Itami || Killua Z.

3.8

"There is very little left of me and it's never coming back."
- 'Be Nice to Me,' by The Front Bottoms

"This is cool," you pointed to a a dagger with patterns carved into the blade. "Could cut someone quite nicely."

"That is not what we're using it for," you dad shook his head and bent down, writing down a number on the price tag. "But it would look nice on the wall," he clicked his tongue and stood back up.

"But that's so boring," you drawn out the last word, not finding anything cool about the dealers market. The day had been uneventful so far. You had gone back to the dealers market, after going the day before, and started to bet on things. As fun as it was the first time, it had become steadily the worst thing ever.

You saw a head of white hair pass you by, which made you turn around to look. Unfortunately, it wasn't who you thought it was. The person had freckled skin and was tall, they looked older then thirteen. They walked away before you could really look at them, but by then you had already lost interest.

"How about we go and get food? I'm starving," you caught up to your dad, who was still browsing the market. You woke up late and didn't have time to eat breakfast, and it was already lunchtime. "I say we get some soup."

"Yeah, we can go after this," your dad said, waving you off, "Why don't you go and check out some other booths? You still have a ton of money left over from the whole fighting thing."

"Alright," you huffed and walked away, your eyes lazily looking at the items. Deciding to go with a clay pot that wasn't really interesting, you continued walking down. Nothing else really interested you, so you walked back to your dad, who was now staring at some paintings. "Can we eat now?"

"Sure, this was getting a bit boring anyway," your dad began walking down the street to the nearest eating spot. You stood in line for a bit, before ordering some pancakes with berries, your dad getting the omelette. 

You quickly finished eating and your dad payed the bill. "I'll be going down to the more run down part of the market, do you want to come or just wait here?"

"I'll wait here, thanks," you told him, stacking the dirty dishes and pushing them to the end of the table. Your dad said okay, gave you a kiss on the forehead, and left you be. You drank the lemonade you ordered, eventually getting a refill on it. You stared out the window, trying to find something interesting. When someone caught your eye.

Placing some Jenny on the counter, after making sure it was enough, you walked out of the place and looked for what you saw previously. Spying the spiky hair, you quickly walked up to it. Tapping the person on the shoulders, you were relieved to see it was who you thought it was.

"Hey, Leorio! Thought it was you back there," you smiled upon seeing his face, while he pushed his glasses up the rim of his nose. 

"Oh, hey [y/n]! Didn't think you'd make it," he said, turning fully around to you.

"Neither did I," you joked, "Have you met up with Kurapika and the others?" You asked, trying to see whether or not any of them were in the city.

"Me and Kurapika have met up, but I haven't seen Gon and Killua yet," he informed you, turning back to the booth he was at. He seemed to browse the options, his face starting to twitch. "This whole booth is outrageous!" 

"Maybe you should calm down, it's just a booth," you patted him on the back, nervously smiling. "Let's go and check out that one, it looks pretty cool," you pointed to a booth at the end of the street, far away from the current one.

"Fine," he reluctantly followed you, calming down on the way. "How was going back home?"

"Exhausting," you sighed, drooping your shoulders. "How was your entrance exam?"