I recently went to look for a crossover for my two favorite anime ever and saw like 3 that was really good, but the rest wasn't so good. I thought why not write your own, so here I am.

I don't own Hunter x Hunter or Fairy tail. And I might die writing this, either from a lack of sleep or laziness or being killed by my editor. My editor, who will kill me if I don't give her credit, is OtakuPrincess010. She is also an author, she is currently working on a Diabolik Lovers fanfiction. But she found enough kindnessin her cruel heart to help me write this story.(yeah she even helps me on my H.W. best GF ever)

Monster, how should I feel

Creatures lie here, looking through the window

Rin's POV

The maze of trees is nothing but a blur as I run for my dear life. My breath comes out as short, hard gasp. Even with the crunching of the leaves and snapping of twigs under my bare feet, I can still hear the men shouting out and their footsteps following me. Conflicting in my head on whether or not I should turn around and see if they are still chasing me, I run even faster.

I take a hard left into an area where the rays of the afternoon sun are blocked out, leaving nothing but shadows. I frantically scan the area, searching for a soul that may see me. Not spying a single person, I quickly transform into a shadow.

My formless, dark body is camouflaged in the large shadows of the trees. I stay silent as the quartet of men hurries by me. The three buffy one and one that can't be more than two years older than me, which would make him around thirteen or fourteen.

I stay in my shadow form until they are far from range, which is quite far when you can hear things from dozens of meters away. The longer I'm like this, more I can feel my already low magic power level plummet.

With a sigh, I morph make into my human form. My legs are numb when I place them on the ground, so I end up sinking onto the forest floor. My black jeans are fading and full of rips, which wasn't the original design. I brush the bits of leaves and dirt from my sore bare feet.

Wiping the beads of sweat from my forehead with the back of my cut wrist. I try to steady my breathing so it comes out in a normal rhythm. Once my legs didn't feel like they were going to give out on me any second now, I make my way to town for some food and new clothing.

Walking out of the wooded area, I see a small town a short walk away. I sigh in frustration as I make my way toward the village. I begin to mentally prepare myself for the dozens of stares I'm going to receive from the people I'm going to surround myself with.

A young girl with tattered jeans, shoeless feet, and I fading black and white checkered crop top is quite an odd and uncommon site. As a bonus, my unnaturally long hair, that is perfectly divided into a black half and snow white, covered in twigs, dirt, and mud.

As soon as I step off of the dirt trail and onto the stone ground of the village, I hear the gasp and whispers around me. I even though I have had to endure this public torment for over two years now, I have never gotten used to their piercing eyes, pointing fingers, and hushed whispers

I shove my hand into the pocket of my tattered jeans, feeling the few jewels I was able to snatch in the last town I was in, and my music player that is wrapped in my earbuds, a treasure I will never replace.

I now figure out that I have far too little jewels to purchase any type of clothing to cover myself. I do know that there is enough to get a quick bite to eat, and thankfully I can cook a decent meal later.

I walk over to a man who was selling fruits and baked goods. The merchant physically flinches as I walk in front of his booth, the lady behind him frozen in fear. I pretend to not notice and pick up and apple and a small roll of bread. I reach into my pocket to hand him the money.

As I extend my hands, he takes a step back and puts his hands up in defense. "I-It's fine, just ta-take the food and leave," he insists in a shaking voice. I have stopped the habit of inserting to pay long ago and I simply nod. As I walk away I hear the woman behind the stand whisper, "Good choice, the money would have probably been cursed."

I roll my black and light icy blue eyes as I take a bite into the juicy fruit. Looking strange doesn't make a person evil, just different. Walking down an almost deserted street, my ears pick up on murmuring and footsteps that I didn't since before. My adrenaline spikes as I sense a nearing presents.

But I'm too late.

Before I know it, an unseen force is on me and I'm being pushed down into an alley. I stumble and fall to the hard ground. I look up to see no one, but I can hear them. They are invisible. "Show yourself," I say as sternly as I can.

