First was the sound of feet touching grass. Then the sparks of electricity. The thuder claps fading into the background. Finally the smell of smoke. The burning of the grass and the leaves of the trees causing clouds of grey to rise. He was running but to where? Was he running from someone or to someone?He was desperate, panicked. There was an overwhelming feeling of dread, like he knew what was coming. It feels as if he'd been running for hours but he knew it was only a couple minutes. He wanted to get there in seconds... wait where was there? All he knew was that the closer he got the worse was the feeling of dread. As he kept running there, he could smell blood. It was faint but he more than anyone knew what it smelled like. He could spot a man in the distance there was an explosion of light around him or was it fire? The man was crying and killua now noticed so was he. He screamed but he couldn't hear what he had said. After a small smile from the man and a pronounciation of his name, Killua woke up.

He was sticky. Most likely from sweating. From his hammock he could see through the window. The sun was rising, it was probably around six in the morning. He had some time before school started so he could either take a long shower or train. He decided to do both, first a simple work out, well simple for him. Once he finished he took a shower 'Being sweaty is nasty' .

His trip to school was short and uneventful. Minus having to scare off the snakes via a hissing contest or jumping over wild vicious animals such as bears, foxes or the rare raccoons on crack. Ok so maybe it wasn't uneventful but let's face it none of those are threats, they wouldn't have been a problem when he was six let alone at 15. As he was walking a ladybug landed on his hand. Thus enabling Killua to jump around like a cat who had a little to much cat nip while swinging his arms around like the inflatable noodle man in front of a car dealership.

Nevertheless he made it to school early and safely.

Class was boring as usual. It's not that Karasuma was a bad teacher, in fact Killua believed him to be a good one. He had to admit that old man had skill even if Killua was stronger. But that was the problem, Killua was stronger so to him this was amateur stuff. He had already done it a million times when he was three to four years old, he felt no need to do it again. Clearly his teacher didn't understand that (cause why would he?) And soon enough he found himself having to do drills, drills he had perfected in his toddler days, drills he could do without thinking and still have top notch accuracy. Which is exactly what he did, he didn't really try that hard instead he spaced out. There was a short demonstration of a sparing match, Killua already accepted it be boring and didn't analyze it. He couldn't bring himself to care about something so simple. Even if everyone else was struggling.

The jellyfish was still in the sand box and didn't seem to be paying attention. So of course Killua being Killua, he took advantage of the situation. After quickly grabbing a rock nearby he chucked it directly at Korosensei's castle. Efficiently destroying the sand castle and getting a muffled sniker from some of the students. He on the other hand kept a neutral expression and pretended he hadn't just been the cause of the emoji's temper tantrum. With the octopus going from angrily searching for the culprit of this god awful murder and grieving for his beloved sand castle.

It was at this moment that Killua felt a new presence. He had already memorized his classmates and teachers aura utilizing nen. Even though he couldn't remember how he got it, he still knew what the ability was and how to use it. Still this aura was one he had never sensed before so logically he expeditiously found where the aura was located. There stood a red haired boy, hazel but leaning towards golden eyes wearing the student uniform, that Killua refused to put on, along with a smirk. He looked... different. Like he had potential which at the moment was more than he could say for his other classmates.

Just one look and Killua could tell in terms of skill level he was higher up than the rest of the students. Still an amateur but it was progress. The red head seemed to have at least some experience with fighting if his stance had any say.

The red apple was at the top of the stairs. Femboy over there seemed to know him.

Red head went up to Korosensei, saying "Oh hey, that must be the notorious Korosensei, woah he really does look like an octopus." To which the octopus responded with " Ah mister Akabane, correct?"

'So that's his name, it's sounds weird' Killua thought.

Coral top then proceeded to shake hands with the octopus though that caused the emojis tentacle to be blown off. 'Clever but it's only one tentacle, not his life'

The red apple lunged at Korosensei with a knife in hand. That attempt obviously failed and karma proceeded to enunciate some taunting words. These clearly got to the jellybitch as he was bright red with veins popping out of his head.

