Wish Of A Shooting Star

15

" A new face, a new friend. "

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Each step taken feels more like a drag. (Y/n) couldn't help but stare at others around her, finding that they seem to recognize her. With similar, if not, almost identical features to her father, it was hard not to notice someone who was a close relative to a long standing champion of the arena. Anxious, she felt fear, but for what? The girl couldn't understand. The proud, if not, confident structure she had on prior to coming to the arena was breaking down around her as she continued to walk around the halls.

This area was not safe for her. Her uncle told her, hell even she knew that being here can cause attention to another person. Someone she wasn't fond of, strangers that want her head. Seraphina was another threat. Oh don't think she forgot about that woman..and her supposed all seeing eye.

The girl kept her head down, making sure to hide her identity from others. News would have spread by now and despite her request, there would be press pushing others around to get another word from her. Why? A celebrity status that she never fancied.

Making her way to the 50th floor by elevator, (Y/n) stuck herself in the back corner of the small square, keeping her head low as she felt stares on her. People recognized her and by heavens did she hate it. She hated it to so much. Her hands grasp the skin on her arms, squeezing it till it hurt. It kept her leveled in reality, before she could start getting lost in her thoughts again.

"Get away from me," her mind chanted, "Stay away from me." No one could hear her, as she never voiced what she had bouncing around her mind.

The ride up the elevator was quiet. It wasn't a comfortable silence that wrapped around her. It felt more like someone was strangling her, trying to make her say a word as her vocal chords are getting strained in her throat. Nails dug into her own skin, almost making a mark, almost making her bleed. Regret embeds itself in her chest the longer she stays in the small elevator filled with stares. Why didn't she listen to herself, why didn't she turn down the boys' offer to go to the arena?

The soft ding of the elevator grabbed the attention of the girl, making her look up to find that they had reached the 50th floor. Even if the ride lasted for a few minutes, it felt more like a couple of hours. The girl pushed her way out of the crowded area, eager to leave, eager to get out of such a small space. Stares connect with her form as she made her way stomping to the room where the 50th floor fighters would be having their break in. Her hands tugged the straps of her backpack, fingers balling up into fist as a desperate attempt to cover up her feelings.

Having her friends see her like this and them getting worried? She doesn't like it. The thought of it hurt her. She doesn't want them to know, she doesn't want them to get stressed over her situation.

Unknowingly something gets in her way. Walking with her head down makes the girl face more problems than usual. A problem like bumping into a stranger.

(Y/n) stumbles backwards, but it wasn't enough to make her fall on her bottom. Taking a few steps back she looks to the person she had collided with. It was a curious male, a few inches taller than her. By the look of his appearance, he looks a little younger than her. Perhaps by a year or two. He wore white. Weirdly enough the outfit he was sporting made it look like he was practicing martial arts. He had strong brown, almost black eyes. His hair was short..perhaps a buzzcut, and it had a light brown hue.

"S-Sorry-" the girl stuttered out, sparing the male a smile. She was about to take another step when she noticed Gon and Killua in front of this stranger. Her eyes widen a little, her mouth slightly agape as she stared up at her friends. She..hadn't seen them. Well..she could have seen them if she was looking straight ahead.