Latest update:May 11, 2024
Summary:'It's unmistakable… The white hair, those blue eyes, the sheer power of that foreign cursed energy around him… The report was right. This boy is the child of Gojo Satoru, there is no doubt.' Stranded in a world filled with curses, Killua does whatever he can to find his way back to his sister. Even if it means manipulating the people who seem to think he's someone he's not.
Link:https://m.fanfiction.net/s/14327537/1/The-Dark-Continent
Word count:30k
Chapters:5
Chapter one: Uncanny Valley
Tokyo, Japan
There is something innately unsettling about the monsters in this place, the feeling of their aura rubs against his nen like oil when they dare to get too close.
Whatever these monstrosities are made of, feels like a stain against nature. Ranging in various sizes, grotesqueness, and seemingly number of eyes, Killua immediately decides upon first sight that he hates these monsters that seem to infest this place.
He'd thought the cinemera ants' energy had spooked him with their utter wrongness, a feeling that still haunts his subconscious to this day, but these things produce a whole different level of discomfort in him, one that he is still struggling to put an exact name to. He just knows it's nothing good.
Killua has no qualms squishing the monsters too dumb to move out of the way of his sneaker, his foot crunches them into nothing but screaming, purple goo. He wipes his sneakers off in the dirt even as the miniature monsters evaporate into nothing, the Tokyo red light district is absolutely swarming with these things.
There's a real infestation in this city, he can't turn a corner without running into a monster, and he wonders if the rest of this world is just as bad, or if Tokyo in particular was the center of all this evil.
Though he can admit not every one of the monsters looked so hideous, some looked more gross than anything, or without any distinctive features at all, not even a hint of bloodlust. Killua doesn't know what makes them different, why some are stronger than others, why some can talk and some can't, or where they come from for that matter, just that they all seem pretty weak and ugly as far as he's seen. All with a sinister aura hovering around them, as if that were the only similarity necessary for the species.
It's kind of interesting nonetheless, it seems a majority of the public are completely unaware that these monsters even exist, him having also been the majority until very recently… Until Nanika sent him here.
The remembrance makes his chest clench uncomfortably, so he shifts his gaze to stare at something else on the street, shoving the feeling out of his mind as he rubs at his chest absently.
Maybe.. It has something to do with being able to access nen? Then again, he didn't even have to use Gyo to reveal the monsters or their aura, they were already just, there. And other than the standard human aura, Killua has yet to meet anyone with any nen, unless they were suppressing it with a strong In or Zetsu.
Or maybe it was simply because he was an alien because of Nanika, maybe he was the only one who could see the monsters, with the tainted aura that's similar to nen but he refuses to think they are the same at all. What could turn nen into that? Where did you bring me, Nanika?
Getting back to his sister has been the most pressing issue to him, so the sudden existence of monsters with strange aura really didn't come as that much of a surprise to him, or deter him at all really, other than the occasional annoyance. He'd known about monsters since the day he was born after all, seeing as that he was a monster himself.
And maybe there is a part of Killua that naturally exudes that, maybe that would explain why the monsters seem so drawn to him in particular, seem to actually be searching him out in the streets like moths to a flame, kindred spirits, or whatever, only to quiver and freeze beneath his disgusted gaze as if deer caught in headlights.
It could be that it's because he's the only one that seems to be able to see them, or maybe it's because his nen is just as foreign to the monsters, too.
It's as annoying as it is intriguing, and he's pretty sure Alluka would find some of the monsters cute and try to keep some of them as pets or something stupid if she were here.
Despite already knowing the truth on some instinct, Killua had tried to sense her around his immediate area when he was teleported onto an unfamiliar pier, seconds before Illumi could plant a needle in his forehead again.
Killua had blinked at the abrupt scene shift, feeling his unblemished forehead warily as he tried to single out Alluka's specific nen signature out in the surrounding area, but there was nothing other than the faint rank of what he later found out to be monster's aura's in general.
There wasn't a trace of his sister left other than the lingering scent of where Nanika had grabbed his shirt sleeve to teleport him, her exact wish at that moment for him was unknown, and it worried him a lot more than he'd like to admit. He was alone, and as the days continue to pass, the dread continues to grow in his gut. He can't help but wonder what's taking her so long to come and get him.