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During class the next day Mr. Clean had yet to get over the previous procedures. This was made obvious by the fact that he was currently attempting to punch his frustrations out on a wall. This resulted in a amusing squishy sound that quickly turned into annoying due to it's repetition. Killua was torn between acknowledging his teachers weakness while wishing he would shut the fuck up cause his trying to take a quiz and imagining the octopus in a tv drama where one of his coworkers posted pictures of him reading porn because he had stolen their sweets from the mini fridge in the teachers lounge, that leading to the already mentioned octopus punching them with the added squishy sound effect. It proved to be a quite distracting thought process.

Karma continued his annoying yet amusing onslaughts. In the red heads second attempt he had taken out a gelato and that gelato had taken out Killua's self control. As he quickly devised a plan to capture the deliciously cold sweet. The carrot head seemed to notice him staring, though whether he thought Killua was looking at him or the gelato was to be determined. With Karma poking at the octomaid's patience, Killua began sneaking closer to the gelato without being seen by either the coral top or the crack version of Mr.Clean. Once he was close and both parties were distracted, he grabbed the dessert and immediately bit into it. This caused Korosensei to throw a tantrum similar to if you mixed a toddler's energy with a paranoid chicken. The red apple on the other hand kept quiet with a small smirk that might hint at a smile, he looked to be a mix between impressed, amused and shocked. Killua paid no mind to either of their reactions and simply enjoyed his sweets while walking back to his seat.

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The next day there was a corpse. Well not a human one but still counts. To clear things up the corpse was an octopus, a red one specifically. A part of Killua found it amusing but the other felt confused and somehow sad. Confused because the dead octopus looked familiar, like he was a friend. But who the hell makes friends with an octopus? You'd have to be crazy. Sad... well because of the same reasons really. Emotions are weird. Now for the octopus that was alive well he just decided to cook some food for Karma using the octopus the mentioned prior bag of doritos had killed.

The rest of the attempts didn't capture Killua's attention. Instead he gid his snickers over the retaliation of the octopus. He could tell red head was either prideful or cocky, maybe both. He knew how to read people, with the way he was raised it was expected of him to master the art. So of course it wasn't difficult for him to tell the mini makeovers the jellyfish kept giving Coral roots were at least slightly embarrassing and most likely irritating for the latter. That being said, for Killua on the other hand it was nothing more than amusing.

The school hours other than those were mediocre at best and overall boring. He had so far managed to avoid the octobitch's so called extra lessons in Japanese. He planned to keep doing so, studying by himself was better anyway as he could go at his own pace much faster than average people. Plus when you wake up in the middle of the night there's a strange need to be productive, learning Japanese works.

He was walking back to his treehouse when he came across a cliff. The forest continued below it, the view was in all honesty kinda nice, he sat, up in a tree little ways away from the cliff. Voices started coming from behind him, the blueberry and the strawberry. Red head sat on the branch that was only connected to the very edge of the cliff while femboy was standing behind him. They were talking about Karma's failed attempts, the red head seemed to be incredibly frustrated and suddenly Killua had a bad feeling. Coral head started talking. " You don't understand, I want to do it on my own. Let me ask you, would it tick you off to die in some random place?" Now that got Killua thinking, he thought it wasn't much so the place but whether or not anyone cared. It'd be shitty to die without anyone noticing, nobody so much as blinking an eye over his disappearance. Of course he knew that his family would never let that happen but then again he wasn't in his own world and who knows when he'll go back.

That was when the octopus showed up, apparently dear old clean freak sensei decided it was a good idea to taunt the resident sadist. Thus urging mango eyes to come up with a plan. A plan Killua saw coming the second he stood up, i mean he had already mentioned the octopus putting his own life at risk for his students so it was pretty obvious. In this moment Killua had moved, going from leaning on the tree to sitting up straight(well as straight as a gay person could be, so not very). This movement caused red head to glance at him, said person was the only one in a position that allowed Killua to be seen. Killua hadn't been trying to hide, seeing no reason to do so, therefore he didn't mind carrot top seeing him. Karma didn't say anything about Killua, instead he continued on with his plan.

