Chapter 9: Red Swallows x Will x Fly

"Again. Again. Again." Elodea said, while jumping up and down. His coal, black hair was cropped short and fell to the sides of his head, flat. Excitement resonated from his wide purple eyes, anticipating what his father would do next, for what he knew his father would do next. Hopefully for the tenth time in a row.

Killua sighed, "Just one more time, got it?" This wasn't the first time Killua said this to his bobbing son, Elodea. He also said this several moments before, but Elodea begged for another round after each time. He was spoiling his child rotten.

"Yep!" Elodea smiled a grand smile. Killua couldn't say no to that.

Killua rented an apartment in Swaldani City, near the Hunter Association Headquarters. The apartment flat, he and Elodea have been living in for several months now, was small to say the least. Although, it was located in a good part of the neighborhood, so Killua wasn't complaining at all. Elodea wasn't at all complaining about the long hallway that connected the bedrooms to the living room. He'd constantly run up and down, up and down, up and down, and Killua thought his son was running on a fully charged battery, since Elodea hasn't shown any sign of slowing down or sluggishness.

Since Killua is a contract hunter, much to his dismay, he works on miscellaneous jobs enlisted by corporations or independent clients. On the plus side, he can spend more time with his son. Recently, a wealthy business man contacted the Hunter Association and specifically requested Killua Zoldyck for the job. Although the details weren't specified as to what job was per say. An appointment was scheduled for tonight at 7:00 PM at the Red Swallow Restaurant to further discuss those design details.

Killua was sitting down on the wooden floor, cross-legged. He looked to his side to see a mirror that touched the top of the ceiling and stood on the bottom of the ground, surrounded by a white frame. It was also embedded into the wall. Even if he liked the mirror, which he didn't, he couldn't take it out of the wall. He thought it was an odd place to hold the decoration.

Elodea ran up the hallway to Killua, playfully tapped him on the shoulder. Before Killua could grab him, Elodea ran back to the end of the hallway, giggling. Until Elodea ran back up to Killua, once again. Surprised with every turn to see his father on the other side of the hallway, it was only one way.

"That's the thing about daddies, you can never escape from me." He smiled then grabbed Elodea into a hug and mimicked the sound of a car engine, sending light pulses of electricity to his son. Only enough to tickle and make Elodea's flat hair to unnaturally stand up in the air, puffed out. Elodea looked at himself in the mirror with his crazy hair-do and was laughing hysterically.

Suddenly, the doorbell buzzed. Killua turned his head to the door and stood up from his comfy spot on the wooden floor. "That's the babysitter." He looked at his son and narrowed his eyes. "Promise me you'll be a good boy and not terrorize the sitter."

Elodea angelically nodded.

"I can tell when you're lying. C'mon, let's go." Killua smirked then reached out his hand towards Elodea, instead Elodea fell down towards the ground, clung to Killua's leg, and sat on his foot. Killua walked the rest of the way to the front door with a toddler clinging to his leg, Elodea was enjoying the ride. When he opened the door to see the girl he hired from the babysitting agency. She had blonde hair that fell down to her shoulders with a pink rhinestone headband on top of her head. She was also fashioning a denim jacket with bedazzled icons on it, like hearts, butterflies, and smiley faces. He recognized her from her profile picture on the babysitting website. Although, she was a little more perky in real life. He wanted to gawk.

Killua and Elodea, mostly on Elodea's part, became quite a legend at the babysitting agency. No one wanted to watch the kid. It was hard to find one person that hasn't quit on him or refused to take care of the mischievous child from overly exaggerated rumors. This blonde girl was probably new to the agency. She smiled at Elodea and waved. She has no clue.

"State your name and business," said Killua, sternly.

The girl saluted with her right hand towards her forehead. "Good evening Mr. Zoldyck. My name is Kate Newhill, a babysitter from Pacifier Babysitting Agency. You requested a sitter to watch your son while you go out this evening, starting at seven maybe extending into eleven, depending on how the evening goes. Correct?"

"That is correct. How long have you been working for the agency?" Killua quirked up an eyebrow. He can't have someone quit on him now. Elodea was playfully tugging on Killua's canvas pants.

"I was just recently hired by said Agency, but I assure you that I have been babysitting for my siblings and neighbor's kids for years, ever since freshman year of high school. Do you need to see my resume as evidence for my qualifications?" She reached into her bag, which was also bedazzled with more crazy images and faces of boy bands plastered onto the bag.

