People are annoying. Mostly the ones that don't know when to mind they're own business. Now you might be wondering where this all came from? But is a reason really necessary? The answer to that would be no but whatever, story time it is. It all started with food and like any other story, good intentions.

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There was a treehouse near the school. That was what Karasuma had realized a little while ago. He kept a watchful eye out as he investigated the place. There were uniforms from the school in the closet, unused. Could be a spy, but for who were they working for? He'd need to look into that. From the looks of the place, it seemed a student lived here, if they weren't a spy that is.

Food supply is low, a small kitchen with barely any crokery. There are some books in the corner near the desk. School books, makes sence but children's books? They had basic kanji, the kind used to teach kids how to speak and write. There are pages filed with practiced kanji, from the looks of the messy writing. Wasn't there a transfer student from Russia? That's correct, his accent shows a lack of fluency. He could be staying here because of financial issues or overall complications with the immigration. At the end of the day, it's not really Karasuma's business, but the lack of food is concerning. He supposed it wouldn't be bad to leave a meal at the very least.

What do kids like? Sushi's popular right?

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First thought, she's a bitch. It was as simple as that.

At the moment, Killua was in class when Karasuma introduced the new English teacher. Sure, she's good-looking, but Killua could see a fake smile and faker attitude from a mile away. It was way too obvious she was trying to get to Korosensei, but not in a sexual way. Considering the circumstances, she was probably an assassin specified in seduction. He hoped this acting gig of hers would be over soon, because it was so annoying to watch. Not to mention that the octobitch wasn't falling for it, but instead playing into it for the sake of being a pervert. ' I mean honestly, how desperate are you?? '

Oh well, that's the least of his problems, right now he had to focus on learning Kanji. Which is exactly why, while everyone was playing the murderous version of soccer, Killua was reading. He was located leaning on a tree at the edge of the forest. No one seemed to notice him, which he appreciated, well no one other than the red apple and the octobitch. You know the two most annoying of the bunch? At least they were letting him be.

"Hey, Snow white!" He stands corrected as the red apple was now pestering him.
Like usual, Killua ignored him. He had more pressing matters than a sadist with a superiority complex's shenanigans. "Come on, join us!" Just as Killua was about to give mango eyes the time of day, the old hag showed up. She was immediately on the octobitch.

'Oh for fuck's sake not again'

To spare the details, the old hag asked about Vietnamese coffee while still having her boobs talk more than she did. Which was impressive to Killua as she didn't seem to shut up. Basically blush blush, boobs boobs, blah blah. Moving on.

Killua mainly kept his focus on his studies while Mrs. Bitch talked about shit he didn't care enough to pay attention to, let alone remember. Though he did acknowledge Karma's nickname usage which earned mango eyes a faint amount of approval. It wasn't until he felt a slight feeling of dread creep up his spine that he looked up from his book. Somehow, his thoughts were immediately drawn to pedophile. Killua couldn't sense anyone new, so if he was right, then who- oh.

He immediately got his answer when the old hag kissed the fem boy. That was also the moment he got a vision of... a clown? Whoever he was, Killua knew enough to decipher they weren't friends by any means.

The three men who seemed to have appeared from the forest snapped Killua out of whatever trance he had been in. After that, Mrs. Bitch presumably went back to her work, even though class had started around two minutes ago.

Much to Killua's demise, Mrs. Bitch was still around and class was in session.

It was pretty much a study hall due to Mrs. Bitch not bordering to teach. Killua didn't care, the less school work, the better it was for him. Clearly, some students disagreed, leading to the ridiculous lesson of "Yella Bitch". The details aren't important.

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Free period, well actually it was formally called gym class, but Killua preferred the former title.

Usually at this time he had three options learning Kanji, napping or eating chocolate while practicing Ren. That was until Mr. Caterpillar-eyebrows attempted to force him into participating. At first, it was simply threatening to fail him, but when Killua walked away, it was decided to switch tactics.

