AN: Trigger Warning, graphic depictions of violence, brutality, all around depression


A gust of wind rustled Killua's hair, a storm was rolling in.

"There's the place," Illumi said blankly as a dense cloud passed over the moon, plunging the two in darkness.

Killua had a bad feeling. He didn't like what was to come… he was going to have to eliminate that girl with the wild purple hair. Which meant he would have to get a little messy with the kids. He'd learned from the other bases that some of the kids were up to 18 years old. The girl in charge was 19, same as Killua.

"There's a lot of them in there," Illumi mused.

"Doesn't matter," Killua murmured darkly, extending his claws.

The raven hummed in approval, he glanced over at his younger brother, beckoning for his attention. Killua glanced at Illumi out of the corner of his eye. A ghost of a smile crossed Illumi's thin lips. "I'm proud of you, Kill. You've done such an incredible job with this. I was concerned you wouldn't be able to handle it, that you'd run and cry to that half-blood of yours."

Killua stiffened, glaring into Illumi's empty black eyes.

The taller males merely shuffled his wings. "Why don't you come home after this is all said and done? It would be so much easier. We could unseal those wings of yours. No more running around, no more petty spats."

Killua growled low in his throat. "I'm not returning."

The only time I'm ever coming back will be to save Alluka.

But I can't tell him that, not yet.

It would be a declaration of war, and I want my "long awaited return" to be a cover for my true intentions.

Don't worry, brother. I'll be back alright, just not in the context you wish for.

Killua flicked his tail and rolled his shoulders as he walked to the edge of the building they were perched on. The final location was an old warehouse on the edge of the docks. Monstrous yellow cranes dotted the landscape like scraggly dead trees, and the ocean was dirty here and reeked of garbage and oil. Enormous boats were docked off down the shore for the night, this place was the unused section of the docks. The old part.

Like usual in Yorknew City, whenever something got too old or outdated, it was simply abandoned. Leaving an entire playground of empty streets and dark alleyways, an underbelly of all underbellies. These bases were all located in this part of the city, and now Killua knew this nasty graveyard like the back of his hand.

Just before Killua was about to hop over the edge and eradicate the final division of this Magic-tainted army, Illumi spoke up again.

"Oh. Happy birthday, by the way."

Killua ignored him, and descended upon the old warehouse.

He didn't have time for petty small talk with Illumi. He'd missed Leorio's win, Gon was gonna be upset with him. That's why he needed to hurry this up, the fast he got back to explain the better. Then this could all just be over.

He slipped through the jungle of rusty shipping containers and old construction equipment. Patrols dotted the area, and he took all of them out with ease. Taking out the patrols was his least favorite part. They didn't even know what was happening before they were splattered on the walls of the shipping containers or decapitated in one fell swoop.

Luckily, the patrols always consisted of older kids. Adults, in some cases. Just made the entire situation worse. That psycho lady let the older kids die soundlessly outside, and forced all of the younger kids to activate the spell and die in a most traumatic way.

Killua shoved all his emotions within him, like he always did.

They'd come out when this was all over, but for now he needed to be empty and blank.

Just like Illumi had taught him.

The assassin slipped in through a window, and silently swept all of the upper floors. Blood painted the walls, and the silent whisper of dying souls sent a hush over the entire dockyard. Killua made it fast, ignoring his reluctance to kill the 12 year olds and younger. This had to be done. For Alluka, but more importantly for them. They didn't deserve the fate they'd selected, and Killua was the only one who could protect them from themselves.

Once only the first floor was left, Killua played his cards very specifically. He'd started doing this after that first night. The more he could kill before the spell was activated the better. He'd sneak around the main room, taking out groups on the outskirts before his presence was detected.

He was an assassin after all, silent deaths were his specialty.

He worked in a spiral pattern, swirling closer and closer to the center, the safest spot in the place. Where that girl with the wild hair resided. He didn't allow himself to recoil when the kids were toddlers. Seven. Six.

