Hunter X Hunter [BL]

A whole three days had passed since Jett had fainted, unaware he had survived a dangerous situation. While he had been out cold, he had no idea what happened in town afterward. Before he had fainted, he had been worried that other predators would attack him while he was vulnerable. What happens after would be a surprise for him. In the memories he had inherited, all of the townspeople had been killed; at least, it seemed that way.

Yet, while he was unconscious after one hour of silence in town, survivors started to come out after not hearing the terrifying laughter of the Gibbon anymore. Those few that had survived looked at their village with mournful faces. A few that had seen the body of the Gibbon were scared, but after seeing all their heads had been cut off, they regained their courage.

Jett's body lay on the ground, covered in blood. The townspeople simply thought of him as another victim, but not soon after they wanted to walk away, they heard a loud growling sound. The growl scared the soul out of them, thinking it was a Gibbon. When they heard a second growl, they realized it had come from the body of the boy covered in blood. The thought that the young boy was the one who killed the Gibbon never crossed their minds. They had simply thought that a hunter had come and killed them, leaving soon after, the boy just another victim that had been saved. They had come in contact with a few hunters before, many of whom had different personalities. They thought that this one hunter didn't like attention.

It was also the fear that other Gibbon would come, which didn't leave them any time to come up with any deductions. Motioning them to hurry and leave town, too scared to stay, the fear of the attack still fresh in their mind. You could say there were often beast attacks, and they were used to it. This time the beast attack wasn't like before, they had never seen or experienced anything like it. Those few that had survived decided to move to bigger cities, where it was less likely for a beast attack to happen. Their town had been too small, after all. 

On the third day, just as the sun reached its highest peak, Jett, lying on a bed, opened his eyes. His body still felt stiff, but this time, he could feel it was from just waking up and being motionless rather than that foreign feeling of not belonging to his body. Stretching his hands and torso to get his blood flowing, Jett looks around with vigilance. The place he was in was a simple room. There wasn't anything special about it, a few plants near the window and some wardrobes for clothes.

He could hear distant voices talking in a quiet tone. His clothes from before had been removed. He was now wearing simple white shorts and a white T-shirt. Having just woken up, he hadn't felt it, but as soon as his body was fully awake, a hunger he couldn't take hit him. A loud growl scapes his stomach, his body telling him how hungry he is.

"Oh, it looks like you're awake and hungry." A soft woman's voice spoke.

Jett could smell the soothing aroma of some soup, triggering a memory that did not belong to him. An elderly wrinkled woman came into Jett's view. Her hair was gray from age, and her face had an intricate outline of age that showed experience in life. When the woman came in to view, images of an elderly woman holding him, giving him candy, and cooking soup for him appeared in his head. Jett knew that those memories were not his but of the previous Jett. 

The older woman was Jett's paternal grandmother. He searched the information in his head and discovered she lived in the town with Jett's parents. However, she lives separately from Jett's home. Jett would often go to her home to play. The current Jett was surprised that she was alive. In the memories, she couldn't move all that well. Jett, aware he had stayed silent for too long, quickly answered.

"Grandmother, you, how?" Jett was aware that his question was not typical of a child. His behavior was different from the previous Jett. In his memories, Jett was brave and liked to help people. When he saw someone get bullied, he would rush to help them, showing bravery. No matter how much he was hit, he would not cry, but when returning home or being with his grandmother, he would cry out in pain and cry that it hurt. He would show under all that bravery, he was still a child. If it were the old Jett, he would cry about his parents. 

His grandmother didn't question Jett's tone or his behavior. From her view, she could see the light on Jett's usually luster eyes was gone. What remained was a deep, empty void that swallowed light. His eyes were a lifeless black that matched his pitch-black hair. She could see in his eyes the emotional damage that witnessing the death of his parents had done to him. 

"How did I stay alive?" she asked, guessing at his unsaid question.

"Ye…yeah, did the monkeys not go after you?." Jett asks.

"They did…but an old woman like me has no fear of death. When they came for me, I sat and urged them to get it over with; I guess they decided to let me go after not seeing fear in my eyes." She explains.

"Ah, is this what you told me about last time? That I shouldn't mind if someday you die…because you had already prepared yourself." Jett asked; he had seen that memory. He was taken back a bit; humanity was stubborn, and they didn't often change. Jett guessed the old lady didn't want to burden her family anymore. From his memories, Jett would frequently bring money from his parent to his grandmother. A soft, gentle smile appears on the old lady's face. 

"Yes, exactly. However, I will stay alive long enough to watch you grow up—enough of that. You have been asleep for three days; you must be starving. I made you some soup; eating solid foods is not good after not eating for so long." She said, her grandmotherly instincts taking over.

Jett silently took the soup the old grandmother had made and ate. While eating, he thought about what he needed to do, like finding information about this world and the hunter exam his previous self wanted to take. He didn't know if he had a goal yet; having no memories made him wonder what he wanted to do. 

It was a given that he would follow the training plan that his other self set for him; getting stronger was a must in any world with any power, well, if you had the power of that world. But losing his memories had made him lose his sense of purpose. Right now he was a completely new person, he didn't know his likes and dislikes. What kind of person is he? Is he the hero, the villain, or something else? Those were the questions that were going through his mind as he ate. 

"Right, Grandmother, where are we? Are we still in town?" Jett asked, wanting to know if they stayed in town, or left, it had been three days after all. 

"No, we left that town. A hunter investigated the reason for the Gibbon leaving their territory. They told us that an unidentified creature had killed most of the Gibbon. We could no longer stay there; the ecosystem was in disarray, and it was likely that more monsters could attack." She said. 

Jett found those actions reasonable, when a predator high in the food chain died, the next most potent monster would try to take over the territory of the other. They may try to expand it, and their food search may reach the town again. 

"Where are we now then?" Jett asks. 

"I came back to my childhood home, Whale Island. The house isn't large, but I should be enough for us." She said. Jett didn't mind where he lived, and his training didn't require a specific location. The soup had been great, and his stomach agreed. Heading the soup bowl over to the elderly grandmother, Jett felt a sense of guilt. This woman wasn't his grandmother, but he needed a footing. He readied himself to live in the wild by hunting, but now that he had a living relative, he didn't have to worry about accommodations and food. It was also this kind of thinking that made him feel guilty; he was taking advantage of an elder grandmother who had lost all her relatives. Shaking his head, Jett resolved himself there was no going back, and he shamelessly clung to this straw. 

"Grandmother, I will become stronger. I will also take the hunter exam." Jett declare. The old lady glances at him and walks out of the room. Jett didn't know what she was thinking, but he had to walk this path to find himself.