A/N: Wow out of season much?
I'm talentless. I know. I'm sorry… well not really.
This Christmas
Killua remembered that day as though it was recorded on video and ingrained in his mind. It was the first time he hesitated as an assassin. Five years old and his father deemed it alright to let him have multiple targets. Said targets were a small family. A mafia boss, his woman, and their two children. One being around eight and the other, an infant.
It was Christmas.
He watched them from the shadows, leaving them completely unaware of his presence. The guards of the rather small mansion had been taken out silently, so all that was left were the family, then he could leave. But something held him to his spot. Something about presents.
Killua watched as the overly jeweled woman smiled and laughed as her son, the eight year old, tore open box after box of gifts. The father, the boss, sat with a cigar in his mouth. Quietly observing, but smiling all the same.
There were toys everywhere. Along with fancy looking gadgets and enough clothes to dress a whole generation of children.
"You're the best Ma!"
Killua thought over those words. He had never said anything like that to his mother. She never gave him anything but words. She wasn't like this mother, she was cold. Just like he should be.
Enough was enough, he had to kill them.
Just as the boss tapped the small ashes from his cigar into a dark trey, Killua struck. They dropped like flies. Hands covered in blood, a mistake he could have avoided, Killua stood amongst the remains of the former family with a sense of loss. He really did want to see more of what the boy was going to open.
It was the first time Killua hesitated before killing, it was also the first Christmas he could remember.
-o-o-o-o-o-o-
"You're the best Killua!" Gon laughed out as he grabbed his best friend around the neck and pulled.
"H-hey, get off! It's nothing. Really." Killua said as he eyed the torn wrapping paper and opened box.
Inside was a set of fishing tools. He honestly had no clue as to what his friend really wanted. He was simple after all, so clothes, accessories, and other gadgets wouldn't mean much. But he knew he loved fishing and using his fishing rod, so he supposed it would be a good gift. Though the boy acted as though he just gave him a million jenni.
Gon seemed to disagree as he shook his head and, finally, pulled away.
"I really like it, and I appreciate it. Thank you Killua."
The honest look in Gon's eyes made Killua look away, his face a bit hot.
"Y-yeah whatever."
"Oh! Open your gift. I hope you like it!"
Looking over, Killua spotted the only other box in the room. It was covered in lavender wrapping paper, complete with a poorly tied bow. Killua couldn't help but smile.
Slicing it open neatly with a nail, Killua removed the paper and lifted the cover of the box to find, of all things, a decorated dagger.
Made from white and milk chocolate with other sweets on its hilt. Warmth spread its way into his heart as he smiled from ear to ear.
"Gon…"
"I know you love chocolate, so I-"
"Gon." Killua interrupted.
The darker haired boy stopped.
"Yeah? Is something wrong?"
Killua shook his head and embraced his friend in a tight hug. Hiding his face that he swore wasn't wet on behind the other's shoulder.
"Thank you."
It was his second Christmas. No dead bodies, no father hitting him because of a small mistake, and no isolation chambers. Just him, his best friend, and a small hotel in a small city.
