When I Opened My Eyes (my early childhood sped up)

"Mizuki... Mizuki..." When I opened my eyes, I came face to face with a beautiful woman. She had shimmering snowy white hair, and deep blue eyes, enchanting me once I looked in them. I blinked, breaking out of the trance of her beauty, and smiled.

I seem to have been reborn as a baby with a family... with my memories intact.

That's extremely lucky.... Unable to contain my joy, I giggled, though it came out as more of a gurgle.

It seemed that I had been reborn from my terribly boring life.

Hopefully, this life would have more adventures... I might even be in a different world, like all those fanfictions back on Earth... but it's unlikely, seeing as I have a Japanese name and the language around me is Japanese.

The woman in front of me turned around, lathering something into her skin before pulling me into her lap.

"Time to eat, Mizuki!" She said, her voice gentle and comforting.

She started to breast-fed me, and I vaguely registered that whatever she had lathered onto herself, I was eating it.

Was it poison? It tasted terrible, almost exactly like one poison I had in my previous life....

I almost choked on the milk when I realized this crazy mother was feeding me poison as my first meal.

Stay calm, I thought to myself as I strengthened my resoluteness.

Since I was reborn, I must have a purpose, right?

That's how most of the stories go, anyway.... Or wait. Do I even have to go along with the "storyline?"

Why don't I just do what I want? Since I have the same mind, I still have my amazing memory... wait, maybe it's because of my memory that I remember my past life?

I shook my head in my mental image of myself. I'm getting off topic. I'll just enjoy my life to the fullest this time... my parents don't seem poor, and there's no need to become the #1 CEO this time, either.

Come to think of it, there wasn't a need in my previous life, either....

Anyway, since I seem to have been born to people who like poisoning their kids, I'm sure I'm not born in a regular family, maybe even in a different world.

I have to gain more information.

And so, I spent the first six months of my life absorbing everything; information, language, customs, special abilities, and training.

I found out that I was in the Hunter X Hunter world, and apparently I was a Zoldyck.

I found it weird how I didn't recognize any Zoldycks around me... most stories like these, when someone is reborn as a Zoldyck, they either possess Alluka, Kalluto, or become Killua's twin.

But then, why are none of the people around me anyone who was shown in the show?

I didn't understand it, but I accepted it nevertheless.

I also learned my family's names.

My mother is named Ahma, my aunt is Hanakotoba, and my father is Ankoku. My grandmother's name is Yuki (snow), my grandfather's is Tsurugi (sword), my great-grandmother's is Chie (wisdom), and my great-grandfather's is Kane (warrior).

I knew all the meanings of the words from the time I spent studying Japanese; I'm grateful I decided to randomly pursue useless topics now that it's finally come in handy.

I also discovered I had a mysterious uncle who hadn't been seen by anyone since he'd left when he was 14.

Usually, it was hard to escape, but he was gifted and talented, so he managed just find.

His name was Kenji (strong and vigorous), but my family has basically disowned him and hadn't bothered looking for him after he disappeared completely from their radar.

I nicknamed my aunt, Hanakotoba, Hanako (and one of its meanings is "flower girl").

"Flower girl" doesn't really suit her, but it's easier to remember since I'm used to easy American names.

When I first saw her, I thought she looked like Kalluto and Illumi.

She has black eyes, seemingly dead and soulless at first, and charcoal black hair.

She maintained an expressionless face, which didn't suit her words since they were always mischievous.

She seemed to be the most playful and kind Zoldyck.

She was mischievous, friendly and communicated with me frequently. Sometimes I almost felt like she knew I could understand her; she talked to me as if I could, at least.

I liked Hanako the most, although I could never tell if Hanako was serious or not, and I wasn't sure if I would ever figure her out.

I also learned customs; my aunt often watched shows about modern life, and when pretending to sleep I watched them, learning the language and the standard of politeness.

I learned polite customs, how to be indirectly rude, modern phrases, and just the way of the world in general just from movies.

I stole the remote once and spent days pouring over the news, tv shows, sitcoms, dramas, mysteries, spy movies, and anything I could think of that I could watch.

One day, I was so immersed in the climax of a murder mystery that I didn't realize I had turned the volume up too loud, and the entire family rushed in, thinking I was getting kidnapped or assassinated.

They had all stared at me, then looked from the screen to me and back again. All of them were in fighting positions, weapons in hands and nen ready to attack.

I tilted my head, looking in curiosity. I memorized their fighting positions just in case they came in handy later, and analyzed their weapons. Since I rarely cried or made many noises unless I needed something, the adults weren't too surprised by my lack of reaction.

Even my unmovable great-grandfather had been surprised when I didn't even flinch after my father had scratched me (with his nails, drawing blood) and a single drop didn't spill from my dry eyes. My family had wanted to see if my lack of crying was because of a mental issue, or if I simply wasn't affected by anything.

The experiment didn't give too many answers, but they seemed to realize I wasn't affected with any mental illnesses and gradually accepted my strange behavior. I also saw many butlers using special techniques.

One day, I looked out the window, and had surprisingly clear and accurate eyesight. I was able to see a butler teaching his apprentice some moves to deal with intruders, much like the moves Killua learned as a child.

I mentally filed the information away for later, for when I could freely train and practice. I had long since embraced the fact that I would become an assassin.

After all, if I become extremely powerful, I would have more freedom to do what I want. I was also still deciding if I should join Killua in his adventures if I do encounter the original storyline. And I also learned that the Zoldycks really do train their children from birth.

