Summary: Killua reflects on his wants and needs, while he thinks of the past and promises.
He stands lost in his mind wondering where he's from and where's he's been. He's long forgotten the ring of laughter, and the sound of her voice. He can't even remember the way their cat use to call out for food or how it roared when it was forced to take a bath.
Killua's memories were blank, dead for the most part. At least, that's what he believed every now and again. It was safer when he couldn't recall the past. It kept him from wanting more than what he had. More than he was allowed to get or even be given.
Still, he craved for something more. For someone more. No, that someone wasn't his sister, nor was it their cat that they had sworn to raise together until they became old. Their lives being spent on rocking chairs that stood on the front patio of some nice house they saved up for and bought together because they didn't need anyone but each other.
Oh, what a lie that was.
Killua needed someone, and it wasn't her anymore the voices said. It came in the form of a man; tall, tanned, and hair so dark it could blend with the night sky when it lacked twinkling stars. That was whom Killua needed. No, needed was too strong of a word. He didn't need that man. He wanted that man.
The man who brought a smile to his face with their stupid, silly talks about nothing, yet everything under the sun.
Love. What a powerful thing.
Was this even love?
Maybe longing was a better term to name what Killua was feeling for the man who lived just a floor above him. Killua felt his being become lost, empty and confused. A curtain of unknown feelings and emotions clouding his judgment.
What was is that he wanted? That he truly needed? A puff of air left his lips, clear blue eyes search and seeking as they stared at the streets below. Soon everything is falling, and before he knew it, his world was black. The last sound he made being that of a gasp.
Arms hold him tight; warm and comforting. Killua feels at ease, those tan fingers linked, and gently caressing him. There's a voice coming from behind, a little high, and feminine. Telling them to come in, and that dinner is ready. Quickly warning them that if they didn't enter the home fast enough it would be served to the cat.
There was something that Killua wanted; whatever it was no longer matters. He has something far more than he could ever ask for. It's a pair, and they make him happy to be alive.
A little thing for Trees&Trust, because I felt like shit and needed to express some things. This doesn't give a hint at all of how the story is really going to end. If anything, it's just a possible outcome of what could have happened.
