A/N: This is a rewrite of the original Drawing Parallels story I had posted. First two chapters won't be too different, just a little tweaking here and there but the new chapters are recent inspirations after writing Perfect Season (which are where the OCs are going to come in).

I still blame Razorblade Mistress for introducing me to the Nightmare of Zaoldyeck (which was the original inspiration for this fic). There is a link on my profile if you want to watch the video in full sub. I watched that thing and nearly laughed myself silly as well as having to stop numerous times for WTF moments.

Enough yabbering. I will now introduce the rarely seen (but awesome) Zeno Zoldyck and his son Silva!

Synopsis: Silva is the same age as Killua when he begins to think about leaving the assassin business. His father Zeno lets him go, in the hopes that his son will realize how different the world is from their way of life. But will Silva return once he has a taste of true freedom?

"Dad, I want to leave." I paused in the middle of eating my dinner to stare at my eldest, and only, son. He had inherited the same silvery hair as I, but I was happy to see the blue eyes of his mother looking out from his face as Silva gazed directly into my own eyes without wavering. I slowly lowered my fork, redirecting all my attention to the boy.

He was growing older, and becoming stronger by the day. Soon enough he would make a fine assassin. Then, in a couple more years, after he turns fourteen… and of course only after he marries his fiancé Kikyou, I will be more than proud to call him the heir to the Zoldyck legacy.

However, for him to say this so suddenly was a little perplexing.

"Why Silva? What is so displeasing about your life?"

"It's bo~ring. I want to see more of the world than just this mountain and what I see when I'm out doing assignments. I never get the chance to actually see anything cool."

"I digress," I told him, "You get to see many 'cool' things."

"Nah-uh! I only get to see the inside of people's houses before it's khhhk," he made a motion of slitting one's throat with his fingers, "for them and straight back here for me."

"What about the view from the airship? Surely that is 'cool'?" I rested my elbows on the heavy wooden tabletop, intertwining my fingers and leaning forward. My curiosity was the only motive I had for questioning my son on this point. He had never seemed opposed to this life before, so why now?

"Bo~ring," was Silva's immediate response. Without seeming to think about it he leaned his head back, exposing a good portion of his neck. Showing an opening such as that was not a good habit for an assassin to keep… I will need to teach him about that, later, I mused as I continued to stare at my pre-pubescent son.

After a short silence, I broke in with a chuckle.

"Hehehe… Then what would classify as 'not boring' Silva?"

"I don't know, dad… anything has to be cooler than just going out on assignments all the time." He whipped his head forward to catch my eye again, a new look having appeared. It was more determined than before. He splayed his hands on the table and used them to push his chair back with more force than was really necessary. The chair clattered against the floor as Silva stood up.

"You know what? I'm just going to leave. Screw this assassin business." He turned his back on me. "Later."

"Remember to say goodbye to your mother," I called to him as he reached the threshold of the opulent dining room. He paused to place a hand on the stone frame before shouting back over his shoulder,

"Why would I want to say goodbye to someone like her? She's annoying." This time when he walked away is steps were slower, as though he did not believe I would simply allow him to go.

I almost had to agree with my son on the point concerning his mother. Kokoru was not the easiest woman in the world to get along with, but she did make a fine assassin. At least, when she felt like putting in the effort. Many times it was simply too great of a hassle to try to make her leave her beloved daughter in order to complete a job.

When I didn't call out to my son to stop him I heard as he seemed to hesitate every few seconds, the soles of his shoes scuffing the stone floor. I felt when his presence came back to hover in the shadows of the doorway. I noted that he was concealed extremely well, visually at least but I could feel as he watched me.

Picking up my silverware once more I began to eat. I decided to simply act unaware of him and see how he responded. As several silence-filled moments passed I swallowed and reached for my glass. After taking a leisurely sip I asked no one in particular,

"Yes?" and felt as his presence faded away completely.

There was no hesitation from him this time but I had no doubts in my own mind that Silva would come back, one day. He would find the outside world just as boring as he claimed his life here to be. He would also discover, the hard way, that the world was not the black and white world we painted it to be. Out there, it was not kill or be killed like many people think - at least not in this day and age.

Living as a Zoldyck was simple. Living as a normal person was not. My son would discover that in time.

– FIFTEEN MONTHS LATER –

I was walking through the corridors of the house, idly wondering what Silva was currently up to when I noticed I was near his old bedroom and from behind the door… I was positive I felt his presence. So he has returned and was in his room. How interesting. I was curious as to when he had gotten back, I had no recollection of the butlers informing me.

Deciding it was unimportant at the moment (I could deal with them at a later date) I pushed open Silva's bedroom door to see my son sitting on his bed, his feet swinging rhythmically above the stone floor. I immediately noticed he had grown taller over the months he had been away; he would stand a good few inches above me now. I also noted that he kept his hair longer. It wasn't cut short like in the past; the ends were brushing just below his ears. It oddly suited him, I thought.

I grunted in approval when I noticed he had still kept up with his training. Silva's body had become broader, both in the shoulders and chest, while he had been wherever he had decided to go.

"How were the sights, son?" I voiced in a way that sounded as though I had seen him only a short time ago.

"They were bo~ring…" Silva tilted his head back to look at the ceiling, placing his weight more completely on his hands as he leaned away from me.

I chuckled at his lack of enthusiasm. It had not been a bad idea to let him go after all it seemed. He was no longer inclined to go off and explore, but that did not automatically mean he was willing to continue the family business.

"Find nothing of interest did you?" Silva shook his head before finally lowering his chin to look me in the eyes. The blue of his eyes had seemed to lose some of their childhood warmth, a good sign.

"I thought it would be exciting dad, but it was nothing special. More people come to our house than anywhere in the world. Going on assignments was better than trying to find something worthwhile out there." He gestured vaguely as he sighed and hopped off the bed. Brushing past me he muttered, "I better go greet mother before she comes to greet me."

"Hehehe." I laughed. His tone nearly sounded as though he would rather resume his training in poisons than greet Kokoru... Which reminded me, I would have to begin poisoning the boy's meals again…

Hopefully he had kept up in that training as well, although the alternative would also be interesting.

A/N: Fin! Please remember these are all pre-canon one shots and to not take it seriously (I will however be attempting for ICness as much as I am capable). Thank you and please stick around to read more ^^