Memories (Killua x Reader)

Chapter 8

Your POV

Hisoka's words lingered in my head. I didnt get them. I didn't get him.

'Physically not Mentally'

What is that suppose to mean?

I continued to walk towards the room. Maybe the boys are there. Or maybe they left me. Maybe Killua finally realized the danger I put him in.

I lowered my head as the upsetting thoughts flowed in my head.

~

I pulled the keys out of my pocket and opened the door. Revealing three faces who seemed shocked, yet relieved.

Killua ran up to me and hugged me, which seemed to have shocked the other boys even more.

"Baka! You can just leave without telling us! You could've at least left a note!" I realized how hypocritical I was about mentally scolding them for not doing that, now he's scolding me.

Killua quickly let go of me and scratched the back of his neck.

"Not that it matters anyways." He added.

I giggled. "I was getting breakfast."

I decided it was better not to tell them anything yet, it'll only be stressing them out.

The unfamiliar person stood up and extended his hand.

"Hello (y/n), it's good to finally meet you, my name is Kurapika." The blonde greeted.

"Hi, it's nice to meet you too." You replied in an unsure manner. You were never good at greetings.

"Kurapika's here to help us (y/n)." Gon assured.

"Yeah, and since the phantom troupe is after you, we figured Kurapika could help us in that path too."

3rd POV

You quickly turned your head towards Killua.

"How'd you know it was the phantom troupe?" You asked.

"I recognized the two, and I know I couldn't have been mistaken, since I sensed an incredible aura coming from them."

You nodded your head.

"It must be hard for you, suffering from an odd case of amnesia, then having one of the most wanted criminal groups after you." Kurapika sighed.

"No kidding." You mumbled.

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[You spoke to Kurapika about the little you could remember. How you woke up, your relations with Hisoka.

The information you gave was too broad for Kurapika to narrow down his solutions.

For now, he admitted he was no help. However, he assured he'd find someone who could help your amnesia.

He informed you a little bit more about the phantom troupe.

About what they do..

About what they've done..

Kurapika then left out, leaving the three of you in the room.]
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"Man. I'm starving." Killua whined.

"I am too. I know! I'll go get something to eat for the three of us." Gon exclaimed.

"I'll go with you." Killua stood up from the couch the two of you were sitting on.

"No. One of us has to stay and watch
(y/n)." Gon reasoned. "And that will be you."

Gon left out the door, shooting Killua a devious smile before closing the door after him.

"Idiot." Killua muttered.

~
You left Killua watching tv while you went to shower.
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You got out the shower and starred at your undressed figure in the mirror.

'The answer to all your questions is what is used to identify you. Search physically, not mentally'

"What is used to identify me?"

"Something physical. Like what? A weird birthmark?" You scoffed.

You gave it a second thought and started to examine your body. It seemed weird how you haven't done this before. It felt weird investigating your body as if it wasn't even your own.

'Any weird blotch, any birthmark, any scar.' You thought to yourself.

After searching, you felt ridiculous and laughed at yourself.

You scratched the nape of your neck in embarrassment, but quickly froze. You rubbed the same spot repeatedly, then stroked it lightly. Feeling a slightly different texture, not the usual skin texture.
Skin texture on the back of the neck has very small bumps, and usually it's covered in short baby hairs. But the back of your neck was completely smooth, with an odd texture and no baby hairs. No bumps.

You slowly turned your back against the mirror, turning your head a little to the right, allowing yourself to get a clear look of your back. You slowly parted your (h/l) hair to the side, letting you catch of a glimpse of the weird insignia.

"The spider"