A man appears out of thin air in front of me. He has blue hair that is styled in a buzz cut. I immediately recognize him from the group I saw in the woods. I look around the alley, searching for the remaining members of his group.

"Hey, guys, I found the brat," the man says. I get up, preparing for the fight I know I'm going to have to take part in. A man with a leather jacket and boots joined by a smaller dude with wilder brown hair step into view behind Buzzcut.

"So it is," Leather Jacket says with a smirk. "The same freak who thought she could tell us what to do with our members and waste our hard earned money." He spits and the saliva lands right by my left foot.

I wasn't trying to tell them what to do necessarily, I thought I was helping out a defenseless boy. The boy, the only unpresent member of this group, was being knocked around by these dudes like he was a rag doll. Play the hero card I rarely ever draw, I decided to step in and defend him.

After tripping on a bag and knocking the occupants of the bag, a few thousand jewels, into their fire, I froze on the spot when the man noticed me and said,"Hey what do you think you are doing?" Then looked to what had fallen in the fire and turned to ash."This brat burned all of our money, LET'S GET HER!" as the rest of them began to swear and making death threats.

I'm still in my thoughts, thinking what to do, and I fail to notice one of them approaching me with a battle ax. Swinging it wildly, it grazed my cheek. I step back, but I'm not quick enough or the sudden attack. The flat side of the weapon hits me in the face and I fall to the ground.

I get up from the attack and stand my ground in my fighting stance. Right, left right, left. This was the pattern he swings at me. I suddenly forgot about the other men, that was my mistake. The other two have swords and start to swing at me.

Right, left, left, right, down, right, up, left. Changing it every now and then. I then realize I'm getting nowhere and decided to run for it, no way am I using my magic. As I'm getting ready to sprint when something caught my eye. Pausing for a brief moment, I noticed it was a magic ring.

The ones that make the user unknown to their enemy, unless the enemy knows of it. That must be the reason I was unable to sense him. My mind is too focused on the ring and it doesn't notice Leather Jacket, who is charging at me.

He's sword comes down towards my arm. I didn't move in time to completely dodge it and the blade grazes my forearm. I hiss in pain as the sharp metal cuts my arm. I feel the heat rush up my arm. Crimson liquid begins to trickle down from the wound. I clench the limb and launch off my feet, jumping back a meter or so.

I'm already low on energy and magic power. I look around, taking in the surrounding. Behind me is a solid brick wall and the trio of men are block the exit. No one is on the street and across from the alley is a rowdy bar. No one to see.

With a deep breath, I clench my eyes close and say not more than a whisper, "Holy light sphere." I feel my magic escape my body and a blinding sphere of light appear around me. I hear the men scream, one of them yelling, "What the fuck?! My eyes!"

The light dims and then complete leaves and I fall onto my knees. I hear their running footsteps fade into nothingness. I feel the sweat damping my monochrome hair and my fingers tremble slightly. I look up to see a pair of shoe and I swear under my breath, I thought they left.

My eyes travel up into the man's eyes, and it isn't any of the previously men. Two scars under his left eye, crossing each other. He's hair and clothes are a mess and I can smell alcohol radiating off of him, must have been in that bar.

"Oi," he calls out. "You okay?"

Even with my blurring vision, I can see him hesitantly taking a few steps in my direction. He walks closer to me and I don't fight. I can tell he's concerned and I use this to my advantage. I fall in his arms once he's close enough, and if on cue, I black out.

Omake

"Hi everyone, I'm Iris."

"What are you doing," I snap at my friend.

"Introducing myself, duh."

"You can't this isn't your chapter."

"Whaaaa, that's not fair." She puffs out her cheeks like a child.

"Next chapter, okay."

"Rin-Rin, you're being mean."

"I'm sorry, that's how it's set up."

"Fine, but you're not getting any cake then."

"Cake, what cake? You have cake?"

"None for you."

"Iris stop being mean."

"You're the mean one."

"Iris." I groan in frustration.

"Rin." She chirps with a grin.