The truth of the matter was that the youngest of them made the most powerful of bombs. Now that he knew that phantom scent of the spell, he could scent it roiling off all of them. It was disgusting.

He resented the psycho bitch that had come up with this insane idea.

Fueled by his rage, his grief, and his pain - and most prominently his longing to get this over with, Killua moved faster and quieter than he ever had. Before he knew it, he was at the center. Leaving bloody footprints on the tops of the shipping containers.

In the middle, safe and sound, was the woman. She was on guard, and surrounded by a small squadron of four and five year olds.

Sadist. She knows exactly what the fuck she's doing.

But she doesn't care.

There are a million different ways to actually attempt to fight back, but she cares more about torturing me than this entire army's true goal.

She's trampling over the lives of all these kids, she cares about nothing but her own vengeance.

And above all she's a coward.

A bitter taste in his mouth, Killua pumped more Energy into his Zetsu, dulling even the sound that he made. He dropped in behind her, and for the first time, managed to take out every single child before the spell could be activated. He turned the necks of each tiny body guard, felling them all swiftly and silently.

With each kill, he brought them back up to the tops of the shipping containers.

Their deaths had been swift and painless. They hadn't even been aware of what was happening. One second they were alive, and the next they weren't. Killua laid them gently down, and shut each of their eyes. They didn't deserve this fate.

The last of the army eliminated, Killua dropped down behind the woman.

He made noise on purpose, the slapping of his feet against the cement floor enough for her to whip around. Her orange eyes widened in fear when she saw that all of her body guards were gone. She was the only one left. Her and the…

"You're here," she growled.

Killua didn't say anything.

Responding only made things worse.

He relied on his mask to conceal the tugging of his lips, the trembling of his mouth.

This was always the hardest part. The final leg.

She was the boss at the end, once she was eliminated, it would finally be done.

Only problem was… she had an infant swaddled and clutched in her grip.

This was the youngest one yet.

Which of those teenagers outside had been the mother? Which the father?

How had they felt when she had infected them with the spell? Because Killua could smell it on the child. The stench was all consuming and rich. The younger, the more powerful. This one was the youngest by years.

"You did it, hm? You killed every last one of us? How do you feel about that?"

She gave Killua a chance to speak. He didn't.

The woman glared. "You don't even know my name, do you? After all this pain you've brought me."

Pain is a strange word for the ecstasy in your eyes when you watch your clanmates die at my hands.

"I am called Dysnomia."

Killua didn't react at all.

The woman snarled. "Nothing?! Really?! Are you seriously that emotionless?! That empty?! That fucking careless?! You don't care about this at all! It truly means nothing to you. You kill our brethren with glee, it brings you pleasure."

She watched me suffer every single night.

She knows how I truly feel, she just refuses to accept that I am not the twisted picture of a Valkyrie that she has in her mind.

"Activate," she murmured darkly, and Killua watched in horror as the infant shifted uncomfortably. The child's eyes blew wide, and burst into that awful green-white flame. It gagged, and started crying. Screaming. It was beginning to melt away, its blood boiling faster than ever.

No.

The more powerful… the faster the bomb went off.

The more intense the suffering.

This child would go off in a matter of moments.

The crazed woman threw her head back and laughed, she held the child up. She squealed in pleasure when gloppy drops of the kid splattered onto the floor.

Oh, absolutely not.

Killua snarled, and rushed forward. The child's screams were… horrifying.

This was an infant, suffering the pain of a thousand million deaths. Deaths at the hands of fire and rage.

No.

He simply would not allow it.

Killua didn't do it to stop the bomb from going off, to stop this crazed woman's suidice attempt. He didn't do it to save Yorknew City and everyone within it. Everyone within a 50 mile radius of the place. He didn't do it for Gon. He didn't even do it for Alluka.

He did it for the kid.

In a flash, Killua was there. He leapt up in an arc, and flicked the kid's head with his tail.

It was over.

