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.

They lost. He lost them. He would never lose them again. . . After Madara killed him, Naruto finds himself back in the body of his younger self, right when he was made Genin. With a vow to change the future, Naruto will use his knowledge to come out on top and save the world from certain destruction. Time Travel Fic I don't own the cover, just edited it. I don't own Naruto. . . yet.

Kakashi Hatake didn't really have a solid plan as to how he was going to change the future. All he knew was that he really couldn't do much worse than Naruto and his friend's had. Armed with knowledge of the future, he reached the conclusion that the best course of action would be stopping Obito. And if Obito had gone insane because Rin had died, making him fall in love with someone who has evaded death enough times to prove at least partial immortality sounds fool proof enough to him. Kakashi is going to make Obito Uchiha fall in love with him. And Kurama was going to come along for the ride whether he wanted to or not. By: Hashirama {Sequel to A Couple Steps Back. Could potentially be read as a stand alone, but I do suggest reading the first book prior}

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...)

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

"ɪᴛ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ɪʟʟᴇɢᴀʟ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴏᴠᴇʀ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟsᴇ's ʙᴏᴅʏ." Originally called 'The New and Improved Caroline Forbes"

In a world where everything is dying Harry is given one choice: º Go back in time to undo the damage by doing a Sacrifice Ritual to save himself and his children, or º Stay in the horror that was this new world and end up dying by the end of the month. Once in the past can he really go against everything he believes and join the Wizard he once defeated? Cover by RiddleSnape(AO3)/@S1L6Moon9(WP)

A smile twisted onto his lips. "Oh but darling brother....you expect me to be so merciful..." On that fateful night of Halloween, Dumbledore makes a fatal mistake; the wrong boy-who-lived is named. Soon after, Harry James Potter was thrown in Azkaban for no authentic reason at the age of 7. He happens to be incarcerated in the same prison cell as Bellatrix, Rodophlus, and Rabastan Lestrange. It's across from his godfather, Sirius Black, who often accesses the Lestrange's cell via his animagus form. When he is eleven years old, a single lonely brown owl shivers as it passes through the Azkaban wards. It is delivering a letter to one Harry J. Potter in Cell 777. Harry, who was trained and taught beforehand by Black and the Lestranges, recieves the letter with unsuppressed glee. He will have his revenge.