So my dumbass didn't know that crossover fics don't appear in the respective archives of the anime/manga chosen by the writer so I'm 110% sure that Hachi and Qchessy are completely unaware of the thanks I gave them in the author's note of Calling Home, which is completely fine and understandable. So I'm just gonna go ahead and give a shoutout to Hachi and Qchessy again so they can see me thanking them this time.:) Once again, Hachi and Qchessy, thank y'all very much for the kind reviews y'all left on Lightning's Aftereffect!:D I really appreciate it.:')

Note: The following fic is based on the story Always x and x Forever by Symone_Nicole. If confused by any of the references made, please give Always x and x Forever a read for clarification purposes.

"Alright, one double chocolate chip ice cream for…who again?" Canary said, tilting her head as she brought a finger up to her chin, playfully looking between Kalluto and Kai in feigned confusion.

Kai bounced up and down while waving his hand wildly in the air. "Me, momma! Me!"

"Ah, that's right!" Canary crouched down, holding the cone out for her son to take. Before he could take it, Canary's hand shot forward, purposefully streaking Kai's nose with some of the frozen treat.

"Ah! Momma!" Kai complained, pouting.

Canary giggled, using her thumb to wipe the ice cream away before finally handing the treat to the child.

"Yay!" Kai cheered, eagerly licking at the dessert.

Canary looked over at Kalluto. No words were necessary for Kalluto to understand, the assassin nodding at her.

"Come on, Kai."

Every day he'd see her in something that wasn't her butler uniform and frankly it was a little weird. He liked the white sundress she was wearing today. It really complimented her dark skin tone. She reminded him of an angel. When Canary looked back over at him, he immediately glanced away, hoping that it wasn't obvious that he'd been staring at her.

He caught a whiff of lavender when she walked by the bench he was sitting on. Her scent was another thing he was trying to get used to. Killua breathed a sigh through his nose, getting up to follow Canary down the sidewalk. He made sure there was a gap between them when he caught up to her.

"I was planning on telling you eventually," Canary said.

Killua scoffed, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Right."

Canary turned her head toward him. "I was, Killua. If not in person, then definitely by letter. But then you sought me out and…here we are."

She suddenly grabbed his wrist, making him come to a stop. He would've ripped it away had it not been for him pausing to mull over how soft her hands were. Her hand left his wrist, Canary placing something in his hand. Killua blinked down at a pair of cracked glasses. These were…Gotoh's.

"If anyone should have those, it's you."

He had to disagree with her there. Killua took her wrist this time, listening to her gasp softly. How could someone's skin be so damn soft? He set the glasses in the palm of her hand. "No, you're the one that should have these."

Canary stared at Killua with slightly parted lips. She turned her eyes downwards on to the hand still clasped around her wrist. It was only right that he do what she'd done to him. Why, if she'd done something as bold as laying a hand on Killua without permission during her days at the Zoldyck Estate, she'd have been severely punished. She supposed her bout of daringness came from finally being free from the unrelenting constrictions of her former job. His skin was as warm as his heart. Though, it never stopped being apparent that his heart had been immeasurably wounded.

Killua finally realized he was still holding on to her wrist, snatching his hand back in embarrassment.

"He really cared about you."

Killua refused to look back at her. "Yeah, I know."