He's never heard of a 'Tokyo' city before, but it's a rather prosperous civilization out of many in this place, in a country called 'Japan,' another senseless name he only remembers for the sake of it. While being extremely similar in some ways, Killua came to quickly understand that their two civilizations still fundamentally worked very differently, in more ways than one. The strange, varying currencies and languages, being prime examples. The complete void of a Hunters society, another. Every time Killua flashed his Hunter's license, he just got called a stupid kid and told to beat it.
It's a remarkably normal city otherwise, if Killua pretends he isn't an alien and there aren't monsters peeking at him curiously from the dark alleyways. It's almost similar to the feeling he had when he first arrived at Yorknew, with the skyscrapers and nifty gadgets and interesting transportation seemingly all around, and even though he hasn't been able to hear anything about Hunters or nen while prowling in the depths of Tokyo, Japan, he still lingers.
The seedy, dark corners of the red light district fester with monsters of disgusting likeness, creatures that try to cling to non-the wiser people walking by. The monsters look at him with wide-eyed fascination as he passes by, that is until he punches them and they go splat before they can even realize he's moved. Killua's had more than a few none-the wiser civilians call him a delinquent and run from him in fright as he smacks something to death just out of their view, unaware of the monster that had just been touching their breast or making their toddler cry not a moment earlier. It pisses him off.
Alluka being missing, pisses him off. His inability to do a damn thing about it, pisses him off. Almost everything about his current situation pisses him off, actually.
He sits in the same, dirty white chair he always does outside of Taikyoku when he finally makes it back, and because it's already been a week since he found himself stranded in Tokyo, he only gets a few looks for his presence as a white haired kid sitting outside of a brothel.
Killua taps his finger on his cheek absently as his chin rests on the curl on his knuckles, scanning the festivities on the street with boredom. As the sun disappears the coloured lights of the signs and establishments become brighter, the drinks pour faster, the laughter, the arguments get louder. Cops stopped patrolling this part of the city hours ago.
His choice of bordello, Taikyoku, resides in one of the more lively streets in the red light district, with it having the most brothels out of any other sector in Tokyo, the highest crime rates, blah, blah, blah.
String lights, flags, drapes in various colors and chimes hang between the markets surrounded by tall skyscrapers that ensure the area is dark even during the day. No light reaches the depths of this part in the city unless they are neon signs, and the monsters fester to the negative energy as if they're hungry for it, waiting for somebody drunk enough to stumble in their path.
While he normally wouldn't hang around a brothel for so long, the ladies were actually pretty nice and didn't mind taking care of him like a stray cat. Didn't ask too many pesky questions, either.
It doesn't hurt that Yuri-san also happens to really like chocolate, too. She's definitely his favorite at Taikyoku, and Killua has a hunch that the feeling is requited, however begrudgingly.
That was one thing he found he could at least enjoy about this place, there were so many different kinds of chocolate for him to try! He'd think he'd been teleported to heaven, if he wasn't separated from Gon and Alluka and there weren't monsters everywhere. For now, he'll just have to make do with the chocolate. Killua sighs at his thoughts, pouting. He misses his friends.
"Here, Chibi Chibi," Killua perks up at the familiar voice, sitting up straighter in the lawn chair to face Yuri-san as she tuts likes she's trying to attract a cat from across the street, and while the bit has gotten kind of old over the past week, it still kind of amuses him.
The woman blinks through a haze as she steps outside the beaded curtain that leads inside Taikyoku, face pink like she's had a couple drinks already with one of her clients as she squints down at him.
All the ladies at Taikyoku are very beautiful, the kind of women Killua's used to only seeing in the magazines, and it's interesting to see how this part of the world functions. Tokyo that is, because he's been to plenty of brothels before back home for one reason or the other, but none of those ones had monsters skittering across the ceiling like bugs.
Killua probably could have moved on by now to explore these new countries on the maps he's found, this 'America' seems to be a big deal here for some reason for example, but something keeps him wanting to stay close to the pier Nanika sent him to. He doesn't really mind sticking around to squash the monsters that try to enter this specific lounge on this specific street in the Tokyo red light district, either.
Killua noticed immediately how the ladies seem to walk straighter when the monsters aren't around, confident in a certain way, even though they don't particularly seem to notice the change themselves. Either way it makes him content enough to stick around a little while longer.
"All work and no play makes you a dull boy, Killua." Besides, Yuri-san is pretty funny. Mostly because he has no idea what she's talking about most of the time. "I made you some tuna."
