A/N: Haha. Hi. I recently noticed my lack of Disclaimers. Lol. Okay, so I don't own any of the characters. Idea, but ideas belong to nobody. So, maybe I don't own anything. Your right to judge…

Recently been creative. Wait for the lag after this, it would be crazy. Haha.

Here's a Zaoldyeck Fic. Haha. I noticed KiGaMi was a Zaoldyeck – particularly Killua – lover . Might not reach your standard, but I like fics clean, quick, crisp. Haha. Mainly morbid, I'm warning you.

And yes, advanced apologies to those who hate Killua-torture-episodes. I really, really couldn't sleep without writing this.

Creativity blast, lol.

If you squint your eyes to see, you'd be able to make out from the dead darkness a child of five, bound with heavy chains to the wall. His eyes were deep, empty and unnervingly emotionless.

If you look down, you'd see a beautiful woman with long brown tresses falling from her shoulders. She had a blue victorian-era dress with a long, finely-woven petticoat.

Such was the mother, such was the son.

The woman pressed on a tiny button, and high-voltage wires came to life. A small tear was shed as she watched her little boy get electrocuted. "Please understand this is for you, Killua," she said in a tiny, coarse voice.

The child did not make any reply but one spit of the blood that started to form in his mouth.

Such was the torture, for the child and mother.

The mother's pallid face was stained with tears. But she must endure, and so far to insure a good, well-trained heir for the Zaoldyeck clan. She half-heartedly pressed the button and watched her son jiggle with the jolting electricity.

The child, meanwhile, was sullen. He felt numb, and released no hostile aura to his mother. Anyway, she was a bit more generous than his brother when it comes to this torturing business.

Such was their consciousness.

But none made any word of that, for assassins' thoughts are better kept silent. None made word of pain, sadness, guilt, nor anger.

Not one word was shared.

But each of them, in their own, mother-child awareness, both knew why they were doing these to each other. Why they had to torture themselves, physically, emotionally, and mentally.

It was devotion to family, Zaoldyeck style.

A/N: Crap and SHORT! Haha. I just like to laugh. Anyway, I just needed to add that whenever I come across that Zaoldyeck-style line, I always here this little Naruto/Anime-sound like of drum beats. Haha. Funny.

One of those fifteen-minute-writes. Again.