DISCLAIMER : Following the word itself "fanfiction", I do not own anything in this fiction and credits belong to the rightful creators of the manga: TOGASHI YOSHIHIRO, the publisher, the broadcasting companies of the anime both 1999 original version and 2011 remake - Nippon Animation and Madhouse, respectively and etc.

REPLIES TO COMMENTS

Milye6 : Naaah... In my entire writing life, this is the only fiction I finished. xD I used to write my own novels and none of them even reached Chapter 20 xD I gave up on them because of the tedious research necessary xD And so far I was inspired about writing this one because I didnt need research for this and the unexplained details about Illumi's intricate personality was never justified within the series. xD (Yes, he's my favorite character ^^; I have a thing for sociopaths xD) Good thing you reminded me. Ill try to check your works as well :D
You'll see within the next chapters if Killua would actually develop sympathy or protective feelings for the poor and deprived little one ^^
And no ^^ He's not gonna get screwed ^^ It's going to be an instruction :D

Infinityworlds : Nope ^^ Killua isn't going to train again with his family. I will somewhat follow what was already given in the series. Silluva finally 'let go' of Killua, setting him free from his responsibilities as a Zoldyck. And he chose to follow a different path which means, a different way of dealing with opponents.
So nope xD He's not gonna train again even in the sequel. However, the sequel is going to be a huge chaos xD

TheOrangeHokageOfTheLeaf : It's going to be in this Chapter ^^ Thanks for the R&R!

CHAPTER 11
- A FAILURE -

It's been a week since Illumi got badly injured. The days felt so long, I did nothing the whole time but stay besides him, attend to his needs and monitor his condition. He's always 'Kil' this and 'Kil' that, asking random questions about himself in the future. How he would look, would he grow "big and tall" like dad, would he start drinking liquor too, stuff like that. He would also casually ask me to tell interesting things about myself, my abilities and such. Nothing about friends.

Other than talking to me every now and then, he would ask me to give him some paper and crayons to doodle, or some books to read. He would also ask me to turn the TV on to watch old-school cartoons. Pretty much his 'normal side' as a kid his age... Only that he was responsible, self-reliant and independent. He would drink his meds without complaints regardless how awful it tastes, he would sleep on time, and finish his food without leftovers. He would also comply to his homework given by the private tutor and review his lessons to catch up while being under recovery although sometimes he would still ask for my help on some questions that were a bit difficult. Sounds like the perfect child every parent is looking for right?

Makes me think, why did he sneak out from his Pain Tolerance Training that day when I first came? He's not the type who would do it for mischief... Although he told me that he was 'protecting the estate from intruders like me' when I asked him why, I am pretty sure he just didn't want to admit to himself that he was too scared to fail again as he presumably have before. I also did sneak out countless times when I was his age not because I was afraid of failing but because I am sick of the pain being inflicted on me and partly also for mischief... But we're two different people so it's completely irrelevant.

On the other hand, I'm still with not much luck about getting the information I wanted however. The only thing I found out was the former babysitter's name, age and somehow at a very little reliability rate, the appearance as he drew the person for me to see then crumpling it right away, throwing it into the trashbin. The only thing he tells me about her death was that she needs to 'leave' and be 'forgotten'. Although he never admitted to the murder of the said person, it was considered a conclusion that he was the one indeed who killed her. He won't detail further. He said she was no fun and there's no point talking about her because she had 'left' and was already 'forgotten'. I don't think he just killed her because she was 'no fun'... I believe it's more than just that, and that's what I needed to find out.

11 in the midnight.

I walked up to him, knelt down to his level and tied his shoelaces for him.

"Haaaands UP!" He did as I bid him, then sliding a hoodie through his tiny, short arms all the way down, over his shirt. I fixed the collar and shoved his bangs to the side.

"There! You look all neat and handsome just like me!" I gave him a pat on his head. "Call it, Kill-style! Now that's fashion!" I was actually proud to say I was the one who chose what he would wear. Surprisingly, he did not object to any of my suggestions.

"So you dress up like this when not wearing your uniform?" He looked down on his hoodie, grasping it with both hands. "You were wearing baggy shorts and sweatshirts when you first came here..."

