Interuniversal (HxHxMHA Crossover) Killugon

Chapter 3: Reunited

Near the front entrance of one of the larger hospitals situated in the city housing one of the greatest schools in the country, stood a rather short boy. To any outside spectator, he'd fit right into the masses converging on the sidewalk around him, nothing more than a background thought to most. Just another patient to be released from the hospital in a cruel world of evildoers, forgotten within seconds. Maybe involved in an attack, maybe just a sickness that needed treatment. No one would care enough to find out what lands someone in the hospital unless that person is in any way famous. Just an ordinary boy.

But that's not the truth. Because to this very boy, the entire world around him wasn't like the one he knew. The one he came from.

As Killua Zoldyck stood frozen on the sidewalk, staring wide eyed at the world around him, nobody paid him any mind.

Snapping out of his trance like state, he looked around himself once more. It was clear to him now; he was no longer in his own world. He didn't know how or why, but this very clearly wasn't his own world. Whether he was on another planet, the dark continent, another reality or another universe was entirely unclear, and he was pretty sure he wouldn't get any answers soon. He wanted to rule out the dark continent due to the clearly different gravity, but honestly, the dark continent was already messed up, there was no telling if there was an area with different gravity.

His head spun as he took in all of the different colored auras of the probably maybe perhaps humans around him. Each aura had a different color, even if the difference was extremely small. The auras were focused around different parts of their bodies, just like Aizawa's had been. Some were focused around the hands, others around the legs, or whatever other mutations they had.

It was like being thrown into a giant colorful ball pit, except the colorful balls were all humans and you were the only white ball. He just didn't fit in.

Well, that's what he thought until he glanced behind himself, catching sight of his tail. It had as much aura as every other body part of his, as he was able to regulate the flow of his aura, but it was still a damn tail. It's not every day you get a tail. So maybe he fit in a little. He was more like an imposter now, he supposed. He didn't really belong, but from the outside, it may seem like he did.

"You coming, kid?" He was pulled from his thoughts by none other than Aizawa, who had turned around when he noticed the boy wasn't following him anymore. The people walking by threw the occasional glance at the two of them, but otherwise minded their own business and went on with their day as they would normally.

The black haired, scraggy looking man was stood next to a nice, black car that didn't fit him at all. It was probably his husband's car, or perhaps Nezu provided it to him.

This thought was confirmed almost immediately after Killua actually got into the car. Because Aizawa Shota sure as hell had no clue on how to drive responsibly. Well, he could drive... just not without endangering the lives of either the occupants of the vehicle or the people going about their lives outside. Or both. Most of the time, it was both. To be honest, Killua had no idea how the man had even gotten his license, or how they haven't been pulled over yet. But with how terrible the police was at their job in his own world, he didn't have high expectations for this world, either.

For such a tired, yet calm looking guy—probably because he abuses copious amounts of drugs—he sure had quite a habit for road rage. Even though he was the cause of the problem most of the time.

Now, Killua wasn't scared of death. He was once an assassin, and though he may be thought to still be an assassin by some, he himself considers himself to have pretty much quit that industry.