Killua held up his hand. "That won't be necessary."

Kate bent down low to the toddler's eye level, "Hi, what's your name?"

"Elodea." He said sweetly, hiding behind his dad's leg.

The sitter was escorted into the apartment, she placed her sparkling bag on top of the sofa. Those eyes from the boyband members were relentlessly staring him down, Killua turned away then clapped his hands once, "I really appreciate you being here Kate, I don't know when I'll be back, hopefully no more than eleven, but expect me to call within the next two hours."

"Yes, sir." Kate saluted once more. Elodea clumsily mimicked her salutes.

"See you soon," He bent down and kissed Elodea on the head. Elodea giggled a 'bye-bye' to his father. Killua walked halfway out the door, until he turned back and looked at Kate, "Put him to bed by eight and make sure he brushes his teeth, he won't unless you squeeze the tooth paste out for him."

"Okay, anything else?"

"He really likes to play hide and go seek," Killua twirled his wrist in the air, "it's a good way for things to remain….tranquil."

"Tranquil?" She muttered.

Killua shut the door behind him, purposefully, before he could give an answer to the confused sitter. He couldn't have the sitter back out now this late at night, especially since she's the only one from the agency that willingly accepted the job. Ignorance is bliss, he thought, for now.

Kate, who planned out a fun night full of educational activities and nutritious snacks, only to turn around to see the toddler standing on top of a wheelie chair reaching for the clock on top of the fire place mantel. She hurriedly ran to the tot and picked him off of the chair, and the clock came crashing down to the ground. Good thing it was only made of plastic and not glass. Only a piece of the plastic chipped off and the clock was still ticking.

"Uh-ho," squealed Elodea.

The plastic clock would be the least of her troubles tonight.


"Good evening."

The glass doors opened for Killua as he walked into the restaurant with his hands tucked into his pockets. Servers ushered him into the dully lit room. The Red Swallow Restaurant was more put together than he imagined. The carpet was a deep blood red with precisely detailed textile designs that swirled into different shades of red then into black. The walls were a made of brick, but artistically crafted that gave it a bohemian look.

A server offered to take his coat, Killua complied. He was escorted to the Head Server at the front of the dining room. The server was round and his uniform bulged at this waist and his mustache curled upright. When the man smiled his mouth in a curved line, it looked like he was smiling with two mouths. Creepy, but Killua remain undisturbed.

"Good evening Sir, The Red Swallow is most gracious for your arrival. With whom are you dining with this evening?" The server opened up his book, flipping through pages packed from morning until night of reservations.

"A reservation with Robert Fleshbourne."

"Mr. Robert Flesh…." He looked through the scribbles of names and times on the book then pointed to the spot with his pen, "Ah, yes, with Mr. Fleshbourne. These servers will escort you to him immediately. He has been expecting you." The man said, a little too enthusiastically.

Killua wasn't surprised that he wouldn't be meeting the man in the main dining room, the open room with so many listening ears. Ones that can easily eavesdrop on a conversation, even if it is by accident. The servers escorted him to the bar on the lower level of the restaurant, but it wouldn't be even here where Killua would be meeting the man. They passed the bar with rows of colorful and misshaped bottles then walked past the lounge with plush chairs and bookcases.

The server stopped in front of a bookcase, stacked with torn, old, and rustic looking books that have seen better days. He pulled on a red book with a thick cloth binding. He pulled it halfway through the case, then the door slowly opened. Revealing a secret room behind the bookcase.

The server bowed towards Killua, "We hope you enjoy your stay at the Red Swallow."

Killua nodded without looking at the man then entered the room, nonchalantly. His eyes fixed unto the center of the room. Meetings such as these had information that was meant to stay discrete, perfect for these sorts of locations. The bookcase closed tight, with a click, it locked behind him.

Locking him in with Mr. Robert Fleshbourne.


"OMG, Where did he go?!" Kate said, fumbling and searching between the sofa and chairs, and table. Elodea was right behind her a second ago. After she laid out some freshly chopped carrots in the shape of stars with a ranch dressing sauce for the toddler to enjoy snacking on while listening to nursery rhymes, he was nowhere to be seen!

Suddenly, she heard a squeal of laughter coming from the kitchen. She ran to the room, and her mouth opened wide at the little toddler who was smearing ketchup all over the kitchen table. (In his defense, he was expressing his creativity and making food art.)