"Thank you Yuri-san!" Killua hops up from the chair to follow her beckoning finger indoors. It's not very busy today, Taikyoku is definitely a more intimate type of brothel, it's subtly for the purpose of hiding the very expensive clientele Killua assumes, from the types he's seen sneaking to and fro, and the quality of the furniture inside. Not that any of them told Killua this, but he hears a lot more hanging around here then they think he does, besides, he's not an idiot.
The lighting is always dim, and almost pink inside Taikyoku, and ever since he's sort of staked his claim in the area through repetitive exterminations, monsters don't dare to show up inside it anymore. It's the first place he's found since coming here where he can actually relax, and the company isn't bad either. As troubling as it is to be away from his sister, it wasn't exactly so horrible here. Killua wasn't sure whether to feel guilty or not for feeling like that, either.
Yuri-san leads him to their room, where Asuna-san, another one of the ladies, had made him a little futon to sleep on after they had met a couple days ago in the back alley. They had patched up his bruises and broken fingers from his fight with Illumi and Kalluto without so much as a question other than if he wanted some tuna and a place to stay the night.
It was nice, far nicer than anything he felt he deserved anyhow, and at that moment he decided he liked Asuna-san, too. He kind of just kept coming back after the first night, and they continued to set up a place for him to eat.
Asuna's waiting for them inside of Yuri-san's room today too, where their dinner is set out in a little circle so they could eat together. It's become a little routine of theirs the past couple of days, sometimes Yuna-san would join them as well, if she wasn't studying. Her university exams are coming up soon, she had said. When he found out she wants to be a doctor too, just like Leorio, Killua realizes he's made three friends already in the past week.
Killua immediately sits at his place on the tatami mat, thanking them for the meal before he starts eating. Yuri-san and Asuna-san start eating too, and it's a companionable silence between the three of them, there's nothing really that needs to be said. It's a little hard for him to believe sometimes really, how quickly he was able to make some friends in this place, and he can admit that he's a little tentative of shattering the little fantasy he's been living this past week.
They probably wouldn't even look at him if they knew the truth, how he's not just some stray kid they decided to pick up and feed. He can't help but wonder what their faces would look like if he told them that he can't even remember how many people he's killed. Killua finds it hard to imagine he'll ever meet anyone like Gon again, who had barely batted an eye when he found out he was an ex-assassin.
Maybe Killua fits in around here with the monsters a lot more than he initially thought he did. There are probably a lot of people out there who thought he deserved a much worse fate.
When Asuna-san's gone back to her own room and they are both laying in their futons in the dark, Killua stares up at the twinkling lights on the ceiling and listens to the chirping crickets and hum of traffic through the cracked open window. Yuri-san owns a little black machine that reflects a skyline of stars on the ceiling, and it reminds him of the stars he saw back at Whale island.
It reminds him of much simpler times, him and Gon laying in the grass together as a shooting star flew overhead Greed Island, and he feels himself relaxing further and further into his blanket, the smell of Yuri-san's perfume in his nose lulling him to close his eyes.
"Goodnight, Killua. I'll see you tomorrow." Yuri-san whispers softly in the dark, and for the first time in a week, Killua sleeps.
Yuri-san isn't in her futon when he wakes up the next morning. The room is bright with the sun and he decides to laze in bed instead of strolling around, listlessly staring at his yoyo as he bounces it towards the ceiling. For whatever reason it is, Nanika hasn't come for him.
Killua knows she'll be fine with Illumi if that's where she is, with the rest of the family, but it still makes him sour. They hadn't had nearly enough time to explore the world together.
He'll just have to make it up to Nanika and Alluka somehow, then. Maybe he can bring them home some of his favorite chocolates he's had so-
His yoyo connects with his palm with a snap as Killua sits up abruptly, head turning towards the closed door of Yuri-san's private room. He's been lazily training his En more here and there the past week to try to expand the radius past fifty-two meters, and having had it activated since the moment he woke up, Killua immediately notices the shift as two distinctly different people then the rest step into the radius, towards the stairs of Taikyoku.
His brain wants to immediately say nen, but something is holding him back. En should make it so he can tell nen-users and non-users apart within a certain radius and any movements they make, but these two's aura's don't feel exactly like nen, either.
