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This story is being moved from my old account to this new one.Killua came to with a slight ringing in his ears. "Ugggghhh" He grumbled, rubbing the back of his head. "Hey kid" He blinked, then glanced up. There was a man. This man had a hat and seemed to be a detective by his clothing. "Huh?" He sat up, and the man frowned slightly. "What are you doing laying on the middle of the street in the dead of night?" Killua glanced up at the sky. Oh, moon's up. "I..." He trailed off. Wait a minute...where am I? Killua sat up, rubbing the back of his head. "I don't know how I got here, or where I am" The man frowned slightly, then held out a hand. Killua grabbed it and let himself be helped up. "What's your name?" He blinked. "Killua" The detective looking guy smiled. "Full name please"Killua opened his mouth, then paused. Why...Why can't I remember my last name?…

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Killua woke up in what he thought was a village. It looked to be far out in the country, and something almost immediately caught his eye when he sat up. It was skull. A bigass skull with horns and three eye sockets. "The fuck?" He didn't know if he should be scared, or just uneasy. The thing was long dead, but did more of them exist around here? And then he also realized. Where is Gon? Killua froze, then pushed his En out as far as he could. No no no no no no damn it! Where the hell is he? His teeth gritted together as he stood up, then he heard something. "Help!" Killua broke out of his worries and his eyes snapped in the direction of the voice.…

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Gon always said he wanted to be like Killua. He was strong, fearless, badass, amazing. But as he slashed another person's throat with his claws, Gon realized how awful his life was. Having no choice but to obey, everyone who looks at you either seeing you as a monster or a weapon. "Good work Crimson" His master rasped, in that scratchy voice of his. Gon turned, dipping his head as he felt 4 fingers rest on it. "Your my favorite of them all"…

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Killua didn't know how he'd gotten into this situation, or how to get out. All he knew, was that in order to survive he had to kill the demon in front of him. He'd been turned into a demon a few weeks ago, feeding to get stronger. He was bound by the urge to obey a voice that spoke in his head sometimes, the voice of Muzan Kibutsuji. His body had gone through one shift, one that gave him a horn on the side of his head. It was the color of his skin, and about 5 inches long. Kill.…

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It was so hard not to snap at anybody. People calling him 'useless' people calling him 'weak' but there was nothing he could do about it. He was by far the strongest person in this classroom right now, and he wasn't allowed to show it. He had to change his appearance to escape, even his personality. What was worse is that he was stuck in a hero school. He had to try to be a good guy, which he wasn't trained how to do. Killua had accepted a mysterious power for some reason, he broke his bones every time he used it. The only upside was that he could have immense power and everybody could see it. Thankfully the broken bones didn't hurt much because if his training though. "today we will be doing internships" he groaned inwardly, he would have to make a good impression on whoever he was going to. "and one more thing" he glanced up with a fake intrigued expression, he usually pretended to listen in class and instead practice ren or something. "there is hostage situation that none of the pros can deal with, they're deciding to send some of you to attempt it"…