Black and White (Killua Love Story)

Prologue

Prologue

The Sacrament of Matrimony is the occasion wherein a man and a woman finally dedicate themselves to each other to live happily ever after. Amen.

I wouldn't want to explain further since this has nothing to do with me and I wouldn't think anyone would want to get married at such an age like mine, ne? Well, this is what I'm really gonna tell ya.

It was a fine and normal day here in this living ice cube-like island of my mom and I. The area is, like an ice cube, with a cube-like dimension covered in snow. Several trees surround the island, and a handful of glaciers. Now it seems as if this ice-cube has a really rugged surface. Within the island, particularly on the centermost part, is where you could find my house. My house is just like any other house that isn't too fancy or too shady. It is made of thick bricks unevenly stacked, but securely placed.

Back to what I was suppose to say, it was an ordinary day when my mom went to look for dad. Or so I call him that. But since I didn't know—and neither did she—where he has gone, we went searching for him, leaving not one cubic meter or space untouched. Inevitably, he forgot his stupid freakin' phone in the house and it was freakin' ringing its stupid ringtone. Beep beebeep beep beep beep beebeep I don't know how it goes anymore since its really stupid and ugly, like my ringtone is way more better — but enough with the ringtones. What's more inevitable is that the caller is an unknown number. So my mom, pissed because she lacked evidence to bust my dad (ew, I don't even want to call him that), told me to answer the phone with my special voice changing system.

You see, I'm a half robot. No I ain't robocop or anything. I took an early "job" as an experimental subject to almost any experiment they would want to be a success, and sell it to the black market. I get a good salary for it, despite my willingness to get involved in a life threatening experiment to get money for my mom and I. I've been into countless experiments and most of it deals with liquids. Poisons, antidotes, whatever liquids, any liquids. Some also involve weird machines implanted in my body or substituted like that voice changing system thing. Another is my right leg that has been successfully changed into metal and gears and anything robotic. But it's still covered in my real skin so it won't look robotic at all.

Enough with my job, jeez I explain to much!

Reminding me of how I'm half robot, I forgot to explain myself! Well, there isn't much about me anyway, just long, black, and layered-cut hair that reaches above my ass. And I'm flat chested. All I usually wear are huge sweaters and shorts, with cheap sneakers that seem so worn out. Boom.

Back to what I was saying, I answered the phone, placed it on speaker and used that man's voice. Turns out that a woman who he's playing with was answering. How'd I know that it was one of those women he plays with? It's obvious that he plays with women. It's so obvious to the point that almost any woman that has any connection with him is his toy.

"This is Renzoku Satsujin-han, speaking." I said with a grin and snickered. She got really scared and hung up. So obviously that made mom mad. She started throwing things around, grabbing a human dummy we use for anatomy and started showing me which part of the body should I aim at to stab, cut, or split apart. That was a sign.

By the way, I have no idea why I haven't introduced myself and I go all telling you this. I bet you're even a bit confused about what's going on.

So I am Shinda, Renzoku Satsujin-han. And no, that long ass name ain't my last name. It is simply a title of mine. I'm a professional assassin trained by my one and only mother. With some help of my grandma who lives on the other side of the world. She usually trains me with putting weights on me for an everyday basis. Those weights are part of my "outside training" or OT for short as I would like to call it. They weigh freakin' lots of tons! OT is usually just weights and warm ups for 24/7. The real training is done on this island I would like to call, my home, and most of it deals with me and my huge sword (which also weighs like 2 tons) that my mom gave me when I was two. Sounds impossible for a human being, right? Mind you that I'm not completely human anymore. Sadly to say, it's all due to those experiments. Of course, the trainings help me become stronger.

Back to what I was saying.

So by the time he arrived home (probably to get his stupid ass phone), I quickly took charge and devoured him. Now that sounds like cannibalism, but I didn't eat him. I dashed my sword through his waist, making him bleed and cry for mercy. But I obviously didn't stop there, since he was still alive, I just chopped his head off to finish it for good. I know my mom couldn't wait for his death.

My mom practically has a bad temper, and sometimes doesn't listen to reasons and explanations. It's usually just come and go for her. This situation has though been somewhat understandable. The fact that my "dad" is a playboy and also just "comes and goes" with any women to his taste.

"Ah, yeay! Korosu is so happy for you, Shinda!" that's what my mom has always said after I did a job well done. And by the way, Korosu ain't some god or something. That's my mom's name. Yes at times she says everything in third person for who knows what reason. And it's somewhat a family tradition, to name the girls in the family with anything related to killing or stuff. Like korosu means kill, and mine, shinda means death.

"OK, clean up your mess. I'm stressed." said my mom while placing her hand on her forehead and sighed. You know, the usual pose when you're stressed. I got my shovel and buried him, splashed water on the snow to freeze the water and somewhat cover the blood splattered on the ground.

That was my life before I had the urge into becoming a hunter.

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2 weeks after that incident, all these information about the hunter exam spreads like a virus. Which eventually made me want to be one as well. Of course, not for killing purposes, I want to be a blackmail — blacklist hunter to put all those effing bastards down to jail!

My mom was also aware of this hunter thing, and me wanting to become one. So she said to stop doing the experimental job I take, because the next thing you know is that the experiments being experimented on me might actually kill me, but I insisted on letting them do whatever they want to do with me as long as we got the money. We aren't that fortunate, unlike the Zoldycks. And you probably know who they are. My grandma also helps for us to get money since she said that no old woman would want what the youth would want as of now. And I kind of agree with her.

So you see my grandmother used to be the number one criminal in the world, but she got extremely cocky and careless, therefore sending her to jail at 16. After 60 years she got arrested. And if you are wondering how my mother came here, well my grandmother is my mother's auntie.

Oh, I just talked about my other grandmother...

Actually, my grandmother is now a mere fortune teller, but she does make a living! About 20,000 zeni a month! That's great! My mom just makes 18,000 zeni a month and it's hard to fit that amount for the both of us. Especially when we had that man around before. We used to spend a ton of money on liquor and whatever grossness he asks for. I don't even know why my mom just gets almost everything he asks. Plus, if ever we really need money, we roam and kill. But it rarely happens.

Life's great, I tell ya. Life's great!

But that statement went on hiatus when my mom died. First, she lost her job, then this certain friend of hers hated her, and was later killed by that friend because of jealousy.

I first found out about this because at the scene of the crime, she screamed my name. So obviously I went out hastily since her scream sounded concerned, and upon arriving at the scene, I saw her dead body bathed in blood with cuts on her arm with the word "ZOLDYCK" on it. But I was clueless that time about who these Zoldyck people are. That made me realize that it was time to take the hunter exam and kill those bastards who killed my mother.

"I will kill them Zoldycks. All of them!" was what I always said.

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Well, that was how my life began when I was a kid. I hope the next time we meet, you will know all about my life. Starting from the hunter exam and afterwards. Then know what has been happening after I created that statement. Maybe that statement was mere child's play. I mean, sometimes you would laugh at yourself for doing or saying this ridiculous thing of the past, ne? Well it's up to you to decide whether you would want to know or not.

And now, I guess, jaane!