Konnichiwa, minna!

Thank you for checking this out! I wanted to write a KilluaxOC, that's all XD
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Dedicated to me and all fans adorably adoring him XD

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Prologue

(Approximately three years ago from the Hunter Exam arc)

Loathing, aggressiveness, murderous intent- those were the only feelings I was supposed to feel. I live at the cost of others' lives. I'm an assassin, I was raised to be one, and I was to die as one.

My name is Killua Zoldyck, and I am an heir of the famous Zoldyck assassins. Like most of my folks I was immune, if not, resistant to even the most excruciating of pain. Like most of my folks I was seldom to feel compassion, mirth and joy. Most of parents implement a rule or two for their children to abide by and my parents- ruthless killers or not- created rules for me to abide by. One; I was to be an assassin, two; if given a mission, I was to perform it as I was told, and with the best of my abilities three; I was to never, ever make friends. Still as a child he feared the consequences of disobeying the orders, and he tried to abide b the so-called rules. The rules were like law, and if broken, there were punishment to equal the offense.

But in every rule there was always a time when it was disobeyed.

X

"Killua." His father's tone was firm, as it had always been. An inexplicable chill runs down the white haired boy's spine. 'Am I going to be sent out again?'

At the poorly lit room, he was sent by his father, Silva Zoldyck, in the former's annoyance of being sent out for another assignment yet again. He clearly despised the process, his father talking about killing others as nothing but a paid mission. How screwed up can life be for our dear protagonist?

His older brother, Illumi, voiced out his thoughts, "What do you want Kil to do, Father?"

"I'm giving you a new mission, my son." Silva declared. "And this is of top priority, and I'm entrusting it to you, and only you."

The white haired boy nodded in silent confirmation. He wanted, badly wanted to refuse, but he can't. As long as he's a child he has no choice but to be ordered around to kill.

As usual his father gave him the location and the target's name. Someone named Ross was someone he should kill. His father explained that they were being paid for Ross's head, but it was his request to kill his whole family as a bonus. 'Great,' Killua thought in annoyance. 'This is just great.'

X

Killua stared at the wooden floor nonchalantly, his hand dyed red and his eyes of no color. His blue orbs were fixed on the limp bodies at his feet- one a woman and the other a man. With slight disgust, he turned his back from the corpses and tried to ignore the fact that the smell of blood wafted inside the household. Looking around, he saw a shattered photo frame and touched it with his bloodstained hands.

At the photograph was a simple family picture, a blue haired woman with purple eyes, a man with black hair and green eyes- which he both killed. But something was amiss. He was frustrated at the fact that he had to kill one more person. And that person was a girl probably his age. He decided to observe her features to make it easier to identify. She had long black hair and purple eyes. Just the information he needed.

'It's a large house, all right.' The young assassin thought as he ascended a staircase, soon after he came upon a door at the middle of the corridor. He checked the last two doors, but at his dismay he found it empty. With a deep breath, he opened the third room's door.

As he stepped inside, he felt the tranquil air of the room. It was feeling different from the rest of the house- actually; it felt like the house just fifteen minutes ago. And fifteen minutes ago he broke the silence and created an air of despair.

At a bed was a girl that he guessed was alike to his age- nine years old. She had black hair, just like in the photograph. She was sleeping, and the white haired boy couldn't see her eyes, but her hair color and appearance should be enough proof that she was the girl he was supposed to kill.

She was sleeping. And Killua disliked the idea of killing someone in her sleep. But wouldn't it been easier? That way, he wouldn't be too guilty.

But still, it was someone near his age. Unlike his previous assignments, when he was sent off to kill adults with large bounties on their heads, this was different.

'What am I thinking?' he thought, his eyebrows creased in frustration. 'This should be easy; I should do it now while she's asleep.'

For once his conscience kicked in. He frowned even more. 'Why am I hesitating?' he murmured to himself. 'If I back down…'

Then, what?

Sure, there was a huge possibility that he'd be punished, but it's like he'll mind. His parents wouldn't be able to kill him, since he's a valuable heir of the family. He might receive a lecture, a beating, something he can overcome. That's no problem, right?

But surely his father would ask him what happened with his mission, so he couldn't tell a lie, because if he did, then his father would most likely notice. He will have to tell the truth. And if he told the truth, he would be asked if he killed the targets. Again, he couldn't lie, so he'll have to tell the truth. And if he did, he would be asked why he spared the girl.

And that was something he doesn't have an answer to. Maybe he should just tell them he's sick of killing and want to be a normal kid? That wouldn't happen.

The peace that once filled the room was replaced by tension on Killua's part. Slowly, he started to walk toward the slumbering girl's bedside.

'If I kill her, then I'm out of here. If I can't, I'll turn away at once.'

Step. Another step. He was getting closer to his goal. He was at her bedside. Yet reluctantly, he raised his hand to plunge his fingernails at her flesh.

'I can't.'

The next thing he remembered doing was turning away, and shutting the door, leaving the poor girl now with no family left. At least the white haired boy was happy he had spared her, even in this situation. He was happy for his 'good deed.'

Even at the cost of the little girl's happiness, he felt that he should spare her. Reasons are unknown. He just hoped she'd at least forgive him for what he had done- if they were to meet, after all. But the white haired boy wanted otherwise.

But fate was mischievous. He used a coincidence- a tragedy- three years after they were to meet again, whether Killua liked it or not. Yes, he was an assassin, a skilled one for his age. But nobody could evade fate's mischievous tricks.

At least they didn't know each other's names.

X

So what do you think? This was actually an edited version of Stargazer, -if you saw that, anyway. I instantly deleted it- The OC is same, but there are some changes. If at the original story, she has a complete family of famous Hunters, now she's an adopted girl who grew up with her aunt, uncle and cousins. I'll introduce you to Rin-chan in the next chap(if you think I should continue this anyway)

Regardless of the same OC, the story is completely different, with its similarities only that it follows the canon. Just forget Stargazer as if I never wrote it and focus on this one. For those who didn't see that, then forget I mentioned it XD

Please, please, please, review and let me know what you think!

And sorry for this really awful long author note.