1 Overcast
A sequel to Bloody Sakura by: Mikuro Kurayami
It wasn't the first time Illumi stayed in his room's patio and simply gazed at the nighttime sky. Even though he was usually away from home, he would never forget to stop for a while and admire the jewel-like stars strewn across the midnight blue sky. Their minute twinkling reflected on his blank eyes as pools of deep, murky waters with an immensely unfathomable bottom. The stars warmed the seemingly cold assassin's heart more often than a successful mission or the billions he got for a job well done.
This night was different. The heavens were in turmoil. Dark, overbearing clouds loomed over the Kukuru Mountains slowly concealing the natural nightlights. The clouds moved in faster and grew thicker; the longer Illumi watched the sky. Only a few stars could be seen now and a huge gust of wind sent his hair fluttering violently to his side.
"Cold…" he murmured to himself and gave an exasperated sigh. A flicker from below the Zoldick mansion aroused his attention towards reality. Unruly silver hair reflected into the assassin's dull eyes. The person was quick and agile, but not too fast for Illumi not to notice who it was.
'Where will my bastard of a brother go now?' He thought bitterly, tucking his silky, black hair behind his ears as not to annoy him. Of all the Zoldick siblings, Killua was the most difficult one to deal with. He was brash, undisciplined but exceptionally strong. His father tolerated most of the messes he usually gets himself involved in. His mother could not even instruct him to clean his own room, not that it was that messy as Miluki's. But still, Killua usually got what he wanted. Illumi gritted his teeth, most discreetly and continued watching his little brother skate himself to freedom.
I'm sure Kanalia would let him pass… he told himself. Kanalia considered Killua as her friend. No matter how many hundreds of men he knew she could slay in just a few seconds, she was still a green horn in the art of carnage. She didn't even want to murder anyone.
What could possibly make Killua be like this? He wondered to himself. Killing is just second nature to him… how could one man change his mind?
"Please take care of your little brother, Illumi" he could recall how his mother, Kikyou pleaded to him. She even had him promise to her. His mother was a highly emotional woman. Any little thing irritating her would make her burst and go berserk for hours. Still, she loved her family very much and would do anything to make them happy.
"I will mother, I promise" he remembered how he replied. He pitied his mother, she always hoped for the best for her children. She always had Karuto on her side, aiding her everyday when she trained. She wanted Karuto to grow as potent as her older brothers. She also seemed to love Killua most of all, despite the fact that he was the cause of her near-blindness and blemished face.
Okaa-sama was right; he shouldn't have gone to that mission.
He left the patio and went into his room. It was hardly used, as his stuff was in the exact same spot as they were years before when he considered redecorating. However, dust didn't seem to settle on his things. Everyday, the maids would come and tidy things up whether Illumi would come or not. Sleep didn't cross Illumi's mind one bit that night. He had to fulfill a promise for his mother. For his beloved okaa-sama…
He caught Karuto sobbing in the hallway. Like Illumi, Karuto was usually emotionless and static. Because she had the keenest eyesight, she was trained to move about as subtle and as quick as possible, avoiding all unnecessary noise or movements. They trained her to scan the movements of her targets and kill them without even allowing them to scream.
"Karuto-chan…" he said softly, the placidness in his voice remained. He didn't have an idea on what could possibly make his sister cry.
"Illumi-onii-sama," she cried out, startled and quickly dried her tears. "I… didn't see you coming."
Illumi inched nearer until he was right in front of her. He noticed a package ripped open and next to it a piece of clothing sprawled into a pile.
Karuto saw what he was eyeing. "I asked Killua-onii-sama to bring me something from the outside world. And he brought me a kimono."
"And what is that on your hand?" he pressed, noticing that she wouldn't say anymore.
Karuto held up her hand to him and slowly opened her palm. A tiny, bloodstained sakura leaf rested on her soft hand.
The stars were now cowering behind overcast skies as a soft drizzle fell.
Author's notes: And Kurayami-chan's serious type fanfics strikes again! I was staring the overcast sky one night (with Inori playing in the background) and inspiration struck me like a bolt of lightning. I wasn't planning on doing as sequel for Bloody Sakura but I couldn't resist the urge to do so. As usual, Hunter x hunter, Illumi, Karuto, Miluki, Kikyou and Killua are the property of Yoshihiro Togashi.
