Full Summary: Life is fleeting. And the end of mine came quicker than I had believed. However, the end of one life would not mean the end of my existence.

Once again, stuck in the body of a baby, I would start my life anew. In a world I had only dreamed of. A fictional world I had believed to be only... fiction... With the unlikliest of siblings.

My name is Shiro and the name of my cute little sister is none other than Komugi.

Disclaimer: Togashi will forever be the God of the HxH world, cause I can only dream to come up with the beautiful things he does. I only own my OC and some background characters I added here and there.

Rating: Might go from T to M depending on the scale of the violence this story is going to have.

A/N: What... am I doing when I have To Love a Song to upload... WHAT?!

But... the idea came to my mind and... yeah... here it is... hope you enjoy?

Chapter 1: Death x Life

Death is such a peculiar thing. One moment you're alive, breathing and going about your way, the next moment, nothing. All those sensations, hearing, smelling, tasting, the sense of touch, the feel of air, simply being alive… all gone. Just like that.

Honestly, I wasn't upset about that. In a way, I always knew I would never live a long life. At least I had been sure that I would definitely not die of old age. And in a way, I did welcome the thought of dying early. Life is sometimes meaningless at some points. It had of course it's interesting and fun moments. Moments I had wished could have lasted forever. Alas, it was not meant to be so. The boring moments far outweighed the truly meaningful ones.

People would probably call me ungrateful for looking upon my life with such thoughts. I had had a loving family who tried their best to give me whatever I needed despite its lack in wealth. They tried to give me the toys I had wished upon as a child, gave me the necessary education to fulfil my dream and showered me with their love.

But… it had never been enough. It wasn't their fault of course. I was thankful for their effort. But what I had truly wanted was out of their and my reach.

I was such a hopeless dreamer.

My sister would always catch me with some type of fantasy book in my hands, or watching anime or cartoons, always in the supernatural/fantasy genre. I adored reading about worlds so different and yet so similar to mine. They always took me away from the dullness that was reality.

In the end… I welcomed death. I am totally ripping this line out of J.K. Rowling's books but… I would greet death like an old friend.

And I thought that would be it. That I could finally become one with the universe and disappear into nothingness. No thoughts, no desires… simply be. So, I was very, very surprised, to find myself once again feeling. All those senses I had been deprived upon death crushed me at once.

I was once again alive.

And screaming.

The world was a blur, shadowed figures surrounding me.

Oh, hell no! I thought I was finally done with life!

Apparently, I wasn't. Because I found myself in a new body, in a new family, in a new life.

I had been reborn.

(Hunter x White)

The first couple of months… they weren't really worth telling about. I slept a lot. I sucked on nipples a lot. And that was basically it. I wasn't really much aware of the world around me. I was much too tired and unfocused to do so.

However, as my vision started to clear and my hearing became better as time went on, I came to the conclusion, I was born in some foreign country with a language I wasn't even aware existed. It was really strange. I could not find any other language to compare it to… I already knew it would be a pain to learn how to speak it, let alone write it. I only hoped that the grammar would not be as much of a disaster as that of my former native tongue.

Of course, the language spoken was not the only thing that I came to notice. I was finally able to see the appearance of the woman who had been nursing me up till now. My mother… she had the strangest appearance. Well… not THAT strange. But strange enough I suppose. Her hair was white. Not pale blond. Simply white. And her eyes… what a gorgeous shade of blue they were. And her skin was deathly pale.

I assumed that was what an albino looked like.

My father however… I had NEVER seen a human look so… average. Average brown hair, average brown eyes, average features, he just SCREAMED average. How this guy had gotten such a beautiful woman to marry him was beyond me.

But then again… I also noticed the condition of my home. It was… poor. It was the best word to describe it. We had only 3 rooms, including the toilet. One for bedroom and the other where my mother cooked and we dined. Well, my parents dined, I still had to drink milk out of my mother's… you know.

Fast forward a couple of months later, before I knew it, it was already my first birthday.

In the meantime, I had started teaching my body to move again and eventually also grasped certain words from this strange new language.

I assumed the words I had learned were mama, papa and my own name, which was Shiro. It was difficult to say if those were the right meanings however, seeing as I had been simply imitating noises they repeated while pointing at themselves or certain objects. And my name, I assumed it was my name at least, sounded strangely Japanese.

As for my previous observation of the house being well… poor. I had been dead on. My father was a farmer and my mother a simple home lady who would also help in the fields. Electricity was unheard of in my home, instead we used candles to light the room. And the food on the table was also quite pitiful.

But for my birthday, they had prepared a bigger meal.

I had been shocked honestly. I had not awaited form them to celebrate my birthday, especially since it was winter. And food in winter was always scarce and sacred. So, to find full bowls of rice instead of only half full and actual meat! I could say without doubt this was the most heartfelt birthday in both of my lives.

In my previous life, my family had been far from wealthy. But now, born into this family, I understood how bad some people could have it. And I was incredibly thankful for the people now, these people who thought their daughter was but another innocent girl instead of a full-grown woman trapped in the body of a toddler… It was heartbreaking truly. And I would give my best to be as less of a burden as possible.

Eventually years passed by, and due to my knowledge of my previous life, several things came easier to me and some were more difficult. Especially learning the language.

I had mastered walking much sooner than any child my age would. However, I still struggled with basic sentences in this strange language.

I had even seen the written form of it!

It looked like gibberish honestly. I was 100% sure this language did NOT exist in my previous life. My only conclusion was that I was either born in another world entirely, or in the future in the less fortunate part of the world where a new language had been developed or something like that.