The second the strawberry jumped Killua saw something. The flash of a memory he couldn't recall. He was standing on train tracks, tears streaming down his face, he was holding something tightly, a card of sorts, he could recall it being a hunters license but had no clue how he got it. There was a train coming but he didn't move in fact he did the opposite he stopped walking and waited. Waited until it hit, waited until he was free.

Once he snapped out of it, he noticed Karma falling, a smile still on his face. Killua immediately jumped. He was too far away for his yoyo to catch mango eyes so Killua had to go after him.

Clearly coral roots was not expecting this as he looked to be in shock. Killua grabbed onto his waist and threw the yoyo up so it would hook onto the branch on the side of the cliff. He looked towards the red head and said "Grab onto me" that seemed to snap mango eyes out of his shock. As he grabbed on to Killua's neck and rapped his legs around his waist the strawberry asked " Why did you jump after me? It would've been the perfect assassination!" To which Killua responded " You moron! Let's say you actually managed to kill that octobitch, what then huh?! Oh wait i know you would've fallen and gone splat on the grown like a blood balloon." As well he muttered "Fucking idiot" under his breath. Although it seemed Killua's words were news to the red head as he went back to being shoked though this time with realization. Apparently coral roots didn't think about the after of the assassination. He stayed quiet while Killua climed up the string of the yoyo and onto the edge of the cliff, letting Karma off him once they were safe. Korosensei then began lecturing them both while blueberry was just happy they were ok.

As Killua was leaving Karma asked " Hey how did the string of that yoyo hold us both?" Killua simply answered "Classified" with a smirk, without bothering to elaborate he continued on his way home to which Karma shrugged. The red head proceed to sit on a nearby branch and talk to the other two present.

Killua walked home with a bitter taste in his mouth. 'That moron. Why the hell would he throw away his life like that? Even if he managed to kill the octobitch it wouldn't matter if he was dead.' Why did he even care? It's not like he knew the guy so why would matter if the red head got himself killed? It was like that weird vision.. er.. flashback ? Whatever it was, it somehow pushed to save that sadist. It was almost like he could relate to the red heads uncaringness of his own death but the picture in the vision was a completely different situation so why would that be?

Killua didn't know so instead he focused on getting home.

Once he was there he remember the items he took from the school weaponry. He brought out the bbs and knives deciding to cut them up after placing them on his handmade table. He cut up the knife with his pocket knife. 'Cutting a knife with a knife that's kinda funny' The little strips of green just looked liked plain colored rubber on the inside but he wondered what it was really made of and did it have the same properties as rubber when it came to electricity, heat, pressure etc. He moved the pieces a side and focused on the bbs. Once he cut the bbs there were three things he noticed. The first the outside though handling pressure well it was cut fairly easily, meaning it was rubber. Two the second layer consisted of a powder of some kind, it was blue and shimmering when in a group but separated and it was more so translucent, the shimmer still standing. A distant and reckless thought bubbled up 'snort it'. Killua choose his common sense and thanked his impulse control while ignoring the random thought for the sake of staying alive even if it was supposed to be harmless towards humans. Leaving the third observation, a vary thin sheet by the looks of it made out of sheer fabric. It was translucentu with a slight shade of white though the goop inside made it look green, the fabric felt more so plasticky than soft, having a tight fishnet-like pattern.

He took out the goop by placing it inside a plastic container he got from the kitchen. Said goop began to expand, it looked like the drop from the sheer fabric to the container caused this reaction. Killua went in to touch it but the heat burned his hand, he wondered if it had always been like that. When he grabbed it before whilst in the fabric it felt cold but that could be the cloth alone instead of the goop. He would have to check. He decided it was best to buy a microscope so he could observe the compounds of these materials. Before he left he grabbed some of the knife slices and put them in the mini microwave while inside a bowl(One that wouldn't melt ofcourse). He set it to ten minutes, not too long, not too short just to be safe. Then he set of to find what he needed.

He walked into town and then looked around for a store. Quickly finding the right one and searching for a high quality microscope. Once the purchase was complete he moved on finding his way back home. He came across a bakery.

There was a sign that said 'Hiring'. He walked in and looked for the manager. Killua had already thought about needing a job might as well give it a shot. With that same thought came the making of a fake resume. Working at a place filled with the delicious treats he loves should be heaven, right?

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