Never in a million years did Killua think something would be so difficult. Come on! He was raised to be the heir of the family business, nothing should be harder than that. Even then, he found himself having trouble finding a job he could both keep and used to support himself. Seriously, how was he supposed to know the sweets at the coffee shop were strictly for the customers and because he kept eating them not only would they have to close down the shop until they could make more, he would end up being charged hundreds of dollars as if it is his fault they didn't have enough sweets. They should've kept more in the back and away from his eyes, clearly. What was the point of working at a café when the food and drinks were strictly customer only?? Clearly the answer is none. Which is why he quit. No he wasn't fired even if his boss was in the process of making that speech, Killua quit first, therefore not fired.

He had then decided that the only boss fit for him was himself, that was a thought already establish right before he slashed his mother and ran away from... from whom? Or what? Heh, oh well, even if he couldn't remember it wasn't that difficult to guess. He was probably running from his brother, maybe it was one of his more physical punishments. The ones he for some reason never wanted to do in the dungeon but rather one of the guests rooms, the farthest from their families room and even more so father's room.

That's not the important news right now though, no today's news was easy. He was starting his own business. One that didn't have to do with assassination. Since he was the only one who was fit to make decisions for himself, he would do just that while also doing something he actually likes. And sure there might be some levels of pettiness with a healthy dose of spite, but he truly did want to run a business.

Still, he had no clue what he liked enough to make money off of without eating it himself. He was starting to get frustrated with his inability to figure out what his goal is. Aren't people supposed to born with a dream or something? Why was he different? He had heard some of the other students talk about what they used to vision their future to be like before they got to E-class. Some even talked about how they wanted to be a cop like his parents when he was six. How was Killua so behind that other people knew what they wanted to do when they were just kids?

" Oi Milo, why can't i just be paid for existing? If there's a god, they should know how hard they made life be for some and make sure those unlucky get paid for it..."  He said to his new companion. An oriental odd tooth snake now known as Milo. Killua had wanted to go with a Russian name, but  remember the times when Nanika recognized his sorrow after a particularly bloody mission or a harsh punishment. They would call him Milo or Killua-Milo. When he asked, they said in one of the book he had brought the name was written and explained. The books he bought from all different kinds of origins as a way to show his sister the world through stories and apologize for it not being reality. In one of those books, ones his siblings held so close, they had found the name meaning merciful soldier. A name both Nanika and Alluka immediately recognized in Killua. A name he now passed on to the almost extinct rare snake he had taken in.  It wasn't Russian, it was German, but the significance of the meaning his sibling gave that name was enough to win him over. Enough to make sure, no matter how many of his memories were lost, he never forgot Alluka and Nanika. As of now he couldn't remember what she looked like and that worried him. He could, however, remember the sound of her voice and the joy in their laughter. He could remember the condition the family had forced her to be in. The talks that seemed to last an eternity but were really only an hour per father's rules. He remembered the ringing of an alarm when it was time to go. Almost like it was happening in real time...

Which he quickly realized it was because it was time to go to school.

Nonetheless, he hoped to regain memories of her soon, yearning to see her smile as if he'd never get to see it again.  

For now, he supposed, it was time to taste vengeance. For he was going to school early not only because he couldn't sleep but because he had waited long enough to take his revenge against the octopus version of Mr. Clean for his involvement in the crime done at the shed, he will no longer come near.   Fully determined, he got up and made his way to school. Once there he began on the operation' D.O.S' meaning destroy the octopus's sanity. First he got the homemade pudding he had started to make as a hobby. This specific bowl, though, is combine with the green goop. He had added some real pudding cups with the poisoned ones and some that just tasted like shit to make it more of a surprise. To insure the smell of the green goop he had yet to name but was thinking about it didn't affect the octobitch's appetite, he got some perfume that smelled exactly like chocolate pudding. 

After getting the pudding tricks ready, he got some wrappers from the sweets he ate the past week and filled them to the brim with the translucent powder. He made sure that the amount he used would cause it to blow up, one opened and then resealed all of them with a blowtorch he recently got. Killua then moved on to placing them in places he knew the octopus would be around, like his desk both in the classroom and office, the cleaning closet had some too. 

Finally, was the porn gift basket. He had filled a basket with some bricks, so it couldn't be pushed around, while also organizing them so that on top he could put one of the octopuses favorite porn magazines covers. After the basket was done, he covered it in stitched patches of the sheer fabric so that he could only look but not touch.

After all was done, Killua went back into the forest to catch some rats for Milo. He didn't want to be spotted early in the classroom, it was already obvious who did it, he was not giving any more hints.

During his time in the forest, Killua started to practice his ren while looking for rats. Which turned out to be a fun game as the rats could sense his ren and he had to chase them. Surprisingly rats were pretty quick and slippery making it enjoyable for Killua.

By the time he returned, the octobitch was eating away at the pudding cups and a few students had arrived. He got there just in time to see Korosensei's stomach practically explode, leading to a sobbing octopus on the ground screaming about how nothing is sacred anymore and who could be so mean. His tentacles were moving in a way that resembled a doggy-paddle while two of them just rested on, presumably, where his stomach is.