I was already being trained to be immune to many poisons, the poisons being on the beginning level. I was also being exposed to toxic gas, sleeping chemicals, and toxins in general. No training so far required me to put much effort in; I suppose the training would be raised until I was at least 1; after all, that's common sense.

I was 3 years old before my younger brother was born. I was curious, because I hadn't had any siblings in my previous life. I was determined not to act like Illumi or Milluki; I wouldn't try to control him, hurt or abuse him, or abandon and neglect him.

I would try my best to raise him; or as good as I could when I was in the Zoldyck family, after all.

It was when I discovered my brother's name was Maha that I finally had a few questions answered.

I finally knew what generation I was born into, and I was relieved I would know some upcoming events.

As long as I was alive when it happened, I would try to participate in the storyline.

I was sure Maha didn't have any siblings in the show, so either his sibling(s) died or he was an only child.

I also decided to start training my nen; since it was best to naturally awaken nen, I should start it sooner.

It was on my 4th birthday, when Maha still wasn't one year old, when I was sent off to Heavens Arena.

I wasn't exactly expecting it, since Killua went when he was six. Although, now that I think about it, I was more talented than he was.... Before I was sent, my training has already been I increased.

Since I was the first child of this next generation, everyone pays attention to me... not that it's always a good thing. The entire family dedicates some of their time to train me, meaning I had to endure torture in electricity, needles, knifes, poisons, choking, drowning, waterboarding, and pain in general.

When I was sent to Heavens Arena, it was a relief to get a break. I decided to start my nen training there. Since I was already at a good fighting level, I was able to go straight to the 50th floor on my first fight.

I used Killua's technique, chopping my opponents on the neck.

I also occasionally pressed deadly pressure points to change my fighting style and get familiar with beating opponents with this method.

I also used this change to heighten my senses, fighting with my eyes closed when I felt confident enough.

I quickly rose to the 100th floor, where I slowly down significantly. Instead of rising to the 200th floor to fight nen masters, I instead took my time training my nen.

Before I had gone to Heavens Arena, I practiced the "Nen of the Flame." Since I could forget, I clearly remembered exactly what Wing taught Killua and Gon. I practiced the mental exercises, strengthening my will even after I got sent to Heavens Arena.

On the 100th floor, I got my own room, which was nice since it had privacy, and I awakened my nen surprisingly quickly.

I managed to awaken it simply by meditating for a few hours, and I immediately learned ten, zetsu, and gyo after trying them out. I started to maintain my ten regularly, keeping my nen surrounding me at all times.

Eventually, using ten was as normal as breathing and I maintained it easily, even during my sleep. After ten, I started practicing zetsu, which was far different. I had gotten used to the protection barrier so much I felt defenseless when zetsu was activated.

I quickly got rid of my uneasiness by training. I trained in the state of zetsu, strengthening my body much more effectively than regular training would be since I was doing it with a major disadvantage.

I increased my attack power, agility, and constantly practiced the assassin techniques I picked up when I was observing the family. After I felt confident in my skills (I had already learned rhythm echo, the fingernails technique and silent gait), I tried to master other Zoldyck techniques. Since I had knowledge of the future, why not use it?

I tried to learn non-nen Zoldyck techniques; I learned to run like Kalluto, and I increased my accuracy of throwing to the point where I could throw needles to pressure points, like Illumi.

Eventually, when I was on the 140th floor, I started to get serious with my nen. I trained the four major principles to the point where I felt I'd mastered them; by this time I'd already reached the 150th floor.

I also learned advanced nen techniques like Gyo, En, In, Shu, Ken, Ko and Ryu. Even I was surprised at how fast I learned them, and how quickly I mastered them.

I had decided to learn the advanced techniques before my hatsu, so I finally got ready to learn my nen type.

Sighing, I sat down on the floor mat in my hotel room, staring intently at the glass on the wooden table.

On the table stood a glass filled with water, with a leaf in the middle.

I pushed my nervousness aside; that could wait. I took in deep breaths to calm myself before I started to apply nen to the glass.

My eyes were wide as I watched in anticipation, excited to see what my nen type would be.

I wasn't sure myself, since my personality was all over the place. I wouldn't be surprised if I was a transmuter, but I wasn't certain.

I could fake personalities easily, and could switch them so fast and effortlessly I didn't even know which was my true self.

I vaguely remembered having lots of friends when I was a little kid in my previous life, before an incident scarred me, making me shy and unapproachable.

I was acting cold and calm in this life because since I was an assassin-in-training, I didn't want my family to give up on me or dismiss my potential from an early age.

I was uncertain as to what my nen type would be, so I waited with bated breathe as I watched the scene in front of my eyes change.

Author's Note (since it's too many characters):

I'm sorry this was rushed…. I tried to change the format to more paragraphs, but I'm not used to it so please bare with it. I'm also sorry at how I skipped many parts of this story. I didn't want to spend too much time on Mizuki's childhood, since I don't know much about the Zoldyck family's training techniques. Some of the ideas I was able to come up with from other fanfictions. I'm sorry if you don't like the format or how I'm rushing it, but after a few more chapters, when the original storyline begins, I will try to go into more detail. Also, I just wanted to say I haven't read the manga of HxH. I didn't even finish the anime- I'm midway through the Chimera Ant arc. If you have any more suggestions, like what some nen abilities for Mizuki, please feel free to write them! Thank you so much for the kind comments and suggestions!