Don't say, "I love you" | ✔️

XV

Running by definition: the action or movement of a runner.

Killua was so tired of all the running that he had to do today. Killua was a fighter, not a runner. He enjoyed to fight the power and rebel to anything just for a quick fling.

"Listen!" Killua panted out, "This is just a huge misunderstanding!" His blue eyes glowed eerily as a bullet whizzed past his head. He ducked, the projectile grazing a bit of his white locks. "I mean that human no harm!" He pointed back at Gon.

The boy watched wide-eyed with his mouth agape in horror, as Kite fire rounds at Killua. The loud shooting, gave him goosebumps.

Killua pleaded, "I just wanted to help!" His ears rang as the weapon reloaded.

'He's not stopping!' Killua thought in a wild panic. He jumped over headstones like they were hurdles on a track. 'He is really trying to bust a cap in me!'

Things always got interesting when the predator, became the prey. Stuff like this was common for animals who thought they were on the top of the food chain, only to meet their match.

Killua had met his match—Kite.

The man walked forward calmly, crushing anything in his way—grass, flowers, headstones. He didn't care. Kite was in sicko mode. His small beady eyes completely focused on ending their target. Nothing would get in his way.

Killua was too busy looking back to dodge bullets, that he didn't pay attention to what was in front of him. He let out a yell, as his foot knocked into a tree root.

The sudden contact broke his Godspeed run and sent him tumbling to the ground. His face ate the dirt, making the taste of blood hit his lip. A few bullets pierced him, nailing pain in his flesh. He cussed, "Fuck! Fuck!" He scrambled like an egg before he could get folded like an omelet.

Killua rose to his feet, to be slapped back down by the barrel of Kite's gun. The tall man looming over menacingly as he gave a monsterous expression.

Killua timidly backed away, until he pressed against a headstone. A rotten feeling bubbled in his gut that he might have one soon. More bullets met his skin, making agony rattle his body.

"Tch, dang it." Kite fired a few more rounds in Killua's chest. He growled, "You're not gonna die are you? You infused your heart to bond with some poor unfortunate human." Slightly, he lowered his weapon.

Killua trembled, the taste of his own blood still lingering on his lips. His body convulsed as darkness invaded his vision. He laid there helplessly as a rough kick was delivered to his side.

Kite shook his head grimly. His long silver hair blowing in the wind as he turned his back. The man slowly walked away. "You stay far away from that boy with were with. Next time I see you bothering him, I'll track down your human bond and kill the both of you."

Killua furrowed his brow. All he could think of was how he needed to get to Gon. How dare this person try to keep them apart! Bitterly, he wheezed out, "I saved Gon from your crazy driving you, asswipe!"

"Huh?" Kite's head turned profile, to catch a glimpses of the bloody mess he produced. "You know his name?"

Killua hated the way he talked. He talked like he was some champion or something. Killua let him win! He spared his life on a limb, because Gon would be mad at him if he didn't. Yet he couldn't yell such facts at the top of his lungs. He was in too much agony.

Shakily rising to his feet, an aching pain formed in his upper abdomen. He spat out a reason that wouldn't incriminate his sweetheart. "I heard you say it earlier, baka human!"