At the Zoldyck's mansion
3rd POV
It was a dark, quiet, and shiny night. The stars were brilliantly reflecting on the dominant house, and the air, fresh, yet soft, was filling the room, where a young presence was standing.
The presence was nothing more but a youngling, in front of the corner of the window, gazing at the mesmerizing spectacle that was happening before his eyes. Stars filling the navy blue sky like lights in a Christmas night, beautiful, and so far from being part of his life.
Because, had this boy, whose hair were as white as the snow, ever experienced a Christmas night? A peaceful, warm Christmas night, eating a log, drinking hot milk while standing in front of the glowing fireplace, crossing fingers to have the presents expected by Santa Claus, had this child ever had the luck to taste ant of these memories and feelings?
Never. Since this person, an angel-looking young teen, had always been a stranger to emotions such as happiness, gaiety, euphoria... Despite his appearance of a nostaglic and peaceful normal boy thinking deeply while contemplating the view, this person had been brought to life, eleven years ago exactly, for one solid reason : to become the greatest assassin.
This kid, Killua being his name, had since birth being prepared by his family, one of the most dangerous of this world, the Zoldyck family, full of assassins and killers. Killing was their way to live, a job. But, how could a person be normal inside if they were trained to death by their supposed lovely family only to become their heir? The answer is : they can't.
The room was not only made of furniture of all kind and one presence. There was another aura, older, stronger, and way scarier. And so was sitting a father in front of his son. Silva Zoldyck, the actual chief of the family, called for his descendant, to give him another task. And as always, this task could not end in something else but blood, maybe screams if it wasn't executed quickly enough, and gloom.
Killua's POV
Father has requested me. Pff, I already know what's going on. Another mission. Another target. Another victim tonight. This sucks, this night is too beautiful. I wanted to watch the stars, why the heck am I even called so late in the night? It must be what? 1am? What about my sleep? I'm tired duh.
I sigh and glance at the window for two solid seconds, which makes father start speaking.
"Killua... You surely know why I asked you to come, don't you?"
Well he noticed how usual this meeting looked like.
"I mean, yeah. Who's the target this time?"
"Here, take a look" and as he said those words, Father handed me a paper. Ah right, there might be a few stuff to know about this person if he doesn't only give me the name, the location, and the number of bodyguards to kill. I really am in no mood to kill someone, so let's get over this quickly. So who's the person this time? This paper is not quite long tho...
(NDA : this is the paper, it will end after the #)
#Target : Keiko Yunir, 11, girl
Location : Yunir's mansion, adress xxxxxx, 1st window to the left, 2nd floor
Situation : The heir of her family's business, a rich family which causes issues to our own business
Family : (supposed) father Ariandus Yunir, mother Kassya Yunir, older sister Morgena Yunir, younger brother Erian Yunir
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The path to our Freedom (Killua x OC)
FanfictionA silver-haired boy, a brown-haired girl. Two people. Both differents. By their nature, their appearance, their problems. But, yet, similar. Both of them are locked in cages, like two birds seeking for freedom. Their immeasurable desire to stand on...
