Killua scowled, ignoring the teacher that was scolding him. "What the hell were you thinking? You could've seriously injured another student!" Killua rolled his eyes. That was the point. The woman scolding him let out a frustrated sigh. "Killua, why on earth would you bring a poisonous spider to school? Killua huffed. "some douche bag said he'd squash me like a bug so I thought I'd put some in his locker" he smirked a bit. "also their venomous, not poisonous" he said. The teacher's teeth gritted. "get out you little brat!"

Killua had only one reason to go to public school, to get an actual degree. Sure he'd passed high school when he was 12, but he hadn't actually gotten a certificate for it. It wasn't official, much less legal. He was dreading school, but if he ever wanted to get a legitimate job, or go to college, he needed to get a high school diploma. So there he was, sitting in a public school, trying not to lose his mind.

"hey Killua!" Killua sighed, glancing up. "what?" he grumbled. A girl with long black hair and emerald eyes huffed. "there's this guy who claims to be the kid of some sorta rich guy" killua blinked. "so?" he'd met the girl on his first day here, she showed him around and she just sort of never left him alone. It was annoying but he'd deal with it.

"Soooo come show him who's boss! c'monnnn" Killua rolled his eyes. "why should I Mari?" Mari pouted. "come on! You usually have fun knocking people down a peg or two, in your own words I might add" she said, saying the last part with a slight grin. Killua hummed. I mean that might make things less boring. He thought. Killua stood up, stretching. "alright, where is this entitled rich kid then?"

Mari grabbed her things. "in the art room I believe, trashing on other people's artwork" Killua slipped his hands in his pockets. "Most likely because he has no talent himself" he said with a scoff. He decided to make his way over to the art room. As he walked in there was a group of teenage boys laughing and splattering paint over other people's masterpieces. What's even the point? I- he paused, looking down at a desk. He'd previously been drawing Alluka, but he'd put a cover over the canvas. However he'd left the photo as well.

He looked down at the torn and trashed photograph of his little sister, and he clenched his fist. Why..? That was the last picture I had of her.. Sure he could draw a picture, but that was the only genuine photograph he'd had left of Alluka. The said rich kid walked over. "what're you looking at?" he peered down, then scoffed. "yeah I saw that one too, she's probably adopted" then he snickered. "wait I take that back, she couldn't have been. Since nobody even wanted he-"

Killua's hand shot out and grabbed that boy's neck, locking around his throat in an iron grip. He choked, letting out a startled cry. "W-" Killua locked eyes with him and he started to tremble as Killua felt his bloodlust start to slip out. "What did you just say about my little sister?" he said, slowly, venom dripping from his words. The kid choked more, gripping at Killua's arm, trying to get him to let go. "H-Hey man I- Im sorry I d-" his voice cut off as Killua tightened his grip.

All the noise drowned out, he couldn't hear anything except for the pitiful cries of the bastard who DARED talk bad about Alluka. He felt someone grab at his arm, yell in his ear, but he didn't care. This lowlife would learn his lesson- Suddenly Killua was slapped across the face, snapping him out of his single minded anger. He heard a clear voice. "LET HIM GO! YOU'LL KILL HIM!" Killua released his grip on the pathetic human being, reigning in his fury and bloodlust.

He looked down, noticing the unconscious body at his feet. Serves him right- The teacher who'd broken up the fight roughly grabbed killua's sleeve, dragging him forcibly into the principal's office. The principal glanced up from his desk. "what seems to be the problem?" Killua crossed his arms, his face shifting into a practiced expression that gave away nothing. The teacher shot a glare at Killua. "This student nearly killed Axel Sullivan!"

The principal's eyes widened. "He what?" Killua just stood there as the principal yelled at him, something about how he could piss off a very powerful and wealthy family. Like I care. He just sat there for a while, then the principal sighed. "Your expelled, Killua" Killua wouldn't have cared, except for the fact that this was his twelfth school in the past two months. "And since no other school can handle you, we're sending you somewhere that might actually be able to. I took the liberty of sending in an application for you." Killua blinked, glancing up. "Hm?" The principal handed him a letter.

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hey shippers! yes its been a while, yes this is sudden. however i just finished binging Wednesday and i was INSPIRED to write! so enjoy this! dont worry, Darts And Knives is still being worked on, this just came out faster