Gladiator [K.Zoldyck X fem!Reader] (HxH)

20-A Gladiators biggest dream

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We're at chapter 20 already, huh?

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-Shuzuku Higami

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↜3rd Person Pov↝

"Good grief. We have to spend 50 hours in this room?" asked Leorio, sitting down on one of the couches. "Killua." said Kurapika, gaining mentioned boys' attention. "Huh?" "Can you tell me how that technique works?"

"Technique?" asked Killua back, not sure what he was supposed to answer. Kurapika said: "The one you used to instantly remove his heart." "Oh, that wasn't even a technique. I just ripped it out." "Ripped it out?"

The white haired boy looked down at his right hand, saying: "But to make it easier, I manipulated my body a bit." While he said that, his hand was suddenly like claws, capable to easily kill.

The other four looked at him in awe as he said: "Mass murderers are still only amateurs. I used to be a professional. But my old man would've done better. When he removes a heart, you won't see even a drop of blood."

Humming, (Y/N) said: "That's impressive. But it doesn't make for a good show." as she shrugged her shoulders. "With a 'good show', do you mean..." trailed Leorio off, not even wanting to finish his question.

"At the Colosseum, you can win in two ways. For one, you simply defeat your opponent. As for the other, it's just as important. Can you guess what it is?" she asked, a kind smile on her lips, not fitting the words she was saying.

Killua answered: "The show, right?" "100 points to Killua! If you fight in a way that's memorable, you can become truly immortal, even after death. It's a Gladiator's biggest dream." she said, thinking back to the many times her father drilled this into her mind and body.

Gon thought about her words for a moment, then asked: "How can someone become immortal after already dying? Isn't that impossible?" (Y/N) shook her head, saying: "Not quite. Of course they're already dead. But their moment in the arena, the raw emotions you feel when watching someone truly committed to the fight, fully embracing the title as Gladiator... You can never ever forget that Gladiator."

The way her eyes sparkled as she explained all of that was truly mesmerizing. Gon thought it was impressive that she still thought that highly of the position she ran away from. Meanwhile, Killua caught himself staring into her bright, (e/c) eyes.

"Was there anyone like that that you met?" asked Gon, clearly intrigued by the concept. With a wide grin, she answered: "There was. The one Gladiator I remember was my teacher for some time. He would teach me different techniques while he was there. And he was... the strongest."

The adoration and inspiration in her tone caused the white haired boy to look at her. Without much thinking, he asked: "Who is he?" "His name is Chrollo. He was with me for almost three years. Then, he just left one day." she answered, shrugging her shoulders.

Leorio leaned closer to Kurapika, whispering: "We have some dangerous companions, huh?" "As long as they're on our side..." trailed Kurapika off, thinking the same as his friend. They had seen them fight.

Killua's speed and lack of hesitance was incredible. Not to mention, he was raised by elite assassins, so he was remarkably dangerous. As for (Y/N), her methods are rather brutal, from what they could see. But that's the way she was taught to fight. To please the crowd. Despite that, she was probably just as deadly as Killua was. To put it simply, do not- under any circumstances- fight them. Ever.

"Anyways! We have more than two whole days." stated Killua, looking at the screen that displayed the time they had left. Gon turned to face his friends, asking: "What should we do, Killua, (Y/N)?"

"First, we should search the room for any kind of entertainment." "Yeah!" Raising her hand into the air, (Y/N) said: "Oh, let's play some games later!" "Sure!" called Gon out, copying their smiles. As they went to search the room, Leorio watched with an annoyed expression, saying: "Man, you kids don't have a care in the world."

↜Time skip: a few hours later↝

↜(Y/N) Pov↝

I watched closely as Killua showed me and Gon a trick with his skateboard, my eyes sparkling in awe. He caught it with ease, saying: "If you hesitate on the first step, you'll hurt yourself." "Got it." said Gon and me at the same time.

He handed the skateboard to Gon, who went and tried to do the trick. He tried, and failed. The skateboard flew my way, almost hitting my head. I quickly ducked, hearing how it hit the person that was sitting behind me.

"Hey! What are you doing?" asked Leorio, glaring at us. "Sorry, sorry." apologized Gon, with Leorio saying: "Don't skateboard inside this tiny room!" "Aww..." I looked at the person behind me, saying: "But it only hit Tonpa." He turned, saying: "Hey!"

↜Time skip: nighttime↝

I rolled onto my side, opening my eyes a little. There was Gon, sleeping soundly to my left. Everyone else is sleeping, too, so I should go back to sleep as well. I turned on my other side, now looking at Killua.

To my surprise, he was still awake. "Killua?" I whispered, gaining his attention. His cold, blue eyes met mine for a bit. I smiled lightly, asking: "Can't sleep?" "That's not it. I can go two or three days without sleep." he answered.

"Really? That's impressive." I noted, pushing myself off the ground, now kneeling. "Not really." said Killua as he sat up as well. I stretched my arms over my head, yawning.

"Say..." started Killua, gaining my attention. "Yeah?" "Why do you have so many scars?" he asked me, his eyes wandering over to my arms and partially exposed legs.

I have quite a few scars. Luckily, most of them had already faded, as I made most of my mistakes when I was younger. I answered: "Well, it's part of the fight. Of course you get injured a lot when you fight day after day."

"Then why aren't there any on your face?" he asked, the curiosity in his beautiful, blue eyes almost spilling out. I reached out towards him, cupping his face with my hands. His face immediately flushed red as I simply smiled.

I explained: "The face of a Gladiator isn't important at all. Neither are their looks. It's all about the way they fight. My father always told me to drag the fight out for as long as possible, and to show the crowd as much blood as I can manage."

Releasing his face, I continued: "If you go for the head, your opponent tends to die faster and with less injuries. Therefor making less of a show. It's not entertaining to watch someone kill a guy with a single slash of a sword."

Looking down at my hands, I added: "And once the ground is covered with that beautiful, red color, and the sun reflects just right off it... It's a sight you'll never forget. So beautiful, yet so brutal."

He only looked at me with slightly widened eyes, his lips parted slightly as if he was still contemplating on what to say. Before he could say anything, I quickly asked: "But enough about me. What did you learn? How many techniques can you use? How did you train? Oh, you said you had a big family. How many siblings?" He was clearly surprised at my many questions, but smiled lightly, starting to answer them.