Killua would almost mistake the energy as pure bloodlust at a glance, and yet it still felt different than that, subdued. Whatever is up with these two, it makes them have similar auras to the monsters, and it immediately puts Killua on edge as they only walk closer.
He tracks their movement hovering at the entrance of the brothel, what must be Yuna-san greeting them at the desk, murmuring muffled through the walls. He can't help but be curious whether they can sense his En at all with their strange aura, what if it means they can see the monsters, too?
At the very least, Killua wants to get a look at them, so he can use Gyo to see what makes them in particular so special compared to everyone else he's met so far. That should also reveal any In or Zetsu they could be using to suppress their nen, too.
Killua slides the door open and immediately looks down the hall to the left, because it leads straight to the front desk. It is Yuna-san sitting there at the front, in a very pretty dark green kimono, her hair styled to show her one shoulder off as she usually prefers.
There are two tall men standing just beyond the front desk, a man with white hair and black circle shades covering his eyes is grinning at Yuna-san like she's just said something funny, the blonde haired man at his side looks like he couldn't be bothered with the whole interaction. He has glasses of his own too, but they look way more like goggles to Killua.
Killua activates Gyo , blinking at what he sees. Not much, actually. The monster aura still hovers over the two like nen would hover over any base level nen user. If there's anything more than that strange aura about them, they'd have to be suppressing it from him, like some form of Zetsu or something. But they'd have to be pretty strong, to be able to still hide it from his eyes, even using Gyo. Hmm.
As if able to immediately sense the eyes on him, a pair of black, circle sunglasses snap up to look down the hallway in Killua's direction.
Killua blinks at that, releasing Gyo as Yuna-san and the blonde man follow the white haired man's wandering attention to look at him too. Yuna-san seems to be considering something as she looks down at him, and Killua suddenly gets the feeling that they had actually been talking about him.
"Hey chibi," Yuna-san says neutrally, almost carefully so as she leans her elbow on the desk, glancing at the men out of the corner of her eyes. Killua narrows his eyes at that, glancing between the three of them with growing suspicion as he tucks his hands and yoyo in his shorts pockets. If these guys were messing with Yuna-san, he'd kill them. "This guy is saying he's your dad."
"Hah?" Killua blinks a few times more, trying to figure out whether she was messing with him or not as he looks between her and the men with incredulity. That was definitely the last thing he expected her to say. Maybe he had heard Yuna-san wrong.
"Heyo!" The white haired man smiles at him again, this time with a genuineness that surprises Killua. Because for a fleeting second, it had reminded him of Gon. Killua does a double take. "It's been a while, ne?"
Killua feels a little bit like Gon, too, as he blankly looks over the man at his familiar words, squinting his eyes when the man only continues to smile at him patiently. Killua thinks he would remember meeting someone who looked this similar to him, especially if that same moron was trying to claim to be related somehow. Did he really think Killua was that stupid?
Conflicted in his thoughts, Killua turns to Yuna-san to once again see if she's playing a prank on him or something, but she seems to have come to her own conclusions about the situation.
She purses her lips as she stares back at him, before standing from the stool and reaching out a hand to hold his shoulder carefully. The fabric on the arm of her kimono blocks his sight of the two men, and as Yuna-san carefully turns him around back in the direction of Yuri-san's room, Killua suddenly understands what she's doing.
"I'm sorry gentlemen, but we're closed." Her voice sounds colder than Killua's ever heard it and it surprises him, he looks up at her but she seems to be refusing to meet his gaze now. He strains to look around Yuna-san's side as she continues to shove him down the hallway, momentarily making eye contact with the man with the white hair again, who is distinctly not smiling anymore. His shades have slid down the bridge of his nose, and that lets Killua notice that the man has blue eyes, too.
So they did look pretty similar, whatever, didn't mean he'd believe a word he says, obviously. Killua already knows his father, unfortunately. And this guy was an idiot for thinking otherwise. Did they honestly think something like that would work?
"Ne, Yuna-san, what's wrong? Were those guys bothering you?" Killua looks up as he asks, only to freeze.
"Apologies, Yuna-san," Fast! Killua can feel a bead of sweat trickle down his temple, posture just as frozen as Yuna-san's beside him because the white haired man's hand is suddenly holding onto her elbow, an eerily blank expression on his face.
