My Assassin (Killua X Reader) [COMPLETED]

Jealous and Unseen

Y/N's P.O.V.

Aaahhh, the beach. After we reunited, we all decided that it would be best spending our last day together under the sun's burning rays of sunshine surrounded by the open sea and the seagull's every day greetings. A memorable event was the goal we were pursuing.

So we rented a car, bought the essentials and hopped on without another glance back, because we were moving foward. Maybe we shouldn't have gone as early as 3:19 in the waking morning but who cares right? I had chosen my swimsuit in secret because I wanted it to be a surprise for Killua.

I didn't have the skinniest figure, nor was I skimpy fat. You could put a name tag on me with the word average. Yet, somehow, the boy beside me managed to look past my long held barriers, past my flaws, and make out who was really inside of this shell of a person.

My head was toppled against the window of the vehicle, my eyes skimming the passing moments of the scenes rolling by. Nature itself was a beautiful mass of creation, come to life. Since there were six people boarding this ride, it only made sense that the space would have to be spread throughout for each individual to have their own personal space.

However, in contrast to this privelage, Killua was strangely close to me, occasionally brushing my shoulder or bumping his knee to mine, calling it off as an accident. It was a six hour ride with all the passengers resting due to sleep deprivation as a result of the past days. All except me. I didn't want to miss a single moment, anticipation embeding my feelings and I could already picture the tanned bodies around us, the sand slipping from under the gaps of my fingers. . . .

We suddenly hit a curved road, our bodies sliding to one side as this occured, Killua's head dropping to my shoulder, I tensed at the touch, not exactly clear on what to do. Should I stay still and avoid disturbing him or should I wake him? I shrugged and continued looking out the window, ahead.

This trip was all before we parted ways, to make it easier on all of us, but now that Killua had Alluka to take care of, did that mean that our little adventure was over? A useless and demeaning amateur would never be able to keep up. Would I follow my original plans with Gon to tear apart the one paper that bound us as one or would I stand alone in the dark, by myself? If so, what would I do? I had nowhere to go, to stay, no relatives that sincerely cared about my well-being. . . besides my older sister, which I wasn't desperate enough to call.

For now, I would enjoy the present. And worry about the future later.

Normal P.O.V.

On the third gas ride, it was Kurapika's turn to drive, quickly purchasing a hot coffee to keep him awake with the quick help of caffiene. Leario ordered a baked Samoa donut, Alluka grabbing a handful of doughnuts with vanilla cream stored in a bag (she shared with Killua) and Y/N was sleeping in the car with Gon.

Someone had to gaurd her, even if they were only gone for a minute or two, it was impossible to know when something would happen. Better be safe than sorry.

Y/N's P.O.V.

My eyes were closed and I could feel cool air rushing from the air conditioner from the back of the car. Did I fall asleep? A low groan escaped from my mouth and I forced my lids open. The plain sight of low clouds hovering only a few feet above our heads makes my head spin.

"Have some." I hear a familiar voice offer, a bag with the smell of bakery sweets was placed in front of my line of vision. I fished out a tiny donout and stared at it with hunger. Inside my mouth, the fillings exploded like an erupting volcano and a smile landed on my face.

"Thank you."

The ex-assassin offered a midway grin, eyes glinting. Over his shoulders, Alluka was watching us in an observing motion, she was hiding behind her brother. I'm guessing she wasn't used to being around or with strangers. "I'm not scary." I ressured her in a soothing voice, attempting not to frighten her any further.