One of my theories was even I had been born SO FAR into the future, that humanity at some point had reverted back to its old ways. Kind of like the aftermath, the survivors of an apocalypse or something.

But as time went on, I started to lean more on the alternate world idea.

Eventually, even though I was way too young, I started helping my mother around the household when she came tired from the fields. Even if I was but 3 years old. My motoric skills were far more developed than any toddler could hope for. Courtesy to the knowledge of my previous life.

Funnily enough though, I had yet to see what I looked like in this life. In my head, I still kept the appearance of myself with brown hair and brown eyes, red lips and stupid ugly nose. GOSH I hated that nose so much. Never got the chance to get it fixes with some plastic surgery.

But obviously I was NOT the same. I had seen my hair, which had grown in length. It was white, the same white of my mother's. The rest of my facial features however.

Don't ask me. I have no clue. And I had not asked my parents. I really should though. But they were always so tired after work. I simply let them rest.

And then.

One day.

I noticed.

My mother's stomach had considerably grown.

"Mamma… You have baby?" I tried to ask her in my broken language skills. My mother immediately beamed at the question.

"Yes, Shiro. You will be an older sister soon!"

Well… Honestly, I did not know how to feel about that.

The first thought that I had was… My parents had had sex sometime in my absence… The second one was, would they be able to feed two children? My third thought was… FUCK I WAS ONLY A YOUNG SPOILED SISTER IN MY PREVIOUS LIFE! And my final thought was… I'm gonna be a big sister…

My mother must have seen the emotions running through my face and asked worriedly.

"Shiro?"

I immediately smiled. An honest, truly happy smile. Cause I would be a big sister!

"I am very HAPPY mommy!"

The nine months passed. And I got my first true clue where I had been born to. But I was still ignorant of the truth.

I now was the big sister of a little girl named Komugi.

At first, my little sister appeared to be in good health.

I helped my mother and father in any way my toddler self could. I would cook for my parents, weren't it for the fact that I could barely reach the stove and would probably burn myself.

However, as time passed, we noticed. Komugi not once looked at any of us. Not directly. She would not react of objects shoved in front of her. She would not react to any motion swaying in front of her eyes.

It was discovered.

Komugi was blind.

And thus, the second clue to where I had been born came to the picture.

It did ring bells.

But I simply dismissed it as odd coincidence. After all. The chances that I would be born in Hunter x Hunter, as the big sister of Komugi was ASTRONOMICAL!

The years went on and I spent as much time with Komugi as I could, making us very close to one another, helping my mother in the process as well.

At a puddle, I had finally seen my new self. White messy hair, blue eyes, the same deep shade as that of my mothers, pale skin and petite features. And thank you LORD my nose was absolutely perfect. I could have not asked for a better nose.

I also noticed how similar I looked to my little sister. In my previous life, my elder sister and I had looked nothing alike. NOTHING! I was happy to share some features with my beautiful, sadly blind, sister.

By the time Komugi reached the age of three, myself being six years old, I finally got my final clue and I finally pieced everything together… I was indeed, by some bizarre chance, born into the world of Hunter x Hunter. Because our father had one day, brought a board game home.

Gungi.

And with the sense of touch and with her cleverness, she immediately took to the game.

The realization that hit me… to being born into an anime. Not any anime. My favorite, absolutely FAVORITE anime… I was ecstatic and horrified… Ecstatic, because I would not have to suffer the dullness of a normal, boring life. And horrified because… the chimera ant arc and the role my sister would play in it.

My beautiful, little sister. She would die… with Meruem…

I was torn. Shattered at that thought. I had grown to love my blind sister. I cared for her so deeply. She was blind, crippled. But she tried her hardest not to be a burden. Would look up to me for help, would ask advice. We would sleep together, laugh together…

My sweet little Komugi.

And yet she would die. And I did not know if I wanted to prevent it or not. Because without her… Meruem would remain a heartless monster… without her, Meruem would never undergo the awesome character development he had gone through in the series… without her…

But she would die…

The moment the realization hit me at what world I had been reborn to… I ran out of my home and into the woods. My parents had been startled by my sudden change of emotion. After all, I could not have gotten upset only because of a boarding game.

If only they knew what I knew.

I ran and ran and RAN. Until my childish body could not run anymore. The woods served me well to hide my sorrows.

Cause I cried.

I cried for my sister's death.

For the loss, my parents would have to endure.

For the pain, I would have to endure.

This world was simply cruel.

But as I calmed down and the initial shock tuned down, I started to think of the possibilities this world could also offer.

Namely… Hunters.

The possibility to become filthy rich by having simply a title.

The possibility to support my poor new family, instead of letting Komugi simply feed her family by playing Gungi.

It crossed my mind.

What if… I simply make Komugi not ever touch Gungi again.

But once again, the importance of her role in this world hit me.

But Meruem would die either way… right? Netero would see to it… With or without Komugi.

But then, Meruem's existence would have been only one of pain and suffering… A meaningless existence.

I was so distressed.

What could I possibly do? Why send me in this world with the knowledge of my previous life. No. With the knowledge of this world's future!

How many years did I even have till Meruem's birth? Komugi's age was never stated!

As I spend my time in the woods, thinking and thinking and THINKING WHAT THE HELL WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO!

I came to one conclusion.

Becoming a hunter was the only thing I was sure of to do.

Because as a hunter, I would be able to support my family and bring them out of poverty, care for Komugi… and maybe… with enough power… even change the outcome of the Chimera Ant Arc… be it for the better or for the worse.

A/N: Well... What do you think? A review would be certainly appreciated :3