The glowing stopped, the melting stopped. The kid's body started to steam as it cooled.

The woman stood with her mouth open in shock.

Killua landed down behind her, and straightened.

Dysnomia turned to face Killua, and as she did the assassin sprung forward. He punched his fist clean through her stomach. The truth of the matter was, she did not have the stench of the spell on her. She was the only one spared from this wrath. She would watch her infant clanmates suffer, but she wouldn't befell herself to such a fate.

She was absolutely disgusting.

She choked, gurgling up blood.

Killua ripped his arm out, and she toppled to her knees. She coughed up blood, and fell to her side. She hugged the infant against her chest, she squeezed those tiny arms in a death grip.

"No. You. You monster, you– you ruined it. You have truly eradicated us all, I hope you're… I hope you're proud of yourself."

Killua said nothing. He simply walked away.

There. It was done.

He passed the army of bodies as he left. He left bloody footprints in the sand as he walked down the beach, taking the extra long way to get back home. His hands were covered in blood, and his face was empty and dark.

His tail was tingling with the knowledge of what he'd just used it for.

With a whisper of leathery wings, Illumi was at his side. "Incredible, Kill! That was simply incredible! You didn't shed a single tear, you have truly grown over the course of this job! I knew you'd benefit from something like this! Mother would be proud."

"I don't care… about mother," Killua murmured. The sting of tears welled in his eyes. "I did none of that for mother. I didn't do it for you… not even for Alluka. I did it for… Dayaamay. And all the others who have suffered at the hands of Demonic power." Killua took a shuddering breath, and felt tears slip from his cheeks and over the surface of his mask.

Illumi stopped walking, watching Killua with those dark eyes as he continued on ahead.

Illumi watched his younger brother shift into a run, and disappear in a flash. Killua did not see the amused grin that crossed his face, and he did not hear the bark of a laugh.

"That was cruel, if you ask me," Hisoka sighed from his perch on a nearby shipping container. "It's no fun if you give him a good excuse for his behavior."

"Oh, he'll always find someone to fight for. It's just his way," Illumi said. "He's such a protector, he always needs someone to throw his life away for. He latched onto that kid from the first night, and he's been 'fighting in his name' ever since. It's disgraceful. Dragonite Valkyrie's fight for themselves, not for others. Now he'll go and latch onto that half-blood. I leave it up to you to ensure that does not happen."

Hisoka giggled. "Oh, finally~ It's my turn~"

"He's alright now. He'll wake up in the morning feeling just fine."

Gon took a shuddering breath.

Thank the gods.

The nurse gave him a soft smile, before walking down the hall and leaving him to his thoughts. Gon was hunched over in a fold up chair. He was in the hallway outside Leorio's operating room. That had been… too close.

He'd been running, but he hadn't been running fast enough. If Killua had been there to help him carry Leorio, then they would have gotten here no problem but…

Killua had run off.

And Leorio almost died because of it.

Gon had busted through a window at the last possible second. He'd dropped down in the middle of a break room, and doctors had flooded him immediately. Leorio had been rushed away, attached to a million different machines. He was fading and fast, it was so bad that the only way to heal him was to call in one of the doctors versed in Blood Magic. She had rushed in and saved Leorio, but not without painful hours of operating time.

Leorio was okay now… his life was saved and he would live.

But he'd had to have his entire chest cavity removed and reorganized. All of his organs had been shattered, and he'd had to have several donations. Gon had argued with so many reluctant donors. He'd gotten in people's faces and made multiple scenes.

But it was for Leorio.

He couldn't lose Leorio.

The last time something like this had happened… he hadn't been able to do anything.

He hadn't been able to save Kite, but he sure as hell wasn't gonna lose another friend this time.

Leorio would be in a wheelchair for several months. He was okay, but his spine had been fractured and he'd be unable to walk for a while. He hadn't woken back up yet, but that was okay. Gon had things to do anyways.

The hybrid stood up, a dark cloud falling over him.

