asked holding me up squeezing my throat. I was unable to take in air and slowly started to pass out when I heard another voice.

"Uvo, Drop the girl." I landed on the ground and crumpled immediately coughing my lungs up.

I looked up with blurry vision to see another man by the large mans side, He had black hair and wore a trench coat. There was a cross on his forehead and matched the ones on his coat. "Are you here to take my eyes?" I asked in a barely audible voice. Somehow I managed to sound hopeful.

"It sounds like that's what you want." the large man laughed. I nodded and his gaze darkened. "Why would you want me to take your eyes from you?"

"Because then I won't be different, I won't be a demon." once again my voice sounded broken, barely audible and nonexistent.

The man in the coat leaned over me and looked at me for a while. I looked down and started playing with my thumbs again. The bigger man spoke up "Why are you different from them?"

"My eyes are always scarlet, They don't change to another color." My voice failing me.

"Hypocrites" The shorter man said. "They hide because of their eyes then put you down the same way others do to them." He then looked at me and gave me a spoon. "You shall take the eyes, but not yours. You deserve your beautiful eyes while the 'parents' behind you don't deserve the treasures." I looked up at him shocked. "So take their eyes"

I froze, unsure what to do. I looked at the man then the spoon then my parents then back to the man. He seemed to understand my confusion and pushed me towards them. I looked at them and watched them start screaming and trying to kick me. Both the men grabbed a parent and held them down for me. Finally deciding to do it I walked up to my father first who was being held down by the larger man and looked into his eyes. I raised my spoon and slowly scooped out his left eye the screams of agony from my father made me flinch but I slowly raised my spoon to take out the other one too.

I dropped the eyes into containers as instructed by the cloaked man and went to my mother next. Soon enough there were two pairs of jars with the eyes of my parents in them. After that both my parents necks were snapped and the cloaked man walked over to me and crouched down again I handed him the spoon and pointed to my eyes. "Do you want to be blind?" I thought about the question for a while before answering.

"Sometimes a blind person is the only one who can see." I said in my small voice. The man grinned and set a hand on my head.

"Then will you come with us and use your eyes for me?" I thought it over but then hesitantly nodded "Ok, let's go Uvo" and with that I followed the men out.

I followed the men through the town. There were bodies everywhere and each one had their eyes taken out. The smell of blood and burning flesh was nauseating but I ignored it. I walked on following the two men until I saw it. The house my friend lived at. It was slightly ahead of us and just started to burn. I noticed my pace quickened because I was past the two men but I didn't care. The one person I could call friend was there and I hoped he was alright. As I got closer the man in the trench coat stopped me with a hand on my shoulder.

"Is there someone that lives here you know?" I nodded "Who are they to you?"

"The only one who has ever called me something other than demon." I explained. At that time I saw a woman with pink hair drag the brown haired boy out of the house and threw his lifeless body on the ground. The next thing I knew I was running to him. The man In the trench coat appeared in front of the pink haired girl and stopped her from attacking me.

Once I got to the boy I realized he was badly injured. He had a deep cut along his chest and was missing an arm. His blood was gushing out of his body so fast I knew he wouldn't make it. I got on my knees In front of him and noticed he still had his eyes, but they weren't scarlet. "Scarlet" I heard him mutter. "Scarlet is that you?"

"Ye-" was all I said before I had another coughing fit.

"Don't talk, it sounds painful." he said. "Are you uninjured?" I nodded and hoped he could see. "Good" he said again and closed his eyes. I started shaking him and they flipped open again. "Oh sorry." He was quiet again for a few moments "Scarlet, can you do something for me?" I nodded again. "Can you take my eyes?" he asked. I must've looked confused because he went to speak again. "Can you take my eyes and give them to Kurapika? He was the one who wanted to heal them so I want him to have them." I understood and nodded my head. "Ok, then I will let them turn scarlet." and just like that they turned a beautiful shade of red. I hesitated but he nodded at me so I slowly dug my fingers into his skull. He didn't wince or cry out but I had taken both of the beautiful eyes out of his head. There was a silence that fell between us until he spoke his final words. "Thank you Scarlet. You really are a good friend." I would imagine he would close his eyes but they were no longer in his head. The only sign my friend was gone was the way his head fell.

I felt tears in my eyes as I stood up again and walked over to the pink haired woman and trench coat man with Pairo's eyes in my hands. Once I reached them the pink haired woman looked at me in surprise. "I couldn't get that boys eyes to turn but you did" she said in a cold voice while holding out two jars. I placed one eye in each jar and took the set out of her hands. I then turned to the man in the trench coat to ask but the pink haired girl stopped me before I could speak. "We heard what he said and Danchou has already agreed to it, those eyes are yours now." I smiled bitterly and nodded my head.

It didn't take long for the group to finish the entire clan off, Kurapika and I were the only Kurta remaining. After a couple minutes, about twelve others circled me. The man in the trench coat introduced me as Scarlet to all of them. He then introduced all of the others to me.

He first introduced the entire group as the phantom troupe. He explained that the troupe had thirteen spots all together and pointed out one of the members had recently died. He then went on to explain how the group works. Apparently the group operates like a spider, there are twelve legs and one head. the head orders the legs and tells them what to do, so the head has the power, however the head is powerless without the legs. If a leg dies the spider can keep moving and if the head dies then one of the legs will take the heads place.

He then went on to introduce all the legs to me. There was Uvogin the large muscular man who I first met, Machi the pink haired girl who I had to admit was pretty. Franklin another large man who had earlobes that went down to his chest, Phinks a blonde man with no eyebrows and a sphinx as a hat, Bonolenov a mummy looking thing with boxing gloves, Feitan another man in a long coat with an umbrella, Pakudona a tall woman wearing no bra, Kortopi a very short man about my height with VERY long hair that covered his whole face, Nobunaga a samurai who looked pissed, Shalnark who seemed like an innocent boy and looked a lot like a kurta, and Omokage a tall man with grey hair and a weird coat(If you don't know who this is it's the old number four Hisoka replaced).These were the current eleven legs. He then introduced himself "And I am Chrollo Lucifer, the head of the spider." He said

"Pakudona, write the note." I watched the woman write the note and furrowed my eyebrows at the letters "Can't read can you?" Chrollo asked. I shook my head "Then I will teach you". We then left, leaving the note that I was told read 'We reject no one, so take nothing from us.'

END

Well that's it, Please let me know what you think and give me tips on where I should go with this character. While I already have an Idea and part of the next chapter written, I don't know if Scarlet will end up in the exam or not. I want to follow the timeline as best as possible but I don't want to make it the same as every other fic.

Also, sorry about my other fan fiction, I'm currently stuck in a block and can't figure out how I messed up so bad. I will try to update it soon but I can't promise anything.