Memories (Killua x Reader)

Chapter 20

| A/N : HEY GUYS!! I'm not dead (: [Not literally just internally]

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Light footsteps trailed across the room, the gentle sound echoing throughout. Once the footsteps got close enough to the man in black, they stopped.

"Boss."

The man in black, now turned around to face the woman who called out for him.

"There was a problem."

The man tilted his head to left slightly, and leaned back against the wall.

"What kind of problem?"

"Im afraid it's a big problem..." the recognizable, pink-haired female spoke out, her voice was almost as faint as a whisper.

The man just stared down at her. His eyes fixated on hers. His gaze was intense enough to burn holes through the back of her skull.

"(Y/n) has been shot."

The mans body tensed up. His fingers curled up into a fist, drawing blood out of his palms.  His lips parted slowly, as if they were unsure as to what they can say.

The man began to walk down the steps, slowly.

His footsteps seemed loud enough to wake up every sleeping child in the city.

With every step, the woman flinched. However, she stood tall.

Once he was on the same level with her, the woman shrunk in her place. His intimidating presence was enough to make her shrivel and want to crawl away.

The man lifted his hand, making the woman flinch. Expecting the thought contact between her face and his hand, she kept her eyes shut. However, she was startled when she only felt a slight touch on her shoulder. Chrollo placed his hand on her shoulder and shoved her gently to the side.

"Wait here."

And just like that, he walked out of the abandoned warehouse.

Leaving the women soaking in her own emotions.

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Killua sat outside the room you were to be delivered to after surgery. He fingers fidgeted and his foot was uneasy. His anxious taps against the floor were agonizing to the other ears in the room. His body would shift around uncomfortably in his chair, until he finally stood up and began to walk around.

Killua would pace back and forth in front of the room, unsure when or if they'd even bring you back.

After several minutes of senselessly walking around, Killua sat himself back in the chair. His hands traveled through the locks of his messy hair. His condition showed hints of developing insanity. He was becoming insane. Not feeling your warmth radiating onto his skin worried him. It made him feel empty.

Almost like an attempt to break him from his malicious thoughts, a nurse walked up to the suffering man.

"Zoldyck, Killua?"

Killua's gaze shot up to meet the woman's eyes.

"Y-yes." His eyes widened with worry and despair.