It's not like he believes in the Hourai Elixir or born immortality.
He believes that everything has an end, somehow, and somewhere.
All he knows has met that end, and he knows he will too.
But, now that you mention it, his years are getting up there.
Throughout the forest, a nature preserve made to keep some semi-balance of greenery and sheet metal in the cold, cold chrome of everyday life, a hum sounds. It hums sweetly, punctured by a whirr or clank every once and a while, but its nothing the wildlife had not grown accustomed to; after all, it was a natural sound here. The echo would ring across the pond, through the deep wood, but never past the screen that prohibited the public from running scars through the ecosystem. It was too loud out there anyway. The being was fine with its fishing rod and little pack, it could survive on only this, so why need anything else? In its humming tune, it was simple to pick out that this being really did not need any silver plated technologies or marketed product, hovering transport or walkways based on light, expensive processors or information beamed straight into the mind. Rusted iron under rubber fake skin, both glass eyes facing the future, it hummed and clanked and whirred along, not even noticing there was a backwind.
~\(^q^)/~
He guesses that it could be more than not boring-
Nah. It would be boring. So boring. More boring than watching Milluki in his little loli game world roll around and smooch anything that has pink eyes and at least three ponytails. Hell, it would be less boring if Milluki introduced him to his harem, one by one, reciting cup sizes and ~magical abilities ooo~ for each one like he knew them by heart. Wait, he probably did. Hm. Dedication is a good trait in a husband he guesses- wait what the fuck. Why is he thinking that-that's just bizarre isn't it-Milluki can't marry and have kids with a program- ohmygollygoshnonowhecantstopthinkingaboutitewewEWWWWWWW!
"Killua? You're flushed, is something the matter?"
He then found himself staring into his mother's eyes, well, eye, well, computer thing. Maybe he could play Pong on it now that he thought about it-
"Killua! Something really is wrong isn't it!"
"No, Mom, I-" He was stopped with a shake to his shoulders by manicured hands.
"Ah Killua!~ Your coldness is intoxicating! More proof that you would be the perfect heir to the Zoldyck family business! I-"
"Mom, stop." He had had enough of this the second it started.
She gasped, then nodded, holding back tears of joy.
He huffed and returned to looking out the tinted windows of the family limousine at the artificial starlight and moping. "Where are we even going anyway?"
"We're meeting with Illumi for a tad, just a quick job, nothing you can't handle Kil." She covered her mouth with her fan, obviously ecstatic about her son actually communicating to her.
Conversation was better than boredom by just a bit, so he decided to keep the conversation train chugging. Heh. Train puns. "What's the description?"
Her lips moved behind her fan, every breath ruffling a bit of the down lining it. "A client has suspicions that her business associate has been robbing her of her stock and selling it on the VSN to make a profit. She's traced his tracks into the Finback Isle Nature Preserve, where she thinks he may be hiding stock and himself. Our job is to do the usual and make sure she retrieves her lost possessions." He thinks he sees a feather stuck on her lip gloss. He stops the laughter with another question.
"Hmm, why did she call for assassination? Isn't this more police business?"
"The 'stock' is organs from the black market, Kil."
Oh. "...Ah, I see." This might actually be less boring than it started out to seem.
The humming stopped that night. The forest was uneasy.
