Disclaimer: I do not own Hunter X Hunter. And if I still need to tell you this, you are beyond stupid. Isn't it clear that no one here does and would ever own Hunter X Hunter? Why would they write fanfics when they could turn them into cartoons? Gawd...
Author's note: This fanfic is written in Killua's point of view. I was gonna make it as a poem, but I guess I'm not very poetic.
Chocolate
I always loved chocolate.
For as long as I could remember, chocolate was always my favorite.
Next to ice cream, chocolate is my favorite.
But now that a certain someone came into my life, chocolate doesn't seem so good anymore.
Not when being compared to him.
It's almost like...
Almost like, he's my chocolate.
Only, he isn't brown.
But if he were to be described as a color, personally I would choose...I would choose gold.
He is precious and beautiful just like the metal, gold.
His eyes sparkle like sapphires on gold rings.
He is golden, just like the inside of a chocolate wrapper.
Like gold, he is beautiful and full of magnificence.
Like gold, he is full of mystery and charisma.
He is my chocolate.
Only he isn't an object.
But if he were to be described as an object, you probably know what object would be in my mind.
He would be chocolate.
Hard and cold.
But once you hold it in your fingers, once the chocolate is in your mouth, it melts.
Giving you all the tender sweetness it holds inside.
Just like him.
His façade and being, cold to the world.
But once you reach him, once you have given that cold surface the touch of your warmth, he melts into you.
You no longer see the coldness in him, but the sweet innocence.
Like chocolate, he is seductive.
He may not know it, but he calls out to you.
His every movement taunts you.
Like chocolate being displayed in a window of a store.
It calls out to you, grabs your immediate attention, and won't let you go until you have a taste.
Like that, he grabs your attention, no matter who you are.
And once you are in his grasp, there is no way of ever escaping it.
He is my chocolate.
Only he isn't cheap.
Unlike chocolate, he is rare.
Chocolate comes in all sizes and shapes.
Wherever you may be, you would always find chocolate.
Not like him.
He is one of a kind.
Chocolate can be anything from hot chocolate fudge, to chocolate trifles.
But he, he can be only one.
He can only be himself.
Chocolate is made everywhere.
There is switz chocolate, and home made chocolate.
But there is only one Kurapika.
There is and will always be one Kurapika of the Kuruta clan.
And he is my chocolate.
If only he knew...
Maybe he would think that I, Killua Zaoldyeck, am his...
...What's his favorite food...?
Maybe he would think I'm his...vegetable...?
OWARI
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