Killua x Reader

Kitty-Kat

I ran to the window after hearing a ruckus outside, the sound of the trash can falling over. Once I was pressing my face against the window, my nose caressing the cool surface, I saw it.

Not only were all the contents spilled out looking like a gallon of throw-up, but a boy with white hair and white skin was getting up, dusting off his shorts. He looked ready to kill, eyes darting from the sidewalk to the street and then to my lawn.

Meow . . meow . . . . a cat purred outside, licking itself. I blinked at Night, my cat. He looked smug, though I'm not sure that was even possible for a cat-to look smug, I mean. But, somehow, for some reason, he did.

The boy from before, probably the same age as me-considering the scarcity of his baby teeth-launched Night an icy glare.

He threw himself for the cat, hands outstretched, looking more like a cat than Night.

I was rushing out the door in an instant, instincts ready to defend. "Stop!" I yelled.

He did, but only enough to glance at me, shrug, and go back to paying attention to Night, who had dodged his attack. For the first time, I noticed how skinny the boy was under the fabric of his dirty shirt. His hair was also fuffled and mixed with mud.

"What are you doing?" I crossed my arms over my chest, frowning at his grip on my cat's leg. He's going to get scratched.

He blinked at me, "This little fucker stole my food." A finger was pointed at Night, who kept on licking himself.

"Whaaaaattt?!" I gasped. I had never heard that word before. "What does . . . fucker mean?"

The boy rolled his eyes as if I was too immature. "It's a word adults use when they're road raging."

I would ask what road raging was but I thought that would make me look even more childish, so instead I kept my lips shut. "Night doesn't steal food."

"Yes, he does." When he said it, the last word sounded like doefff. He pulled Night's leg, and the black feline turned it's head abruptly, flaring it's teeth in warning with a hiss. "Is he your cat?" The way he said it was accusing, his eyes narrowing at me.

A nod. "You know, you really should let go of Night, he doesn't like-"

"Night?!" He stood up and two things happened at once, after he forgot that he was still holding Night's leg, Night scratched his hand. With a yelp, the boy dropped Night, blood oozing down his knuckles, running down his fingers and into the concrete sidewalk.

"That hurts," He groaned, inspecting his injury. Night jumped into my arms, settling in. I rubbed his head, watching the boy's brows furrow.

"It's gonna get infected." Is all I said.

"Ithhs gonna get infecteth." He teased, making a stupid face. I couldn't help but laugh, Night tensing as I nearly fell backward. I cocked my head to the house.

"C'mon. I have food inside, a bath, and a first aid kit."

Now it was his turn to ask, "I'm Killua, and what's a first aid kit?"

"It's to help your scratch. But a barn will help you relax."

"I want the food first." He whispered.

"Fine."

We went inside and let's just say when my mom came home, she nearly fainted at the use of my newly acquired vocabulary word and we kept Killua, integrated him as part of our family.

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"I'm going to stab you with this fork." I warned, my hand slithering closer to the pointy object on my right. Killua watched me from under his long eyelashes, smirking, chin resting on his knuckles.

"Did I make you upset?"

"No," I squeaked out, fighting tears. I was staring at my plate full of untouched food, replaying my mom's harsh words after she took one look at my report card.

Killua tried to defend me, arguing that I couldn't focus because he always pulled my hair or kicked my chair in class (he sat behind me). The teacher never got him in trouble, he was sneaky as a cat.

"You're crying." I didn't hear him. I didn't catch the barely there concern coating his voice or the way he went to grab my hand but decided not to at the last moment, casting his ocean blue eyes to the floor.

His cheeks were tinted a light shade of red, very clearly visible against his vampire-like composition. He almost never had color on his face.

"Do you want to watch a scary movie?" He tried again, leaning in. "I can order pizza and you can cling on to me at the scary parts, Y/N."

"No thank you," I sighed, rubbing my cheeks roughly with my sleeve. "I just want to go to my room."

My roommate smiled, catching the bridge of my nose before I could fully stand up. "Y/N . . ." He trailed on, the tips of his lips curving. I tensed, realizing what he was thinking, the wheels practically working inside his head.

"Killua, no-"

He pulled me forward my outstretched hands fell against his hard chest, his own hands caught me. A laugh escaped my lips as he tickled me, his grinning face flashing across my vision.

"Stop!" I laughed, attempting to push him off, but he simply shook his head.

"Not until you smile."

"I am!"

He thought about this for a moment, "Smile some more."

I would have kept on smiling if weren't for the sudden thump my heart had just done, something inside me had shifted-and just like that I no longer saw Killua as a friend or a brother.

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