Why Was I Chosen? (OCxVarious)

Introduction: Me, Akiyo

Yosh! Hello everyone. I am Akiyo.

And this is my story of how I came to the world of Hunter x Hunter. Let's start with my back round first.

Akiyo Izumi, age 12. 

I grew up with four sisters, me being the youngest. By five years. It sucked because I was a natural born leader-type person. And my sisters always either treated me as a dress up doll or completely ignored me, leaving me in a pit of loneliness because I wasn't a social person either. Honestly, I move if someone other than my parents enter the room.

I have a mental problem called asperger, if that's even how you spell it. This meant that I was not one to have friends my age and I was smarter. Genius smart. I am currently in my second year of a hell hole called high school even though I should be in middle school. 

Anyways, talking about my past. 

I grew up in kinda bad environments because I was born in California because my dad worked as a pager boy for movie companies. We decided to move somewhere else, where my mom would work as a CFO for a small company, so we lived a life of middle class. My dad soon became a vice manager of a movie theater because of his connections in the movie area for his work in California. My sisters had all moved out by the time he had gotten this job, so we lived even richer lives.

Until my dad published a revolutionary book. 

Money started coming and hitting home like nobody's business. We moved to a huge mansion, with everything you could need it because I was now a bit of an only child. I also gained a fair share of the money because I help edit the story and tell my dad what things could help the storyline, ect. I also was given money from directing my own anime, creating 'legendary' works of writing, and so much more. Once or twice I even held my own anime convention.

Everything is great now. My parents are kind people, and my only friends. My mom quit her job so she could spend time with me, but then she went on trips to all kinds of places with me and my sisters, so I don't actually see her too much. My dad can actually write his books pretty quickly, so he has plenty of time to hang with me. But school always keeps me from spending a lot of time with him. But that's okay. I'm really loving life right now.

If only I could live in an anime. But wishes only come true in your dreams. 

Then how did I get into Hunter x Hunter?

Well, it started out as a normal day. I woke up at 4:30, when I got ready for school and made breakfast of bacon, eggs, and orange juice, because I was feeling kinda lazy. I woke up my dad when I was done, and we ate. I do all the cooking because I love to do it. Maids and butlers are that commonly seen, because They clean up the house once a day, but that's about it. My parents never really liked the idea of it, though. It took me forever to convince them. 

Anyways, me and my dad played the usual of pokemon card games and a match or two of super smash. I whooped his ass though. We then watched RWBY, a show I got him to watch. Soon it was time for me to head to school, and I always went half an hour early because I like to walk. It's quite refreshing to see the late spring blossoms. 

I tucked a piece of my dyed red hair behind my ear, enjoying the sweet fragrance of the newly planted trees that had pink buds on them. 

"Ah, I'm late!!!" I heard a girl behind me say. She crashed into me, almost making me trip. I flatly placed a foot in front of me to stop myself from falling as I turned give her a confused look. 

"Late? But your nearly half an hour early." I said, holding my phone's clock in her face. She quickly looked at her watch to see it was an hour ahead. 

"Waahh!!!" she yelled, clutching her head. "I forgot to change the time on this watch from daylight savings!!" 

I smiled at her. "At least you'll get to school early, right?" She nodded weakly. She turned her head to her bag, that was lying on the road. 

"Ah, my bag!" She started to get up, but I smiled at her. "I'll get it." "Ahh! No, you really don't have to do that!" "I don't mind." 

I crossed the road, seeing no cars. As I bent down to pick up the bag, the girl yelled a "Watch out!" I looked up to see a large truck, headed straight at me at high speeds. The last thing I remember was a feeling of disgust, because the man driving the truck,

Was on his phone, texting.