Consequences of Assassins ((Killua x OC))

Chapter Eighteen

Hey guys!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sorry for the extremely (okay, it's been 2 years I'm sorry) late update, and by that, I mean sorry for not updating a lot.

Anyway, I was recently actually planning out how the story should end and stuff and this is what is going to happen:

After heaven's arena, there's the Phantom troupe arc which will be kind of hard to write since killua and gon are all over the place, so ayano will be secretly meeting with killua or something then when the cimera ants arc comes, something very surprising happens to ayano so I can skip all that serious stuff then she'll help killua with healing gon and saving alluka, got it? Okay.

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~Ayano's POV~

"What...?" Gon expression was something I expected.

"He's killed everyone." I said in a monotone voice. I could feel my blood pumping and my heart pounding. I was angry.

"What do you mean 'he's killed everyone'?" He asked me, hanging onto the hope that he had towards Killua.

"Everyone that took me in." I said, feeling a large lump in my throat. I tried to swallow it down, but it only made it worse. "Each time I leave, I find someone that takes me in. Each time I stay, I find the next victim that would be killed by his hands." I looked straight into Gon's hazel eyes. "You're lucky I left Ging before he died by the hands of your best friend."

Gon stared at me. Not in horror, but out of pity. Sorrow. Disappointment. God, I hate those looks. He gazed deep into my eyes trying to read me. Anything. Any answer. I'm unreadable.

"I'm leaving." He said finally and stomped off towards the door. Not watching him wall behind me, I could hear the sound his boots were making against the floor. I can hear his hand grab onto the doorknob and the loud slam he left at the door.

'Kill...' I continue to hear the whisper in my head. Kill. Kill. KILL! He deserves it! He deserves to die by my own hands! I can take revenge for all those deaths! All those lives he's taken away from me!

Knock. Knock. I snap out of my train of thought and turn around to look at the door. Someone is there. Now isn't the time for someone to be visiting. I walked over to the door and placed my hand on the knob. I took a deep breath and made sure that not even a bit of bloodlust was leaking out of my aura. I slowly turned the knob and drew back the door.

"Killua,"

~Killua's POV~

"Killua," Ayano gazed at me with surprised and hurtful eyes. Just her look alone made pierced through me as if her look is the sharpest arrow shot with the most powerful bow.

"Ayano-" I tried to begin, but stopped when I was greeted with a smile.

She's smiling. She can't be. This isn't a hallucination of hers, is it? Can her nen do that? "Killua, come inside. It'll be a little weird for us to talk in the hall, don't you think?" I slowly nodded and decided to keep my guard up in case she begins to plot anything--wait. Begins to plot anything? No way! I trust her! But... I've killed all her family.

"Sit down," She told me. I did as I was told and sat down on her kitchen counter table while she rummages through a drawer. I watch her open and close drawers as if she couldn't find what she was searching for. She stopped and took out a classic kitchen knife. Ayano examined it and shrugged. "How?" She began. "Would you feel if..."

"If...?" I didn't feel nervous or terrified at all. In fact, I trust her enough to know that she won't do what I think she'll do.

"If I were..." She said and turned her head. Her eyes were a mix between emerald green and a bright, glowing violet. Ayano held up the knife dangerously close to her face as if she had a habit of chewing a pencil. She smiled wickedly. "to kill you?"

This was not the Ayano I know, is it? I thought to myself. No, that's not important. "I would let you." I say to her.

Her smile stretches a little wider as her body rotates to face me. She takes a step. And another. And another. All until she reached the table I was sitting at. She leaned lazily on the counter top and waved the knife around with her right hand. She brought the knife up slowly, using the blade to trace my arm and travel up to my neck, to my chin. The tip of the blade says there. The knife is sharp. Like it's been freshly sharpened. One wrong move and my throat will be sliced.

"You would let me, you say." Ayano giggled. Not the cute and typical giggle you hear people do everyday, but more psychotic. More insane. She rotated the blade in her hand and a small, thin line of a think red liquid ribbons down my neck. Drip. A drop or two had fallen onto the counter.

"N-No! Stop! Stop this right now!" Ayano screamed and retorted backwards and fell to the ground. Her hand was still gripped tightly around the knife, but she brought both her wrists up to her head. "LEAVE ME ALONE, AYANO!!"