Hi Childrens! I hope you enjoyed last chapter, I know the kids actions were a little…uhm…violent. This chapter is also a flashback chapter, so it will be a shorter chapter. Chapter chapter chapter chapterrrrrr. Without further ado, I present to you:
Why This: Chapter 8
"Kiddos, time for lunch!" Patter called.
The kids all ran to the dining room, and Killua followed them. So far, the first day had been ok. If he could avoid fights, that would be great. Revealing his superior strength was dangerous to the mission. Actually, revealing any of his high level skills would be bad…
Well, he'd just have to be patient, and remember to act his age-even though mentally and physically, he was well beyond it.
"You really should eat. Come on now, child. You need to eat to live!"
Killua just shook his head. He had been told that he was to not accept anything from these people during his mission. If he did, it could be dishonorable to the family. After all, if he accepted anything from them, massacring them would be considered backstabbing, not assassination. Assassinations took only one thing: the target's life.
The Zoldyck's were assassins, not traitors. The family held a clean assassin reputation, one that they would up keep at all costs.
All costs…including letting their son eat nothing for 4 days.
"Killua…That's your name right?"
The child nodded his head.
"Well Killua, one thing I'll say is that not eating is a slow form of suicide. Do you really want to kill yourself?" Patter looked at him. Her words were meant to scare him into eating, but all they did was make him shake his head firmly.
Of course he didn't want to kill himself, even though some days he became so empty it made him feel he was a step away from entering depression.
"N-no, I don't want to k-kill myself…but skipping o-one meal won't cause me death."
"For some, on meal turns into two, and two turns into three, until they are no longer eating anything at all. Child, eat." Patter had no reason to think he could have a disorder, or be starving himself, but better safe than sorry.
"Mrs. Patter! Google is throwing food at me!" A kid called.
"Come on now Google…" Patter walked over to the others.
Phew. That was close. He would have to avoid meal time from now on.
The day passed, and the next came. Killua managed to avoid accepting things from the orphanage other than a bed to sleep on. The kids picked on him some, but knew that they couldn't go too far with their cruelty.
The second day was different though. Patter came into the play room, and called their attention.
"Ok kids, be on your best behavior. We have a guest today…and one of you is going to get adopted! So act right little ones!" Patter then walked to the door and opened it.
A woman with brown hair and blue eyes walked in. The smile she wore was as bright as the sun.
She observed them for a second, then whispered to Patter.
Patter nodded, and walked over to the kids. "Ok little ones, line up. You will talk privately with one by one. No pushing!"
The kids hurriedly lined up, all wearing innocent looks. Only Killua had a non-caring face.
One by one, the woman talked to them. She observed them carefully, weighing her options. She wanted to make sure she adopted the right one.
"This last one is new here. His name is Killua." Patter said to the woman.
Killua walked in, hands in his pockets, bored. He knew he wasn't going to get adopted, and he didn't want to. After all, he had a job to do, a test to finish. The mission was designed to test him, and he knew getting adopted wasn't a part of the test.
"So your name is Killua? What a unique name." The woman smiled at him.
He shrugged, about to repeat the line he said to the kid who commented about his name, but she suddenly spoke again.
"My name is Julian Freecss. You can call me Julian, or Freecss."
"Julian…what an odd name. Isn't that a boy's name?" Killua questioned unrestrainedly.
"Well, it's different from the typical Julian. It's pronounced Julie-ann." She smiled again. She liked this kid's ease towards things. She could tell he wasn't rude, just direct.
"So what kind of things do you like, Killua? Do you have a favorite color? Do you have a hobby, or hobbies?"
He shook his head. What else was he going to do, say "I like doing my job right and killing people."? He didn't have a favorite color anyways.
"There must be something you like. What about chocolate?"
That caught his attention. He shrugged, and said "I guess."
The woman smiled, shaking her head softly. Most kids liked to talk about themselves, or to show interest in stuff they liked. This kid obviously enjoyed chocolate more than just liking it. His eyes had flashed when she mentioned the sweet, and she could feel his aura change.
Using her Nen, she looked through the boys gaze. She saw his personality in its entirety, and inspected every detail. After all, she was the wife of Ging Freecss. It would be completely shocking if she couldn't use Nen.
Playfulness, obedience, emptiness. Her eyes widened. She tried harder, looking deeper into him. There had to be something else inside of the boy. Her search was fruitless though, and it was quite a surprise. Most people, of all ages, had at least four personality traits. But he…
BRINGGGG. BRINGGGG.
Her phone. It was ringing. "Excuse me" she said, and walked to the other end of the room.
"Hi Ging. I'm about to leave. Yes. I love you. Bye."
She walked to Patter. "I've made a decision."
Patter nodded. "Killua, go join the other kids."
He did so, wondering who she had chosen to adopt.
On his way though, Patter stopped him.
"Do you have anything here? If so you need to pack it. Mrs. Freecss has decided to adopt you."
"…Mrs. Freecss has decided to adopt you."
What? He must've heard wrong. Adopt him? Who would want to adopt him? Surely it was some kind of mix up, some kind of mistake.
"Did you hear what I just said, child? Go pack!"
He just stood there. He had two options: One; he could rely on dramatics and throw a tantrum so he wouldn't go. He could cry and shout that the lady was scary, or that he wanted to stay with Patter. Two; he could act indifferent and go with the woman.
"Child! Come on now, I know you're not deaf. Get going!"
He needed to make a decision, and fast. He nodded curtly, and told her. "I don't have anything."
Patter nodded, and led him to where Mrs. Freecss was waiting.