"Oh, no, no, no, don't do that!" she grabbed a roll of paper towels than started wiping off the table. Elodea backed away as she cleaned up his ketchup masterpiece. He licked off some of the sugary ketchup what was left on his fingers. After she finished with the table, she brought Elodea back to the sofa with the carrots and ranch dressing. She let out a breath, and convinced herself that the worst was over. "Do you want an organic juice box with your snack?" She sweetly asked Elodea.

"Yes!"

She left, oh how she shouldn't have left, the room with the animated toddler residing in it. Elodea picked up one of the star shaped carrots then bit into it, only to give a squeamish looking expression in the response to the raw vegetable. He set the carrot down then picked up the little container containing the ranch dressing. He looked over the room, to see the sparkling bag laying helplessly on the sofa.

A smile puckered on his lips.

When Kate walked back into the room holding in her hand an organic grape juice box. She didn't see the toddler sitting on the sofa eating his vegetables. He was standing in front of her bag, holding something in his hand, and his arm was moving up and down.

"Elodea, what are you doing?" She set down the box of juice next to the carrots and noticed that the container of ranch dressing was missing. Anxiousness rose in her body, but she decided that it wouldn't get the best of her. Until she closely looked at what the child was doing. Her jaw dropped.

Elodea was spreading the white gooey sauce on her bag, especially on the pictures of the boy band members. Kate rushed over to save what was left of her bag. She frowned, those stains would be very hard to remove. Plus, the picture of her favorite hotty from her all-time favorite boy band, Only Direction, was completely ruined. She fought back her tears then slowly turned her head towards the toddler. He was sitting down on the sofa and sipping his juice box, quietly.

Kate feared what would happen when the juice box contents emptied.


Fleshbourne stood up from his seat. He was wearing a red and black vertically striped suit, that made him look taller then he actually was. His honey brown hair was parted to the side. He outreached his hand to Killua's. "Thank you joining me this evening Mr. Zoldyck. You must be a very busy man."

"The pleasure is mine." Killua shook the man's hand out of politeness. Only out of politeness. The look in Fleshbourne's eyes reminded him of a piranha scoping out its prey. Already in reach, eyeing its dinner struggling for help at the surface of the water.

"Please have a seat," Fleshbourne gestured to the mahogany chair. He snapped his finger towards a server that was standing at the far side of the room, out of the way and waiting to be of service. The server came up towards Killua and poured him a glass of wine, then refilled Fleshbourne's glass with the deep red liquid. "It must have been difficult to fit a time with me considering your line of work, I'm grateful we could have this meeting together." He raised his glass in the air then drank its contents.

"The Hunter Association said you requested me specifically. I'm flattered, but I'd like to know why."

"Word gets around." He took a gulp of his wine, now the glass was nearing half empty. "I can tell that you are a modest man. You shouldn't be, but who am I to question the success from one man to another. It's been working for you, tremendously. Cheers." He raised his glass up again.

"I am who I am, and there's nothing I can change about it."

"Then you are blessed."

Killua shrugged and crossed his legs, "Depending on whose eyes that are judging me."

"I know exactly how you feel."

"From the man who is the chairman of one of the world's largest holding companies, owning 800 other companies outstanding stock. Graduated from YorkNew University, with a Bachelor of Science is Economics at the top of his class. Then in his spare time, built skyscrapers, hotels, casinos, and golf courses. Including The Hunter Association building, which is one of those you've built."

"I'm flattered that you know so much about me."

"It's hard not to, you're in the newspapers every day. Anyone who doesn't, has been living under a rock." Killua took a sip of his wine. The server came around to their table and placed two silver platters onto the table. He lifted the lids and steam came bustling out from underneath revealing tenderloin steak with bake potatoes and a side of broccoli. A sprig of parsley laid on top of the potatoes.

Fleshbourne tucked his napkin between his collar and neck, ready to eat. "We can talk about the job after dinner." He smiled and picked up his knife and fork ready to cut his meat with the bake potatoes.

"I prefer if we talk about it now, if you don't mind."

Fleshbourne sighed and put down his utensils, "Of course, business is the first priority. I wouldn't want to waste your time. We can dine afterwards as a celebratory toast to the contract." He snapped his fingers again and the server came holding a briefcase, the locks flicked open revealing a folder and a large sum of money. He slid the folder across the table to Killua.

