~☆~Killugon Oneshots~☆~

~☆~Light and Dark~☆~

It was dark. Too dark.

It was cold. Too cold.

It was quiet. Too quiet.

Darkness filled the unknown space. Cold stone was felt on the ruff skin of a young boy. And the only noise was his heavy breathing.

But then... suddenly, everything changed.

Suddenly, it was bright, warm, and loud. And yes, it was a bit uncomfortable to the young boy. But... it still felt nice.

Before, the boy couldn't speak much less breathe. Every breath was counted, and every movement could be his last.

But now he could not only speak... he could laugh. He could smile.

He had no fear to do as he pleased. He could talk about what he wished, and he wasn't forced to do the bidding of others.

He was in the light. And he liked the light. Every waking hour, he wished to be in the light's gaze. To feal the warmth and comfort. The freedom and safety that only the light could give him.

He fell in love with that feeling. He never wanted that feeling to disappear. He never wanted the darkness to enclose him again.

But... we don't get what we want. We get what the world throws at us.

So, when the boy sat in that small room. With the light of his life.

The one who saved him. The one that became his friend. The one that didn't judge him. The one that freed him.

The one he loved.

And hearing a dark voice. One that came from the light but only sounded like the darkness that young boy feared so much. He knew that his light had died.

He knew that nothing would spark it once again. As he hears the ground break and the pleading of something else.

It was so obvious that he was being taken back to the darkness he one called home. But the thing is, he didn't want to go back there.

He wanted his light. So, he convinced himself that a burnt match could be set aflame.

And yes, deep down, he knew he was only being naive. But he couldn’t let go of the light so easily.

So he fought. So he killed. So he cried. So he broke himself in hopes of seeing his light again.

But what he saw in the end was worse...

And no, it wasn't the man that once was his beautiful light. And no, it wasn't the one who haunted his childhood.

It was the back of the one he called his light. Walking away from him.

And just like that, Killua was back in the darkness.