Fortunate (HxH x Reader)

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My eyes dreadfully opened slowly, they were- heavy? I couldn't quite place my fingers on to why at the moment, as my body was laying in hard, cold cement-like stones. As my arms moved as much as I could (about a centimetre) I could feel that dollarama slime texture next to my elbow and stomach.

What is going on?!

All sounds were muffled or completely gone. I could hear a subtle caw of a crow nearby or far away? Either way, it must mean I'm in or near some sort of civilization! I still couldn't open my eyes, though I could feel the crust on them. "I wonder where I am?" I thought curiously, persistently trying repeatedly to lift my crusted and exhausted eyes.

One thing I noticed was my lack of height or rather, my lack of my original body. I can feel the tips of my toes and they seem much closer than they originally were. As I could feel most of my toes now and they felt as if I'm in a not-so-great place.

Which makes me a little nervous. More anxious than when I left the Black Butler Crew. Hopefully, wherever I am, is worth the regret I currently am feeling.

I don't know what the date, time or where I even am right now but I feel like I haven't taken a wink of sleep since ever! These eyes of mine barely opened however their exhaustion is evident. I began to stop my thoughts and take a step towards sleep. Now, what the hell do I do? Count sheep to fall asleep? Alright if I say so.

My (What seemed to be) forever closed eyes turned on the imagination switch. I halted any snickers from myself mentally from how childish this is and unconsciousness took over.

I had no dream that night which gave me no surprise. Pleased to unintentionally sleep that night I wasn't very mopey about it either.

Saying I had no dream wasn't exactly honest. It wasn't anything to brag about. It was nothing special, my subconscious remembered my curiousness about the time so it was a dream about an antique grandfather clock I once saw in a store.

Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock
It continued until a 14-hour timer went off. While in the dream I had no control over what I could or couldn't do. So, all I did do was wait for the clock to stop. The dream to stop. For it to be over with. I had patience, don't get me wrong. However, it was running thin.

As I instinctively persevered on opening my eyes, I started to wail shriekingly. The loud roar of noise came directly from my throat and scared the living shit out of me.

The vibrations of the unintentional scream coming from me aren't helping my body either. In fact, it fucking hurts. It's shaking my small, sore body with such force I can't stop it.

This solves a few questions of mine. I am definitely a toddler or baby. This is as horrible as I expected if not that then worse.

From what I could tell so far- I'm in no healthy position for my age. A regular baby or newborn should be cared for in a hospital or their house for medical and mental treatment.

That obviously is not how my parents thought I should be raised. Parents like those are the worst. Well, it's not like I have any emotional connection to them whatsoever.

My ears caught onto footprints nearby, the footprints sound quiet? People can't even walk normally around here?

The footprints then pick up my now less numb and more sore body and held me as if they were scared. "Yo... a... young... huh?" Their voice was going in and out which even if I heard them I couldn't say or do anything.

This helplessness is the worst part of this situation. I could care less if I am shit on by the bird I heard, I care more about how I couldn't do anything about it.

The child-like body that's holding me is looking beside me and shivering.

As I thought. This is the worst situation I could be in. Honestly, where did that creepy guy bring me?

My nose started to get its sense back and at that time, I wished it hadn't. The smell was putrid and unsettling. It's like I've sat in a garbage dump for a while. The smells most annoying were shit and rubbish. Ah I almost forgot to mention the subtle scent of blood.

Who am I kidding to? Everything I'm smelling is subtle. A baby's nose like mine is yet to be fully developed, not used to being in the world yet.

Couldn't I have been born in a more... helpful body. Like seriously! Is that too much to ask?!

"Whatever world I'm in I need to find out quickly." I thought determinedly while wiggling my toes. I focused on my hearing once again and it feels more focused. Less faraway.

The kid, who seems to be decently well off despite living in this trashy dump, gently lifted me up. His heavy breaths I can hear all too well. As if he hadn't taken a break in weeks. This poor pitidul child seems to have endured a lot in this city.

As he walked almost silently, his almost shoulder-length hair tickled my head. I predicted this walk was around 3 hours of treading through the rubbish. While going through that walk to who knows where I could hear the rumbling stomachs of those far away.

I could also hear the slosh of wet mud beneath the kid's feet as he was moving through the harsh weather. Well, the weather was less of a problem than the smell.

He stopped his pace suddenly and laid me on a smooth fabric on the ground...

Oh shit! Not again! Why am I so tired again?! Right as my almost hairless head lay on the unidentifiable fabric, I fell unconscious once again. The toll of a weak baby's mind fiuring out where I might be 

After a few weeks of figuring out my current body, I learnt something hellish. There isnt any better word to describe it than that. Hellish. The place I'm in is Meteor City. You may be wondering how the hell I set my mind on that so quickly? Well, I have a few reasons, one of them being the kid's name in Chrollo Lucilfer.

So, that's it for right now! It is a slow start and I do ask your patience. This story is a sequel to Whats Normal. Even due to it being a sequel you have no need to read the other book. If you do want to though it is on my other account. The account is UnusedMarsBar and it for some reason isn't allowing me back on. So I have to restart haha! Anyway... have fun reading this book!

Sincerely yours,
The Author