A/N: Renaglory, thank you once again for the review. I always enjoy reading them. Idol-Sequence, thank you for your reviews and I also really ship Killua and Renee but things will get rocky between them, just wait! Havanatitiana, thank you for your review and since you asked for it, here you go! An extra just to let you all in on what Killua and Renee did on Zevil Island. To all those that favorited and followed my story as well as to my silent readers, I give you all my thanks. Enjoy this extra!

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EXTRA

= DAY 4; NIGHT =

That night after the whole fiasco, Killua and Renée sat around the fire they had built. They didn't go to the lake as planned, but they aren't that far from it either.

Killua had reasoned out that the lake was in a clearing where they'll be easily spotted so they should use the trees as cover since it's a denser part of the island.

'But earlier he was all like "Let's go higher up the island where there is no protection and we're farther from the water source!" Stupid-head.' the red-head mocked him in her head.

"Stop that." The boy said, irritated.

"Stop what? I'm not even doing anything, just making our dinner."

"You're also saying bad things about me in your mind. I already admitted you were right about the cave thing."

The girl looked back at him dumbly until she felt the heat rise up her neck. "But I didn't say anything!"

"It's written all over your face, 'stupid-head'! You must be really tired 'cause you could use better insults." Killua smirked as he poked the meat she was roasting with his finger.

Renée swatted his hand hard with a stick and yelled, "Shut up, old man! You don't get to eat anything!"

The assassin clicked his tongue at her and so he snatched a portion of the meat and, before she could do anything, ate it with gusto. With every bite, he seemed to get hungrier because of its delicious flavor.

The bird's meat was very juicy and sweet, which was curious because she had only roasted it. Then he saw a lone petal on the skin which he immediately recognized as honeysuckle.

"Say, isn't honeysuckle poisonous? Not that I have a problem with it since I'm immune." he asked her before she could take a bite.

"Aww, are you worried about me?" she cooed, much to his embarrassment. She giggled at his reaction and bit down on the meat in her hands. She sighed in contentment as its flavor spread in her mouth.

Killua eyed her warily. 'It won't be my fault if she dies. I'll just bury her and tell Gon I didn't see her. Yep, that's what I'm gonna do.'

"The flowers aren't poisonous. It's the berries that you need to watch out for." she smiled as she held the flowers up. "Honeysuckle is very sweet, much like its namesake."

Killua realized that in the dim glow of the campfire, Renée is actually very pretty.

He also found that he liked the way she looked. Red hair in a messy bun, intense gray eyes, slightly tanned skin to contrast his deathly pale complexion, strong and toned muscles, and soft, pink lips. She was also beautiful on the inside as she was kind, selfless, brave, and smart.

He wouldn't mind having a girl like her.

'What the hell am I thinking!? So what if she's attractive? Wait… Scratch that! She isn't attractive at all! She's ugly and flat!' he nodded smugly despite his red face.

"Are you okay? You're all red and smiling to yourself. Are you drunk? I don't think I put a stimulant or any of the sorts in the meat. Besides, aren't you immune?" she snapped him from his thoughts.

Panicking, he opted to say the first thing that came in his mind. "It's just that the chicken is very beautiful…in taste that I think you would become a great woman…epicure hunter!" He smiled awkwardly, inwardly cringing at how poorly he handled his thoughts.

Not noticing how weird his statement was, she gave him a small smile. "Yeah I thought of that too, especially after the second phase where Menchi admitted my cooking was great even though she failed me. But I don't really know how that works and I don't like being limited to that one choice either. Besides, I'm only here for Gon, so that he can find his father. There's not much I want to do."

Understanding what she meant, Killua nodded and solemnly ate his portion. "I also don't know what to do after the Hunter Exam. I took it out of boredom and to escape my family. I guess I'll just keep on running."

"You can always join Gon and I. We'll look for his father. No one has a clue as to where he is so I think that'll make a great adventure. I'm sure Gon would be delighted if you come. You're his best friend."

The silver-head furrowed his brows in confusion. "Aren't you supposed to be his best friend?"

"Me? Oh, no. I am his sister, childhood friend, and confidant. You, however, have fallen into a different category in Gon's heart. You are someone he can relate to and can openly be as gross a man could be. As much as I hate to say it, but it's because you're both boys. You'll understand each other more than I can try." she shrugged.

Killua blushed at the thought of being someone's best friend. "Stop that, it's embarrassing."

Renée laughed at his flustered state.

She woke up and her eyes stared at a familiar ceiling.

