I have reached the novice level of writing! So I decided to change my description cause it sucked. _________________________________________ It's been two years after Killua's and Gon last confrontation, killua had grown alot from his journey. He was more muscular and his build was less lean, his gravity defying white hair had grown longer sweeping his shoulders now. He decided to catch wanted people as a hobby, becoming a bounty Hunter in the process.(lol) One night while in his pursuit, he came across a man who was on the verge of death in an alley. He would never really cared much about sympathy for others and would rather leave the man to die but after staying with Gon he learnt a little sympathy towards others and decided to help him. The bleeding man was mumbling words that killua couldn't actually put together, when he attempted to carry the man, he looked at killua and started mumbling words again but he could understand it fortunately. "They need you! They need a hero who can save them all from what's about to happen! Please save them young hero". Those were the last words killua heard before the man reached out to him and a blinding light overcame him and he blacked out. He found himself in a whole new world filled with heroes and villians, he could care less about this new world but he had to cope to his new environment not wanting to draw attention to himself. But he had one goal, which was to go back home and see his best friend and little sister. And done damn that was a long edit.

Gon blinked a couple times, before sitting up. "hello?" he called, examining the alleyway he had fallen in. Gon had no idea where he was but at least it was a new place to explore! He quickly got to his feet and decided to jump into the roof, almost hitting someone who looked like a homeless man? He waved, "hi! I'm Gon, who are you?" the man looked startled for some reason. "uhh, I'm eraserhead?" Gon tilted his head, "like a pencil?" the man facepalmed and then grabbed his arm. "yeah you're not where your supposed to be, come with me kid." Gon was about to follow him when a certain white haired boy came to mind. "wait! Killua said not to follow strangers" this is much like Assassins X Heroes that i made, except that gon gets to MHA first. (ps. I'm planning on making one where they both come at the same time next)

Ever since Killua was young, his mother and father didn't get along. They would yell, and fight, and yell some more. He tried his best to shield Alluka from the worst of it, but that meant that he heard every word. While he was covering her ears, he listened as they shouted insults and sweared at each other. Is this what love is? Neither of them seemed happy at all, how could the other three just ignore all this? Piggy was playing on his computer usually, Kalluto liked to draw, and Illumi was always out doing work. One day when he was ten, he was sitting on the couch trying not to listen to his parents argue when he heard a crash. "THAT'S IT! I'M DONE. GET OUT OF MY HOUSE YOU BITCH!" he flinched, only to be dragged out of his seated position by his mother. She was crying and mad. "mother?" he said quietly. She glared at his father. "I'M TAKING HIM WITH ME!" he blinked up in confusion. Take me? where? The next thing he knew, he was sitting in a one room apartment with his mother. "love is pain sweetheart, always remember that" his mother said. Killua didn't understand what she meant at the time, he just nodded. "ok mother" and he gave her a hug, she seemed sad. How long will we be staying here?

Killua has been experimented on for many years. He has seen many things a boy his age shouldn't have to. He has finally escaped from the lab that had kept him for many years. Killua thinks he has finally been free, but later events prove his theory wrong. Killua's Age: 14 Gon's Age: 15 ⚠️This Book Contains the Following:⚠️ -Fluff -BoyxBoy -Strong Language -Angst NO SMUT! BOTH BOYS ARE REALLY YOUNG! DISCLAIMER: -I DO NOW OWN HXH OR ITS CHARACTERS -THE FRONT COVER IS NOT MINE

Gon had always protected killua.. Always been on his side.. What if.. What if one day he cant. One day it all stops. Killua, stops.. One day he can't protect him anymore.. Not from other people that wasn't an issue anymore.. But from killua himself.. "KILLUA" "Killua can you hear me?.." "Killua please move..or talk" "Killua..answer me please.." Depression Self harm Abuse Eating disorder Anxiety disorder Social anxiety At least 12 more things you should be warned about I HAD PERMISSION FROM ANOTHER AUTHOR TO USE A FEW THINGS FROM THEIR BOOK!!!

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

D I S C O N T I N U E D Gon and Killua were supposed to leave greed island to find Ging when things turn around and they have no choice but to go with their gut. How are they going to flip things back to normal? Are they ever going home? Will Their adventure into a new world change things forever? Guess we will have to find out! Hey! Im re-writing this story at the moment so sit tight! You can read this one if you'd like as well but its an old one so there are a lot of writing mistakes on my part lol Update hey hey! The re-written story is called clouded thoughts! Ive worked pretty hard on it and id love for people to check it out! I do not own bnha or hxh! Or the characters in it!! I am not the best at writing yet so if you see a mistake feel free to point it out!

Story cover: TheDarkenIllusions To incur one's wrath, something drastic must be done. Or at least, that's the case for the stoic assassin Illumi, who usually pays no mind to Hisoka's antics. That was of course until he threw that damned playing card at that 'thing', causing his dear brother to jump in it's path to save 'it'. It was different for Killua though, of course the playing card still dug it's way through his chest and into his heart, but for him he jumped to save his beloved sister Alluka, and his dearest friend Gon. He only had pure intentions. He only wanted to save those closest to him. These feelings burned brighter than any he had before. Perhaps that was the reason he woke up once more, in a society filled with people whose emotions are constantly similar to the ones he had that day.

So, a story where lots of crazy things happen? Sure! This will be following Gon and Killua! They found some form of script card during their "gaming trip," which had a really vague description. Neither Gon nor Killua could make out what it meant, so they tested it out. The card appeared in the form of a piece of parchment and a feather pen. Gon barely got any of that, so he left the reading up to Killua. He skips through the page, coming towards the end and reading, "Now, name your closest friends." Due to the short space, Killua and Gon opted to write Leorio and Kurapika, hoping that this would fit and was just some silly card that nobody really cared about that just gave them something related to those people you write? The idea seemed neat to Gon, so that's what they did. The letters of their friend's names started to glow brighter and brighter by the second, almost to the point of blindness, and that's when Bisky finally noticed what was happening to the boys. They watched as the whole letter started breaking apart under the light, slightly catching fire and burning into small pieces that floated (oddly enough) upwards and against gravity. Nothing happened. Not for the next few minutes. They started to dismiss it, saying it must be something that either doesn't work unless you use something they haven't or they simply got unlucky and it's a nicer version of the dice that seems to be the death of many. Until they passed out, feeling entirely exhausted and shaken. The feeling of lightheadedness slowly overcoming them. Bisky was horrified and watched as the boy's bodies did the same as the parchment from before, simply whisking away like sparks from a fire. Little did they know, Leorio and Kurapika also fainted, their bodies disappearing out of thin air. And they all woke in a damp alley outside a bustling street, disoriented and confused.

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 😭