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“Give me one good reason why I should wear a dress.” A seven year old Killua asked his older brother Illumi, his arms crossed and an irritated twitch on his face. Killua had slightly feminine features and thanks to his longish hair and his girlish eyes he had been mistaken as a girl once or twice, but that still didn’t justify dressing him up as a girl.
He blamed his mother.
“Kil, we went over this. You need to infiltrate a rich boarding school for a Job.” Illumi said with an expressionless face.
“But that still doesn’t tell me why I’m posing as a girl!” Killua yelled, throwing his up in the air. He was really getting tired of Illumi and his blank eyes, plus this argument had been going on for a good hour or so.
“There was only one opening left and it was for a girl, another boy got the scholarship before we could register you.” Illumi tilted his head, “I don’t see why you’re making such a big deal out of this.”
“It’s because I don’t want to be a girl for who knows how long!” Killua squinted his eyes up at his older brother and froze. Illumi was giving him that look that made Killua feel like there was an invisible snake squeezing all the air out of his lungs, he resigned to his fate. “Ugh, fine! But when I come back there better be a new skateboard or something in my room!”
“I can’t guarantee that.”
“Arugh! Whatever, just leave so I can change and pack my bags.”
As Illumi left, Killua begrudgingly started packing his bags and the outfits his mother and Kalluto, his little brother-who spent way too much time with her in Killua’s opinion- picked out for him. He had to admit they were pretty, but most were definitely for a little girl, with frills and sparkles and everything girly. He had hoped his mother would at least have enough mercy to give him some less embarrassing clothes. That was not the case; she really did want a daughter.
He wouldn’t be wearing these for long, oh no. Killua had enough money saved to buy some decent clothes that would save a small amount of his dignity. He’d just have to tough it out a little longer until he was out of Illumi’s sight. He never really was though…
Killua rummaged through his bag and picked the first outfit his mother had set up for him, a pleated purple skit with bows on the side, and grey pullover with a kitten on it, some purple barrettes for his hair, and thigh high socks, couple with his normal shoes he really did look like a girl.
It was horrible
“No wonder I got picked for this job, no one suspects a little girl.” Killua muttered. He decided to look over his new school, York New Academy, a prestigious elementary school known for its athletic students who usually go on to be professional athletes, coaches, or Hunters. It surprisingly gave out scholarships meaning getting into the school undetected wasn’t as hard as it should have been; it also helped that it was the beginning of the school year.
“Kil, it’s time to go.” Illumi shouted in an uninterested voice. Killua looked down at the first outfit of many he was expected to wear for who knows how long. He sighed, then grabbed the already packed purple suit case and started towards his door and down the endless hallways of the Zoldyck mansion.
It was going to be a long time before he was going to forgive his family for this.
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“Aunt Mito!” A little boy whined as a red-headed woman pushed him into his room, “I don’t want to go to school!”
“Gon, this is a once in a life time chance to learn about the world around you and make friends outside the nice ladies who come here to vacation.” Aunt Mito said with a soft smile on her face, “and as much as I want you to stay here with me and Grandma, I also want what’s best for you, and that’s why you need to go to York New Academy.”
‘Besides this is the only thing Ging has done for his son in the past four years…’ Mito thought with a grimace. “Now start packing, Mister! You’re lucky you got in at all, what with the scholarship and only one opening left…” Mito trailed off as she and Gon picked up his green suit case to pack his things, which consisted of green shirts, green shorts, and of course his beloved boots.
‘He needs a change in wardrobe…’ Aunt Mito thought with a small frown. When they had finished packing and were at the door, Mito finally let a few tears slip past.
“Now, don’t forget your manors, and make lots of new friends…” She said with a wobbly smile. Gon held out his hand and pinky swore on it. Gon then grabbed his suitcase and ran off to the harbor, waving bye to Aunt Mito until he disappeared from sight.
Gon giggled as the boat swayed with the waves, and thought to what York New Academy would be like, ‘It probably is super big and has lots of people in it, with lots and lots of food!’ Gon smiled widely at that. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.