He stalked down the hallway and down to the lobby. People stepped out of his path, some even hid behind desks and doors. His aura was seeping out of him in a thick and menacing cloud of black smoke. He wasn't using his biochemical at all, but that didn't stop his aura from taking physical form.

He was mad. Really mad.

Killua had run off and Leorio had almost died because of it. He had thought they made up? He had thought that things were back to normal between the two of them? So why the ever loving FUCK had Killua done this?!

Killua had better have a good fucking reason, cause if he didn't than Gon didn't think he'd be able to stop himself from punching his face in.

Betrayal stung in Gon's chest. Killua had promised.

And look where they were now.

Gon stormed out of the hospital doors. Rain was pouring outside, and the break lights from all the cars bounced off the droplets, covering everything in a glowing red haze. Streetlights glowed overhead, and Gon shoved his way through people holding umbrellas.

He had no idea where he was going. But he was going somewhere.

"My, my. If this isn't the most threatening aura I've ever had the blessing to see~"

Gon stopped in his tracks, a growl rose in his throat. It was guttural and rumbling. The foot traffic spread out wide to get away from him. The cloud of his aura thickened. The hybrid looked over his shoulder, amber eyes cutting against the rainy night.

"Oh, don't look at me like that~"

"Hisoka."

The magician walked up to Gon. He crossed beside him, and stopped to stand in front of him. Gon watched him with his eyes the entire time, that dangerous and raging aura lapping at Hisoka's stilettos and hanging off his ankles.

The slit eyed man looked Gon up and down, a smirk on his face.

"What are you doing here."

"Oh, come now! You know I'm always here to help when you get yourself into a fix~"

Gon just glared.

Hisoka pouted. "No fun." He sighed dramatically, "Anyways, I don't know if you'd be interested, but I know where Killua is."

Oh. Gon was definitely interested. His aura thrashed and increased in density.

"You'd better not be lying."

Hisoka laughed breathily. Oh, he simply loved seeing Gon get like this! It was really turning him on. "I'd never lie to you~"

"Lead the way, then."

Hisoka giggled, and turned on his heel. Gon followed him, a dark shadow trailing the magician wherever he went. "This way, let's hurry and not miss him, kay?~"

The long walk had given Gon the necessary time to calm down. His aura was no longer raging around him, but his eyes were still glazed and dark. He walked at Hisoka's side, nostalgia prickling uncomfortably against his mind.

"Oh, this reminds me of old times!" the magician said cheerfully.

"Whatever," Gon mumbled darkly. Agreeing, but not wanting to admit it. Those times with Hisoka… they had been a really dark period of his life, to say the least.

"We haven't teamed up in ages, tell me you're not excited?~"

"Why would I be excited about this?" Gon snapped, glaring at the magician.

"Don't be such a buzz kill, you're ruining the mood. Though I must admit that I have missed your brooding teen phase!"

Gon snarled in warning.

Hisoka knew good and well that the darkness that had hung over him back then was nothing of the sort.

"No matter," the magician sighed. "It wouldn't matter anyways. We're here."

Gon turned his attention from the red haired man to the scene before him. It was an… abandoned shipyard? Why on earth was Killua here, of all places? Hisoka walked forward, and Gon was forced to shake himself out of his thoughts and follow along.

The hybrid was teeming with questions. He wanted to interrogate Hisoka about how the hell he knew exactly where Killua was, but more importantly he wanted to ask what Killua was doing here. His anger was beginning to subside, being replaced with a growing fear. His stomach twisted with concern.

He'd been so quick to jump to rage…

What if Killua was in just as much trouble as Leorio had been?

Gon really hadn't stopped to think about Killua's side of the story… what was really going on here?

Hisoka peeked over his shoulder at Gon, noticing the change in the hybrid's aura. He was no longer enraged, he was starting to get antsy. He was starting to get worried about Killua. No matter. Hisoka was no fool, after all. He knew what he was doing.

