My Assassin (Killua X Reader) [COMPLETED]

Unstoppable

*Song recommended for the end or anytime, really ^-^

Normal P.O.V.

Killua walked down the sidewalk, Y/N's legs wrapped around his hips with her eyes closed and breathe even. He felt her heartbeat against his back, looking up at the dark sky.

Night had fallen before them, stars embedding the otherwise black abyss with a gray sphere cut in half above their heads. After the war, calmness send chills through the ex-assassin's spine.

He wasn't used to peace after so much chaos.

The (H/C) haired Hunter on top of him sniffed his neck absently, chuckling slightly and mumbling something. "Chocolate."

Suddenly, from the corner of his vision, Killua noticed a racing swirl of penetrating light. A shooting star crossed across the sky. Immediately, he nudged Y/N gently. "Bitsy, make a wish."

She groaned, silent. Finally, after a few seconds of thinking, a smile spread throughout her features. "I wish I can stay with Killua forever, that we could go on m-more adventures. Like-"
*hiccup* "-old times."

The Zoldyck's heir blinked in utter surprise, wondering if he'd heard that right. "Sshhhh." She said. "Don't tell him."

Y/N's P.O.V.

I woke up to an unfamiliar room, a foggy white shade of paint splattered on the smooth surface of the walls, a counter with a lamp next to this king sized bed and a giant mirror on the opposite end.

Where was I?

The palms of my bare feet pressed against the freezing floor and I shrivered, tippitoeing to the door, also white. Once I turned the knob that led to a long hallway, peaking my head out, I realized that this was Killua's mansion. Sighing in relief, I shut the door quietly.

I collaped in a slump, pulling my knees and resting my chin on top them, alone with my thoughts. My eyes widened with an idea and I hoisted myself up.

I searched inside the pockets of my clothes, fishing out my phone and warily dialling. It rang three times before the other line answered. "Hello?"

Hesitant, I gulped down my nervousness and hid it in hope my voice didn't tremble and betray me. "This is Y/N, um, Bec?"

An ecstatic shreak sounded so loud I had to push away. "Oh shit, Y/N!? What took you so damn long?" Ignoring her comment, I got to the point.

"I just need a favor. Can you do it?"

"It depends. What exactly-" I cut her off.

"Does it matter? You owe me!" I remind her, my brows furrowed as I wait. She clapped her hands.

"Fine, sissy. Speak." Okay.

Normal P.O.V.

Peter stepped inside the abandoned apartment, just as he remembered as if nothing had been changed. But an atmosphere of lonliness fell over the prodigy and he clenched his jaw, pacing around.

His green eyes trailed every corner of all the rooms until he arrived in Ally's. Pink shaded nearly everything, the curtains, bed sheets, even her T.V. Her remembered her laughing as she told him that it was 'limited edition' the first time he entered. The door creaked in protest as the male slid inside, a rush of scented purfume hitting his face.

His eyes widened, frozen. Flowers and candy. Ally's signature wear.

The boy, unable to stay there any longer, jogged outside, glaring at nothing in particular. His balled fist collided with a brick wall until knuckles bled scarlet, bruised purple. He didn't cry.