A sequel to Bloody Sakura by: Mikuro Kurayami
It wasn't the first time Illumi stayed in his room's patio and simply gazed at the nighttime sky. Even though he was usually away from home, he would never forget to stop for a while and admire the jewel-like stars strewn across the midnight blue sky. Their minute twinkling reflected on his blank eyes as pools of deep, murky waters with an immensely unfathomable bottom. The stars warmed the seemingly cold assassin's heart more often than a successful mission or the billions he got for a job well done.
This night was different. The heavens were in turmoil. Dark, overbearing clouds loomed over the Kukuru Mountains slowly concealing the natural nightlights. The clouds moved in faster and grew thicker; the longer Illumi watched the sky. Only a few stars could be seen now and a huge gust of wind sent his hair fluttering violently to his side.
"Cold…" he murmured to himself and gave an exasperated sigh. A flicker from below the Zoldick mansion aroused his attention towards reality. Unruly silver hair reflected into the assassin's dull eyes. The person was quick and agile, but not too fast for Illumi not to notice who it was.
'Where will my bastard of a brother go now?' He thought bitterly, tucking his silky, black hair behind his ears as not to annoy him. Of all the Zoldick siblings, Killua was the most difficult one to deal with. He was brash, undisciplined but exceptionally strong. His father tolerated most of the messes he usually gets himself involved in. His mother could not even instruct him to clean his own room, not that it was that messy as Miluki's. But still, Killua usually got what he wanted. Illumi gritted his teeth, most discreetly and continued watching his little brother skate himself to freedom.
I'm sure Kanalia would let him pass… he told himself. Kanalia considered Killua as her friend. No matter how many hundreds of men he knew she could slay in just a few seconds, she was still a green horn in the art of carnage. She didn't even want to murder anyone.
What could possibly make Killua be like this? He wondered to himself. Killing is just second nature to him… how could one man change his mind?
"Please take care of your little brother, Illumi" he could recall how his mother, Kikyou pleaded to him. She even had him promise to her. His mother was a highly emotional woman. Any little thing irritating her would make her burst and go berserk for hours. Still, she loved her family very much and would do anything to make them happy.
"I will mother, I promise" he remembered how he replied. He pitied his mother, she always hoped for the best for her children. She always had Karuto on her side, aiding her everyday when she trained. She wanted Karuto to grow as potent as her older brothers. She also seemed to love Killua most of all, despite the fact that he was the cause of her near-blindness and blemished face.
Okaa-sama was right; he shouldn't have gone to that mission.
He left the patio and went into his room. It was hardly used, as his stuff was in the exact same spot as they were years before when he considered redecorating. However, dust didn't seem to settle on his things. Everyday, the maids would come and tidy things up whether Illumi would come or not. Sleep didn't cross Illumi's mind one bit that night. He had to fulfill a promise for his mother. For his beloved okaa-sama…
He caught Karuto sobbing in the hallway. Like Illumi, Karuto was usually emotionless and static. Because she had the keenest eyesight, she was trained to move about as subtle and as quick as possible, avoiding all unnecessary noise or movements. They trained her to scan the movements of her targets and kill them without even allowing them to scream.
"Karuto-chan…" he said softly, the placidness in his voice remained. He didn't have an idea on what could possibly make his sister cry.
"Illumi-onii-sama," she cried out, startled and quickly dried her tears. "I… didn't see you coming."
Illumi inched nearer until he was right in front of her. He noticed a package ripped open and next to it a piece of clothing sprawled into a pile.
Karuto saw what he was eyeing. "I asked Killua-onii-sama to bring me something from the outside world. And he brought me a kimono."
"And what is that on your hand?" he pressed, noticing that she wouldn't say anymore.
Karuto held up her hand to him and slowly opened her palm. A tiny, bloodstained sakura leaf rested on her soft hand.
The stars were now cowering behind overcast skies as a soft drizzle fell.
Author's notes: And Kurayami-chan's serious type fanfics strikes again! I was staring the overcast sky one night (with Inori playing in the background) and inspiration struck me like a bolt of lightning. I wasn't planning on doing as sequel for Bloody Sakura but I couldn't resist the urge to do so. As usual, Hunter x hunter, Illumi, Karuto, Miluki, Kikyou and Killua are the property of Yoshihiro Togashi.