Words That Were Never Said {HunterxHunter AU}

Damn, Gon Has Become Hotter

Green flames sputtered on torches fixed on pillars holding up the ceiling about eight metres high. It was like an invisible wind was going through the room, despite the room being devoid of windows, giving no indications whether it was day or night. The room was dimly lit, the flickering green fires the only source of light.

At the end of the rectangular room, hidden in the darkness, sat a seventeen year old boy behind a small table. The scene resembled that of an ancient Chinese royalty's study. Perhaps purposely, or merely it was because the family owning the manor had built the manor from deep Chinese/Japanese roots.

Nevertheless, the boy seemed at home despite the odd style. Curiously, the boy had fluffy snowy white hair, flooding out in all directions like each individual hair strand had its own idea of neatness. The odd colour and condition of his hair can be seen either to give a false impression of an innocent boy to his targets, or either to hide those cold, dead, dark blue eyes he held - no one ever guessed. Even so, one look from him would make a lion scurry.

This boy here is the head of the famous family of assassins, and his name was-

A knock came from the oaken doors of his room. The boy looked up slowly, before saying a booming, "Come in."

The doors to his room burst open, light pouring into the room, bringing out the images on the walls into full colour. There were traditional Japanese dragons curling and unfurling all around the room, but this was not regarded by the curly haired, dark-skinned butler standing at attention at his room's threshold.

"Master Killua," the girl, Canary, bowed.

"What is it, Canary?" Killua drawled.

Hesitatingly, Canary walked the length of the room to squat respectfully in front of Killua's table.

"You have a request, sir," Canary said.

Killua sighed, opening his palm towards her. In them, Canary placed a file. Killua absently skimmed through them, as if he had done this a million times. He went through the conditions, the payment, the customer's contact details, and the target's details.

At this, Killua visibly frowned. Canary looked up in concern, for it was rare for her master to even pause in looking through his customer's contract.

"Master Killua?" she asked nervously, only for the file to be shoved into her chest.

Killua's face was hidden in his hands, but a faint chuckle came from somewhere in those depths. "After all these years." He then looked up to Canary with a smirk on his face, but that smirk did not reach his broken eyes. Canary had knew Killua too long to recognise that.

With a tentative nod from Killua, Canary, with shaking fingers, opened the file and looked through the information. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, with the usual '100 million Jennys for the kill', 'will pay after assassination' yada yada, but when she finally arrived at the target's information, she choked.

"No way..." Canary whispered.

"It's him alright," Killua said curtly. "Gon Freecss, also known as Spider Number 11 of the Phantom Troupe."