Disclaimer: Hunter X Hunter is merely a favourite of mine, not owned by me.
A/N: Okay…so the reviews had stopped… It is a little despairing, but…oh well, since I had started the story,
I guess I will have to give it an ending. I think I will end this thing in the next chapter…so, on with the
story:
Ilumi was a little worried when he saw his younger brother being shot, but when Killua started racing after Drauner's direction, he relaxed visibly.
'Hmm…you've gotten a little smarter, little brother. That's it. Don't fail aniki.'
- - -
'Brilliant! Brilliant! They were not wrong when they said that the Zoaldyecks are first class killers!' Hisoka laughed and clapped his hands merrily.
'Is NOT! Killua is not a killer!'
'But you saw it for yourself, ne?' Hisoka smiled gleefully. He knew that Gon had been trying to stifle that sentence in him for a long time. Well…it seems like he could not stand it anymore. The evening is starting to get exciting, exactly the way he wanted it to.
Geez, I could easily get addicted to this.
'We're not giving up on him yet, right, Gon? Kurapika?
'Yes.'
Stiff, but full of determination, the simultaneous answer came.
Oh…they are united, aren't they?
- - -
The body was heavy, but still he heaved it back. He needed the body as a proof that he had accomplished the mission.
'Maybe I can just bring his head back, rather than heaving the whole body back? I wonder would aniki accept that? Oh, most probably not; aniki would want a perfect corpse. Sometimes I hate his perfectionist personality. I wonder from whom did he inherit that from. Mother? Or father? Even worse…grandfather? Ah…aniki really strives in making my life miserable! Man, what does this man have for his meals, anyway? He's so awfully heavy!' Killua grumbled as he pulled at the man's feet that had got stuck between the gap of the tiles on the roof.
Killua frowned a little when he thought back how Drauner had reacted when Killua was about to kill him. Killua had allowed him to enter yet another dark alley, and had slowly advanced upon him there, allowing Drauner to see his assassin clearly. When he was about to kill Drauner, Drauner had turned to him and said: 'you're still so young…still too young to be bathed in blood.'
At that time, it had sounded as if Drauner wanted to make it into a question, but then changed his mind and made it into a statement.
Killua shook his head violently to rid the phantom voice of Drauner. That caused a spasm of pain to shoot through him. Killua bit his lips, so hard that it drew blood. He then pushed Drauner's body on his back.
Every step seemed to get heavier for him, and the body of Drauner on his back pressed on and pressured him, making him feel as if he wanted to drop there and then.
His own wound at his chest throbbed painfully, and Drauner's darkened blood mixed with his own fresh red liquid.
'No. No way I'm gonna drop now.'
From rooftop to rooftop he journeyed, and he finally saw the place where all the corpse of the bodyguards that he had killed were. He aimed for the ground instead of the next rooftop.
He saw, as he leapt, somewhere to his side, that Ilumi had emerged a little from the dark shadows that he seem to love so much.
'Good, I'm gonna make sure aniki sees the best landing he'd ever seen,' Killua grinned confidently, despite the pain in his chest.
He was about to land on a knee; when he suddenly slipped and fell with an ungraceful thud, face first. Drauner's body pushed from above, causing him to feel very much like a pancake, flattened.
Ilumi's chuckle was audible, in fact, very audible.
'Nice landing, ototo.'
'Shit. Now I've made a fool out of myself in front of aniki,' Killua rolled his eyes in annoyance.
'Aniki, get this fat man off me!' he yelled, his voice muffled, ignoring Ilumi's comment, but yet blushing heavily.
Ilumi walked towards the heap that had just landed inartistically there, his footsteps light. He heaved the heavy bulk of Drauner off as Killua turned over.
'Goodness, is this man heavy,' Ilumi exclaimed in surprise as he heaved Drauner's body.
'Good, at least you know how tiring it is to drag this fat man back to you. I demand that you treat me to a set of something,' Killua mumbled with his eyes closed, clearly showing his exhaustion. Ilumi smiled.
As Ilumi set Drauner's body somewhere among his faithful ('but downright poor and out of practice,' thought Killua disdainfully) bodyguards, Killua opened his eyes, stared upwards for a few moments, then closed his eyes again.
Ilumi walked back over to his brother and stared down, taking in every single detail as he took his time – Killua's wet silver hair, with a tinge of lavender purple here and there, the heave of his wounded chest as he gasped in exhaustion –
Ilumi bent down, swiftly slipped his right arm under Killua's head and the other arm under his knees, and then carried him up. Killua jerked awake, his legs dangling.
'A-niki!' Killua yelled, blushing even more.
'Gods, this is even more embarrassing then when I fell flat on my face!'
'Daijobu. You're tired.'
Killua did not reply as Ilumi gently placed his chin on Killua's head.
'Let's go back.'
Ilumi knew that Killua silently agreed, although Killua gave no answer.
'Gon…I'm sorry…I killed again…I'm sorry I did not keep my promise…gomen…'
Ilumi looked down and saw that Killua had closed his eyes, and had a shrewd suspicion that he had fallen asleep.