Ouran High School is a well-known school in Japan, a school for the rich, the powerful and the intelligent. Though one fateful day Ouran's principal and administration agree to open up a new program-a baking program-with this new fact gives an instant spark upon Saiki's sweet tooth. As he works his way up into Ouran Private Academy for the success of getting into the school's newly added program, Saiki (being a commoner and all) also catches a spark with the Host Club, and it doesn't take a psychic to know things will fall into a disastrous circle of clichés from there. (I am a manga reader and Anime watcher for both animes, details from both the show and manga will show up in this book!)

Killua sighed, hands in his pockets as he walked along the streets of the town he called home. The sharp scent of smoke hit his nose as he passed by an alley, which he ignored. It wasn't exactly uncommon in these parts. Almost there- Killua blinked, realizing his body was going numb. He glanced down, confused. Confusion turned to alarm as he realized his body was...disintegrating? Turning into a fine powder that was blowing away in the wind. The alarm faded into curiosity, as he realized...it didn't hurt. He watched his fingers turn from flesh to sand, then get whisked away by the wind. The decay crawled up his arms and legs, then his chest, then finally his head. His vision faded as his eyes turned grainy, then fell to the ground in a million microscopic particles.

Two years after the assassination of Koro Sensei, Karma Akabane and his rival, Gakushu Asano were chosen for an exchange program with PK Academy! Let's find out how Saiki and his disastrous schoolmates interact with them!

Killua was in a new world and, soon enough, enrolled in a school out of boredom. He would've been placed in one of the top classes, but was immediately degraded into E class after failing the writing portions. There he meets a yellow octopus who destroyed the moon into a permanent crescent moon, and his fellow students. Their goal; to assassinate the teacher. Killua refuses to assassinate the teacher and doesn't want to talk to any of the students. Will he eventually open up and will he join them in their goal of assassination? Read to find out! _________ Inspired by: Hunter x Assassination by _KC134_ Assassin's Heart (HxH and Assassination Classroom Crossover) by anime_fangirl111 Hunter x and x Assassins [HxH and AssClass crossover] by The_Salt_Demon And more! Cover by me! Assassination classroom and hunter x hunter belong to their creators! One more thing: SWEARING AND BLOOD WARNING also sexual topics and such.

Killua slammed hard into the ground. he didn't know how he fell or where he was, but he knew that he was alone. "Fucking god" Killua stood up, then looked down. I look half dead. There were gashes all over him, his shirt was ripped and torn as well. Then he felt a bolt of pain, it wasn't visible but it hurt like hell. I can't remember what happened. "HEY YOU!" his eyes snapped up to see a police officer running down the alleyway he had fallen in. "yeah?" he said, turning. Then he pulled a gun out. "S-Stay right where you are!" Killua blinked, "what did I do?" the officer was obviously terrified by the way his hands were trembling. He pointed to the ground next to him and his eyes followed the hand. "HOLY SHIT!" he jumped a good few inches in the air at the three dead bodies that were lying on the ground. Not that dead bodies scared him, it was just unexpected. Killua crouched and inspected them, only to hear a faint breath coming from one of the children. The group was a small family it seemed, and he couldn't ignore the child. "the kid's not dead, if you hurry you can-" there was a gunshot and he dodged, then froze. His eyes slowly drifted over to where the kid was. Did he just, shoot her?

"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...)

"You haven't been searching have you?" he asked ,eyes cold and steely. "A-actually, I-I didn-" the man in front of him tried to meekly deny. "I have been cooperating with you so far, I have been keeping my end of the bargain." he started, his fingernails instinctively sharpening," But if you are just toying with me then things will have to change." he stated. This is my first book so please be patient with me . .......... I don't own any of the characters

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

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

Killua Zoldyck was wandering around after reluctantly dropping Alluka off at Gon's place, to "take a break from everything", as the green haired hunter says. Little did he know, that chain of events will soon be lead to his appearance at an unknown region, which turns out to be a different dimension where people use these "gifts" called "quirks". [ on hiatus ( >﹏< ) ]