A/N: This is set when Killua is 10-years-old. It's really... academic, I suppose, so I apologize beforehand if you feel like you're reading an essay or something. My writing style always changes based on my mood. I'm inconsistent like that (gomenasai). Anyways, this was actually Chapter 3, but I swapped it so the lyrics would go chronologically, if that makes any sense.
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Killua: Author-san doesn't own Hunter x Hunter!
purify one with nature- i have to say, it's just not enough
because purification of soul must involve love
Killua was having one of those days. The world was his enemy, and he would snap at anyone and everyone he met. Grandfather was old-fashioned, Father was mean, Mother was whiny, Illumi was bossy, Milluki was stupid, Kalluto was a bore, and Alluka wasn't even there. The others made it a point to avoid the white-haired boy as he stomped around the Zoldyck estate, kicking at the rocks on the ground and snarling curses at the trees around him.
The Zoldycks weren't entirely sure what caused Killua's bouts of destruction and profanity (seriously, ten-year-olds dropping f-bombs like there was no tomorrow was not something they saw everyday, even if they were a family of assassins and was liable to meeting- and killing- a bunch of shady people). Every single one of them had gone through internal struggles during their lifetime- all different and unique, the experience like no other.
For Killua, it was a lack of purpose. At birth, he was proclaimed a prodigy, and was thus given many privileges, unliked the heavily restricted upbringings of his brothers. This small taste of freedom Killua had left him addicted and wanting more. Boundaries were his enemy- boundaries that his father set, Illumi set. Despite being rebellious, Killua couldn't exactly rebel against the higher-ups without facing the uncomforting consequences of doing so. In short, Killua was stuck between a rock and a hard place- not an ideal situation for a boy who wanted everything to go the way he wanted.
After calming down slightly, Killua climbed up on a tree and threw stones at the wildlife nearby for target practice. He hated the way he felt inside- empty and… disgusting. He didn't understand much; all he knew was that: one- he wanted to leave this place, two- chocolate malt balls were yummy, three- assassin work gave him little satisfaction, and four- he had no friends. Canary had seemed all right until she turned him down, something that still hurt him to this day. Rejection was never fun, especially for a young boy who had little opportunity to share his feelings.
I have to leave, the boy thought. I have to leave this place.
With a long, drawn-out sigh, Killua slid down from the tree branch, landing on the cushy ground silently. He'd be "mature" for now. But he'd wait for an opening- an opening in which he could escape into the unknown world. Maybe then, away from his overbearing family and its distasteful way of life, Killua would find… a friend.
A/N: Currently listening to the 2nd opening from the 1999 version. I love it. :) I watch the 2011 version, though. For some reason, it makes me feel sad. Who knows. Sorry again for the odd formality of this installment. I rarely write like this.
Bushwah: My dear reader, your review itself is far more eloquent than this fanfic. :) Thanks, anyways. I'm glad you liked it. Edit: Share, not "vulnerize". Arigatou!
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