He had crossed the distance of the hallway between them in the blink of an eye, without so much as disturbing his En! Killua simply hadn't been able to react fast enough. "But I don't think we were done speaking quite yet."
Killua can feel a fine tremble in the hand clutching his shoulder, practically tasting Yuna-san's sudden fear, and Killua decides then that he doesn't mind letting Yuna-san and the others hate him, if he's forced to make that decision. Ren!
Killua can feel his nen surround him, the faint crackle of static electricity humming in the air. He won't be able to holdRen and En at the same time for very long, not as long as Gon can, but hopefully it's long enough.
Killua looks the man dead in the eyes through his sunglasses, electricity sparking across his fingertips as he can feel his bloodlust rise, turning his spiking nen around him a deep shadow like spilling ink. "Let go of her."
Looking surprised, the man is at least smart enough to listen, removing his hand from Yuna-san's arm before he loses it. In response, Killua releases Ren, smothering his bloodlust to nothing, his own form of olive branch, considering. Maybe the man hadn't even been able to feel it. The sting of his nen settles down to a barely noticeable hum on his skin.
The man stares at Killua while blinking repeatedly, as if reconsidering his next move as Yuna-san quickly steps away from him again. The other guy still standing by the desk had tensed up completely the moment Killua had activated Ren, eyeing Killua suddenly like a threat as he froze, clearly sensing something, if not his bloodlust or nen. Huh.
Killua lightly infuses his eyes with Gyo again out of curiosity, and blinks as Yuna-san pushes him a little further away from the men, looking nervous. He can hear her heartbeat thudding away in her chest like a ping-pong ball, and has to wonder what she thinks is going on right now.
The man's similar eyes are looking at Killua's intently, almost as if he could see the Gyo hovering over his eyes, see the spikes of his nen fluctuating in the air around him, as if using Gyo himself. So maybe they can use nen. A normal person wouldn't have been able to move down the hallway that fast and sneak up on him, after all.
Their monster-like aura seems to be rising along with the tension, leaking from the man and his colleague as if they were using it in Ten constantly, like Killua, however that unnatural aura of theirs looks a lot more unstable than nen does in that state. Untrained, tainted. To any other nen user, it would make the pair weird upon passing, but unassuming, which considering the man's sheer speed, probably wasn't exactly the case.
Killua feels wary around these two unlike anyone else he's met in Tokyo, Japan, so far, and he can feel his heart rate begin to pick up as more questions continue to pop up in his mind. They're strong. I can feel it.
Letting his feet dig into the floor, Killua turns around to properly face the man again despite Yuna-san's insistence, gripping the fabric of his tank top back as if to stop him from walking any closer to them. He scans his eyes over the guy's casual clothes, before meeting his eyes. Once again the man's pale face is carefully blank under his scrutiny, as he practically looks down his nose at Killua because of the height difference between them.
"What do you want, anyway?" Killua asks casually, glancing towards the blonde haired man still standing by the door, who seems content to simply watch the conversation unfold, as if annoyed by the whole ordeal.
"I want a lot of things," The white haired man smiles almost to himself, as if reminded of a joke he'd heard a long time ago as he shoves his hands in his pockets, "To find my cute son hanging around inside of a brothel? Well, not so much."
Killua raises a brow skeptically. He's really still going to go with that? This guy must really be a dumbass.
Yuna-san suddenly perks up at his side, holding his shoulder again instead of his tank-top as she turns to look over her shoulder, looking somewhat relieved. "Yuri-san!"
Yuri-san's pace walking towards them immediately picks up at Yuna-san's tone, brisk and panicked in a way that Killua has never heard from the woman before. Yuri-san practically does a double take when she notices the white haired man standing behind them though, before she looks at Killua with wide eyes, clearly surprised as she looks between the both of them again, and then again.
He can already tell the assumption she's probably making in her head and he'll give the guy's plan that much at least, they did look very similar.
"Hello..." Yuri-san finally decides to focus on the tallest in the room, the weirdo trying to claim to be his father. "Is there something I can help you with, gentlemen?"
