My Assassin (Killua X Reader) [COMPLETED]

Beautiful disaster

By the time we decended the beach, the sun was no longer out, replaced by the illuminating rays of the moon, hidden behind clouds floating above our heads lazily. "I guess this is goodbye." Leorio scratches the back of his head, grinning awkwardly, towering over us like a skyscraper would smaller buildings.

Even though I knew this moment was inevitable, it didn't make the situation any less painful. The blond Kurta shakes his head in denial, "No, not really. It's only logical we'll meet again, in different circumstances." His eyes catch mine, holding their gaze, holding an emotion I can't decipher.

All of a sudden, I feel a crushing weight, strong arms outsretching before me, wrapping around my still body. When I realize it's Gon's embrace, I let my shoulders fall. His skin is warm, breathe hitching. "I'll come back." He whispers softly, and from the corner of my eye, I make out Killua smiling sadly at us, more so at his once best friend.

I force a weak laugh, my body echoing against his. "Don't." Is all I manage to say, various words at the tip of my tongue, seemingly stopping there. Feeling him release me, I remove my hands from the small of his back, an aching feeling at the pit of my stomach forming.

"Onii-San, I'm tired." Alluka frowned, watching her brother turn his back to her and crouch in order for her to get on his back. She happily complied, leaning her head at the top of his shoulder blade and slowly shutting her eye lids.

Before my two babysitters took their leave, the tall male strided towards me, touching his mouth to my ear in much effort. "See you at your wedding." I mentally grew another head, backing a few steps away from him due to pure and utter embarrassment, blushing.

Kurapika had his arms folded, followed by a smug expression. "You have our support."

Watching them go, I had second thoughts, wondering. Which one did they mean? Gon took a seperate route, disappearing into the crowd of flocking people, leaving me and Killua to ourselves.

Silence filled a minute of our time as we thought of things we couldn't publicly express. I clapped my hands once, snapping the white haired boy out of a trance-like state, recieving his attention reserved for me at the moment. Walking backwards and nearly stumbling upon a pointy rock behind me, I smirked up at his blank eyes. "Saturday, don't forget." I reminded him, winking.

Killua scoffed, walking the opposite direction. "Don't bail, Bitsy."

"I promise I won't."

The Zoldyck's heir shook his head, "That's not what I meant. Don't bail on me, we're still friends." To this, my body tensed and I stopped walking. Frozen. I felt my eyes water and give away, wetting my cheeks, greatful that Killua couldn't see me. Tears I had been holding back, shedding every piece of me that yearned for something that wasn't there, that didn't exist. I was about to do something scarring, stupid.

By the end of this day, I would undoubtedly hate myself.

2 Days later~ Saturday

I would never admit it to anyone, but this was my first date. Ever. Excluding the small play dates I threw with Gon back in Whale Island, I had never been in a serious relationship, much less occupy my time with getting ready, doing my hair, putting on purfume and high heels. But Killua and my realationship was anything but serious, in fact, in couldn't be further from the truth.

In the end, I decided on ripped jeans, an oversized cardigan, and plain snow white tank. The look was followed by some light brown leather ankle boots and some flank earings as I currently studied myself in the mirror. My reflection staring back at me in illusion, my body turning and shifting to preferable positions.