"Look kid, how about this, let's make a deal, I want you to participate in at least one exercise in every one of my classes, what would it take for you to do that?"

"Chocolate."

"Chocolate?" Karasuma replied in confusion.

"Chocolate." Killua repeated with a cat like grin on his face and a mischievous look in his eyes.

After the deal was complete, Killua was left with a promise of two chocolate bars per exercise (though he bargained for five) and Karasuma got his first participation entry along with a chocolaty debt.

Once Killua's part of the deal was finished he left to go back to where he was sitting, it just so happens that place was leaning against the shed. The shed where Mrs. Bitch and the octobitch had snuck into while Killua was busy daydreaming of his future possession of chocolate.

First came the muffled flirting that Killua's annoying instincts immediately cleared up as instructed by his even more annoying family. That alone caused a blush to find its way to Killua's face, then precisely placed itself all the from one ear to the next. Then came the sound of a rifle preparing to shoot, that was enough of a warning for Killua to cover his ears. Now it was probably a good idea to leave while he still could but much to his demise, his instincts had a thing for taking in all the information it could aka eavesdropping. So when the moaning commenced and Killua's face became a tomato filled with hot sauce (some of which was currently leaking out his nose) he would refuse to blame himself, it was his instincts fully and completely his instincts.

By the time Killua's spirit died of shame, and he was questioning his will to live, the other students had made their way over.

A bald guy with a forgettable face came up to him, "What did you see?! What did she sound like?! Can you reenact it?!! Come on, man, I need to know!!"

Killua not making a move to responded and instead muttering a mix of 'why God' and 'kill me' provoked Nagisa to step in.

As Nagisa was checking on Killua, Korosensei and Ms. Bitch appeared right outside the door of the shed. The femboy's attention then diverted to questioning the teacher and the situation. While he was busy doing that and Ms. Bitch summarized the events as best she could, wish wasn't much in her current state, Karma had picked up Killua from the ground. He had wrapped his arms under Killua's armpits and across his chest, similar to how you would pick up a towel or a blanket.

With a hanker shift Karma got from seemingly thin air, he wiped the blood off of Killua's nose and asked with a smile hinting at amusement.

"You alright there, Snow white?"

Killua simply grunted, "Shut it, strawberry."

Unfortunately, Killua regaining his ability to think outside the gutter approached at the same time as Korosensei saying:

"Adults sometimes need special care"

With that, Killua wiggled his way out of Karma's hold and walked away, officially done with this world.

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English class.

Now normally this period was seen as an unfortunate burden you have to get through in order to reach your goals. Kinda like traffic. This time around however wasn't a burden nor an annoyance. It was an opportunity.

An opportunity for revenge against Ms. Bitch and her idiotic assassination attempt that left Killua as collateral damage.

Therefore, logically as Ms. Bitch insults the entire class, Killua takes advantage of the rising anger. He achieved this by throwing an erasure directly into the teachers forehead. Also, a pencil in between her boobs but that one went by unnoticed.

This marking the beginning of the No big boobs revolution.

Killua went back to the forest with a satisfied smirk that day. He sat on top of a tree branch. Thinking about his next revenge against a slimy octobitch that was also to blame for the events of today. Everything felt right at that moment.

Except for the underlying feeling of dread, of course.

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Interesting.

That was the only word fit to describe him. At least in his vocabulary and the knowledge he had on the boy.

Karma was currently walking through the woods. He didn't feel like going back to a place so empty. Not in the sense where there was a lack of items but a lack of feeling. He wanted to think for a while then again there wasn't anyone who would interrupt him anyway if he was home. No, not home just that place, that house. He had no real connection to it, it be the same thing no matter where he went. There'd be the same deafening silence. Every day, every night. The forest wasn't the same. In the forest there was the buzz of bugs flying close to your ears, the rustle of the leaves in the trees along with the hiss of a snake in the grass. There was a constant noise.

He had been walking for around twenty minutes, going deeper and deeper into to the forest. His made thinking about the porcelain skin, hair that looked to be sculpted out of snow and eyes that could be confused with diamonds mixed with sapphires in a bowl.

