🚧Taken🚧

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Killua Zoldyck hated the life he was forced into. His parents were part of the mafia, and were trained assassins. Killua didn't really like killing innocent people, but he trained none the less. As he grew up he started to bring in more and more cash from jobs, and his parents eventually let him choose his own future. Well, so long as he still brought in loads of money. So he decided on a line of work that required no deaths. Kidnapping people and selling them for ransom. It went quite well, but if he didn't get enough cash brought in then his allowance would be cut to a quarter. Yeah, he didn't get to keep any money that he made really. 18 and already owning his own mansion, anyone who didn't know him might think his life was perfect. He never hurt the victims, they were worth more unharmed. Well, that was his excuse to his parents. In reality he didn't like harming kids, which were most of his workload. They were easy to kidnap and he actually enjoyed spending time with them sometimes.

He had just dragged in a large catch, 10 grand for a 5 year old. Killua put his hood up and got to walking again, it was one after another in different cities. Then, he saw someone. They were sitting on the edge of a bridge, alone, looking down. What the hell is he doing? Is he stupid? Killua usually kidnapped younger children but he decided this would be a good fit, he was getting tired of searching anyways. Then, he started to slide. Killua bolted forward and quickly brought a hand down on his pressure point, then grabbed his arms and dragged him backwards. He panted for a few seconds, looking down at the unconscious boy. Is he an idiot? He nearly fell! Saving a life wasn't his job, but he hoped this kid might be worth something. He lifted him up bridal style and his eyes widened at how light he was. Damn, am I really that strong? Maybe all that training paid off.

He entered his mansion, it was bigger than the one his parents owned because they used to for making deals with clients. Killua went to his ransom room, it was just a large empty room with a table and a comfortable chair. He made sure to grab ropes on his way in, but lay the green haired teen down in the chair as he set the ropes in a compartment under the table. Meanwhile he ordered a servant to bring him a chocolate cake, one thing he loved about being rich was the bottomless sweets and servants who brought them without complaints. "I have your cake master Killua" Canary said, giving a short bow and placing it down on the table before exiting the room. He let out a sigh and sat down in his own chair, then crossed his legs and ate in silence as he watched the sleeping male. I think he's around my age, maybe a few years younger. Hm...I think the more aggressive approach would work better, it usually does on the older ones. He sat back, and waited.

There was a small movement, then he opened his eyes. Killua sat upright, folding his hands on his lap. "Ughhh....wait...where am I?" He mumbled, then rubbed his eyes and looked up. His eyes widened with shock for a few moments, then his eyes darted around the room. "Welcome" He said coldly, keeping his monotone expression on. He suddenly seemed to dim a little, then settled back with an accepting look. The hell? Does he have no questions? "Name please" He blinked. "O-Oh...Gon Freeces." He hummed, looking him up and down with cold calculating eyes. "Age" Gon shifted a little. "17 and a half" he's not that much younger than me. "If you're going to kill me...just do it" Killua froze. W-What the...fuck? "Come again?" His monotone expression broke a little. Gon raised his eyes, then smiled. Killua knew it was fake, but it was near flawless. He knows how to fake a smile so well...a little too well. "I was gonna jump anyways. I don't really mind" He mumbled. Killua's eyes widened slightly.

He was...on that bridge. Why would he try to commit suicide? He looks like a nice kid. "Anyways, I'm not going to kill you" His heart squeezed a little at the slightly disappointed look on his face. He smiled, it was a cold smile. "You're going to be staying here for a while" He wouldn't tell him about the ransom until he had no hope, then he wouldn't think twice about calling his mother or father. Gon blinked slowly. "Alright" What the fuck? Maybe he was good at hiding his fear, yeah that was it. Killua slid his hands into the compartment and got out the rope, as soon as he placed it on the table he saw Gon freeze, eyes riveted on the object. "N-No" He said in a small voice. "I don't trust you. You're going to need to be tied up" He started to stand up and Gon bolted from the chair, into the corner of the room. Killua frowned slightly, this was irritating. Then he took a step towards him with the rope and Gon started to tremble violently, Killua caught the desperate and scared look in his eyes. "P-PLEASE! NO!" He yelled, tears rolling down his cheeks. Killua paused. He was so calm a moment ago...what changed? He's already been kidnapped, some ropes won't hurt.

"I'm just going to tie you up. Your already kidnapped, what's the problem?" He asked, kind of irritated. Gon crouched in the corner, shivering. "P-Please, don't touch me" He said, voice breaking slightly. Touch...what? Killua took a step back, he was mildly startled. "Touch you? What made you think that?" Gon glanced up with a confused look in his eyes. "The...ropes. Why else would you need them?" Killua froze. It sounds like...it's happened before. Killua felt a bolt of anger. Who the hell would do that to a kid? He looks like he has trauma! "I wasn't going to do that. I'm only going to bind your wrists so you can't run very far" He saw Gon shift a little. "Not...remove my clothes?" Killua was taken aback. This kid definitely has trauma. Sounds like he's been sexually assaulted. He may not be a good person, but that was too far. "How about this. I have handcuffs" He said, pulling some out of his pocket. Killua demonstrated how they went on without locking them. "It's just this, is that fine?"

"A-Alright" He started to slowly come out of the corner, Killua balled up the rope and threw it in the fireplace. "O-Ok" He turned back around, only to be slightly surprised when he saw Gon standing right in front of him with his wrists out. He's just letting it happen? That's strange, even for kids. He clicked on the cuffs, then he saw Gon test how far he could maneuver his hands. Then he hung his head a little, but stayed where he was. "What in the world are you doing?" He muttered. He's so strange- "You're not going to hit me?" Killua's eyes snapped up to meet Gon's, they were slightly sad but accepting. "No" He said, then pointed to the chair. "Why on earth would I do that?" He sat down on the chair, then looked down. "Well...everybody else at school does." He mumbled. Killua's teeth gritted together. Before I send him back home, I'm going to fix him. No kid should live like this. "Why?" He saw Gon smile, but it was another fake one. Why would he be smiling?

"Because I'm short. And have a feminine body, and I'm poor, and weak, and childish, and dumb-" As he went on, tears started to form in the corners of his eyes and he rested his head in his hands. Killua frowned slightly. He's not that short. And he isn't the kind of kid that'd be the subject of bullying. Maybe he doesn't fight back, seems like the sweet type. "You're not. You seem like the average kid" He said honestly, tipping his chin up to look him in the eye. Something sparkled in the depths of those honey brown eyes as they looked at each other for a moment. His eyes are beautiful- Killua cut off his train of thought and let go, breaking the connection and turning away. He felt his cheeks grow a little hot. Fuck. His parents always told him not to get into a relationship, relationships will always backfire. Well, unless if it's with one of your slaves they said. That was the start of something, something dangerous. Something that couldn't happen. I'm going to fix him, then sell him back to his parents. I'm not into guys, Killua Zoldyck you are aromantic.

Gon's chin was tipped up by a thumb, and his eyes met with cold blue sapphires. Woah... The hand on his chin, the eye to eye connection, the silence. He's so...beautiful. Sure he looked a little old, and he didn't exactly have a kind expression. Something about him though, it made Gon...feel. Feel an emotion he hadn't felt in a while. Excitement. Suddenly the white haired male let go and turned away, breaking the eye contact. The moment snapped and Gon looked down, fighting the blush that threatened to rise. N-No. I can't like him, being gay is wrong. And besides, why would he like someone like him anyways? Well...I guess I won't see aunt mito for a while then.

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To be continued...