Overpoweredkillua Stories

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

Cover art by @caydendamnit on discord. When Killua finds himself unexpectedly in the midst of the sports festival and forced to participate, he begins to start craving the adventure and excitement he used to experience. He might've been a lot more powerful than those around him, but it almost made it more fun.

It's dark. There's flashes of light? Memories? There's these scenes playing over and over again. A girl, dark long hair, she's wearing a kimono with a bandana on her head, what looks to be emojicons decorating it. Her eyes are light blue, similar to the sky on a sunny day, skin pale, like snow mixed with a touch of vanilla. Her smile so bright it challenges every star in the universe but how did he know that? He can't see it but somehow he knew it. Her kimono was dirty near the bottom, partially ripped, it'd have to be fixed. Why are such minuscule details so important to him? Why did he care? There were other images appearing and yet she was the sole focus of his attention. In the other images there was blood, pools of it. Enough to cause an opaque layer of paint. For some reason this caused anger and pain to rise within him. Illumi. He knew we couldn't run forever... run? When did he start running? Why was he running? And from who? Suddenly there was a light and then a blurry scenery. A forest, the sky was peaking through the leaves, the sun making colors shine where it hit. He was looking up while on the ground though he did not understand why? Nor did he understand where he was, how did he get here? Where is here? All credit to cannonly related things of assassination classroom and hxh goes to their respective creators. Art isn't mine but the cover was edited by me.