Green Is Your Color||KilluaxGon

[1] A New Neighbor

I'm Killua Zoldyck. I'm sixteen as of July seventh of this year. I'm five foot seven, which is fairly short for my family of practical giants, but I think it's fine. I've got four brothers, a mother and father, and a German shepherd named Mike. My hair is short and wavy and naturally snow white, which is kinda weird for someone so young. I go to Bridgeworth private high school and I'm thinking of asking out this one girl, Penny. I think she's pretty okay.

Killua shut his newly started journal and stuffed it in his top desk drawer, jogging to the living room to answer his mother's calls. Dressed in casual, yet classy, attire like his mother requested, he stood before her obediently.

"Oh, good, you're here." His mother grinned.

"Yeah, sorry for taking so long." He sighed, plopping down onto the couch. "What'd you need me for?"

"Oh! Well, a nice Christian family from Venezuela just moved across the street from us. It's only right we greet them."

"Oh, come on." He groaned. "I took one Spanish lesson like two years ago. I can't translate!"

"You whiny baby!" She flicked him in the forehead with a frown. "The mother and son speak fluent English and they used to live in Queens. Plus, he's your age and will be going to our church starting, not this Sunday, but the next."

"Alright." Killua nodded reluctantly with a sigh. "So, we'll see him next Sunday."

"No, are you crazy? We'll introduce ourselves today, maybe have dinner there. Or here if they'd like. We need more good, Christian families in our lives. Not the atheist girl you hang out with."

"Mom, Jacqueline's agnostic." Killua frowned.

"Same difference. She's not Christian. And that's her choice, but you need more friends of faith." She shook her head, setting down her glass of lemonade. "Now, let's bring them some lemonade and your leftover cookies. I'm not making more."

"Wha- I was saving those!" He groaned, following his mom to the door as she grabbed the lemonade pitcher and slipped on her good flats.

Killua slipped on his nicer tennis shoes, and followed his mom outside. He followed her across the street where cardboard boxes, full and empty and crushed, lay in two piles in the front lawn and two car garage.

Killua's mother rang the doorbell.

Some shuffling, frustration, and finally the unlocking and opening of the door.

"Goodness, Ging, where have you— Oh." A woman maybe Killua's height or an inch taller, answered the door.

Her hair was chestnut colored, extremely curly and medium length, pinned up into a messy bun with a blue BIC pen she found in her car's glove compartment. She wasn't dressed all that nice, seeing as she'd been unpacking and ordering around loving guys all day, and wore an oversized shirt and long skirt with ruffles.

"I-I'm sorry, we're all a mess. I wasn't expecting visitors!" She exclaimed with a nervous chuckle. "I'm Mito Freecss."

"Kikyo Zoldyck." His mother grinned, shaking the other woman's hand. "And this is my son, Killua."

"Nice to meet you." Mito smiled, surprising Killua with her tone of voice. Every other church woman he's forced to meet treats him like a child or like a newborn baby. Mito addressed him the same as she did to Kikyo. It made Killua feel a bit grown up. He stood a bit taller.

"Nice to meet you, too." He returned.

There was a moment of silence before Mito spoke.

"Oh! How rude of me, please come in!" She stepped aside, holding open the door. "Excuse the mess, we're doing our best moving in."