AN: This will be a short story so it will have around five chapters. I hope you Killua fans will enjoy this story a lot! Please R&R! :D
"Bye, guys," Killua said in Norwegian disappointedly to his two closest friends Bard and Vegard.
They were very clever brothers who had a strong love for humor so they constantly dreamed of hosting their own late night talk show. Bard was the younger of the duo and had dirty blonde hair reaching shoulders. Vegard was the older brother and had dark curly hair.
"Goodbye, Killua," the brothers replied and started to tear up.
"Thank you for your kindness, Killua!" Bard exclaimed as he embraced his lovable friend. Vegard followed suite.
"Please tell us about America when you can!" Vegard added.
"That's a promise," Killua grinned.
XxXxX
"Are we all ready to go?" Silva, Killua's father, asked his entire family.
Silva looked intimidating to people who were as tiny as ants. He was extremely hunky and muscular for a man in his mid-50s. Killua inherited his Norwegian appearance from him: cat-like sapphire eyes, very bright skin, and silver hair. His silver/blonde hair was long so it was kept in a ponytail. Despite Silva's fearful looks, he had a gentle and welcoming demeanor. When it came to his five kids, he loved to be playful and childish. He would give them nuzzles on the head with his knuckles and punched them in the arm.
"Yes, we are, honey!" Kikyo answered excitedly. Behind her were their kids carrying their luggage and showing deep frowns. Except Alluka.
His wife Kikyo was of Japanese descent but she learned how to speak English fluently. She was a woman in her 40s that kept her hair in a nice and neat bun and had a long, thin face as pale as her husband's. Her narrow eyes were very dark, showing barely any sign of liveliness. They were also beautiful because they had naturally long eyelashes. Three of her sons, Illumi, Milluki, and Kalluto, and her only daughter, Alluka, took their appearance after her's.
"Do we have to leave this place?" Killua asked in a concerned tone. "Look at our house. It's already beautiful! What's the point of moving out?"
"Kil," Silva's eyes looked at his in a serious manner and placed his hand on his shoulder. "The world is not easy to understand sometimes. In our case, it will be complicated for your mother and I to elaborate on why we need to move."
"Job issues, maybe?" Killua guessed.
"You're on the right track, son," Silva patted him on the head. "When you're older, you'll understand better."
"Alright, dad," Killua grinned a bit.
XxXxX
"Plane A will be leaving for New York City in two minutes," an announcer said. "Two more minutes to board the plane. Thank you."
"Better to be early than on time," Silva advised. "We don't want Grandpa Zeno to waste his hours waiting."
"Yes, father," Illumi and Milluki, Killua's older brothers, replied.
XxXxX
Three hours later, Killua had been awakened by one of his younger siblings.
"Big brother, wake up!" Alluka shouted. "We're almost there!"
Killua slowly opened his eyes and saw her.
"Oh, hey, Alluka," Killua smiled at the girl that he was indeed extremely close to.
"Hi, big brother!" Alluka smiled back.
Since Killua was seated right next to the windows, he looked out there and saw an overview of their current location. As he viewed thoroughly, he spotted a famous American symbol. His eyes widened greatly as he noticed the Statue of Liberty thousands of feet below him.
"So this is really the land of the free and the home of the brave..." Killua muttered to himself.