The two males walked slowly through the jungle of rusty shipping containers, jagged metal pieces, and giant electrical equipment. This place was almost like a junkyard for industrial waste. Gon looked around, trying to pick up any signs of his Valkyrie friend.

But this place was devoid of Killua… in fact, it didn't scream "Killua" at all. Why would the silver haired prince ever come here? It was making Gon more and more nervous. This didn't make sense. Was Hisoka tricking him? Was he trying to pull something? Was he–

The sharp scent of freshly spilled blood wafted across Gon's nostrils.

Gon turned to his left, and found a dead body. He gasped, and was at its side in a split second. He knelt next to it, hands hovering over a dead 17 year old girl. Her neck was turned, the skin bruised and purple. Her eyes were shut, and she was laying on the ground as if she'd suddenly passed out from exhaustion. As if… she hadn't been murdered.

Hisoka gasped dramatically, "My, my! What do we have here?"

Gon ignored him, standing back up.

For some reason I thought the body was Killua… I'm really high strung right now.

That was really terrifying.

It's not Killua, but this body here proves that something dangerous is happening here. And if Killua is here, that means he's in danger. I need to find him and make sure he's okay. I can yell at him about Leorio later. Right now my priority is ensuring his safety.

Gon walked in a bee line for the old warehouse, it was obviously where Hisoka was leading him. A chill ran up his spine as his sixth sense whispered to him of a great amount of spilled blood, a great amount of death. Hisoka strutted along at his side, and on the way they passed body after body. All with turned necks, closed eyes, and in some cases bodies arranged so that they didn't look haphazardly killed.

Whoever had killed all these teenagers… had possessed a kind heart in the process.

Strange as that seemed.

Gon knew all about investigating murders and scenes like this. He was a master at it, actually. Kite had taught him well. He had a feeling he knew what he was going to find inside. Some sort of dangerous gang, and a group of idiotic kids trying to beat them. That was his guess as to what was going on. Killua must have been helping the kids out. He must have found the dead kids and closed their eyes, laying them down to rest. He must be in that warehouse finishing the fight for them right now.

Was Killua captured right now from trying to protect the kids?

Or had he already taken care of it?

How violent was this gang?

How young were the kids?

Why had Killua come home crying every night?

Gon shook his head, clearing all these questions away. Nothing mattered by the scene at hand. The scent of blood was horribly thick closer to the warehouse. Gon was getting an uncomfortable prickle in between his shoulder blades, something felt off about this.

He was about to open the door to the warehouse when Hisoka hummed, grabbing his attention. The tall man was standing with his hand on his hip, pointing up at a broken window.

"Whoever did this went in through there," he asserted.

Gon frowned. Whoever did this? What did he mean by that? Had Hisoka already been inside?

The hybrid shoved the questions aside once again, and leapt up to the window with a small burst of Ren. Hisoka followed suit, and the two males perched on the window sill. It didn't matter what Hisoka was chattering on about. He always tried to make things more difficult than they actually were. Gon knew that firsthand. Hisoka made for a good teammate, if you knew how to navigate his whimsical ways and the constant attempts to start drama.

Gon inhaled deeply at the window sill, and his eyes blew wide. Killua! Killua's scent was on this window, hanging faintly off the shards of broken glass. Smelling Killua's trail made Gon relieved, but also scared. This was the first sign of Killua they'd gotten this whole time, but seeing that Killua had definitely gone in here was making Gon nervous. Why had he gone in through the window? Wouldn't busting in through the front door be the best move? Though he supposed Killua wasn't one for dramatic displays and entrances. It made sense that Killua would sneak in, that was just his way.

The hybrid pushed the questions aside again, and focused on the task at hand.

Whenever Killua's safety was in the balance Gon found himself on edge.

Gon stepped through the tunnel of broken glass, and touched down in one of the upper hallways of the warehouse. The second he touched down, he was overcome with an intense feeling of dread. It was stemming from his sixth sense. Whenever he stumbled across a site of incredible violence this feeling would tingle up his spine in warning.

