Words That Were Never Said {HunterxHunter AU}

Kalluto Tortures Paper

Tonight was the second last night before his time frame for the assassination ends. But Killua figured out he better get this quickly before his emotions got out of hand. He couldn’t do it alone, or else he might hesitate like how he did earlier. So he found himself knocking at his younger brother’s room.

“Come in,” came the reply.

Killua welcomed himself into the room. It wasn’t as dark or as large as Killua’s own room, but the Japanese style and lingering sense of superiority almost made it similar to Killua’s.

The walls were decorated with cherry blossom trees and their falling petals scattering in a frozen wind. In the left corner was a study table with overhanging bookshelves stacked with storybooks his younger brother loved. Not that Killua knew much about it; of all of his three siblings, Kalluto was the one he least communicated with.

In the opposite corner was a queen sized bed, and on top of it perched Kalluto.

Being the youngest sibling and their mother's favourite, Kalluto was constantly caught up in her dressing ups. Their mother had longed for a daughter, only to have four sons. Obviously, she was displeased by this, but Kalluto took it upon himself to volunteer for the dressing ups so that their mother would be content.

Apparently, the dressing ups had grown onto him as he constantly wore kimonos daily - even if their mother wasn't around. Even now, he was wearing a black one decorated with petals of cherry blossoms that matched the wallpaper. Around him paper were strewn, halfway through his origami project, probably. In his hands he held a pair of scissors, as if he had been in the middle of snapping the paper for ruining his day. Pink eyes with barely a trace of light rested on Killua's face.

"Brother," Kalluto said indifferently.

"Hey, Kalluto," Killua greeted. "Sorry to intrude."

"That's fine," Kalluto said, putting his scissors down. "You usually don't find me, so I suppose it is something serious."

Killua grunted, "Yeah, it is. Say, you free for the night? I got a job, but I think I'll need help with this one."

Kalluto froze if only for a fraction of second, but Killua caught it. He decided to let it slide, however.

"So? What do you say?" Killua asked, tapping his feet.

"Of course. But you will be doing the assassinating part, right?" he asked, unwavering pink eyes boring into blue. It wasn't a question, it was verification.

"What else?" Killua said dismissively.

Kalluto nodded. "Alright then. I'll be ready to leave on your call."

Killua quirked an eyebrow. "Let's leave now, then."