Blood of the Children

Mr. Reolio

An: You best believe Leorio was going to show up. And I lied about Gon being in this chapter lmao. Sry lol

Almost got sent to the mental hospital but weaseled myself out of that one :) my medication is all wacky rn so sorry of this is a lazy chapter. I'm so glad we only live once cuz I refuse to do this shit again

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After a talk with his dad, he was taken from the room by two burly looking men and shoved into a cold, concrete room.

The men who brought him in were both taller than him, one muscly and the other was plump. They shut the door and the muscly guy gestured to him, his green polo shirt straining, "Clothes, off."

Killua was taken aback, "Excuse me?" he crossed his arms over his chest protectively.

The man frowned deeper than before, "We have to check for contraband. From now on you refer to everyone in green as Sir or Ma'am, is that understood?"

He gulped and pulled his shirt over his head, "Yeah," he answered quietly.

"You address me as you speak to me, Zoldyck!" The man snapped.

"Yes, Sir," he corrected, looking down at his shirt ruffled up in his hands. "Uhm– would you like me to fold this... Sir?"

The man looked at the shirt and sighed, "No, let's just get this over with, got it?"

Killua nodded and took the rest of his clothes off until he was just in his underwear. He raised an eyebrow at the man, he nodded, so he slipped them off as well. His first instinct was to cover himself but he was firmly directed not to when he tried.

"Turn around," the large man next to him gruffed.

As he turned, the man spoke up again, "Spread 'em," he hesitated but did as he was told, giving the men two coughs, actively refraining from covering himself.

The brawny man yawned, "Alright, turn back and open your mouth," Killua figured he must be tired of doing this all the time. Who even signs up for this job? He wondered as he obeyed.

The man came forward with a flashlight and tongue depressor and searched his mouth, under his tongue and the back of his throat.

"All clear," he called back to the chubby guard and stepped back from his face. "Alright, kid, you're ready to go."

Killua opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by the man covering his mouth with a large hand, "You're not allowed to speak unless spoken to, understand?" He nodded. "Alright, well now you have to go take a written test in the infirmary, when you're done, tell the nurse and he'll let you out."

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Killua was lead all the way to the infirmary in new clothes that consisted of an orange t-shirt, khakis, and his old boots. A new pair of boxes and socks, as well.

He was given a clipboard and test sheet before being directed to sit on the blue bench against the wall.

"What do I write with?" he asked, sitting down while receiving a glare from the guard.

He shoved a crayon into his hand, "Don't speak unless spoken to, kid. Last warning," Killua gulped and looked down at his paper.

The questions were more of a survey than anything else, and would be relatively easy to fill out if it wasn't so personal.

Question 1.

Do you struggle with same-sex attraction?

Yes No

Question 2.

Have you ever pleasured yourself inappropriately? If so, did you do so with fantasies of a same-sex partner?

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He looked up at the guard, the nurse sitting in the corner with a cigarette in his lips, "Uhm..." he hadn't even gotten to the end of the page, three more pages left to go.

"Answer honestly. We've seen plenty of kids try to get out of this by lying, and that doesn't slide here," he said firmly, almost reading his mind.

Killua sighed and shook his head, how embarrassing, he thought guiltily.

He reluctantly filled out the whole survey and handed the clipboard to the nurse who chuckled as he read through his answers.

The man pointed at him, "you're gayer than Rupaul, kid," he snickered.

Killua frowned, "ain't that why I'm here?"

The nurse leaned back in his chair, taking a drag of his cigarette, "I guess," the black haired man looked him in the eyes and lowered his voice even though the guard had left. "Kid, the only reason I work here is to pay the bills, I don't actually want to be here," he admitted,

His eyes widened, "why would you not want to help children like me though, Mr...?"

"Mr. Palidinight, but call me Leorio when we're alone. What church are you a part of? Wait, no, let me guess... Mormen?" Leorio added.

Killua raised an eyebrow, not happy with him dodging the question, "God's Children," he responded.

Leorio snapped his fingers, "that's that cult, right? Well, I guess they're all cults, but I digress."

"It's not a cult, Mr. Reolio."

"I don't give a shit kid, what are you going to do, huh? Kick my ass? That wouldn't be very holy of you," Leorio snipped. "Also it's Leorio, get it right!"

Killua sighed through his nose, "whatever, what do I do now?" He asked, ready to move on.

The nurse looked back down at his survey and scanned over it once more, "well, I'll have to call in the guards again to escort you to your dormitory," he responded, sounding bored.

"Dormitory?" He questioned.

Mr. Palidinight raised his head and nodded, "basically just a big room with a bunch of bunks. There are motion sensors that are set with alarms, so don't try getting up in the middle of the night, 'Kay?"

Killua frowned and chewed the inside of his cheek, "what if I need the bathroom?" He wondered aloud.

"The guards come in the dorm before lights out and get anyone who needs the bathroom then, but otherwise you'd have to wait till morning," he explained, setting the clipboard down on his desk and tossed his cigarette in an ashtray.

He nodded, "I see... anything else I should know before I get started?"

Leorio hummed and pinched his chin, "well, if I were you, I'd stay away from the egg and tuna salad at lunch. Otherwise, you'll figure it out on your own," he advised, grimacing at the thought. "The guards will tell you how your schedule will look and what goes on around here, in short at least."

Killua looked down at his feet, his beat up, too big boots staring back at him. He looked up, "will my family get to visit?" He asked, worried about his siblings.

"Sure, but only after three months. Gotta get you motivated, you know?"

He nodded and stood up, "alright, can you call the guards then?"

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The guards led him to the dorm and showed him where he'd be sleeping; the floor.