Recall:
I'm so proud of you, Killua.
You didn't come.
I'm so sorry.
I'm done with you.
Killua broke off his gaze and skated away. He didn't look back.
Illumi turned and watched his brother fade away. Something resembling a tear tried to form in his eyes, but he of course didn't let it.
"I missed you," he whispered. Killua didn't hear.
Illumi didn't want him to.
Illumi sat on the dungeon floor waiting for Kalluto to finish training. He was far more different than Alluka, far stronger, more stealthier, and even weirder.
Weirder, bordering on the fact he wears effeminate outfits. But then again it does run in the family after all. Who was he to blame for his brother wearing female kimonos? Oh right, his mother of course. Damn mother for being so twisted.
"You done watching me hardly break a sweat? Mother's waiting for me to try on her new Victorian gown."
Illumi merely turned his head to face the ceiling, staring at it.
"Come back for training tomorrow, same time"
Kalluto moved to the door.
"Thank you for the training"
He bowed then made his exit.
This is what Alluka should have been like.
He still blamed himself for his sister's death. Not that he could have prevented it. He was a bringer of death, an assassin if you may. He understands that very concept, if I leave you to die and you do not, then it is only your luck.
Alluka was never lucky to begin with.
Her luck to be born weak and be spoiled.
Her luck to be born into the Zaoldyeck clan.
Her luck to hate accepting her fate.
Her luck to die.
Illumi groaned and brought his hands to his face.
Taken with permission from AngelofElements, sequel to 'Younger Years'.
True, facts state that the Zaoldyeck family had 5 sons, but AngelfElements's fic had Alluto be a girl so I'm sticking with it!
Don't worry Killua will be popping out soon enough :3
Sorry for the short chappy, will update longer ones soon.