Gon didn't like this.

He didn't like this one bit.

Hisoka hopped down after him, and the two males looked back and forth. Gon scented the air, Killua had gone right. The human and the hybrid walked cautiously, following Killua's path. The warehouse was eerie and quiet. All the lights were off, and the only light source was the faint light of the moon flitting in through the sparse windows. The scent of blood was suffocating, and the tingling feeling of released souls was giving Gon chills.

He'd been in places like this with Kite… but he'd never encountered a site quite like this before. It was so incredibly ominous. Something very, very bad had happened here.

When Gon and Hisoka turned the corner, they found another set of bodies. This set, however, was not killed cleanly. No, the kill had clearly been rushed. In the tight hallways, there was no way to get the drop on anyone, so the killer had been forced to kill them brutally and swiftly. The deaths had clearly been fast and painless, but that didn't stop blood from splattering the floors around them.

Gon walked by four bodies with slit throats and holes through their temples.

Bullet wounds?

No. It was like someone had stuck a metal rod directly into their skull.

The thing that chilled Gon the most, though, was the scent he picked up as they left the bodies behind. As he walked through the pool of blood, Gon picked up a scent that was distinctly Killua. It would have been completely unnoticeable to anyone else, but Gon knew Killua's scent better than he knew his own Aunt's.

Killua had been here, Killua had…

Gon refused to finish that thought. No, he refused to acknowledge it.

He didn't want to.

The two males continued down the hallway, and the closer they got to the center the more brutal the kills became. And another thing Gon noticed was… the younger the victims became. The dead shifted from older teens, to mid teens, to barely teens, to preteens.

When they encountered a set of victims, the youngest of which being 12, splattered all over the walls, Gon had to grit his teeth to keep from whining. It was savage, so incredibly one sided. It had been fast… but holy gods the walls were literally painted in thick blood and organs.

And Killua's scent was everywhere.

Gon's breath shuddered as he inhaled, the scent trail changed now. There was a doorway to the main part of the warehouse, and at the frame of that doorway… Killua's scent changed entirely. His residual aura hung in the air, and a choking and sudden bloodlust was nauseating. He'd shifted into assassin mode, activating his full strength.

But to do what… Gon was afraid to find out.

"Coming?" Hisoka asked over his shoulder from where he'd walked on ahead, leaving Gon behind where he'd stopped in his tracks. The hybrid swallowed, his mouth tasting of bile.

He nodded, and followed Hisoka to the doorway. What he found was… horrible.

Blood painted the wall and lone shipping containers. The stench of fresh corpses stung in Gon's nose, and overall a thick and violent Valkyrie bloodlust diffused from the center of the room to chill the entire space.

Gon and Hisoka followed the path Killua had taken: a winding and spiral path to the center. Along the way… were so many bodies. So many dead– dead kids. They only got younger towards the center, and the deaths became more and more brutal as Killua became more and more pressed to keep himself hidden from whatever - whoever - resided in the center.

The hybrid walked through puddles of blood and brain matter, he saw hearts and lungs haphazardly strewn across the floor from tiny chests that had been punched clean through. Killua's scent was unmistakably hanging off all of them.

They made it to the center and… Gon was finally able to stop walking.

By now his face was pale, his blood had run cold minutes ago.

That had been like a tour of a house… a horrible house with slaughtered children displayed for all to see.

In the very middle of the room, a group of four year olds lay dead on the outskirts. Their heads turned savagely, sat up like porcelain dolls. It had seemed kind before… but now it just seemed evil.

In the very middle of all of it… was a dead woman, clutching an infant against her chest. The woman was laying in an enormous puddle of her own blood, intestines spilling out from her gut in a way completely similar to what had happened to Leorio. Gon choked on air, the infant was… The infant was…

Its head was flopped over at an awful angle, and its body was half melted. Its eye sockets were empty, a whitish goop running down its cheeks in the place of tears. Those had been its eyes. Its mouth was open in a silent scream, and the top of its head had been melted away so bad that its skull was visible.

