Homeland of trash of gems

Chapter one

Third person pov

A silhouette could be seen coming from the south side of Meteor city, a trash city. Once the silhouette got closer it could be recognized as an adult man carrying a child who seemed close to the age of 5.

The man walked over to a mountain of trash and put the child down.

Now, Meteor city is a place filled to the brim with trash piles. It was the ideal place to dump your trash in without getting in trouble. Sadly, you could also find a lot of disowned children here fighting for their lives.

After the man set the child down he looked around with amber eyes that held playfulness and the want to explore.

The man had black hair that looked like it defied gravity with multiple small spikes sticking up. A mustard colored cloth wrapped around his head loosely like a headband.

The man's name was Ging Freeces.

He was here today at Meteor city to drop off his 5 year old son Gon who also had amber eyes and hair that stood up. Only his hair was a lot thicker and had tints of green at the tips.

Ging looked around the small clearing and spotted a red couch. The couch in question looked only a little beat up with the vibrant red color it used to give off dulled.

Ging ran over to it and dragged it over to where he had set his child, Gon, down.

“Okay hop up here.” Ging said while he pat the dusty cushion.

Gon hopped up on the love seat and stared at his father with innocent and curious eyes.

“What's going on and where are we?” Gon asked as he looked up to his father who had also taken a seat on the worn down cushion.

“Right now, we are in the dirtiest city in the world. This place is called Meteor city.” Ging started “this is your new home. If you're going to become like me you have to survive here.”

Gon was surprised, curious, and maybe a little bit scared as he listened to his father.

When his father did not continue, he got a little more worried.

“Are you leaving me here?” Gon asked with hurtful and betrayed eyes.

When his father did not say anything, only got up and started to walk away he felt scared. He felt betrayed. He felt angry.

He was being let to rot by his father at the age of 5 in a nowhere place filled with trash.

And that was how it started…

-A month later-

Gon had given up all hope on his father's return.

It had been a month since he was left here. He survived by finding food in piles and very small giveaways from a group who he has yet to know the name of.

He found out that most kids here, adults even, were abandoned as babies not knowing how to walk let alone remember their family like he did.

The group that had always given out apples started to appear more than usual.

And by the time Gon was 6, he started to steal for very much needed money. Though he only stole from those who have money to spare but keep it for themselves.

He also started training at age 6, he was a quick learner.

By the age of 7, one of the group's members, who he had found out they were called the Phantom Troupe, would always assist with his training. It didn’t matter who it was but, someone was always there.

At 7 and a half he was invited to meet everyone in the troupe including the person who brought them together.

The people he had already met from within the group were Franklin, Pakunoda, Machi, and Feitan.

The first member he had met was Franklin. Gon was running around the piles of trash while leaping over it as well when the two met.

Franklin had walked up to him and asked if he wanted an apple and after that they chatted. Franklin had soon dragged Pakunoda along within a few days to help with his training.

The third member Gon had met was Machi who soon had become like an older sister to Gon.

The last member Gon had met before being invited by Machi to meet everyone else was Feitan.

Gon was training with his agility that day when he felt like he was being watched. Gon had soon turned around to see Feitan watching him from on top of another pile of trash.

Gon’s pov

‘Today I get to meet everyone!’ I thought as I walked with Machi. ‘But why take interest in me? Isn’t there others that can do more than I can?’ I continue my train of thought as I walk.

“We’re here.” Machi announces. Successfully pulling me out of my thoughts.

I looked up to find a rackety garage that had multiple exits.

For some reason I had a bad feeling in my stomach as Machi placed her hand on the door.

‘It’s just nerves, calm down.’ I silently scold myself for thinking anything bad about the people that helped me.

Machi soon opens the door as I take a deep breath.

I could tell that there was some talking before we came because everyone turned toward the door as we entered.

I was nervous.

“Hey Machi, is this the kid you keep talking about?” A girl asked from sitting upon a wooden crate.

I looked up at the person who owned the voice and saw a girl with black hair that held a natural wave at the end and glasses on. I metally flinch whenever I heard that they had been talking about me.

Befo Machi could answer, Franklin said “yeah, Shizuku.”

The woman I now could identify as Shizuku nodded her head but kept quiet.

“Is Chrollo here yet?” Machi questioned.

Before anyone could answer a voice rang through the hollow building.

“Yes, I am here now.”

I tried to see where the noise came from but before I could look for long I felt a cold hand on my shoulder. I turn around to see a tall man with slicked back black hair and empty black eyes. If I looked more I could make out a cross of his forehead.

“Hello.” He says in a monotone voice.

“Hi.” I greet back.

I was getting weird vibes from him but ignored it, again.

“Introduce yourself.” Machi said from beside me.

“Hi! I’m Gon!” I say with a smile that didn’t reach my eyes.

And that was how it all started…

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Heyy guys I'm really exicted to do this!! I like how it's a unique plot and just have wayyyyy more fun creating this. I know I dropped my other story was because I wanted to create something original and something with anguis(did I spell that right?) and I didn't think Haikyuu was the best fandom for sad stuf that I like to write... :) I hope you enjoy this story!!

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