Far from okay. [A Killua X Reader short fic]

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I've never been so thankful for Gon's sense of smell before. I'm too excited to pick up her scent, I panicked the moment I had seen empty bullet shells.

The jungle around us appears to be empty. But that's if you only use your eyes, I can hear so much more. It's packed with hundreds of animals and human machinery. The noise pollution really doesn't benefit us in our search, but like I said I don't think we need it thanks to Gon's sense of smell. 

I follow him along. It's taking a lot of concentration on his part. We're as silent as a ceasefire.

Ceasefire.

That was the first time I had ever seen her.

• five months ago •

The higher-ups were far from us. The other end of the base was approximately a thousand square meters away, the news wouldn't travel fast enough for the enemy. But none of us wanted to be the man. To be the man to climb out of the trench and walk out into the open to meet an armed man with hundreds of duplicates behind him.
So a woman did it.
Gon and I exchanged looks as we heard her loud voice echo through every square inch of the trenches. We felt the same thing, regret. Regret that neither of us had stepped up faster than her. Regret that neither of us had seen it coming and let it come to this.
I didn't get to see her until after everyone else. I guess I just didn't care. I had opted to lean back and light one of my last ciggies, thinking over all the possible outcomes. We could have lost a soldier, all of the soldiers, and the higher-ups wouldn't have known. However Gon turned to grab me, his eyes screaming 'you'll wanna watch this', just as someone let out a flirtatious whistle. I straightened up and peered over the earth to get a view of what happened. She was just in the movement of catching a M16 someone had tossed to her. I was trying to size up the guy she would have to negotiate with when a bullet was shot towards us, by her.
A few meters away a guy was letting out a low whine from shock. His finger had been the tiniest bit scratched, she wouldn't have missed the second shot.
"Whistle at me like a piece of meat and I'll hunt you for meat." She threw the gun back to who it came from, before turning to talk to the negotiator. "Pussy," she spat so quietly I'm still not sure if it even happened, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
Her dark hair had been tied up into a loose bun, yet I was still able to tell it was well taken care of. That was all I could see as they talked, the back of her head and the top of her bun.