"Cooler than that, kiddo! I dress like a star!" I snapped my fingers at him. "It's cold outside so you needed to wear a coat at least!"

He remained expressionless as usual, looking straight through my eyes.

"Why are you looking back at me like that? Get a backbone cuz you'll be kicking some ass tonight! Show me the guts!" I slapped his butt to cheer him up. "Haha!" I chuckled. "Don't be nervous! You can do it!"

"I sure do know I can do it... You didn't need to remind me..." He turned his back and headed for the door.

"Hai, hai... Bocchama..." I smirked as I followed behind him, sliding my hands on my pockets.

His recovery was pretty fast. Although he won't tell, it was pretty obvious that he was trying his best to get well as soon as he can. He seemed like he was guilty for passing out too soon on his Pain Tolerance Test last week and would like to make up for it this time. I somehow sympathize him for being lonely most of the time. During my time when I was his age, I had a lot of people to play around with and Gramps, Dad and Mom wasn't too busy since the big Illumi was always there to help them around with almost everything. I had everyone's attention back then, being the family's prodigy and the next heir. Contrary to this time period, all of the work load was on Dad and Gramps and mom musn't be stressed because she is pregnant so nobody basically had time to spend for him other than during trainings. He only usually had his babysitters to care for him...

Realizing that, a little part of my mind somehow felt bad for him... specially after knowing what Dad and Gramps think about him which is the inevitable and unchangeable truth.

You just can't simply tell a child that he's potentially a psycho and so you can't just simply trust him or have higher hopes for him without scarring him for life, right?

He's trying his best to live up to their expectations, being a perfectly obedient, self-reliant and independent son he must be, simply because he somewhat felt it... that his parents have already deemed him unqualified to be the heir, and might end up with no use.

And right now, on his very first mission, none of them was actually there to at least give him some moral support. Other than me, his personal butler, rather his own brother... the one he used to look after before...

Hah! Moral support on murdering people? Am I using the right expression? Oh, the irony... If he had murdered quite some people even before his first mission tonight, then true enough he has nothing to be nervous about...

He's not supposed to take this mission anyways if Dad and Gramps didn't have an emergency to attend to.

Regardless, Dad won't be around to help him anyways. He finally made up his mind and have declared his orders last week, the moment he told me to follow him to the meeting hall to discuss some important matters...

"You heard it right..." Dad sternly spoke in his usual deep voice.

"But..." I stammered, hesitant and confused about his decision.

"You must be grateful and take it as a compliment."

"I am grateful and flattered to be granted of your utmost trust, however, my skills aren't enough yet to train the Young Master in your place as I myself also needs to train more for the better of my service..."

"If you're talking about Nen, you're mistaken. I am telling you to take my place in training him physically. Pain Tolerance, Combat Abilities, and such... It's an order. We don't ask people favors. We always pay the right price, if that's your concern. I don't have enough time to train him myself as it's just me and my dad nowadays so it's good to make use of your abilities as also his personal assistant and butler..."

"Yes Master..." I bowed in agreement, despite still confused about how I felt about his decision.

"Tonight at 12 will be your Special Lessons for the said newly assigned task. Dad will be the ones to personally give you the instructions. You have five consecutive nights for it."

"Yes Master..."

"Dismissed..."

And that all explains why I'm the one sending him off right now on his very first mission and supervising him.

It was too strange to imagine. The whole family NEVER entrust tasks like this to a non-family member. Let alone teaching them the ways of the Zoldycks to be able to pass on the knowledge and skill to the little devil. It's a huge no-no! A taboo! The Zoldyck's skills is one of the family's top secret. A 'stranger' like me might leak it out and use it against them. Don't they even realize that?! Is that how they are desperate right now?

Nope. It seems like I was the one missing out something...

Does it mean, Dad knows that I'm actually a Zoldyck myself? Or he plans to use me at the moment and SURELY dispose of me afterwards...?

Eitherways dangerous...

I never thought things would turn out this way. I was such a fool not to consider these things from happening the moment I decided not to change my typo back in the present...

And now I'm stuck once again, as always in my own dungeon...

END OF CHAPTER 11