Wish Of A Shooting Star

18

" Sometimes I don't know what the hell to do with you. "

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Morning came back quickly, and (Y/n) hadn't expected it honestly. She hadn't realized that she had fallen asleep at such a late time. What time was it then? Maybe it was around one in the morning. Oh she wasn't so sure. What she was sure about was that she was hungry and she was off to get breakfast.

Leaving her belongings in a room that she might stay in for a couple of months,, she heads to the personal bathroom and tidied herself up. Speaking of cleaning up, that reminds her that she should probably get a new pair of clothes. She can't just wear this set of clothes all month. She's gotta alternate between other outfits too. Ah but..what to wear..what to wear? The nen user knew that there were a couple of malls around, maybe she should go shopping with her friends one day, if they have the time.

Which..she doubts. They'll probably be caught up with training and she would be the only one who has free time. Sure she could train with them and polish her own nen, but that's kind of boring.

The girl stood in front of the mirror before her, fresh out of the shower. Her (h/c) locks were still damp and she wore a t-shirt she had with her during her stay in the arena. The fog on the mirror blocked some parts around her but there was nothing behind her. She shouldn't worry about anything. (Y/n) can't dwell on the thought of someone behind her. That'll just creep her out more.

Her paranoia shouldn't get her, not when she knows that her friends are here for her, that she's not going to fight her aunt alone. She has the support that she wanted and... she was in a safe environment. The outside right now is a dangerous place.

Walking out of the bathroom, she stares at the bed once more and eventually looks at the phone. Perhaps she should call her uncle again, say hi and ask how he's doing. Ah... but wait. Shifting her gaze to the clock, she finds that it was eight in the morning. He was probably at work, feeding the chickens. Best to call him later in the evening when he's finished with his work.

She soon swings open the door to the hallway, finding that Killua was going to wake her up. Her (e/c) eyes connect with icy blues, causing her to smile. "Good morning," (Y/n) greeted her friend, "Did you guys get breakfast yet?"

"We haven't," Killua replied, "Gon wanted to wait for you. He was in his room earlier watching Tv when I decided to stop by. We talked for a bit but he didn't want to budge. Looks like he was waiting for something to appear on the screen. Probably his invitation to fight today."

The female rose a brow at what she heard. Gon was fighting today? Wasn't there a restriction with Wing about fighting. She might have not been paying attention during their lessons at the time but she's positive that the older guy said that he didn't want them fighting. Not for another month or so, that is. Their Ten is still underdeveloped, it was still weak. If Gon was going to fight today, that would be bad news.

"Are you kidding me?" (Y/n) spoke, "You know he can't do it. Wing said that it's not the right time to use Ten, especially in battle." The thought of her friend going into a fight like that, where he can potentially severely hurt himself got her mad, worried mostly. Her eyebrows furrowed farther, her fingers pinching the bridge of her nose. "If he gets hurt out there....ugh..Killua where is he?"

"He's in his room, still. I told you he's waiting for you to go in his room and say hi or something." The white haired male pointed at their friend's door before walking towards it. The girl followed close by, her footsteps were quick but quiet. With a knock, Gon rushed up to the door and opened it, revealing himself. There was a certain sparkle in his eyes, a sign of excitement that he felt about fighting someone with a new found ability.