Killua opened up the folder revealing a profile of another business man, he was elderly and bald, but he wore a fine suit that didn't deter his status. Killua narrowed his eyes at the profile and knew what he unexpectedly just signed into. He was done with this sort of work.

"He is a competitor from a rival company of ours, Simon Dirfellow," said Fleshbourne. "He's been buying up stocks that my company has been eyeing progressively. He even had the audacity to propose a joint conglomerate between our two companies." He scoffed, as if the air was intoxicating to breathe.

Killua quirked up an eyebrow and asked, "What do you want me to do exactly?"

"I don't care how you do it, I just want it done. If you're asking me about my sort of preference, I would say make it look like an accident, but I'm not the professional here. You know best." Fleshbourne casually said, as if he was talking about the morning weather.

Killua slid the profile of the old man back across the table to Fleshbourne. The man gave a confused look. Killua pulled out his chair and stood up, ready to leave. "Find someone else for your job. I'm no longer associated in that kind of work anymore." There was nothing that obligated him to stay in this room any longer. He walked towards the door, hidden with the disguise of a bookcase.

Fleshbourne looked baffled, "You're a Zoldyck aren't you? Your kind of work is assassination. If not, then you're name gives false advertisement."

"Whatever, go ahead and sue me." Killua rolled his wrist in the air, walking towards the bookcase.

Fleshbourne snapped his finger towards the server. The server bore a knife from under his apron, and charged at Killua. "I can't have you leave, knowing why I called you here. You shouldn't have declined my offer." He menacingly smiled, but it immediately changed to fear when Killua easily grabbed the knife from the server with one hand and broke the server's wrist with the other. Killua twirled the knife in his hand, looking annoyed. Before Fleshbourne could even respond, he imagined a knife slicing through his chest, ripping out his heart. It felt real. Until he realized that Killua simply stood behind him, holding the knife at the man's neck.

Killua narrowed his eyes, cold. "Never contact me again, or I'll kill you." The whisper filled the entire room, which was now enveloped in a heavy aura. The food rotted and the wine spoiled. The air truly became intoxicating. Fleshbourne was hardly able to breathe with the dense air suffocating his lungs. "Do you know what will happen if you break that promise?" Fleshbourne was too scared to reply, barely managing a squeak. "Don't speak." Killua interrupted.

Killua grabbed the glass of red liquid and poured it over the man's head. It felt thick, warm, and sticky. The wine was soaking into his suit, blending in with the red hue. Fleshbourne was trembling.

"Let this perforate through you're thick skull and remember that this will be you drowning in your own blood when I rip your heart out." Killua put down the knife and readjusted the man's napkin between his neck and shirt collar. He placed the fork and knife in his hands and said, "Enjoy your dinner."

The server was curled up on the ground, in fetal position, shivering. Killua stepped over him, undisturbed. He yanked the bookcase with one pull and it fell off its hinges. Wires and bolts came crashing to the ground, breaking the electronical lock.

Killua exited the room, while Fleshbourne stared off into space with drool dripping from his mouth. The utensils clattered to the ground when he slouched down in his chair.

If he was a wise man, which he wasn't, he would never contact Killua Zoldyck ever again. Despite his lack of wisdom, he would carry through with that promise, for there was too much fear than logic flooding into his skull.


After playing several rounds of hide and go seek with Elodea, Kate was exhausted. She took the father's advice and finally figured out what he meant by 'tranquil.' After the ranch dressing incident, Elodea went to play mountain climber on the window curtains, when she yanked him off them he proceeded to throw a tantrum. When she went to grab a toy he might enjoy, he was, yet again, in another place entirely. He was standing on top of the kitchen counter, opening the window that had no bug screen. They were on the third floor of the building.

So now, here she was, slouching in her chair after playing vigorous rounds of hide and go seek with the toddler, who was now all tired and sleeping in bed. Everywhere Kate hid, Elodea would immediately come running up towards her, wherever it was behind the sofa, curtain or in the closet. He had no problem finding where she was located. She thought it was strange when the timer went off, signaling Elodea to start searching for his worn out babysitter, he'd didn't try searching in other places first. He's run past every potential hiding place and go to her. He was definitely a master at the game. He'd giggle, run up to her, tap her, and then gleefully shout 'found you!' Repeating the whole cycle once again.

Kate let out a breath, drained. Suddenly she heard the doorbell buzz. She was too tired to dip her head to the side, and positively remembered that Mr. Zoldyck said he would call her before returning home. It was little bit more than an hour since then. She didn't answer the door.

