My Assassin (Killua x reader)

Chaper 5

Gon' P.O.V.

I signed. Sometimes I didn't know whether that killer clown could be trusted. Hisoka was the one who told the Phantom Troupe where we were. He knew I wouldn't be the one to be caught. And that was just enough to set fire to my flaring anger. Our deal was off, we were going to talk.

Y/N's P.O.V.

It was already midnight and my two bodygaurds were snuggled close to each other. They had drifted off to sleep an hour ago, resting soundly after they fell for my fake, peaceful expression and shut eyes. No way in the world could I fall asleep. Not now. Not until Gon and Killua were back and allowed me to apologize.

I needed a distraction. I needed to drink in order to drown out the negative thoughts that circled my mind every now and then, forget my worries. I craved dancing most of all. Dancing was my escape, I did it at home, too. In secret when no one was watching. Letting my body move in sync with the way I felt. . .

Earlier today I found an escape hole leading outside the building close to the bathroom toilet.

I walked next to it, careful to be as soundless as possible. I attempted to pull open the lever of the small exit but it wouldn't budge. After about three hard tugs, it finally gave in and flew open.

I cautiously squirmed inside, already smelling the cool midnight breeze. Shutting the small door and running towards a familiar night cub, I smiled to myself mischeviously.

Our family used to own a house near this part of the city and usually, I would sneek in after school. Mainly when I was stressed.

Already, it proved difficult to ignore the illuminating neon lights and blaring music. At the entrance, I paused.

After everything me and Killua had been through, while he risked his life to save us, I was repaying him by trying to forget even for a while and ignore the fact that I should be out there repaying his sacrifice?!

What kind of monster would have the decency to do that?

I took in a deep breathe, inhaled and then exhailed, preventing myself from breaking down. I pushed the door open and walked inside with a confident stride. I'm sorry Killua, but I'll just have to forget about this for a little bit. . . because I'm selfish. And scared.

Bodies bumped my sides, their sweet driping as they danced the night away, tracking the upbeat music and laughing. I made my way towards the bar table, raising one finger. "One." I said.

The bartender studied my features, never a good sighn. His own features were indistinct due to his cap covering half of his uper portion. I watched him smirk and say, "Aren't you a little young to be drin-" he stopped immediately, taking a closer look at me. "Y/N?" He gasped, almost as if he couldn't believe his eyes.

I stared at his green eyes and felt my heart skip a beat. "Jack?" I whispered, in utter surprise. I didn't think he was still working here, after so long. I was obviously a regular back then, and he was always the one to serve me. He smiled. "Coming right up, miss."

I waited, tapping my finger against the dark wood table. When Jack returned, he pushed a small glass cup towards me, to which I caught with my hands.

He chuckled as I took a sip. "Never thought I would see you again. What brings you here, princess?"

I shrugged. "Just need to distract myself. Don't ask any questions." I felt the contents of my drink, rough inside my throat and sizzled all the way down.

I jumped from the tall stool and walked to the dancefloor. The energy radiated from every moving individual there and the crushing atmosphere seemed to reel me in.