My Enigma

Everything

  "Father, I've done everything you have asked. So please, can I leave now?"

  "You call this complete?" the man scoffed at his son, "Your assignment is to pinpoint their location, and at least brainstorm an efficient method to get the job done. You've done close to nothing, it's pathetic. You will not leave this room until I am satisfied."

  "Can I at le-"

  "Not until you are done."

  The man left his son trapped in a dull room with minimal tools and no viable source of entertainment. He remained there for three whole days until he was let out, only eating a small amount of rice and drinking the smallest amount of water daily until he was freed. His father insisted it was essential for his future, and soon he began to feel the same way. He felt violated and neglected, but began to reconsider, thinking this could be a good thing for his future.

  However, the father could tell that his son did not completely believe in what he deemed necessary, so he knew what had to be done. In a matter of seconds, he was able to locate the problem, and eliminated it the very next day, shamelessly breaking it to his son.

  "B-but father... why? Why d-did you kill him?"

  "It's for your own good, Illumi. Friends will only serve to burden you. I can tell you're about to cry, so fucking stop. In moments like these, I refuse to believe you are even my own son."

  At only eight years old, Illumi Zoldyck witnessed his own father bring him the head of his best friend. From that day forward, his mentality was cemented, and his views aligned similar to Silva. Any displayed emotion was only a sign of weakness, and friends will only get in the way. Silva entrusted Illumi to watch over Killua until he was ready to take over the business, and Illumi will do anything to avoid displeasing his father.

***

  At the end of the day, the duo was still shaken up by what transpired early in the morning. They walked off campus together, feeling stronger than ever.

  "Hey Gon, would you mind walking me home...?" Killua propositioned.

  "Is that a serious question, you don't even have to ask me!" Gon replied, cheerful as always, while Killua did his usual blush at his natural enthusiasm. "Actually, would you rather just stay with me?"

  "Oh yeah, if it's alright. That would be great."

  "If it's alright." Gon quickly remembered how he totally neglected his aunt in the morning. I'm sure she won't mind....

  It was a relatively short walk between the school and Gon's house. The two took their normal route, lost in pointless conversation, paying no mind to their surroundings until they reached a crosswalk.

  Killua hit the metallic button to warrant a walking period. "Streets busy today."

  Gon let out a slight giggle, "Wonder what for. You know, when we get home, is there anything you want to do?"

  There was no response. "...Killua?"

  Gon turned to face his friend, and Killua was looking across the intersection, frozen in fear. He understood why he did not respond, and he could sense malice.

  Illumi was walking directly towards the two.

  He stood in front of the two, towering over them. There were no words spoken or social queues given between any of the three for a good two minutes. Just anticipation. Worry.

  "What did I tell you?"

  There was no response.

  "Killua."

  In this moment, Killua's mind was racing. Almost as if he had been suffering from amnesia, and was getting flooded by old memories. Everything was weighing on him. He was thinking about everything from the moment he was born. The beginning of his consciousness and what he could remember. The beginning of this school year, and his attraction. His attraction to this one boy. How he saved his life, and how he would do anything to keep him safe, and have him to himself. To protect, to love, and to treat. He was everything to him.

  The mood suddenly changed, and Gon swiftly turned towards Killua, noticing the different atmosphere. He was confused, but was granted no time to think, as his best friend planted his hands behind the other's neck and connected their lips.

  It was sudden and impulsive. There were no actions to take. Gon did not resist. Rather, he gave in, and enjoyed everything that was happening to its full extent. All Illumi could do was watch. Someone so blunt and emotionless felt defeated. He was in shock, and had no idea what to do.

  Killua pulled away, stars in his eyes. His face told a story of longing and release—something he had been wanting to do for a long time.

  No words were exchanged as they grasped each other's hands, walking across the street and away from Illumi, not looking back. The older Zoldyck did not trail behind him. It was the younger's perfect victory.