My Assassin (Killua X Reader) [COMPLETED]

"Be My Girlfriend?"

Fair warning: this is a slightly long chapter <33333

I woke to the sound of water against pebbles, rippling through cracks, my lids flying open. I take in my surroundings, trees embedding throughout what appeared to be a forest, a waterfall ahead, harsh streams of liquid clashing to the surface. "You snore when you sleep." I hear a familiar voice mumble, looking over my shoulder to meet eyes a darker shade of blue than the lake itself.

He smirks. "What kind of sleeping beauty are you supposed to be?"

Raising a pointed eyebrow in his direction and hoising myself up, a little light headed, my hands find my hips. "Where are we?"

Killua shrugs, laying on the ground with his legs spread out, he was comfortable here. "Does it matter?"

I stay silent, allowing nature to wash over me. Just as I attempt to relax, I pause, blinking. Wait. I.HAVE.WORK.TODAY. The ex-assassin watches me in horror as I begin to unzip my dress, a velvet blush spreading from head to toe faster than his Godspeed.

"Woah, Bitsy, what a-are you doing?!" The white haired male cups my cheeks with his hands, searching for anything that might explain my sudden action. "Did they do something to you?"

I stare at him in confusion. "What are you talking about?" Again, my fingers grip the ends of the soft fabric, pulling it over my head. The Zoldyck's heir doesn't turn away as I do so (I'm guessing he wasn't taught proper manners in his assassin training), only to reveal an undershirt and shorts.

A sudden flash of disappointment perishes across his face with him releasing a sigh of relief all the same. What did he think I was going to do?

Normal P.O.V.

Killua sighed in relief,  having a mini-heart attack at the sight of Y/N undressing. They were both alone in a practically isolated palace of green, one male and one female, it was already tempting as it was with the long haired girl always wearing knee high boots and tight dresses. He didn't need another reason.

Y/N's P.O.V.

I was crouching at the edge in between the stream of water and rocky ground, watching as it flowed in sync, pulling plants inside, but they held. Before I knew it, I had joined them, drenched with a scream from me. Two palms had pushed me inside!

I cranked my neck to glare at the laughing ex-assassin clutching his stomach and rolling on the ground. "K-killua!" An idea formed inside my head as I pretended to slap the water in protest, wiggling my body around. "I can't-swim!" I coughed.

His eyes shot up in my direction, suddenmy serious. "Bitsy?" The white haired male crawled to my side in a rush, stretching out a hand for me to take. I did, yanking him inside with me. Killua's eyes dilated, the water was freezing and yet, with our warmth, it didn't seem like a big deal.

The Zoldyck's hier glowered at me, swooshing with my hands some of the particles in his direction, landing on his face and chest. I just realized he wasn't wearing a shirt. Clearly, he wasn't a fan of water, but he was still going to jump in and save me? As the boy closed the distance between us with a revengeful smirk, he gripped my hips and lifted me off my feet. I yelped in surprise, smiling down at him. For once I was taller.

Killua's eyes gleamed with the sun's penetrating rays blinding us, snow white hair falling over his face, sticking with the water. I'm sure mine was the same, clinging to my clothes and arms. Everywhere. I didn't mind.

Not until his eyes transfered absently to my neck. I gasped, pushing him away on impulse. He sidestepped in return, losing balance and dropping the girl in his arms. Shivering, I covered the spot I would rather die then let him see.