(HxH bnha crossover with killua centered) After a certain incident killua got his ass kicked into another universe. With no way home, he soon discovers that things weren't going to be that easy. On top of it all, he finds himself torn between the two sides of society. He wasn't really a villain, because of gon and his friends he didn't really do that stuff anymore. But still..... he was just as far from being a villain as he was to be a hero.

"UA?" Killua finds himself in a world unfamiliar to him - and he needs to find his way back home. When he slips up and accidently becomes a wanted felon, he must disguise himself. Things begin to spiral, and Killua must face the challenges as time moves on. Will he make it back to his original world? Or will he slowly start to forget which world was his to begin with? ⚠️DISCLAIMER⚠️ This is a crossover between two anime, HunterxHunter and My Hero Academia, MEANING I don't own any characters or character backstories! ⚠️ Cover art goes to @_zoldy_ !! PLS GO FOLLOW THEY'RE SO TALENTED OH MY GOD updating or some shit idrk im physically and mentally deprived rn and a sophmore in hs cut me some mf slack {[Highest Rankings]} (°) #1 in hxh (°) #1 in killugon (°) #2 in Multiverse

Killua got transported to My Hero Academia, but didn't get the chance to be a hero. The real world is not a place where Heros or Villains exist. It's a world full of sadness and unfairness, the people just decide how they handle with it. That's what Killua does. Hope you enjoy this fanfic!(: WARNING: Sorry if my English is bad Bad written story it gets better I think. The pictures I am using are all not mine! I probably won't continue it, sorry!

Appearing from a sudden black phenomenon in the sky, Killua has no idea how he appeared into this strange world. " Sadate him!" " It's not working!!" Why are there so many people in ridiculous outfits claiming to be hero's? Where is Gon? Where are they trying to bring him? How did he appear here? "What's your name?" "Killua Zoldyck " Will he ever return to his own world? Will he ever seen his friends and family again? But most importantly...Why is everyone in this world so weak? WARNING~ Cursing, Gore, Violence.

OFFICIALLY DISCONTINUED sorry :( (Basic Idea Came From Heriotza's Old Story 'Killu-nya meets mha'. Make sure to check them out!) (if your finding my story you probably already have hehehe) Hello! This is my first time ever writing a story, just recently figured 'hey, i like stories. and i have free time, i should make a story!' so yeah. Just a fair warning that i might not upload very often,it really depends on how busy i am and if i can even come up with what to do in the next chapter. I have a decent foresight on where i'll be going but i'm kinda just going to be going with the flow. Alrighty then, time to tell you about the actual story. (this is a very dumbed down version of the start of the first chapter) *Inhales* Lets go "WHAT THE F-" a loud shout was cut off with a giant crash. Normally this would signify a villain attacking someone, considering it came from a dark alleyway in the dead of night. Which is why a certain, very homeless looking, hero went to investigate said alleyway. But instead, he found a very pale child with snow white haired child, granted it was a bit dull due to all of the dust but it still stood out clear as day. He was currently cussing out a trashcan for 'Being in the way of his perfect landing'. Being the very sleep deprived person he is, he wanted to just ignore it. But he didn't, why? He had no idea, maybe because he didn't know how old they were or if they were even supposed to be there. maybe they was a villain? or maybe, just maybe, it was because he had a pair of cat ears and a tail that Aizawa was pushed to confront the boy. "Hey, Cat Boy" Eraser said to the unidentified person, Still cussing out the same trashcan. The boy turned around with curious, yet threatening eyes and said "Who are you calling a cat, you sleep deprived hobo?" Its safe to say Aizawa soon realized his mistake in confronting the boy.