He arrived at the Freecss residence. It was on an island, so he and Julian had taken a jet to get there. "Woah" He breathed.
A house with a tree wrapped around it stood before him. It wasn't as huge as his own house, but something about the place made it feel more...home-y.
"Come on in." A man said, standing at the door. He was tall, and tan. He had messy hair that was wrapped in a turban, and a prickly, thin beard.
The woman took Killua's hand, and led him into the house. His eyes were wide as he observed the man, as well as the house.
"How'd I do?" The man whispered to Julian.
She winked at the man. "Just fine."
The man smiled. "Now for introductions. I'm Ging Freecss, and this is my wife Julian Freecss. We have two other kids. The boy is Gon, and the girl is Jolie. They're both on a camping trip with their aunt Mito though, so you won't meet them for a while. Who are you?"
"I'm Killua." Killua had relaxed his face into an impassive mask. His poker face.
"Nice to meet you Killua. I welcome you to our home, and hope that soon you may call it your home as well."
Killua nodded, and Ging frowned. He could sense the kid's maturity was much higher than a normal kid's.
"Julian… Let's talk for a minute." Ging led her away from the disturbing kid.
"Look, I think having him here is a bad idea. He doesn't seem like the crying type, so let's drop him back off at the orphanage."
"And let him wait for someone else to be nice enough to adopt him? This kid is different…and not in a normal, weird way. I have a feeling his difference will ward off others, and that's not good. He's special, I'm telling you! We need to take him in and raise him so he can use his specialness in a good way."
Ging sighed. "Jul…fine. If he tries anything funny though, we're dropping him."
Julian nodded. "I knew you'd see reason." She smiled softly.
After touring the house with its 5 rooms and (as Killua noted) 9 exits (8 windows, 1 door to the outside), Julian went to make dinner. After she left, Ging took Killua to his new room.
"Sit down. Let's have a little chat." Ging said, staring icily at him.
He sat down.
"My wife might be naive enough to believe you're not trouble, but I can see right through you. I don't know where you came from, or what your intentions are. Heed these words though: if you EVER harm my wife or kids, you'll have to answer to me. I may not seem all to threatening right now, but just you wait. If you reveal dubious intentions, I'll show you how threatening I can be. You got that kid?"
Killua nodded. Messing with this guy obviously would not be a good idea.
The day passed, and the day after Killua spent his time pretending to be normal whilst thinking of what to do and how to get out of his situation. Finally, it was Saturday. One day before the mission deadline.
"Mrs. Freecss?" Killua approached Julian in the early morning. She was looking out the window, drinking coffee in the kitchen. It needed to be just him and her, no one else. No one could see what was about to happen.
"Ah, I told you not to call me Mrs. Freecss. Call me Julian, or Mom." She replied, a sleepy smile on her face. "What are you doing up so early anyways? It's barely even sunrise."
"I wanted to go to the Cliffside and look at the sunrise with you. I-if that's ok." He played the innocent, normal child he had played all that week. He needed to keep her unaware of his real intentions, or else his plan would be foiled.
"Sure. I myself love the sunrise, actually, I love the sky in general. It's always beautiful, and rarely ever changes its pattern." She rubbed her eyes, stretched, and laced her hand through his. "Let's go then, shall we?"
They headed to the cliff, the one that overlooked the ocean. Killua sat down on the edge, and Julian did the same.
"It's so…beautiful." He breathed.
"Yeah…You know child, I-"
!
She was suddenly cut off. The child had been staring at the sky in awe, but now he stared at her with a breathtakingly beautiful smile.
"Thank you for not making my job harder." He thought to himself, as he twisted the knife he had put inside of her. She shouted, about to do a Nen attack. "This To-huh?" She found she couldn't use her Nen.
"So the poison works." He thought, as he plunged the poisoned knife deeper into her chest, piercing her heart.
She glared at him, then smiled. "Skillet Monster." She whispered. Then, she went limp
He pushed her off the cliff, disposing of the corpse. Just as he was about to head to town though, a hand gripped him. A creature of shadow. He ran, then jumped into the ocean, hoping the creature would drown or something. When he surfaced, he noticed the water was bloody. He knew whose blood it was, and the creature seemed to recognize it to. The creature slowly got off of him, and went to Julian's corpse. The corpse had fallen onto rock, and the creature wiped blood onto its hands. After doing so, it floated into her body, and didn't come out.
Killua sighed. The creature had sucked the energy out of him when he was clinging to him, and he was starting to feel the drain. He pushed her body off of the rock and into the sea to drown, getting rid of the evidence for real this time. Evidence could lead to time stamping her death, and that could lead to gauging how far away he had gotten. That would not be good, because him being tracked could mean a search team, which could lead to a confrontation in which he would be outnumbered and- ahg, it was just not good to have evidence.
At least his plan had worked in the end. Ging would wake up and be too grief stricken to process that the child was most likely the murderer. He would escape, and complete the mission once and for all.
He left Whale Island, and on Sunday, he completed his mission. The next week, the news featured a story on a massacred orphanage.
A.N.:
Lol, did you all see at the beginning how I named the kid throwing food Google? Lol. AHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THIS TOOK ALL OF MY ENERGY CHILDRENS. I seriously had to think hard on what I was writing, and I even experienced writer's block, which is SO SO SOOOOOOO rare for me. I've only had it 4 times in my life, 3 of which occurred while writing chapters for this fanfiction XD. I love you Childrens too much to stop writing though. I pushed myself to write, and this was the end product. I hope you enjoyed! I hope that you smile a lot while reading this, and I hope you smile a lot even when not reading.
Chu~