Killua.

Karma had been trying to get his attention lately. The porcelain boy was a mystery to him, one he wanted to solve. He had never felt the need to get to know someone before, never wondered what somebody's story was. He was better alone. Sure he had friends but none he had ever worked for. He was used to being alone, he was satisfied with being alone. Friends were never something he strived for. Friends were the branches of his tree, you could cut them and tree would be smaller, sadder but so long as roots were intact the tree would continue to grow. Killua was a branch he was curious about, a branch he wanted to grow.

He had gone so deep into the forest he was near the cliff. Just little ways away he had spotted a bag, slightly far from the cliff but close enough to be seen. He neared it and looked around in wonder. There was food inside and when he looked up, modestly modern tree house.

Interesting. Things just kept getting more interesting.

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The feeling of dread kept growing as he kept moving. Killua was currently going back to his tree house.

As he got closer, he noticed two things. One, the presence of the red head that was currently in his house and two, the bag of what smelled like sushi on a branch of his tree. It was a good thing it wasn't a plastic bag, or else the raccoons would've taken it by now, but that's not what's important right now.

Killua took the bag and made his way up to the treehouse. He had never made an effort to socialize with the red head, he hadn't made an effort to socialize with anyone, but the red apple looked like he could possibly be a certain clown-pedo's secret love child and that was reason enough to distance himself. But alas, it seems he's being forced to say something to him now.

He made it into the room the red head was in. Obviously, he had been so quiet, he went unnoticed by the boy mentioned prior. Said boy was looking around or had been looking around before he came across one of Killua's containers.

What it contained? Well, only a potentially toxic chemical that was mostly used to kill oversized octopuses.

Though obviously Karma didn't know that, as he immediately tried to poke the goop. This action forcing Killua to make his presence known.

"Don't touch that" The white haired boy said followed by a muttered "I'm not in the mood to deal with someone losing a finger..."

"Well if it isn't Snow White" Karma replied. Killua rolled his eyes. ' I would tell him not to call me that, but I have a feeling that would be more encouraging than anything' He thought with a tick mark already forming on his brow.

"So what even is this goop shit, it looks like something a baby threw up." The red head continued.

"Give me that, didn't anyone tell you not to look through people's stuff"

"No, I must've missed the message"

"Clearly." Killua responded sarcastically. "What are you even doing here?"

" Can't a guy come sightseeing every once in a while?"

" Not in my treehouse, no. Cut the crap."

" There, there now, feisty Kitty. I was just walking when I saw the tree house, got curious."

With that answer Killua let out a frustrated sigh along with, "You saw the treehouse now get out."

Karma seemed to think about it before an amused and slightly sadistic smirk made its way to his lips.

"Ok, I will...

When you tell me what the goop shit is."

That is how Killua was forced to not only socially interact with another person, which was down right horrendous on it own, but he also had to explain his research on the weapons used against the octobitch. It was the easiest way of getting the strawberry to leave.

To his horror, Karma offered to help him with his work, he obliviously said no. Though that seemingly fell on deaf ears as Karma simply got comfortable and waited for instructions on the experiments they'd be preforming.

With that, Killua gave up and simply made Karma his assistant. If the red apple was going to be an annoying pest, might as well make him a useful annoying pest. Said apple tried to upgrade to scientific partner, but Killua was already set with assistant, so he decided to try his luck another day.

And maybe, just maybe, Killua would let the poisonous red apple stick around. After all, he was used to poison, he understood it. It no longer affected him so why would this apple be any different from the rest, to others the answer was obvious but to him well, he didn't see much of a difference, not a negative one anyway.

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Sorry for the slow updates, my mental health is shitty. It'll probably happen again so to the few people reading this, bare with me. If anyone can let me know what they thought of the dialog that be great, I'm not good at that part so some feedback might help make it better in the future.

That's it, vote if you liked this for some reason. Have a great one.