Looking towards her left, she saw the same family picture.

Oddly enough, she noticed that it was dark, meaning that it was still in the middle of the night.

A crash alerted her to an unwanted presence in the house and she immediately ran towards her closet to retrieve her sword, its maroon shade glinting in the moonlight.

She held the weapon close to her chest, her heart thumping loudly against her ribs. Cold sweat dripped down her back as she listened to unfamiliar footsteps that padded past her room.

Then she heard a scream.

'Mehika!'

She bolted out of her room and ran across the hall where she saw a tall man carrying the limp body of her sister.

"Let her go!" she screamed as her power pulsed.

The man faltered for he didn't see a 6-year old girl with a sword running towards him, he saw a misshapen monster threatening to swallow him whole.

The image vanished in a blink of an eye and he saw his partner stand behind an unconscious red haired little girl.

"I took care of their parents and gave you the easier job of handling the targets. If I hadn't finished quickly, you would've been stabbed by a 6-year old girl. You are getting sloppy, Xing." another man said condescendingly.

In contrast to Xing, he was older and smaller and, though he was toned, he was less bulky. He had slightly long dark hair that reached his shoulders, and an almost bored expression on his face.

This man carried the girl on his shoulders, picked up her weapon, and motioned for Xing to follow him.

"Are you sure it's okay to make a deal with these guys? From what I heard they're assassins. They could've just killed the girls." Xing said to his partner as they walked through the woods.

"The elders don't want them dead. Some sort of superstitious belief, I think. And these assassins were hired for a different purpose. We were hired to do the 'dirtier' work. You shouldn't complain. Work is work. Besides, they've paid us a whole damn lot." he smirked.

The taller man looked at his companion and snorted with glee. "If you say so, Tasha."

Renée woke with a start, her hair sticky with sweat.

Her eyes scanned the surroundings and she found Killua sleeping soundly next to her.

'A dream. About Xing and… Tasha?'

She hugged her knees, not knowing about what to think of her dreams. Everything seemed so real.

Her village.

Her sister.

Her parents.

She was afraid that they were true.

What scared her most was how Tasha was connected to her life. It was more than she could've imagined.

'I took care of their parents…'

Renée shuddered, hugging her knees closer to her chest.

The red-head glanced at her sword and noticed how it gave a maroon sheen under the moonlight, just like in her dream. She held it and hugged it as the child in her dreams did.

'You'll see on the ship.' That was all Tasha had told her, as if he didn't want to explain how he came to possess such an object.

Then she cried.

Heart wrenching sobs escaped her and she couldn't stop them. She buried her face on her knees, letting the tears flow.

Two arms stretched out and cradled her, making her give a startled gasp. Gray eyes met blue and she realized Killua had woken up to comfort her.

"Will you… Will you tell me what's wrong?" he asked tentatively.

Unable to answer him truthfully, Renée just continued to cry uncontrollably. And he let her.

She fell asleep from crying in his arms. Once he was sure she was in REM, the assassin transferred her onto her makeshift leaf-bed.

Killua stared at her sleeping face. Her skin turned blotchy and her eyes became slightly swollen. She still had a bit of mucus running down her nose and he chuckled softly before wiping it with his sleeve.

She was so inexplicably human that it made him feel human.

"This is why you're so beautiful." he sighed, settling down beside her. However, he did not get a bit of sleep as he was worried that she might get nightmares again.

= DAY 5; NOON =

Renée looked awful.

Her eyes were swollen and her hair was a tangled mess. She stunk so much of sweat and soil that every time she inhaled, she gagged at her scent.

Killua made fun of her, saying that it was her "natural scent".

The red-head thwacked him with her sheathed sword and decided to have a quick soak in the lake.

"Refill our bottles before you do! I don't think I'll be able to drink 'Ren germs'!" the silver-head called out.

"Shut up, stupid old man!" she retaliated, but did as he said anyway.

Instead of stripping, she decided to wash herself with her clothes on. Just so she could wash her clothes at the same time. The only thing she removed was her hair tie, which let loose a mass of tangled up red hair.

"What I'd give for a brush." she grumbled.

As she was about to finish washing herself, she decided to submerge whole self under the lake as some form of a final rinse.

She immediately regretted it when she came face to face with a serpent's body that was easily wider than two of her combined.

'That's why that man didn't follow me after I left him on the lake.'

Panicking, Renée clumsily hauled herself towards the grassy shore, but as soon as she reached the surface, she found that she somehow waded into the deeper parts.

