Your POV
How didn't I catch this sooner?
A symbol imprinted on my skin?
Did anyone see it? Am I the first?
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I started to think about the possibilities.
They couldn't have seen it, the article of clothing I was wearing covered the back of my neck, not forgetting to mention my hair was probably always covering it.
I started to calm down. I looked towards the door, predicting what was on the other side. Someone who's taking time out of their life to help me.
Killua~
Can I trust him?
I held my head in frustration.
Do I leave ?
Im a spider..
Im supposedly dangerous..
I've probably...
I look down to my hands, who in the past could've been drenched in blood of innocent beings.
I shake my head furiously.
Is that who I am?
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That's who I am..
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I slowly crept the door open. My heart started to pound even louder when a familiar puff of white hair was in my vision.
Killua's head slowly turns towards me.
"Finally you're out, why'd you take so long?" He asked.
"Girly stuff.." I lied.
He gave me a look.
His face spoke words that his mouth didn't even have to open to speak.
Disbelief..
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"Whats wrong (y/n)?"
My eyes widened.
Am I that easy to predict?
I held back tears. Those words did so much. It was like that feeling when you're upset, and you try to hold it in, but when someone asks you if you're okay, it just all flows out.
My eyes started to gloss up, I felt them.
I started to walk closer to Killua. Tears slowly escaping my eyes. However, I wasn't controlling these actions. It was sorta just happening.
Killua already confused, made space for me on the couch. Once I sat down, I hugged Killua tightly, pressing all my weight on him. I felt his strong arms wrap around me.
"Killua.." You whimpered.
"I know who I am."
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Memories (Killua x Reader)
FanfictionMysteries are left to solve when a girl by the name of (Y/n) (L/n) randomly appears in the lives of Killua Zoldyck and Gon Freeccs. Other than the two hunters, others have taken interest In the girl. What lengths will the adorable assassin go to in...