"Ah, yes, actually, I think you might be able to." He smiles again and if the situation were any different, it might have looked as charming as he had probably meant it to be. He looks back down at Killua the next second, almost sounding admonishing. "You see, my cute little son likes to run away from home to avoid doing his schoolwork. And silly me went to the grocery store, thinking I could trust him not to do this to me, again. "
"So, you can imagine my despair when I returned back only to find an empty house. Because how can it ever be home , without my precious son? Can you understand my current dilemma now, Yuri-san?" The man wipes a tear from under his eye, momentarily bumping up his glasses as he fakes an expression of deep woes like one of those actors in a soap-opera Killua's seen on the tv before. Killua raises a brow, entirely unimpressed with the display. He's seen more believable acting in porn.
Yuri-san seems to be contemplating now however and Killua feels like sighing. This is also what happens when no one asks any questions. Would they even believe him if he said he's never met this man before in his life? It's a coin toss. He's been getting too careless clearly, and set himself up for failure because of it.
"I see," Yuri-san says after a lengthy moment and because of where she's standing, Killua can't quite see her expression. "I guess I'll have to ask you then, where you have been this whole time?"
"Looking for my son, obviously. I guess I'll have to ask you then, why you've been hiding him away here this whole time?"
Killua can feel the atmosphere shifting like a physical thing, and knows if he looked a bit harder, he would probably see the man's strange aura growing. It's feels like the weight of weak bloodlust, and even though Killua severely doubts Yuri-san or Yuna-san could feel the change in the air, they obviously felt the lingering threat of the man's sudden tone. Killua could read behind the lines anyway, and maybe…
"Wow, this is getting pretty intense..." Killua laughs a little sheepishly, pointedly, and no matter what he's tried it always sounds childish, it's something he'll just have to have to grow out of eventually. Then he'll be able to cackle like a real maniac and freak out Gon and the others.
Killua makes sure to make his expression properly embarrassed as the adults all turn to face him at once, "This is all my fault of course, so please don't fight. Say, Yuri-san, can I use your room to talk with my weirdo pops and his friend?"
"Weirdo?" The white haired man chokes out as if he had been hit in the gut, clutching at his chest.
Yuri-san purses her lips, staring at him before looking back at the white haired man, who waves at her with a cheery expression, apparently already over his devastation at being called a weirdo. The frequent jumping between emotions only confirms to Killua that the man wasn't being genuine in the slightest.
Goggles-san at his side does suddenly look a little abashed at least, like he just realized they had been almost fighting with a pair of women and a child. So they're both idiots, good to know.
"Fine." Yuri-san finally says, like she couldn't care either way as she avoids looking at him, but Killua knows that's not the truth. Yuna-san looks shocked, turning to look at Yuri-san like she's preparing to argue but a sharp look from Yuri-san silences her before she can even open her mouth.
The memory of last night, staring at the stars with Yuri-san was just one of few Killua's had since his stay at Taikyoku, the feeling of warmth that it left was something he felt like cherishing, telling himself to not forget this moment. It's been a long time since he's felt comfortable enough to sleep. They've all made the mistake of getting attached.
Oh, well, it's been nice. Killua thinks it's been worth it, and maybe he can finally do them a favor in return, now. Because staying with them here isn't realistic, and it's only a matter of time before his family finally comes to retrieve him, slaughtering anyone standing a step in their path as they go.
"Every death until you are by my side is on your hands, Kill." Stupid Illumi. As if he cared whatever that psychopath said anymore. He does miss Alluka a lot, though.
Killua needs to leave Taikyoku before he does something stupid like think he can stick around without ruining everything he touches. Killua knew how to murder long before he learned to love, and before Alluka and Gon, Killua wasn't sure he even knew what love really was.
He's grown to care for his friends in Taikyoku, Tokyo, Japan at the very least. Kind people that took him in without so much as a question and the kindest thing Killua can think to do to return the favor, is to leave.
Feeling a little disconnected, Killua gestures over his shoulder and starts walking towards Yuri-san's room, thumbing his yoyo in his pocket as his expression completely drops once out of their sight.
The men take his invitation with only a moment of hesitation, smiling sheepishly at the silent women standing stiff in the hallway and bowing slightly as they passed them to follow Killua the rest of the way down the hall. So they were fine with playing polite now? They seemed to be humoring him, they weren't picking a fight anymore at least, and it admittedly made him pretty curious about what they could want.
Killua ignores their curious stares around the room as he takes a seat at one of the placements leftover from dinner last night, looking bored. This is Yuri-san's private room, she doesn't share it with customers, but there is Killua's futon sitting on the wall across from hers, his only belonging in this city other than his clothes and yoyo's.
