Lost Connection... [Discontinued]

Chapter 1.

Starting Off

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Killua wasn't able to depict his own future, freedom with no remorse and self-less pride amongst the family business. It was pretty self-explanatory for him being the next strongest heir.

He doesn't care about how the business continues, as long he's not in charge. Better so than killing wanted criminals.

Mind drifting away from harsh memories back home, a muffled voice can be heard between his ears distracted from deep thought, tone sounding somewhat concerned.

Eyelids twitched but didn't bother opening so he wouldn't see who woken him up, for the others presence safety and unknowingly blank knowledge about what privacy means while someone is sleeping.

Killua's arms were crossed loosely against his heaved chest, letting out a quick breath through his nostrils. Legs planted flat on soft green grass and back glued to the tree as if was the only source keeping him somewhat stable.

The uncanny presence still lingers. Like a desperate mosquito to attack. All Killua could do was shift slightly, eyes still closed giving a blatant response.

"Yeah, now I'm awake, all thanks to you." Groaning in annoyance.

"Sorry, I'll leave you be." The boy responds sounding a little wounded and stood up from laying on both his knees, then starts walking elsewhere.

Catching those careful, yet quiet footsteps he was able to listen, positive that the stranger was far enough, he opened his eyelids fully and sees' the most horrendous outfit ever in life existence called fashion. The boy seems around Killuas' height, defying black spikey hair makes him look tall but just adds more.

Now he's kinda curious how tall the odd and impolite stranger is compared to himself with his ridiculous spiked hair when fully down.

Though the downside is that he never saw his face. That problem shouldn't be an issue really, like, who else wears an atrocious green attire and a bright yellow backpack carrying a fishing tall rod?

Obviously him.

Shrugging away thoughts and stands up. Stretching every tight muscle upwards possible while watching the boy jog somewhere.

Killua's stomach does a weird tingly feeling as he's staring. Ponders and thinks he's only hungry.

Shifting up his backpack wrapped around his shoulder and starts finding somewhere to eat.

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Sometime finding a place after fifteen minutes wandering aimlessly, he found a cafe called 'Starbucks'.

Pleased when studying the structure and heads inside. Bell giving a little ding above which startled him much to his dismay as a silent assassin scared by harmless bell.

Staring at the sudden object covered in gold while he heard people chuckle at his startled jump made him blush in embarrassment only to return a innocent smile back.

Walking towards the counter to see some pretty options to choose from, there was a girl with curly blonde hair and shiny green bluish eyes standing behind the black glossed counter. The girl spots him and smiles.