Wish Of A Shooting Star

6

" I really really hate you for that. "

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The crew all looked at each other. Most of them cheered for their recently received point. Killua held himself back, watching everyone celebrate. Why would they celebrate now when they've gotten only two points. What was required was one more point. By then they should be celebrating. Not now. Not when they're not even finished.

"I'll be going up next then." Kurapika spared a smile to his companions. The male took a moment to gain some composure, breathing in and out to calm himself. He needed some prep..he didn't know what kind of person he would be facing so Kurapika finds it best to prepare himself.

A sigh comes from a white haired boy as he looked at the upcoming challenger. A smile spread across his face as he looked at this particular person. That's funny. How come he's blue? Body modification perhaps? He looks like a smurf.

"Don't you think he looks a little funny, Gon?" (Y/n) asked. She could be seen snickering as she points at the man filled with tattoos and has a color of a blueberry, "Did you get his name? I'm gonna name him blueberry."

The comment Killua overheard brought a smile to his face before he quickly erased it. He stares at his friends, finding the girl's nose still bleeding. Her clothes were white..she could stain those and by the looks of it, she didn't have any spares. That handkerchief that she held against her nose was getting bloodier. It's better to have a dry cloth rather than reusing the same damp red one.

Well that was her own problem..why was he worrying about her?

Shaking his head, he focuses on other things. While he kept himself away from the two other teenagers his age, he sends them occasional looks. Killua was unsure if he was able to approach them. He felt a little uneasy at how well they were getting along. Maybe he just needed some time to think about what kind of feelings he's getting right now. He feels happy whenever they talk to each other. Not that he was stone cold, it was just the idea of having friends that bothered him. He couldn't really talk to anyone else other than his family. They never got along with each other.

With these two, all three of them seem to click.

Killua shook his head once more, dismissing the thoughts that occupied his head. It's best to just go with the flow, see how things work out. He'll take it as a little experiment, if one can call basic human interaction one.

Both (Y/n) and Gon had a smile on their face as they called over the lone teenager. Killua looked away for a moment before he scooted closer to them. He was hesitant to talk but once he was brought on to the conversation, he wasn't so shy anymore. He felt a little comfortable, a little laid back now.

"Why were you sitting away from us earlier?" (Y/n) asked, though her voice sounded muffled. The handkerchief was in the way of course.

"Yeah! Why's that Killua?" Gon chimed in, tilting his head to the side.

Killua shrugged his shoulders, his eyes never leaving the sight of the fight that's about to begin. "I dunno. Just needed to be alone for a couple of minutes. No biggie."

"Oh? I hope you're feeling well Killua." (Y/n) patted the boy's shoulder, sending him a smile. Though..the sight was blocked by the handkerchief.

All three teens had their gazes at Kurapika and that prisoner's match. What was his name again? (Y/n) had surely forgotten about it but did the other two remember it? Well whatever..she already established that she was gonna call him blueberry. It looks like blueberry has been doing some drugs. He's super bulky. At least with Bendot, he looked like he actually worked for those muscles but poor ol' blueberry looks too buff. It's weird..it's unnatural. Honestly everything about this man seemed unnatural.