Adrenaline spiked in her vines when the door viciously unlocked, not from a key struggling to unlatch the door, but by force.

Someone was trying to break in and they succeeded.


Killua was driving home in his car. Before he skedaddled from the restaurant, he made a pit stop by the convenience store and bought a pack of those animal shaped graham crackers that Elodea fancied so much.

He dialed the sitter's phone number and waited for her to pick up. Kate didn't pick up the first few times he called, always going to her voice mail, leaving a message. He became annoyed, then considered that Elodea was giving her a hard time. Maybe. He called one more time, then the phone was finally picked up. Killua spoke first, "Hi Kate, I'm coming home. I'll be there in about ten to fifteen minutes."

The receiver didn't say anything, only hearing light traces of breathing, very controlled.

"Kate? You there?" Killua questioned.

"See you soon, Kil." The receiver said, who very much so, was not Kate. He hung up the phone before Killua could utter a sentence.

Killua raced through the freeway, gripping the steering wheel, to the point of almost ripping it off from the car. He was breaking several laws in the driver's handbook, speeding past cars, going over the speeding limit, ignoring traffic signals, with a dash of road rage to compliment it all. The road cameras were catching ever bit of his blunders, but he didn't care. He had to hurry home. Fear was creeping up his spine.

His older brother was waiting for him at home with his son.


Killua sprinted up the stairs and jumped between the floor levels. First, he saw his front door, slightly ajar with the broken lock. Second, when he opened the door the next thing he saw was the lifeless body drooping on the sofa. Her blonde hair was covering her face and her eyes were left open, with no need to blink. She had a single needle protruding from her forehead.

Killua heavily breathed in, Elodea. His mind darted to his son, and all the horrors that simultaneously flashed within his mind. He ran past the mirror, through the hallway, and opened the door to the bedroom.

He saw his son lying in bed, his chest was moving up and down, quietly. He was sleeping and unharmed. The horrors disappeared from his mind. Only to return again when his eyes drifted towards the other figure in the room. The moonlight spilled through the window, cascading light onto the man. He was tall, slender, and had long black hair, black as his soul. He was twirling needles in his hands, then turned towards his younger brother.

"You don't want to wake him up, now do you, Kil?" said Illumi.

Killua made one sharp movement towards his son, until Illumi stopped him dead in his tracks, attempting to throw at needle at the sleeping toddler. Killua tried to suppress his fear and anger that were raging inside of him, a storm made of fire and ice. "What do you want Illumi?"

Illumi slowly walked closer to Elodea and peered over him, looking at the slumbering angelic child. Illumi gave a disgusted look as if he was looking at a bug that needed to be squashed under his foot. "Is he your child?" He raised his eyebrow up towards Killua, "He looks nothing like you."

"Leave now," Killua said through gritted teeth.

"So this is what you've been doing for the past couple of years? Playing house? I knew you were working as a hunter, not that I can fathom why, but I never expected you to raise a family." Illumi sported his classic monotone expression on his face with a hint of mockery in his voice. "There are so many things I do not know about you Kil."

"You don't know me at all."

Illumi shrugged his shoulders, "fair enough." He looked back at the toddler, oblivious to the conversation between his father and uncle. "Don't tell me you eloped and had a child. Was that your wife in the other room?" He mocked.

Killua said nothing.

"Oh no, I guess not. She looks too young to be anyway." Illumi thumped his fist against his flat hand, thinking of the answer, "Ah yes! You went to the Kukan'yu Kingdom almost two years ago, then you submitted a resignation letter to the expedition team. I was wondering why. I thought maybe working as a hunter made you soft and weak," he pouted.

"They should have arrested you by now. You've committed so many crimes against the Association."

"Yes, I don't deny all those accusations, but they have to catch me first. I'm still a hunter with all the perks at my disposal."

Killua scoffed.

"Come back home Kil, we…." Illumi tried sounding out the strange foreign words out of his mouth. They came out sounding unnatural and forced, "we miss you."

"I'm no longer part of the family, I've disowned all of you."

Illumi waved his finger at his naïve younger brother, "tch tch tch, that's what you may think. But mother and father still have high hopes for you as heir to the Zoldyck family." He looked down towards the ground and snarled, "Can't see why though, with you fooling around here. They should have disowned you."

