BY @KARMALAKABANEON WATTPAD.COM

The elevator dinged, reveling a wide room for the boy, who was squished up in a corner, as everyone else shuffled out (a few glancing curiously at the said pink haired child) they were handed a round badge, then scurrying away. Once the child stepped up and grabbed his own white pin he was quick to go into an unoccupied corner.

Not long after he crossed his legs was he approached. The man was disgustingly overweight and quite frankly a little disturbing for the boy to look at. Yet Haven was not in the mood for making enemies before the test was over. So he smiled up at the man, who was completely oblivious to his annoyance.

"Hello! This must be your first Hunter Exam. I'm Toupa I've done this many times before so you can ask me questions." Reaching into a purse he pulled out an orange can before handing it to the boy, "Here ya go, a toast of our friendship."

"No thank you. I'm not supposed to take anything from strange men. You could drink it for me, that would make me feel better."

After a few desperate sounding tries the man gave up.

Ven handed it back smiling, waving as the man backed away looking quite bitter and defeated.

Haven played with the hem of his sweater while waiting, pulling out stray strands every minute or so.

'What are we waiting for anyway?

After around ninety minutes he stretched up and glanced around at the men and women (mostly hostile men) confined in the concrete room. His eyes lingering on what he guessed was an overly aroused clown and a creepy man with pins. Haven chuckled when he realized most the bloodlust was from number 44. Shooting another wary smirk his way Haven stepped into the crowed and did his best to blend in.

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Blending in, Ven realized, was a lot harder when you're a pink haired boy (who looks like a middle school kid) in an exam the may (or may not) cause your death.

Looking down at the number 53 Ven sighed and thought to himself,

'Why couldn't Father Hiron tell me that the exam was full of psychos before his death?'

Shifting away from men who looked like they would try to start talking Ven ran into (what looked to be) a boy around his age. His eyes traveled from pale (so pale) legs up to fluffy white hair and then down to blue eyes before unconsciously murmuring

"Pretty,"

He looked down at him with narrowed (but surprised) eyes before hesitantly offering a hand to help him up. Ven quickly grabbed his hand as he swiftly hauled him to his feet.

"I'm going to ignore that comment"

whoops

"Hey, I'm Killua."

Ven watched as the boy- Killua- nodded his head. He stared at him puzzled for a few seconds before snapping out of his trance and introducing himself (louder than necessary). Internally cringing, he did a pathetic use of a wave before looking at the floor which seemed less intimidating then the boy- Killua.

"So how old are you?"

"I'm twelve."

"Fourteen"

The awkward silence watered around the two children, at the moment they shared one common thing: The fact that they were ignoring the sneering and taunting coming from the fellow hunter examinees.

After a few other words, Ven and Killua (or Killy in Vens mind since Killua was such a mouth full) went separate ways. Both with the same thought:

Never again.

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After successfully avoiding each other for a few hours Ven had come to a conclusion. Why he hadn't thought of it almost a day ago was a mystery to him (although he thought being fourteen might have something to do with it.)

The conclusion was simple.

This is fucking boring.

Ven had laughed out loud, gaining unwanted attention, but an innocent laugh in a room with tension thicker than the mantel is weird.

Bored Ven twiddled his thumbs,

Bored, bored, bored

He sighed inwardly messing up his already messy head of hair.

Should I find that kid again? Nah, but I saw someone else my age come in.

Ven had no reason to go find new kid, because he was right there when he opened her eyes.

"What the...!"

Ven fell over in the least graceful way.

"Oh! Sorry I didn't mean to scare you, I just didn't think anyone else my age would be here."

No, its fine, you didn't give me a heart attack or anything

"It's fine,"

Ven smirked up amused at his own actions.

"Really, don't worry about it. My names Haven but you can call me Ven."

"Hmm, I'm Gon. Let's be friends, okay?"

He looked at the smiling boy in front of him. Ven nodded slowly, unsure of what to say.

He is much more terrifying then the other one.

Ven studied Gon's innocent posture. Killua had the posture of a killer, tense and always on guard. Gon had one of a clean slate, someone who could be ruined easily. Ven smirked,

This, Vens thoughts jumbled together, this will be fun.

Words: 833

Published: 10/19/16

Edited: 10/25/16

I finally published a part! yay now I can slave over my laptop writing the next chapter!