He quickly shut up once he spotted the basket, mouth being too fool of drool to talk. He had practically jumped on top of it when the fabric began to give his tentacles what looked like the Korosensei version of frostbite. That sent him to a more brooding mood in the corner behind his desk, where the octopus just started at his tentacles, mumbling to himself. 

Killua, satisfied with himself, just continued on his merry way to his seat. A seat that happened to be right next to Karma. 

"Never pegged you as a prankster, little kitty."

"No clue what you're talking about, strawberry."

With that, classes began, but not without the occasional sob from Korosensei as he opened yet another candy wrapper as if the last one didn't temporarily blind him with toxic glitter.

A fact that had left the students with various different opinions, some enjoyed the octobitch's pain while others simply wanted to study for midterms in hopes to not fail miserably.

Speaking of midterms, Korosensei was currently moving fast enough to create duplicates so that everyone could get the help they need. This represented by the different headbands he wore for each student, with Killua's being, well... a Duolingo headband. Hence, why he was a little prickly both during and afterwards. Karma taking a chance at stabbing Korosensei during this though, did uplift Killua's mood a bit along with giving him an idea.

Taking one of the candy wrappers, he innocently asked Korosensei to open it for him, with a promise to pay attention so long as he got to eat his chocolate. In the end, all the Korosensei's ended up glitching and Killua continued to eat chocolate for the remainder of the study period with the excuse that he had been given permission. Karma holding a small smirk for the entirety of this interaction.

A little while after that whole fiasco, someone made a dumb comment. A dumb comment that the whole class seemed to agree on, which simply disappointed Killua. Shouldn't it be common sense that you always need a back-up plan??

This conversation ended up with a mad octopus. That then ended up with a tornado formed by said octopus.

He spoke and lectured while the winds picked up. Already having made examples with the help of Ms. Bitch and the reluctant class dad. For everyone else it was difficult staying in place as the winds kept rising and turning but for Killua it wasn't too difficult he was much more concerned with the dust being lead into his eyes.

It was incredibly annoying.

Even under these circumstances, Killua could see hints of movement from inside the tornado. It was blurry but not invisible to his eyes, and with his ability to analyze, it was possible to figured out what each blurry figure meant. Even when angry, the stupid octopus just has to clean.

Still it's not like he couldn't understand the frustration, he had already learned all of this in hist toddler years, so he wasn't listening, but it also for that same reason that Killua had expected everyone to understand this already. Was it really just him? He supposed it must have been another difference between an assassin's life and a normal citizen. He could never be the normal one, could he? It seemed like everyday he learned something else about himself that to the public would be considered unusual.

In the end, octobitch wanted everyone to score in the 50s. Which apparently meant in the ranking, not the exam grades, which took an embarrassingly long second to click in Killua's head. Although once understood, it caused hesitation to spur in his head. Almost all of them were booted down here because pf grades, how were they supposed to raise them by tomorrow? It wasn't impossible for everyone, but it would've definitely helped to give a fair warning in advance. If things went smoothly, Killua would say maybe half or more of the class could do it, but after having eavesdropped in the octopus's conversation with the principal... Killua doubted anything would go as planned tomorrow.

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After days of limbo, the time had come, they had finally reached the gates of hell. Midterms. With no time left to dread and procrastinate, Killua was forced to push through a day of exams.

The inevitable torture started with math, and luckily for Killua math equations stayed the same in both universes... Realities? Worlds? The specifics of the situation were still unknown. Nevertheless, the tutoring from his family paid off, and he managed to do decently enough. Though, he would say that still didn't make slaying the monsters known as mental math any more dreadful.

With that thought, we moved on to Killua's new-found nemesis. Language classes. Sure, he had learned enough Japanese to hold a conversation, but that doesn't exactly translate to Kanji. Hey! It wasn't his fault the Japanese alphabet was unreasonably long! That and who in their right mind thought it was a good idea to make tons of different languages with different alphabets, one of which you had to learn in school?? It's not like he didn't understand the use of knowing different languages in this world, but compared to the hunter alphabet that was used worldwide, this felt unnecessarily difficult. Therefore, it's safe to say Japanese and English was nothing but a hellish nightmare.

There was a temporary ray of light from heaven when science showed its angelic face. Now this was a subject he could handle, most questions were simple if not obvious to him. Not only that, he had actually liked analyzing problems he hadn't thought of on his own.

That was a simple moment, where the breeze moved the clouds, so the sun could shine down on a field of sunflowers capable of photosynthesis. It was great...

Right until history came and the worst storm Killua had ever felt clouded his mind. Logically, if he struggled with the language of this world and reading its books, the history and culture would much, much more problematic. And so the most gruesome test of the day began. As with this history test, he would rather be stuck in a room with Milluki for six hours than do this. Considering Milluki's inability to keep his hands out of his pants, that was saying a lot.

Once the day was over, Killua rewarded himself with a mountain of chocolate and the longest sleep he had ever taken, which made him think the dread might have been good for something.

The next day they got their grades and after some mental questioning of how the teachers graded this many tests in just one night, Killua looked at what he got. That being a 90 in math, 67 in Japanese and 62 in English, a 97 in science and finally... a 51 in history.

Now Killua didn't have much experience with schools, but even he knew that couldn't be good, however apart from the slight grimace he couldn't bring himself to care much. Whether he failed or succeeded here wasn't something he cared for, frankly.

After all, he had nothing to lose.

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