Itami || Killua Z.

7.1

"I'm thinking out loud, things we won't talk about."
- 'Idea of Her,' by Cavetown

TW // minor gore and hisoka holding your arm bone

"Look, [y/n], you're aiming for Number Two," Killua huddled the three of you in a circle, starting to explain what his plan was, "and when he tries to catch it, Hisoka will pull it back. Before we do any of that, do you think that you could pull out your arm, [y/n]?"

"I mean, yeah, but why?" you wondered what he was thinking.

"You said that you needed to get out for us to win, correct?" he placed a hand on your shoulder, watching as you slowly nodded. You still weren't sure what he was planning, but you were happy to help in any way that you could. "That's what we're going to do. As long as you're comfortable with it, Hisoka and I will hold your bones as decoy's, in case the ball comes towards us."

"That won't work," you harshly whispered back to Killua, who had just finished explaining what would go down. "How–?" you stopped yourself from saying something else, still confused and irritated over it. "Wouldn't that still get you out? Because it's could be classified as some strange accessory you have."

"Just trust me, I promise that it'll all work out," Killua handed the ball to you, waiting for you to take it. He seemed confident that his plan, the one that involved you, would work somehow. 

You stared at the ball and it seemed to be glaring back at you. You decided to narrow your eyes, maybe that would make it go away. You sighed before grumbling and grabbing the ball, looking for where Killua told you to hit it. 

"If this doesn't work, then you owe me dinner," you looked over at Killua, who nodded his head.

"And if it does work, you're the one who's buying."

You took a deep breath before throwing the ball at the twig that was Number Two. You watched as Hisoka's Nen stretched, pulled like taffy, and almost hit Number Two before Hisoka pulled it back. While he was keeping the ball in play, you felt your arm go limp. It felt empty and you felt your control over your arm cease. You handed it to the clown, thinking it'd be better to give him the first one. 

You looked over to Killua, "Uh, so I can't pull my other one out by myself. Could you?" You grabbed his arm, the one with the gash you created in it, and began patching it up. "And I won't be able to heal your other arm until I have one working arm."

"That's fine," he grabbed your arm, a soft grip on your wrist, before extending his fingernails and slicing your arm open. He grabbed the bone, pulling on it harshly to detach it, and successfully pulled it out. "That's was...a bit disturbing. How'd you even come up with this?" he held your bone in his hand, wiping off any excess blood and letting it drop to the floor.

You stared down at your useless arms, the dummy effect taking its hold on them. "It was mostly influence by your brother, but some of it had to do with the whole 'milk makes your bones stronger,'" you shook your shoulders, making sure that they were properly working. 

"Are your bones strong?" Killua then proceeded to try and bend your bone. You couldn't wack him with your hands, so you decided that kicking his shin was the better answer. He huffed and stopped, "They are, but I could still break them."

"I'm glad you know that, but save the bone breaking for when it gets hit by the ball," you sighed and took your place at the very back. Due to how many of your team was left, you were all spread far apart. You didn't really mind the whole plan, you just didn't think it would work. Killua did find a loophole through the rules, but there were still what if's circling around your head.