A/N: Hey guys, sorry for being a Togashi. I had a lot of exams and stuff, so...yeah.
This is not another new fic, but the new version of Black and White. I'll be taking the old one down if I remember -.-
There'd be changes here, as I'm technically rewriting the things here, so...yeah. There's changes to plot and stuff...and this might Include bits of the anime and manga, and maybe some omakes. I apologise in advance for any errors.
I don't own Hunter x Hunter or anything else that is mentioned.
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Chapter 1: I don't do well with crowds.
"Here's your number tag miss. Please keep your tag on at all times." A green hand reached out at the girl, handing her the circular piece of wood as she accepted it hesitantly. "Thanks."
The green...blob in a suit nodded and waddled away.
Looking back down at her palm, she tossed it upwards. Number 297 eh? She spun it nonchalantly on her index finger. I wonder how many applicants there are in a Hunter Exam.
Flipping it over, she noticed a small silver rectangle stuck at the back where the pin should be. Poking the rectangle, she concluded that it wasn't like a crocodile clip either, it was just a block of something. Funny, did they have to bring their own tape?
Casting an analysing gaze at the people surrounding her, all she saw was people walking around with their badges perfectly attached; no one was holding it in their hands at all. Wait...she narrowed her eyes, what if this badge was spoilt?
Crap, what if this was a test?
I can't lose to a piece of wood!
"Uh, can I help you?" Interrupting her panic attack, she turned around to see plump man, with his hair combed back and an atrocious-looking box nose.
Fuyona narrowed her eyes further. Was it some kind of cosplay?
"Name?" Great manners she had there.
"Tonpa. It's my thirty-fifth time here," he reached out a hand. "By the way, the badge just sticks onto the clothing, don't worry." He added.
Ignoring the outstretched hand, she pressed the badge against her coat and was surprised that it stuck. Holy shit. What did they put in them?! She mentally slapped herself. She should've used gyo!
Finally acknowledging the man, she eyed his badge silently, noting that his Shouko was still closed. "Hello..." She uttered, looking at him. "...Tonpa-san."
Tonpa laughed heartily, slapping her back as he chuckled. "Just call me Tonpa!" He grinned. "I can tell you're a rookie, not even knowing how to put on the badge..." Fuyona scowled, crossing her arms. So I was over analysing, so what? "How?"
Mistaking her grumpiness for being discovered so easily, his chest swelled with pride. "I've taken this test many times, I have some valuable information on all of them, wanna know?" Isn't that guy straightforward?
Plus, who the hell would be proud failing the Exam so many times?
"Why are you helping me?"
"Just trying to increase the number of Hunters in the world."
Fuyona tuned him out as soon as he jabbered on, barely noting the numbers he seemed to talk about as she surveyed the area of the Zaban cave.
It was crowded with people of different sizes and height, some standing in groups while others loitered alone, scanning her surroundings like her. Quiet chatter could be heard, often quieting slightly whenever the lift door opened to reveal applicants.
"...so Hisoka's dangerous!" Tonpa finished, looking at the quiet girl beside him. "Hey, finding this place takes a lot of time and smarts, good job! Wanna celebrate?" The squat man dug around in his bag, fishing out two cans of orange juice. "Here."
I knew it. Fuyona sighed. "There's poison in it, right?" She shoved her hands in her coat pockets. "I'm not going to accept it."
Tonpa flustered immediately. "O-of course not! I just want to celebrate a-and congratulate people here! It's u-uh..." was he caught?
"I'm kidding." Fuyona deadpanned, cutting him off effectively. Taking the can out of his hands, she muttered a thanks much his relief.
Opening the drink, she made a big show off downing the spiked juice, crushing the aluminium with the heel of her boot as she smirked at Tonpa. "It tastes good."
She could see the gleam in his beady eyes. "Thanks, tastes really sweet no?"
"I wasn't talking about the juice, Tonpa," she flicked the flattened can at his face. "I was talking about the laxative." She snickered at his gobsmacked expression. "I'm immune to poison, you idiot. That shit doesn't work on me."
So the girl ambled away, laughing at the circular imprint where the can had struck, drawing curious gazes.
"That's Tonpa."
"Looks like a greenie figured it out."
"But she drank it, right?"
"She'll be stuck in the toilet for days."
Idiots. Couldn't they tell her beforehand?! What nice people they were.
Well, at least she was immune to it.
Strolling to the wall of the cave, she slid down against the muddy surface, dropping her bag and placing her head on her knees. When did the registering for the Exam close? She couldn't remember.
The Hunter Exam. The thought of it made her heart beat faster in excitement. There were only so many Hunters in the world. what made the test so difficult? Her eyelids drooped. She was feeling sleepy. Her eyelids felt like metal shutters, getting heavier each time she blinked. When did she last sleep? She couldn't remember. Three, no four days?
Or was it four weeks...?
Her world went black.
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I woke up to see feet.
Yes, feet.
And what is so special about said feet?
No, not because there were square like Tonpa's nose. No, not because it smelled. It was because they were turned towards me. You know? The part where the toes are?
Fun Fact: It usually means that someone is facing you.
"What?' My voice was muffled, still holding traces of sleepiness caused by spontaneous nap. I tensed, hands balling into fists as I waited for a reply.
The pair of feet said nothing.
Okay, maybe I was talking to the wrong body part. I lifted my head grumpily, turning to have a full on glare at whoever disturbed my sleep. A Fuyona that just woke up was not a happy Fuyona. Not like I ever felt happy.
"What?!" I snapped again, now looking at a pair of (not feet this time) blue eyes.
My first thought was that he was a foreigner, before I remembered that I must probably be considered as one too, having taken a ship to Zaban City. But he didn't look like any of the locals, so he probably was one.
Second thought was that he looked familiar, with fluffy white hair and pale skin that seemed to poke into my oldest memories. But the more I thought about it, the more sure I was that hadn't seen him before.
The boy blinked back.
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A/N: I'm afraid that you would have to deal with short chapters throughout this fic (that is if I can even finish this). Sorry, I tried. That said, maybe it's to keep it short and sweet? (Heheh)
Expect irregular updates due to academics and laziness. I'm pretty sure there'll never be a long enough chapter unless I combined three chapters and set my hair on fire.
Ah, this is an Killua/OC fic,( just in case I forget to add that in summary) so...yeah. If you like that kind of stuff read it. If you don't like it...don't flame.
I don't think there'd be any rated scenes...just fluff and awkwardness? Rated T because of swearing. So...yeah.
Random: I have a bad case of fish-memory here, but can I ask something? Does Killua tell Gon and the others that he is a Zoldyck? Like, literally, "I'm a Zoldyck?" If so? What episode?
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