Killua concentrated his nen, into pulses of blue aura mimicking electricity. The currents grew larger and larger, thrashing against one another. Illumi put away his needles and held up his hands, innocently.

"I didn't come here to fight you Killua. I came to relay some news. That's all."

"I don't need to hear anything from you. Get out." The blue sparks started to scratch the walls.

"Hmm, you're grumpier than the last time I saw you. Well, Kalluto came back home and quit the phantom troupe. If you don't come back home, Kalluto will be made the heir to the family. Thought you would like to know, your opportunity is in jeopardy."

Killua's sparks singed the walls.

"Guess not." Illumi looked around the room, to see toys and Legos randomly placed around the room. "Kalluto has too many flaws that father does not approve of, but he is a good second choice for being the heir." Illumi picked up a blue Lego and fumbled around it with his fingers. "Do you still keep in contact with Alluka? What a useless piece of garbage she is-

A spark went flying towards Illumi's head, barely missing his forehead. It singed a fragment of his black hair, and sent it floating towards the floor.

"I can see that I'm not wanted here." Illumi examined his hair, unsymmetrically and especially unfashionably cut. He walked towards Killua and leaned into this ear, "You'll always be cursed as long as you bear the name Zoldyck. Accept it." He looked back towards Elodea, disgustingly. "I'm looking forward to the day when he's older and realizes that his father is a truly horrible monster," he laughed. "Imagine, the man who saved him from the kingdom full of monsters, was actually one himself. How ironic." He patted his younger brother's shoulder, his hand was zapped with electricity. Then Illumi left, disappearing into the darkness.

Elodea slowly opened his eyes, crusted with dust from the sand man. He was surprised, but even more so ecstatic to see his father home early! He jumped out of bed and raised up his arms, so Killua could pick him up. "Daddy!"

Killua picked up Elodea and wrapped his arms around him, caressing his back.

"Missed you," said Elodea, nuzzled in Killua's neck. Killua tried to control his breathing, and managed a smile.

"Were you nice to the babysitter?"

"Yep!" Elodea smiled.

"Good," he kissed Elodea on the head, he gulped than looked around the room, and said "we're going on a trip Elodea."

"When?" Elodea asked.

"Now."


That night, with their belongings packed in the car with a tank full a gas to take them as far away as they wanted, Killua stood in front of Beans at the Hunter Headquarters located in the heart of Swaldani City. Beans was the chairman's secretary of the Hunter Association. Killua had a grave look in his eyes.

"Are you sure you want to do this? You still have the option of turning back now, before it's too late."

"Yes, I couldn't want this more than I already do."

Beans sighed, "Here are all your files before the name change." He handed Killua the original file that contained all the information about him, when he first took the hunter exam and subsequent information after that. "We've updated your current files and your hunter card to these changes as well."

"Thank you." Killua tightly held the files in his hand, then looked at his son, sleeping in the stroller. This was the best he can do for him. The Zoldyck name will never haunt him.

"I wish you the best in your endeavors Mr. Zoldyck, pardon my mistake, Mr. Menfitz," Beans corrected himself.

Killua strapped Elodea into the baby seat in the back of the car, safely tucking him in. Before he got into the front car seat himself, he went over to a garbage can. He outreached the file of himself, Killua Zoldyck, the person he used to be.

The file plummeted to the bottom of the container with the rest of the garbage of banana peels and chewed up gum. Killua poured gas onto the file. He lit a match, the only light around the darkness of the night. He dropped the flame as saw the sparks fly when it met the liquid gasoline. The edges were crisping, turning red and black, finally into dust.

That night he drove out of Swaldani City with his son, Elodea Menfitz. They would never stay in one place for too long, they'll move from place to place, and no one will track them down. Living out of suitcases, packing up and taking off, before people would realize who they really are.

He would escape the curse of being a Zoldyck. Even if that meant constantly running away, hiding in the darkness.

It was all for Elodea.


Hello! Thank you for reading Chapter 9, I hope you enjoyed it. A lot of things went down in this chapter and things got a little more complicated for Killua and Elodea.

And sorry to Kate, because I introduced a new character than killed her off in the same chapter. (Illumi, why are you so evil!?)

Plus the one direction reference...I just had to...personally I love Exo, but 1D is good too.

Thank you readers, because it brings joy to my heart that someone out there in IRL likes my story and confirms that I'm not writing utter gibberish...

Thank you for reading and I hope you stick around for the next chapter *wink*