The light machine is sat on the floor between the futons, turned off. The sight of it now only makes Killua feel a bit melancholic.
The mirror on the wall sitting above Yuri-san's makeup table gives him a better advantage, expensive jewelry and hairpins scatter the tabletop an impromptu weapon if needed. Killua hopes he doesn't have to fight in Yuri-san's room though and possibly break anything. Makeup is as always, ridiculously expensive, no matter the location, apparently.
They don't take seats themselves, and the man with the blonde hair closes the sliding door shut behind himself. The two men seem very awkward all of a sudden, standing beside each other a few feet away from where Killua is sitting.
"Well? What do you want?" Killua breaks the stretching silence, tired of all the dancing around. They're the ones who made this awkward, Killua refuses to acknowledge any of the bullshit.
"What's your name?" The white haired man asks as he stops fidgeting, smiling slowly like he's amused by Killua's behavior.
"Boring. Next!" Killua denies, waving his hand and brushing away the idea.
Goggles-san suddenly looks very annoyed as the weirdo laughs a bit too loudly, eyes crinkling with amusement as he peers down at Killua enough again to make his glasses slip.
"Wow , you really do look like me, you even sound like me! It's kind of freaky!"
The blonde haired man seems to have finally reached his limit with the situation however as he interrupts with a heavy sigh, "Introduce yourself already, moron!"
"Ah, right," The man sobers up, smiling again at Killua, like they're old friends or something. Killua can only narrow his eyes, still waiting. "I'm Satoru Gojo, your papa. Well, at least, that's what we're thinking. Nothing a quick little DNA test can't fix up though, right? What do you think?"
"I'm thinking, I don't see why it matters whether you think we are related or not," Killua says frankly after a moment of thought, leaning his elbow on his empty dinner table and resting his cheek in his palm. Gojo's shoulders seem to twitch, eyes hidden behind his glasses. "What's in it for me, to give my DNA to a complete stranger? I don't even know you, what if you're a pervert or something?"
"Wha- I'm not a pervert!"
"He's an idiot." Killua smirks a bit as Gojo sighs, not bothering to refute the blonde man's words.
Gojo continues the next second, gaining a rather stern countenance all of a sudden which hopefully means he's finally going to get serious. "How do I say this, then?"
"There are a lot of people out there who are going to want to see you dead or worse, all because you unfortunately look a lotta like me, which again, super freaky, so, just to be clear, I'm not the weird one in this situation, it's you, my cute, little chibi clone."
Killua stares at Gojo's finger pointed at him with disinterest, "Mm. Okay, so, why should I believe you anyway?"
Gojo smirks, like he's been waiting for him to ask this particular question the whole time. The look he gives him next almost makes Killua want to stand back up, the hair on his neck standing on end. "Haven't you noticed?"
"The things that walk in the street in broad daylight right next to you?"
Killua feels himself pausing, pulse thrumming in his throat at a sudden tempo. He narrows his eyes on the man, intrigued because he thinks they might finally be getting to the point, "You mean... The monsters?"
He feels a little stupid then for calling them that suddenly, as the two men seem to look mutually shocked at what he says, then amused.
Before Killua can get annoyed at himself, Gojo says quietly, almost kindly as he seems to notice Killua's ignorance on the subject, "Yes, the monsters. But what they actually are, is curses."
"Curses?" Killua repeats skeptically, frowning, though he does sit up straighter in his seat, considering. Just as he had suspected, he isn't the only one able to see the monsters- Curses, as the man called it. There is a certain, undeniable relief to that, even if the revelation only brings up more questions than answers.
Killua feels hesitant in a way he normally doesn't, sounding his next words out with caution, "What, like, Voodoo?"
He immediately feels uneasy at the idea as he says it, at his lack of knowledge in the subject. It makes Killua think of something in particular, and he can feel himself start to sweat.
His parents had told him Alluka had been cursed once, out in The Dark Continent. That was how she got Nanika.
They told him nothing more, and it's not like he could torture the information out of them. Nanika and Alluka were just as clueless about her past as he was, and that was that.
Is that where I am, Nanika? Is this The Dark Continent?
"We never did get your name, chibi." Gojo says, pointedly ignoring his question and leaning forward. He doesn't move from his place beside his friend however, or colleague, or whatever the blonde haired man is supposed to be. "Unless your name really is chibi? Yuna-san called you chibi, didn't she, chibi?"
