By The Ocean

• Chapter 1 •

Quick lil' announcement, zis will be extremely AGNSTY!
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Walking out of the building, Killua's hands were stained in a crimson colour. He was walking out of a large mansion on a frigid day, the wind only helped the crimson colour dry on his hands.

"I'm gonna head to the pub." Killua mumbled, slowly putting music on his phone.

Take me to church.

Suddenly tears rolled from Killua's eyes, slowly staining his cold cheeks.

This... was his favourite song, Killua would often ask why. He didn't get an answer until later...

  7 minutes later, Killua arrives at the pub. It was 12:34 am so a lot of drunk dudes.

"Hey cutie, what can I gettcha'?" A unknown person asked as Killua took a seat. "Umm... a margarita, vodka," Killua answered.

"Mkay! I just need some ID," the blonde unknown, familiar? Person said.

Killua grabbed his ID from his pocket handing it to the familiar male, Killua being a intelligent person wore gloves so he wouldn't be caught. "WOAH! Your a guy!?" The man gasped.

"Yeah... I get that a lot." Killua said looking at his feet, this was not an unfamiliar situation.

After getting the margarita, another male with raven black hair, and round glasses to small for any humans face.

"Kurapika, I'm here to pick you up!" Another familiar? Male called yo the blonde, "Nah, sorry hun I still got a few more hours, Tonpa called sick." The blon- Kurapika said slightly disappointed.

The taller male awwed and went to the little hinged door at the side of the bar. "So, I'll-" Kurapika was cut off with the taller males voice "WE'LL, be your personal therapists for tonight!"

The blonde sighed and his eyes softened, "N-nah, I'm good, can I get a creme de cacao?" Killua asks studering a bit.

1 hour later~~~

Kurapika and leorio where gonna crack Killua open, Killua was now pretty drunk. Ready to spill some tea.

"So, why are ya here short stuff?" They both questioned, "Well it all started..."

(Real story begins now, FINALE angst warning ⚠️ )

"GET ME WATERMELON AND CHOCOLATE!" Alluka screeched, Killua thought she was a pterodactyl! His sister, was a piece of work. But Killua loved her, with all his heart. More then himself even.

  Running for his life outta the house to get his older sister her pads and food. Killua was pretty feminine, so he got misgendered, a lot.

  Killua, was often a victim in sexual assault, until the rapist and pedophiles found out he, was... well, a he?

  But thankfully that only happened twice, he thought. Finally arriving at the local SuperStore, he ran full throttle until he reached the isle of pads and tampons.

  Killua cursed and loved the fact he was so feminine, living with his older sister, meant she would be buying all the clothes, AKA he would mostly only get hand me downs. He would also be able to get stuff for Alluka without being questioned.

  But, Killua was one inch shorter than Alluka... because Alluka, decided to grow to five foot fucking eight! And the rest of the country TOWERING over him.

  Killua quickly found the brand Alluka liked then, ran over to the chocolate isle, looking at every brand of chocolate, there it was... chocorobo-kun! He skipped happily over to the shelf, only to be greeted by a hand gracing his own.

  Killua looked up to see a tall muscular male, but Killua was on his pretend period! Ain't nobody gonna steal his chocolate! Killua was getting ready to WRESTLE this guy, until. The man grabbed Killua's hand off the chocolate.

  Throwing him to the ground. Killua whimpered from the pain, it hurt being thrown into Clarence Valentine's Day chocolate.

  Killua quickly jumped back up and slapped the muscular male.

  "Urghh, you bitch!" The unknown male with visibly beautiful brown eyes, said filled with anger, "Me!? A bitch!? You just threw me across the fucking isle asshole!" Killua, was proud. He HATED confrontation, he once lived a double life as a spy for a year because of a mixup, he was to afraid to correct! He now knows many things... and is a millionaire.

  His "Name" was, agent white cat. Damn he felt bad for the real agent white cat, apparently she died on a mission trying to capture a serial killer.

  He slowly, but surely, made his way to the chocorobo and snatched it from the black haired man, he had an anxiety attack and ran to the bathroom, chocolate and pads in hand,  he passed so much he gave  up on trying to go in the male washroom.

Women in washrooms where they don't know you, are super nice! He came in breathing heavily, in two point one seconds two people were already surrounding him, asking if he was okay, and asking whether or not they needed to call security.

Killua explained what had happened and the now five women stood up and went to the customer service line, leaving Killua alone to collect his thoughts.

WHAT HAVE I JUST DONE!! Killua thought, he REALLY didn't want to cause commotion, but within fifteen minutes of being in a store. There was five strong as hell women talking to customer service yelling and throwing a fit, just for him!

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Hello, 'Tis zé author!

I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! If you were wondering why I took ALL of my stories down, I didn't somehow everything was deleted. So I'm going to re- write all my stories and update SOMETHING when I can, the one shot won't be out again for a few weeks, BUT I'm going to try my best to make sure I post one chapter of fag at every so often, as soon as I can, so hopefully this'll hold you over 'till then!

Word count: 986

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