Disclaimer: All original characters and storyline are the property of the author, Yoshihiro Togashi.
Chapter 1: Who the Hell are you
In the darkness a figure slipped through the room, leaving a trail of discarded clothing as he cut across the floor. Turning into the bathroom he peeled off his shirt, biting back a hiss as the fabric snagged against a particularly irritating wound. Not bothering to check his reflection against the mirror, he swiftly entered the shower and turned it on full blast, sighing as the hot water poured down his body.
That was one hell of an assignment. A couple of fires, a wild chase up and down all 70 levels of the hotel building; he even did the biggest rookie mistake - announcing his presence by accidentally fuming up the entire ballroom with smoke. He then completed the whole fiasco with a big flashy performance – crashing the target through the window, then having to cling on the window ledge to avoid falling off the building himself. Now he had a long gash down his side to prove his stupidity.
He sighed again. Sloppy. Sloppy and rusty, he chided himself, cringing at the thought of submitting that report tomorrow to father. So much for inheriting the family business.
Leaving the shower, dripping wet and not bothering to dress, he picked up his favorite chocolate flavored milk and drank directly from the carton, until a sudden movement from the corner of his eye caught his attention. Turning and finding the source of his distraction, the young man chocked on his drink and unceremoniously splattered the contents all over his favorite white rug.
A small figure perched on the arm of his couch, snickering at him with obvious amusement.
Killua swore, realized his state of undress, and stalked away to make himself slightly more proper for his female company.
She was a little thing, shorter than him by at least a head. Her hair was a shock of deep red, shoulder length and flicking up messily at the tips. Her dark eyes studied his blue ones, its amused gleam vanishing to turn more serious as she started to speak again, her voice containing traces of a foreign accent which he could not place.
"I'm here with an offer." She waved a thick envelope lazily in front of his face.
Killua ignored the envelope. Exactly who is this person, who managed to break into his apartment, lounging around as if she owned the place, expecting him to read through a thick packet of documents and agree on some offer? The more he thought about it the more annoyed he became, and the young man didn't hesitate to voice his thoughts out loud.
"Who the hell are you?"
She ignored his question.
The nerve!
Killua glared silently at her. He was getting quite offended. Normal, polite people would offer their name during a first meeting, or at least apologize for trespassing on another's privacy. Plus, no one should even know about his return, let alone where he lived. With complete casualness Killua reached to scratch his back, making sure his weapons were in place. Just in case. He didn't return to this messy business just so he could get killed.
Studying the girl more closely to observe for weapons, he caught sight of the tattoo on the inside of her left wrist – the eye of a cat – and suddenly everything clicked into place. He recalled hearing about a group known as "the eyes". Rumor has it that only one family in the underground world boasted that tattoo, and the family only had one daughter. So this girl...Killua let out a low whistle.
Ena Vamiledis. Youngest child of the renowned family who offers intelligence services to both the government and underground figures alike. A family that holds the secrets of thousands, and will not hesitate to use that information for their own benefit.
"Well, well. This is quite the unexpected visit, Vamiledis."
"Zoldyck." She acknolweged.
For all she hid it from her face, Ena was gleeful.
For one, she did enjoy the view when Killua stepped out of the shower.
Two, he recognised her by name within minutes of their meeting. For someone who has been on hiatus from the underground scene for more than five years, the fact that he knew of her was quite impressive. She grinned. This is going to be fun.
She waved the fat wad of paperwork in front of him again,
"So, interested?"
A/N: Hi, First fic posted here :) This story runs about 5 years after the Chairman election arc, the characters have aged as well and so you'll see an older version of Killua, but hopefully not too far from Canon. And rated M just in case, because at this point I'm not 100% sure where this story will take me...
with all that being said, I hope you enjoy this!