Gon was utterly shocked.

He was completely frozen.

He had never, never, not in all his months of investigating and solving dangerous mysteries with Kite… seen anything remotely close to this… this…

There weren't even words to describe it.

"Did… Killua do this?" Gon breathed, eyes open and glazed over, his anxiety from before long since dissipated. Now he just felt… fuck, he didn't even know.

"What do you mean… 'Did Killua do this.' Who else could it have possibly been?"

Gon jumped out of his skin. One of the corpses was talking–

No. The woman was somehow still alive.

"Who– who are you?" Gon choked out.

"Dysnomia, my name is…" she coughed up a thick mouthful of her own blood. "Dysnomia."

"What is… what is this?!" Gon asked shakily. "What's going on here? Killua wouldn't, Killua would never–"

"-You don't know," Dysnomia mused, head cocked to one side. It looked so similar to the dead infant in her arms that Gon gagged. "Don't fall for his tricks. Don't let him fool you. Have no doubt that this is who Killua truly is."

She spat out his name like it was the most vile thing in existence.

"What are you saying–"

"-Did you really think that one of his kind, a disgusting Valkyrie, was really a soft hearted soul? That he wasn't secretly a devil beside you in bed? Don't fall for the kindness of his embrace, for that creature is a Prince of Ice and Darkness."

Gon floundered on the spot. This wasn't possible, how–

"Just look around you! Look at the horrible order that he acc–"

A playing card buried into the center of her forehead, Dysnomia fell slack in death.

Gon looked over his shoulder at Hisoka.

The human lowered his throwing arm, "I put her out of her misery."

"As well as kept her from telling Gon what was really going on here. I can't let Gon know that Killua accepted this as a job, as a threat from Illumi. He needs to believe that Killua did this of his own accord~" the magician thought to himself.

Gon stood and stared at Dysnomia's body.

It was undeniable… Killua's scent was everywhere, his bloodlust practically hanging off the strands of her wild hair like ornaments but–

"No. I won't believe it," Gon growled, tears welling in his eyes.

Hisoka raised his eyebrows. He'd expected this but wow! This was truly a spectacular show!

With shaking hands, Gon shed his jacket. He approached the bodies before him, and gently pried Dysnomia's hands off the infant. He took the child in his arms, shuddering at the way its body squished beneath his touch. Gon wrapped the dead infant up in his jacket, and held it cradled against his chest.

He stalked out of the warehouse.

Hisoka trotted along after him, chuckling. "Oh dear, what is it we're doing now?"

"I won't believe that Killua did this. Not until I hear it from his mouth. This could very well all be a big setup to split me and Killua up."

"Oh, Gon. You have no idea how correct you are~"

The magician watched with a chuckle on his lips as Gon marched off into the rainy night, heading back for the apartment. Where he knew that Killua had returned.

Rain poured from the sky, thunder cracked above, and a tan skinned hybrid boy walked the streets of Yorknew City. People milled around him, and the headlights of cars flashed across him. He held his jacket balled against his chest, and a fire burned in his eyes.

No one stopped him, no one had a single clue - or even a care - for what it was wrapped up in his jacket. No one was aware that he held the youngest of Killua's victims close to his heart. No one knew what he had just witnessed, or the reason behind the shadow across his face.

Millions of humanoids lived in Yorknew City, and the hybrid with the midnight horns was just another face in the crowd.

Determination burned within him, his head was completely empty of any and all thoughts. He needed to hear it. He needed to hear it from the Valkyrie's lips.

There was no way…

There was no way the boy with the iridescent eyes and the fluffy crown of white hair had done this. The boy who curled next to him beside the fire all those nights, the boy who leaned on his shoulder as they watched the sunset, there was no way he was capable of this degree of cruelty.

A sob wracked the boy's shoulders, and salty tears joined the symphony of raindrops spilling down his cheeks and neck. Not Killua. No, not him.