Statue, sitting delicately in a dark green kimono. Sprinkles of child made flowers, scattered around his kimono with grace― all being white, as if written from the tears of clouds without the rain. Eyes closed, long flowing hair surrounded him in his own puddle as if it was his bubble. Dark brown, noticeable green tips at the ends of his hair if you made it straightened outwards, and not all wrapped like a gentle flowing stream of water around him. Tall, and big. Just as he was sitting, he reached 10 ft tall. ^ that, was the beginning of killua journey. Killuas journey to high hopes, but gons journey to love. What he didn't understand― nor know of. They pale white haired boy, incoincidentally meeting the technically black haired god of the earths.