"KILLUA!" she yelled desperately.

The assassin immediately heeded to her plea and found her thrashing about in the lake's waters.

"Geez. Now you're telling me you can't swim?" he asked in a bored tone. She responded by thrashing around some more.

Sighing, he made his way into the water. "What sort of islander-!"

He was cut off by a sudden upward force from the water and he finally saw what she was so terrified of.

An enormous fresh water serpent; and Renée was trapped in the middle of it, gasping for air and doing all she could to not die.

The serpent hasn't really spotted them yet, so Killua quickly ducked under the water and swam towards the red-head. He grabbed her by the waist which caused her to panic more and struggle against his grip. Irritated, he clasped his hand over her mouth and pulled her under.

Renée blinked as Killua weaved around the snake's writhing coils. In no time, they reached the surface and both gasped for air.

For some reason, the snake didn't follow them on land, which the red-head was grateful for.

They scrambled to their feet and ran back to their hiding spot.

"How the hell do you manage to get yourself in the tightest spots possible!?" the silver-head complained, panting.

She laughed half-heartedly and looked at his weary face. "They just love me. Don't you know I'm popular?"

Killua couldn't hide the smile playing on his lips, and soon they were laughing on the forest floor.

"I'll build a fire so we can dry our clothes on a branch. When our water runs out, you'll be getting it. What bird do you want to eat next?" she said.

= DAY 6; AFTERNOON =

Killua found them a new place to hide in that was just near the starting point. This way, they could easily run there when time's up.

Renée propped herself on the grass, looking at her phone and debating whether to call Tasha or not.

This internal struggle has been going on since last night and she's become restless.

'I also want to ask about my dreams.'

"Why do you have a phone and Gon doesn't?" the boy asked suddenly.

"It's Aunt Mito's spare phone. She entrusted it to me so that I can reach her if something happened and vice versa." she said showing it to him.

Upon examining it, the silver-head noticed something. "It's an old model."

"Well, Gon and I live on a very small, and somewhat isolated, island. Technology isn't very advanced in our hometown." she harrumphed, snatching the phone back. "Don't you have a phone, you spoiled little rich boy?

"No I don't. I don't even go out much unless when there are missions. During those missions, I only use our family's public phone. I'm not even expected to contact them when I'm through. I'm just expected to finish the job and return home." he said glumly.

"Then how did you know this was an old model?" she wondered.

"My older brother is tech savvy. He's a useless lump of fat but he does know his gadgets very well." Killua smirked, remembering his pig-like brother.

"Do you miss them?"

The assassin was caught off-guard by her question and he thought deeply about the answer.

"I've never been away from home this long and I don't have anywhere to go, but it definitely beats the suffocating mansion and all the horrible things they make me do. So no, I don't miss them. As far as I'm concerned, I'm merely a tool to keep the Zaoldyeck lineage going." he stated honestly.

Renée absorbed all he has said and noted how dreary his life must've been to choose being homeless over family, meals, and a roof over your head.

'I don't even know who my real family is but Gon and Tasha surely beats them.'

Then she remembered her dream about Tasha and she sadly stared at the phone in her hand once more.

Killua noticed how her mood instantly dropped, and he was really curious as to why she's been so sad. "Do you miss them?"

The girl turned towards him and laughed at how he threw her question back. "They're my whole life so yes, Killua, I do." she stated immediately.

"No second thoughts? No doubts?" he tested her.

She sighed again. "Back then there weren't. Now, I'm not so sure."

"Why not?"

"I've been having dreams, Killua, dreams of my childhood before the slave ship. I don't know how it's possible so don't ask me but I'm starting to believe they're true."

"So what makes you doubt the family you have now?" he asked, confused.

"It's Tasha. In my dreams, he killed my parents and took me away from my home. I really don't want to believe that but do you remember what Xing said back in Trick Tower? He knew Tasha like he was an old friend. I'm scared to believe in it because I don't know what would happen now." she choked out, holding in a sob.

Killua thought this over for a while and he gave her a small smile. "Tasha must have known who you are. That's why he took care of you, to atone for his mistakes. He's taking care of you so that he can make up for those times that you weren't because of him. He hid it from you because he didn't know how to tell you something so life-changing. Or something like that."

Renée was amazed at how quickly he pieced that together and smiled back at him. "You really are an old man."

END OF EXTRA.

A/N: And that's it! I hope you all enjoyed this, and I've included a little something for all KilluaxRenee shippers. Next up would be the final phase!