𝖍𝖝𝖍 𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖘

A Bird in an Empty Sky

Killugon🎣⚡

Summary: Killua Zoldyck lives a secluded existence, trapped in the same daily routine imposed by a demanding family of musicians. When a new kid moves into the house at the end of the street, it might just prove to be exactly what Killua needed to discover the color his life had been missing so far.

Author: jay792 (on ao3)

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The Purple and Green Houses

Prompt: Butterflies and Band-aids

The kid had moved down the block a couple of months ago, right as the school year had started. At first, Killua hadn't even registered that someone his age had moved into the rundown old house at the cul-de-sac. After all, he was usually too busy with evening classes to even bother with distractions, no matter how novel they might be, and his family had made it abundantly clear that he didn't have time to waste on superfluous things like friends. Zoldycks were part of a powerful family. They were meant to be cultivating partnerships with other powerful people or some such nonsense.

And yet, on one particularly boring evening where Killua had been going through the same piano lesson for over two hours, fingers aching, bordering on numb by now, he'd given himself a short break, simply sitting down with his cheek pressed to the cool window to watch the leaves fall. He wanted to allow himself a moment to not think, to let his thoughts wander like another leaf on the wind... which was when he saw a green blur zoom down the street.

Killua perked up almost without realising it, following the green dot down and down and down the hill, where it turned around in a graceful half-loop and skidded to a stop. A kid, Killua realised, on a bike. Since when was there another kid living around here?

Killua found himself watching the boy as he pushed his bike back up the hill, where his own house was. Even from his spot on the second story window, it was obvious the boy was eager to ride his bike downhill again, but after he hopped onto the bike, the weirdest thing happened. He paused, hands still on the breaks, and he turned to look straight at Killua. As their gazes met, the kid's eyes went wide, and he broke into a big sunny smile. Killua found his face growing hot as the boy raised a hand up and waved at him. Whatever else might have happened then didn't, as the kid's bike started moving down on its own now that he wasn't holding the brakes down. The kid yelled - whether because he was excited or startled, Killua wasn't sure- and the bike rapidly made its way back downhill. Killua huffed and quickly close the curtains, unsure why his heart was beating hard in his chest. He knew he had to get back to practicing soon if he didn't want to get in trouble, but a small part of him begged him to get his skateboard from underneath his bed and go out and play. He ignored this urge, sitting at the piano again with a deep sigh and getting ready for another hour of dull, painful practice.

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Killua hadn't seen the boy with the bike after that. Not that he'd been looking for him, of course, but the neighbourhood was so boring, that having a kid playing outside counted as something out of the ordinary. Hell, maybe Killua's own mother had raised a complaint with the neighbourhood association and the kid wasn't allowed outside anymore, on account of him 'disturbing the peace'. Killua could practically hear his mother's shrill voice as she said this over evening tea with the rest of the boring old ladies who lived nearby, and he could feel his eyes rolling at the mere thought of it. Well, that had been that; the kid in green who, like a comet, could only be seen once every century, only in passing. Killua knew it would be selfish to ask for more, for something to break the monotony of a painstakingly boring routine, so he did his best to put it out of his mind.