Restart {KilluaxReader}

1.10

She sat in the middle of the crowd.
Everyone was talking ignoring the small little girl with a broken, lonely heart.
Her mother had just died,
and nothing could ever heal the girls heart.
••••

A boy maybe a year older then her pulled a chair next to her

"Hi!" He said enthusiastically.
She puffed.
"Hello.."
"My names Michael." He said pulling two toy cars out his pocket.
"I'm y/n." She said with a confused voice as he handed her the toy car.
"What's this for?" y/n asked.
"Oh, do you want to play? I saw you sittin' alone. You looked sad. Like when my daddy died and my mom was sad."
y/n took the car admiring the colors.
"Where's your mommy?" She asked sliding off the chair setting herself onto her knees.
"She's on a vacation. Thats what my sister says. But she hasn't been back in a very long time." Michael said sitting next to her.

Michael and y/n played. After forgetting about her recent loss y/n enjoyed the boys presence.
They pretended the cars were going to outer space, to catch the monkey that was going to eat mars.

"Ready captain?!" Michael yelled as his toy car was set on top of the chair.
"Lets do this!" y/n shouted as she slid her car across the floor.

The car bumped into a women's high heel. She felt it turning around and picking it up.
She looked towards the little girl and smiled.
y/n recognized this smile. It was the smile people gave with pity. The smile the people gave her when they went to take her away to a new home.

y/n got up and grabbed the car from her fingers.
"Thank you." She muttered as she walked back to Michael.

"Poor little girl.." The women whispered to her husband.
"Isnt that the boy whos mother killed herself?" The husband responded.
"Hush! Not to loud, idiot!" She scolded as she poured more wine in her glass. Her husband rolled his eyes,
"What's going to happen to the little girl?".
"Well from what I've heard they are going to take her to her mothers father. That old crazy man, Netero."

{Present time}

You and Killua were siting on the front row of the auction.

You were excited but also nervous for how it was going to turn out.

Killua sat beside you, his hands behind his head leaning the chair back.

You sighed rolling your eyes. He looked at you from the corner of his eyes, a small smirk on his lips.
"What?" Killua said looking back at the red curtain hiding an empty stage.
"Sit right baka..." You were interrupted by the parting of the curtains.

The click of footsteps filled the hushed room.
The stage lights slowly turned on.
A small man with a large man behind him appeared.

Your eyes widen as your heart skipped a beat.
"K-Killua.." You barely managed to say as the man started speaking.
Killua already knew but as he got up it was already to late.
Feitans friends had already started shooting.
Killua shielded you. His heart breaking when he saw your scared face.

Even if you were scared. With the constant flash and sharp blasts, you weren't going to just stay there letting Killua get hurt.
You now switched places with him. Shielding him.

But your foot slipped, causing you to fall.

As you went unconscious all you could make out was the raw smell of the fresh blood.

•••

You woke up but you didn't open your eyes.

"I don't want to see what happened...How many people died?
Am I dead? What happened?"
These were your thoughts as you started to wake up more.

Then you remembered Killua.
Your eyes snapped open, looking at your surroundings.

You weren't at the auction anymore.
Instead you were in a room with a small rectangular window above your bed. The walls were tan, with a small painting on one of them. Also a medium mirror on the door. It was cold...really cold.

You pulled the thin blanket around your self.

"Where am I?" You whispered to your self .

Wherever you were it was quite. The only thing you could hear was your quickening breath and the AC.

You slipped your body off the bed. The cold tile floor touching your toes. You looked down at what you were wearing. It was the same thing from the auction night.

You walked over to the mirror on the wall. There were bags under your eyes and your skin was pale.

You look at the door knob, itching to open the door.

Sighing with hesitation you opened the door.

When you opened it, revealed was a living room. The TV was on with a couch in front of.

On the couch sat a man.