My Assassin (Killua X Reader) [COMPLETED]

Shocking: It's inside the box!?

4 Years later~

20 years of age.

Y/N's P.O.V.

I feel a lump form in my throat, my skin prickling as I follow Aspen's heel, who notices as she turns to look at me over her shoulder that I'm on edge. She nudges me. "Today's our girls night, cuddles." She reminds me, grinning. "Loosen up."

I force a weak smile, much rather preferring having a cup of tea and book in hand, laying in the confort of my pillows and drowning in the familiarity of my room.

We went all out, with my curly hair tied back in spiraling waves, wearing an A-Line Backless Empire Halter Mini Dress followed by knee-high boots, a hidden blade inside the shoe.

The outfit was a little extra, I will admit, but tonight was one of the few nights I got to spend time with Aspen. Alone. Without Peter tagging along.

Her boyfriend.

They had started dating only a few months ago, never separating to go to the bathroom and such. As strange and mystifying as it was, I accepted being the third wheel, watching from the background, the shadow to something blooming gracefully.

Outside of the nightclub were a couple of stoners, eyeing us as we entered. I suddenly felt bare, rushing inside. Already, neon lights bounced all throughout the room, sweaty bodies dancing the night away in perfect sync with the beat, wild to the touch.

Several round tables were lined in the entrance near the bar, the majority of them occupied. Ally playfully bumped her hips against mine, lace up high heels matching with her Hesrtbeat Song Black and Navy Blue (also backless) Lace Dress of choice.

"If Peter saw you in that," I pinch her arm, causing her to giggle, "he would undoubtedly murder any guy who looked at you and any girl who looked at you the wrong way."

She shook her head while hiding a supressed smile, light pink hair hoisted in a loose bun updo, her strands had grown these past years, reaching down to her waist now. She offered an arm, allowing me to curl my own around hers as we made our way to the dance floor. We strutted with as much sass as there was salt in the entire Atlantic Ocean.

It was always in my understanding that a true friend made others question your sexuality, I think that's what was happening right now as our bodies brushed against each other, her thoughts my own as we moved free style, swinging back and forth, catching one another.

Ally swirled me around, my turn next. We did this for two reasons.

1. It kept strangers away

2. Pretending was fun

Being together for four years after passing the Hunter exam increased our bond and trust, we were sole sisters. "Even if we hadn't encountered in this exam, I know I would have still met you somewhere." She told me during the third phase.

By the time we had tired, striding toward a nearby silver table, I had to go to the bathroom and freshen up, descending her side for a quick break.

When I returned and quickly glanced over my shoulder for Ally, my eyes became wide with shock and fury at the sight of three men cornering her in the back like in animal in the slaughter factory. Her eyes flickered a horrified expression for half a second, catching mine. That's when I realized the male in the middle hid a spear point blade behind his leg from the rest of the crowd.

Without thinking, I snatched an empty glass cup off the counter, bumping past the mass of clueless people. Those thugs must have threatened her or were very skilled since she wasn't fighting back. Maybe she couldn't.