Destiny (Killua x Reader)

My ✕ Life ✕ Saver

The sun shone brightly in your face, causing you to open your eyes. You woke up miserably as you sat on the bed, trying to remember everything that had happened.

All of a sudden, the door swung open and a white haired boy walked into the room.

"He's the boy from before... why is he so brutally injured?"

He walked over as he saw you.
"Oh, you're awake?"

He sat down next to you with his arms behind his head as he turned to you.

"Hey, how old are you?"
He asked playfully.

You hesitated for a moment before replying.
"U-Uh, I'm 10 years old."

He grinned.
"I knew you were the same age as me."

You couldn't fathom why he was acting so carefree around a stranger like you, nor could you understand why he was unperturbed by the wounds all over him.

"Hey... can I know your name?"
You asked attentively.

"I'm Killua, and you?"
He replied with an amiable smile.

"I'm (y/n)."

His eyes observed you from head to toe, then he leaned in so that his face was closer to yours.
"Hmm, (y/n) huh?"

You blushed slightly and averted your eyes from him anxiously.
"Hey (y/n), will you be my friend?"

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Your P.O.V
I couldn't understand him at all.

"He is asking me to be his friend? In a situation like this?! How can he act so casual when he's abominably injured? There must be something wrong with him.... just what exactly happened last night? Wait... last... night...?"

Then, everything flashed back to me.

Bloodshed.

The devastating sight of my family being murdered... right before my eyes.

The night where I was caught in despair.

Extreme pain and misery started to fill up my mind as I froze in shock.

"I've lost everything... my family, my home... the place I belong to..."

Subconsciously, tears began to roll down my cheeks.

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"H-Hey, are you alright?!"
Killua asked in a fluster.

"Damn, I don't know how to deal with crying girls."
He thought to himself.

You were too lost in thought to give him a reply.

"Mama... papa..."
You mumble under your breath.

"Oh, right... her entire family just got killed by Illumi..."

Killua patted your head tenderly as he struggled to think of words that could console you.

You look up at him with sorrowful eyes, tears streaming down your face.

You reached out to grip onto his shirt.
"Killua... what happened last night...? Why are you so wounded?"

He scratched his the back of head, concerned by your bemused countenance.

"Uh well, you see, I just kinda got tortured."

Your eyes widened as you gasped incredulously.

"It's no big deal."
He said with a nonchalant look on his face.

"It doesn't look like that to me. Who did it to you?"
You interrogate.

Killua sighed, then he let out a chuckle.

"Geez, I said it doesn't matter... I'm used to it. My family tortures me whenever I do something by my own will. They literally planned out my whole life for me, it sucks."

His story had bewildered you.

"But... what did you do wrong to deserve this?"

He looked away from you.
"It's just my punishment for bringing you back."

You bit your lip, as guilt started to build up inside you.
"He got all these wounds because of me?"