My treasure // Killugon

I - The x new x boy

Today I heard that someone was moving in next to my house, it was a small, teal cottage, with a bird house at the front garden along with a bird feeder accompanying it.

Nobody ever wanted to really move in there, as everybody's heard about my disgusting family, about how we're assassins. Not me though, I'm an ex-assassin, meaning I don't do it anymore. I got tired of killing people, as it was affecting my emotions and mental health in general, taking away innocent lives... I feel sick to the stomach now every time I see blood. But someone was finally moving in, possibly giving me the chance to meet a new friend.

I chilled out in my organised room, sketching the house direct from my window. I actually liked to draw and sketch scenerys in my free time, it was calm. And relaxing for the benefit of it.

I decided to lightly shade it in, the exact colour of the house too.

'Maybe I could draw the boy in the yard... if there even is a boy my age...' I think calmly to myself as I sketch out the backyard and the shining, white picket fences, lining up in a perfect square of their property.

The sun starts to slowly fade beyond the grassy hills, shrouding it with an enchanting golden colour, along with the colourful flowers that were beautifully scattered along the horizon, stretching out far than the eye can see. 

Today had the most beautiful sunset I had ever seen with my bare, blue eyes. Maybe the neighbours were arriving tomorrow. I would probably wake up from the menacing sound of the moving truck, the engine making loud, annoying noises as the wheels drive along the gritted stone path.

I leave my notepad and pencils in a draw full of random art supplies like pens, pencils, notepads and more.

I waddle over to my bed and flop down onto it, the bed creaking from the impact. As I move closer to the top of my bed where I'd lay my head. But the setting sun disrupted my lazy night thoughts, as the setting sun beamed into my room, it hit my face, gleaming past my eyes as I furrow my eyebrows, wrinkles appearing on my forehead in the process.

I decided to get up and draw the curtains shut, laying back down onto my bed and tugging the covers over my skinny body. I slowly shut my eyes and await for the next day to slowly take course, drifting off into a calming sleep.

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I slowly awoke the next day, the sound of a moving truck ringing through my ears as I slowly sat up, tucking my red, scratched knees into my chest, resting my small chin onto them to get a bit comfortable before fully awakening.

I hear a lady talking outside as I get curious and lean my head closer to the window, wanting to listen more into their conversation even though I know it's rude to ease drop, it's not like they'll ever know!

I end up leaning too far forward as I topple over onto the wooden floor, knees clashing against the wall as I wince in pain and hold my now throbbing knees again, caressing them to make the pain go away.

"Grandma, tell Gon to come help with these boxes!" I hear a lady's voice command. I rush towards the window again and peer above the windowsill, seeing if she has a son. But I guessed she did, considering that a teenage boy would just walk away.

I consider the fact I could help them, but then I shake that thought away as I would just seem immensely awkward in that kind of situation.

I continue stalking them, but not in a weird way, as I decide to go closer and move to my garden. That way I can hear everything.

I run down the stairs, almost tripping over my own feet on the way down. I hear a frightening, sinister voice call my name from around the corner.
"Killu. Where are you off to." I hear Illumi ask me, as I sigh out and look at him.
"I'm not answering your bullshit today you mole. Go to your husband hisoka, I'm sure he will love to be accompanied by his favourite pin cushion." I reply, smirking to myself as Illumi sighs, full of annoyance.
"Fine Killu. We shall discuss this same topic later then." Illumi adds, walking away as his flat shoes click against the wooden tiles of the floor.