"We had to drug him..." His fuzzy mind couldn't keep up with what those strange people were saying. "We had to use tons of drugs to sedate him!" said one of the strangers, he wanted to open his eyes but they were so heavy, he couldn't even move or talk. 'What are they doing to me?' Killua thought in desperation. "This kid isn't normal, I don't even am sure if he's from here..." continued another stranger. Killua slowly began to open his eyes. Where was he? Who were those people... with capes and strange costumes? "WHAT YOU ARE DOING TO THIS KID IS ILLEGAL! If the police knew, they would probably take your hero license..." Another man tried to explain the group of heroes gathered around the hospital bed. "We only want to know if he is dangerous to society. This kid is a complete mystery" One from the group of heroes explained. Welcome to the nasty part of the hero society. -THE COVER ISN'T MINE- (Credits to the author) All the rights to Yoshihiro Togashi (My first fiction) (Bad grammar...)

The world is not black and white. It is not grey, nor is it anywhere close to monochrome. The world was made of rainbows. Beautiful, terrifying rainbows. Killua Zoldyck knew these things, even if he hadn't, at first. And yet, even as he knew these things, he still managed to see his life through the bleak eyes of one who knew only death and pain. Because Killua, before learning of colors, was taught to fade into- to become- the darkness. Then Gon had arrived, bringing with him a plethora of yellows and blues and green- so much green- and Killua lost sight of the darkness. For a moment, it receded into the background. But only for a moment. Killua didn't want to lose his memories of the colors, but he did wonder if things would have been easier if he'd just gone along with the life laid out before him. The fear of losing the colors was what made them painful in the first place, but Killua couldn't help it. Once he'd seen them, he could never forget, even as their absence reverberated through his soul. The rain was grey. Soft, and light, but grey. A different shade than the one he'd grown up with, but still, grey had always brought him so much suffering. Would it stop, if he stopped struggling against it? In any case, Killua's world had disappeared, in the rain, and when he'd opened his eyes, the rain was bluer than he remembered. Pellets creating a barrage instead of droplets that melted on his cheeks. For a while, he returned to the shadows. When he finally emerged, he heard whispers of heroes and villains, of vigilantes. Of quirks. Killua knew far too much for his age, yet at the same time, far too little. But one thing he did know was that he did not want glory, he did not want fame or money. Killua wanted the colors, the fun, the laughter. And he'd do anything to get it. Now, remember one thing: Killua Zoldyck is not a villain. But he is far from a hero. *This fanfiction is inspired by other works of the genre; see the first page

One unlucky pick, that's all it took to get Killua sent to the future. A future where the Zoldycks are no longer fearsome, a future where the power system has completely flipped, a future where he has to learn everything from scratch. "Just my luck." Is his only comment. ‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵ I do not own either of these amazing animes!! Neither do I own the characters, only OCs! Milestones: #1 in crossover 9/13/2020

Killua was a trained assassin, adept in the skill of a swift reaction time before his opponents could ever hope to harm him. But the one-time Killua meets back with Gon after two years of separation, someone manages to knock him off guard. Now trapped inside of a strange world, in a crazy hero-oriented city dubbed Musutafu, Killua must adapt to this universe to make his way back to the people he loves. But emotions can get muddy; morals and goals can skew. What can the ex-assassin do when he begins to become content with his new life? Note: I began writing this story when I was 14. I'm 16 now, and so because of this my writing style has greatly improved. If you find the beginning chapters cringe I'm so sorry 😭

The first thing Killua felt was pain. It laced through his back and shoulders. The second thing he felt was rain as it pelted down on his face. Suddenly there was a bright light shining through his eyelids. "the hell? Is he dead?" Killua groaned, opening his eyes. As soon as he did so he felt a splitting headache. "fucking god-" He sat up, rubbing his head. "why does it feel like I fell off a cliff?" Killua looked around to see what looked like an old man with a scarf? His flashlight hurt Killua's eyes so he couldn't see well but he knew there was another person. "hey kid are you alright?" he asked. Killua chuckled "It kinda feels like that one time-" he cut himself off. "wait where the hell am I?" (note: the cover is not mine)