Psychotic Protection (Hisoka X OC)

Run

Mother, was what people labeled a Diclonus but in reality she was no different then any of those people who feared her. Mom, she was a kind woman and often refused to defend herself, only ran away. She had horns like me and what was called vectors, though I took to calling them shadow hands from time to time. If I focused I could see them. They looked just like a shadow version of my hands only they could stretch out reaching to the otherside of our small house. Father accidentally touched them several times but couldn't feel them. It was only when I made contact with him did he feel anything.

That night we packed up anything we could carry and left under the cover of night. Father vowed to keep me safe not wanting to fail my mother a second time. I was to wear a hat to hide my horns. More then often I would wear a beanie since it gave me the appearance of having a Neko hat on. I learned to fully use my shadow hands as time drew onward. I could make it appear I was levitating or have objects magically float to me. I came to accept who I was with the loving words of my father.

"How could anyone think of you and your mother as a monster? You both are kind and soft spoken woman." Father would tell me now and then. "Sometimes, it's the angels of the world that are labeled monsters by accident. One day, they'll wake up and see you for who you are and repent for their foolishness." Father was always around me, like a shadow trailing the ground I walked in the presence of the sun. He told me that this was how a protector was supposed to be. His job was to make sure my secret was safe as well as myself. Whenever someone would get suspicious he would have us move once more. Most of the time I had no clue there were people onto me when we did.

When I was eighteen I had formed two more shadow hands. Father had told me it was a sign that I was now ready to meet a protector, which I had confused to be him telling me I had already met him. His name was Felix and we quickly became friends. Father wasn't happy about my friendship with this man to say the least and grew nervous about how close I was getting to him. I, blinded by my feelings for Felix, fought against my father to defend him. I was so sure that he could be trusted and was destined to be my protector. Father constantly told me about the bond him and mother had making me wish for it as well naturally. Then one day after a particularly nasty argument I ran off and found Felix and finally told him of my secret. He took it in stride not even batting an eye at me agreeing to be my protector.

I rushed home and told my father of the great news. I didn't even get to say a word before our windows were shattering around us as Felix and an older looking man came through them. Confused I asked Felix what was going on only for him to reveal the truth. Felix's father had once been in love with my mother but she rejected him. You see, he was a murderer, a true monster so mother scorn him. She was already labeled as a monster so she didn't want to be bonded to one. She instead went with my father. This infuriated the man causing him to vow to kill my parents which he had succeeded only partially when I was eight. If it wasn't for my mom sacrificing herself so that father could run away with me we would all be dead.

Hurt, I huddled behind my father realizing how stupid I had been but it was too late. A friend of my father's came crashing in leading to an all out fight. It was during this that my father told me to run. Find a protector, one that would be a better one than what he was for me and my mother. So I ran from the house knowing deep down that those where going to be the last word my father would speak to me.

I had nothing, I had no one, I was no one. Running farther and farther away day by day, living on the streets. For two years this was all I knew but I despised it with all my heart. Then, I heard about the Hunter exams. It came to me so suddenly that it left me crying with the surge of hope. My mother, oh how I loved her, had it all wrong. She looked for a protector when she should of been making herself her own protector. She played the roll of princess in distress and looked for her knight in shinning armor. I, however, was no princess and I refused to lean on a knight. I would become my own savior! I would look after myself and myself alone! I was going to become strong enough to walk around in the town of my choice! I wasn't going to wear this stupid hat no more! I was going to become a hunter! I was going to live a good life and go on adventures! So with my new found conviction I started my journey towards the exams.