My Assassin (Killua X Reader) [COMPLETED]

Fitting scars

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My balled fist collides against the surface of the huge stave-core door in front of the etate Killua told me they were staying at, Alluka nervously hiding behind me after showing me the location. When no one answers, temptation to plunge the door open floods over my thoughts.

My prays are answered when a familiar acquaintance steps out, purple hair combed in thick bunches, thick lips and a round face greet me. The female in a servant's atire searches for the source of all the noise, perplexed, gray eyes landing on me.

For a second, they flash a pang of surprise but then her mask's back in a protective layer, shielding any possible emotions filtering her inner thoughts. She's been trained to act precisely, no exceptions. I can tell Canary waits for my next move that may determine if she helps or not. Most likely not.

"I need to see Killua."

Her eyes narrow with hostility, "Killua-Sama is busy right now."

"He'll want to see me." I pushed, meeting her penetrating stare. But she simply takes Alluka's skinny wrist, pulling her inside before shutting the door in my face.

I'm left standing there, in the midst of morning sunrise, completely rejected. "I won't give up." I growl as I storm off.

Normal P.O.V.

Inside the mansion, the ex-assassin is trapped inside a single room with his betrothed, witness to yet another one of her meaningless tantrums. Around the common room is furniture shattered throughout at unusual angles, various mirrors broken and vases emptied of soil for the plants to rot.

Killua was no different, slowly but surely rotting in this stupid cell.

"I hate you!" The girl with shoulder-length light blonde hair screeched, her hands covering her face. Her sobbing made the Zoldyck's heir feel guilty until he remembered what kind of monster she was, her hand holding a piece of paper.

"What are you so upset about this time, Celicy?"

The assassin from the Grien family was in front of him in the blink of an eye, her hand shaking with fury as she handed him the card. Once Killua turned it over, he crumbled the picture of him and Y/N kissing outside of the bookstore, pissed that this hag had payed someone to stalk and follow him around. He held his tongue,  though.

Suddenly, Celicy's palm slaps his face, sending a crackling echoe down every last part of the building. Alluka hears it, too, cupping her ears in hope for the situation to calm down. For the wild fire to subside. It never does.

"I told you what would happen if you cheated on me!"

The white-haired male doesn't say anything, head held low. Due to the fact that Celicy had naturally claw-like nails, the slap not only spread red blush on his cheek, but also pierced his skin, leaving several minor scratches.

He shoved her against the wall, lips tasting hers, hearing her moan with a sick pleasure. It made Killua numb, but he had to keep pretending. Until they were married.

He hated her.

Y/N's P.O.V.

Today I didn't have to work and even though Killua promised that we would meet, he wasn't here. My stomach twist and turned with concern. Why did he let me kiss him if he was engaged? Why did he kiss me? Willingly?

Was he even going to tell me?

I hear the doorbell ring and hoist myself to my feet, eager to get the door. But instead of finding an expected ex-assassin, Peter nods in my direction as a greeting, smiling. The prodigy is hiding a batch of roses behind his back, "Why so gloomy?" He teases, inviting himself inside.