"Killua." Killua pauses for another moment, before rolling his eyes and tilting his head in his hand to look to the side as he tries to not let his spiraling thoughts make him panic. His tone comes out blunt and distracted, "I'm not going to give you any of my DNA. So, are we done here?"
Killua and Gon had only heard sparse rumors of The Dark Continent. A dried, unreadable parchment here and there that kept their interest piqued, but there was just never anything there. The place was wiped from the maps and to most, the place doesn't even exist.
And yet, Killua knows that the members of The Phantom Troupe come from there, just like Nanika did. Hisoka.. He's not so sure about that creep, but he wouldn't be surprised. Killua has always wondered what type of place could make people turn out like that.
Maybe, all it took was a world filled with disgusting monsters, and nobody else to see them. Who knows, really?
"Ah, unfortunately not, you see, because you don't really have a choice." Because he hasn't dropped En, Killua can feel the shift as Gojo's aura changes, there's a feeling of waiting for a quick sting of a hovering wasp just out of sight, only it never comes. This is the first time since arriving in Tokyo that Killua has actually felt threatened.
Maybe this is where the Phantom Troupe learned their insane abilities Killua muses with growing apprehension, with corrupted nen from a cursed continent.
Gojo continues on apathetically, looking at the ceiling, "I don't know how you've managed to stay hidden for so long Killua, but what I do know is that you should've stayed in that box. You're really lucky we're the first people to find you, you know."
He looks down at Killua again, though it kind of looks like he's lost in his thoughts, "I'm sure the higher ups will have heard about you by now from some source of theirs or another, and I can tell you exactly what they're going to determine about you, Killua. They'll want you to become a Jujutsu Sorcerer."
"Jujutsu.. Sorcerer?" Killua understands Jujutsu fighting techniques, but he hasn't heard of it in this context before. The word 'sorcerer' piques a certain interest in him, the same interest that makes him grab the robot shaped chocolate on the shelf instead of the other normal, square shaped brands. "Like.. Martial arts wizards?"
"Like Martial arts wizards." Gojo looks satisfied, leaning back with a grin as if he had expected Killua's reaction.
"No, it's not really like- Wizards at all, ignore him for the moment, Killua. I apologize for the late introduction, my name is Kento Nanami, and I, along with Satoru, am a Jujutsu sorcerer."
The man's serious tone compared to Gojo's is enough to gather Killua's attention, making him listen intently to what he has to say. "We use curses to exorcize curses, hem, or the monsters, as you've been calling them. Which is not what they are, technically. Again, we are not wizar-"
"Technically, bleh," Gojo draws the word up out of his chest as if he's completely exasperated, as if he's not been the most antagonistic through the entirety of this exchange, "You are such a downer, Nanamin. But he is right, they are not monsters, Killua. They are curses, and there are ways to properly get rid of them. Like, becoming a Jujutsu Sorcerer! We can help you with that."
"We?" Nanami gripes immediatly, looking at Gojo with plain annoyance. Killua glances between the two, unamused. They must be close. "He's your responsibility, remember?"
"Are you breaking up with me, Nanamin?" Nanami looks annoyed by Gojo's sudden pouting, shoving the man's shoulder to make him step out of his personal space as the man tries to pull him into a hug.
"Enough of the jokes." Nanami snaps, forefinger feeling the ridge between his goggles as if holding back a growing headache, "Hurry up and get to the point so we can all get out of here. It reeks."
Gojo laughs unbothered, seeming to have completely forgotten his earlier tension as he smiles at Killua, waving a hand through the air dismissively, "Fine, fine. It's like I said, there are ways to exorcize curses and protect yourself against them. I'm offering to take you to a place that can teach you how to use these skills, in return for a favor of my own. Of course."
Killua rolls his eyes as they finally get to the crux of this whole conversation. Blackmail it is then, whatever.
Killua finally sighs, before once again waving his hand out carelessly, because this curse stuff is pretty interesting so he'll hear them out at least, if only for Alluka, "Okay, sure, I'll think about it. What would you want in return then?"
Gojo smiles brightly at his words, gesturing at Killua with determination and two thumbs up as his glasses glint, "For you to let me earn your trust!"
Link:https://m.fanfiction.net/s/14327537/1/The-Dark-Continent