Younger Years Chapter 10: Extra Story 2, a hunter x hunter fanfic

A/N: Just a little something fun. I thought it was high time I did something, and this little plot bunny's been bouncing in my head for quite some time. Notee: this does not take place during the timeline of the actual fic. It's just something extra. Enjoy!

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"PANCAKE!" Illumi almost fell over in shock and grief. Just once, just once he wanted to walk past his little brother's room and not be summoned by the name Pancake. But he had to go in, otherwise Killua would start crying.

Sighing he walked into Killua's room. "Yes?"

Killua grinned and reached up from the floor. "Pancake."

Illumi groaned. He didn't want to pick up the small child. He wanted to go to bed and sleep. And perhaps read a book, and them have some Illumi time. None of his plans included picking up a small child. And yet what was he doing? He was picking up the small child.

Damn you cuteness factor, he snarled in his brain.

"Okay, Kil, you're up. Now will you leave me alone?"

"Let's play," said Killua.

Illumi groaned again. "You can't be serious."

"Let's play!" he insisted.

Illumi was about to try and explain to Killua that there was a magical thing called rest that most people needed every once and a while. Yes, even great assassins such as himself needed this commodity sometimes. And right now Illumi desperately needed rest. So if Killua would just be so kind as to let him get the rest…

Suddenly an idea struck him. A smile spread across his face. Of course! His parents had done the exact same thing with Milluki, so why wouldn't it work with Killua? All little kids were basically alike, weren't they?

He transferred Killua to the other him and grinned at him. "Hey Killua, how'd you like to play a brand new game?"

Killua's face lit up. "New game?"

"Yeah. It's called arts and crafts."

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About an hour later, Illumi had Killua contentedly gluing paper together and scribbling with markers. He waited a little while, and then quietly snuck off, smirking at his genius.

A few minutes later Kikyou walked by. She glanced over and found her youngest gluing paper together and scribbling with markers.

"Dear, what are you doing?"

"Arts and calves!" exclaimed Killua. "Pancake told me it was fun, and it is!"

Kikyou blanched. "My child being left only with these two dimensional pieces of nothing to express his creativity with? I think not!" She grabbed Killua and swept out of the room with him in tow.

She burst into her room and began rummaging through the closet. She pulled out an old dress of hers and started to tear it into strips. Once she was done, she dumped the strips in front of Killua along with glue, scissors, paper, and markers.

"Now you have three dimensional objects to work with. A much better outlet for my little Picasso's creativity," she cooed. With that she left Killua to his work.

For about an hour Killua diligently glued, cut, drew, and glued more. Finally he was finished. He held up his handiwork to admire it in the light.

"I should show Pancake!" he exclaimed, and ran out the door to Illumi's room.

Illumi was rudely awakened by a cry of "Pancake! Pancake! Look at this!" He blearily opened his eyes and took in the gluey monstrosity of paper and fabric that had been thrust before his face.

"It's great Killua," he mumbled. "Go make another one."

"Right!" Killua hurried off and Illumi fell back asleep.

Meanwhile Killua had run back to his mother's room only to find that he had used the entire dress in his project. Tears welled up in his eyes. How would he make another one now? Pancake would be so disappointed; he'd loved the first one so much! Killua was about to cry when he remembered where his mother had gotten the dress. There were other dresses there, weren't there?

He walked over to the closet and opened it. There were millions of dresses there! He could make a million new projects for Pancake! Pancake would be so happy.

Killua started to rummage through them all, trying to figure out which one to use. He stumbled across a really big white one that had frilly bows everywhere and shiny stuff on it. Killua's face broke into a grin. Yes, this would be the dress. This project would be even better than the first!

He quickly pulled it off its stand and ran out and started to tear it apart to make a new project with this new dress.

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Hours later, Illumi awoke to find Killua sitting at the edge of his bed.

"Hey, Kil," he said. "How are you enjoying your crafts?"

"They're great Pancake!" Killua said. "I made you a new one!" Killua held up his newest creation.

"That's ni-" Illumi froze. He recognized the pattern on the fabric that Killua had used. He must have seen in a million of times in his mother's closet; and he remembered being told a million times to never touch it.

"Killua," he said, his head reeling. "You used mom's wedding dress!"

Killua cocked his head. "What?"

"You, you, oh my god."

Killua frowned. "What's wrong?"

Illumi closed his eyes to try and regain his composure. It didn't work. His mother was going to kill him. That wedding dress was her pride and joy, she loved it, and she'd murder anyone who touched it. Except Killua couldn't be killed, so she'd go for the next best thing… Oh god.

Illumi leapt up and grabbed Killua. He then bolted out the door.

"Pancake," Killua called. "Where are we going?"

"The bridal shop! Maybe we can buy a new dress before mom gets back. If we can't, then we'll head to the train station. I'm sure we can hide out in Mexico until she calms down."

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