A/N: This is a series of oneshots/ficlets/drabbles detailing the first times (interpret it however you like) of the hunter x hunter cast. I don't plan on a chapter limit, since it's mainly a way for me to release stress and to churn out some writing when I'm not working on Cacophony.
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Prompt title: Escape
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Build Me a Tower and Never Let It Fall
Ch. 1: (Killua)
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The jagged edges of poisonous plants brush against his ankles. They don't hurt; they've stopped hurting a long time ago when he was four and didn't double over from eating dinner anymore - but there are more important things to think about than childhood memories and scars on his body. Right now, all he needs to do now is run run run-
He keeps low to the bushes, maneuvers around the butlers he knocks unconscious and ignores the resonating shrieks that can only belong to his mom because God, that woman can scream.
He passes by Canary, who he allows himself to slow down for.
"Killua-sama," she starts, voice steady.
"I have to go," he breezes past her as his hand slams against the pressure point on her neck. He can't take any chances ( - he can't deny the way she lowered her staff- ).
Go. Killua stops looking back and runs.
He scales the stones of cliffs and skates across the pavement until he exhales with a shudder. There is an energy thrumming in the air, pulsating all the way to his bones. There is a sort of desperateness, some choking sensation telling him to move, to scream, to shout, to whisper happy birthday.
There is no systematic rhythm to his awakening senses. It's as if the sky has always been blue and the grass has always been green and the poison in his gut from breakfast is just as delicious as chocolate.
Today is just a bit different.
But Killua, for his life, cannot remember why this day is so special. He recounts what he's had for breakfast and lunch and dinner and only finds the same restlessness he's had since he woke up. There are snapshots and swirling images of onii-chan and a blurred out name. When he tries to reach for it, to hold it against his chest, he's rewarded with an eye staring into his soul and a fear that precedes the bone-deep confidence in the sharpness of his claws -
(He knows his family's up to this, always pulling the weird, voodoo magic from their asses and shoving it down his throat like it's the best thing he'll get. They think they can control him. They think they can turn him into someone who's only worth their wild eyes and bloody shirts.
He hates to say that they're right. They've been right since the time they put a plate of food in front of him and mom told him he was such a good boy for eating it.)
-Happy birthday, he hears himself say. He doesn't know why he says it so quietly, so softly, as if the person he's giving it to doesn't deserve anything less than wishful dreams and happy endings.
He stops the hot memory reel of cold dungeons and manila folders and dad's eyes and mother's overbearing attitude. When he starts the countdown on the siblings he counts four of them, excluding himself. His brain brushes against Kalluto's face and aniki's eyes and Milluki's sorry ass. When he gets to the fourth one - huh, was there a fourth?
(Onii-chan - )
The eye burns a hole through him even when he runs the whole night to the harbor. He has to get out, has to stop staying with those people.
He has to find Allu -
(Onii-chan - )
Who are you?
His mind swirls. He feels the eye slowly blink out of existence after he's done battering a post to oblivion and cursing someone (whowhowho?) to the depths of hell.
When Killua looks towards the harbor again, he can't remember why he was angry in the first place.
He digs through his memory, filters through a Hunter Exam and a ship that only comes once a year. He clings onto the image of his mother's cut-up face and the hole in his brother's side.
He feels the resolve slowly seep back into him. His family's not here, he doesn't have to worry about them finding him, he will decide how to live his life. Right.
When he steps onto the boat, smirk on his face and confidence in his claws, he can't help but feel that something's wrong. He looks around for large, blue eyes seeing him off, and when the eye comes back, Killua forgets. His paranoia is replaced with the rocking waves under his feet and the smell of salt in the air. When his brain tries to probe its way to another breakthrough, another reason, Killua just tells himself that he is alive and he will decide how to live his life.
He doesn't want to admit that he's stopped searching because of some faceless apparition he can't even put a name to. He's not afraid.
He's not.
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(It is the first time Killua runs away from home, and the rush of rebellion is stamped out by the questions he's trying to push away.)
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A/N: Do you have those days where you just squint at your writing and ask yourself "What the fuck is this shit", b/c that's been me everyday so far {0~0}/ But anyways, I've always wondered how readers/writers perceive other people's fanfics. It makes Panda-sama curious.
Oddly enough, this fic was inspired by a heart I dissected in bio a week ago. A picture of the Zoldycks popped up in my head and the rest was probably my brain high off of tea.
*This date isn't the date of Alluka's birthday. In fact, the HxH wiki doesn't have a designated birthday for her.
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