Stay Alive.

Silva Zoldyck had never felt many emotions, but this one was stabbing him in the stomach.

It was fear.

Fear for his first-born son, Illumi Zoldyck.

Silva was at his desk when he heard the news of his son. Illumi was sent on a mission to eliminate thirty or so targets, as they were getting in the way of his employer's plans. What Illumi didn't know was that in those thirty people, hid a strong Nen user.

When Illumi let down his guard, the assailant struck him with lethal force. Authorities were notified by an anonymous source that there was a man injured in the nearby forest, when they got there Illumi had nearly passed out from blood loss.

"Where is my son?!" Silva roared, a nearby doctor rushed over to him.

"Mr. Zoldyck, come in. They brought him in a half an hour ago, he lost a lot of blood on the way over-"

"Is he alive?!" Silva cut him off.

"Yes, b-but you have to understand, the bullet entered just above his hip and lodged into his right arm-" the doctor replied, reading Illumi's file.

"Can I see him? Please?" Silva was led to Illumi's hospital room.

"We're doing everything we can, but the wound was already infected when he arrived.."

Silva's stomach sank, his own son...The one who brought death on countless people, was the one fighting death's grip.

There he was, the eldest Zoldyck son, lay peacefully on his hospital bed. But he knew the situation was far from peaceful.

"Lumi.." Silva breathed, he rushed to Illumi's side. Illumi's dull eyes fluttered open, gazing at his father's.

"Pa..." He wheezed.

"I did exactly as you said pa, I held my head up high.."

Silva hushed him softly, he spoke in a tone not even his children knew.

"I know, I know, you did everything just right.." Silva gave Illumi a soft, genuine smile.

"E-Even before I got to ten targets, I was aiming to come home..I was aiming for the moutain." Silva knew by Illumi's manual breathing, that he was getting weaker by the minute.

"I know, I know, Save you strength and stay alive-"

"NO!"

A voice came screaming in the room, it belonged to Illumi's mother.

"Kikyo.."

Ms. Zoldyck rushed over to her son's side, next to her husband which she paid no mind to.

"Is he breathing? Is he going to survive this?!" Her voice was frantic with worry, even if she and Silva had trained their children to be killers, they were still their children.

"Who did this? Silva did you know?!" This time Kikyo snapped her head towards her husband, her eyes were filled with accusation.

Kikyou then found a hand on hers, it belonged to her son.

"Mom, I'm so sorry for forgetting what you taught me.." his voice was soft, but it still held guilt, how could he get hit? After all that training-

"My son.." That was enough reassurance that Illumi needed, and that Kikyo could give.

Illumi's mind filled with his happiest memories he could remember.

He was around nine years old, he was sitting at one of the many pianos in the Zoldyck Manor, his mother was sitting beside him.

"We played piano.."

"I taught you piano..."

Illumi could remember the feeling of his mother's hands on his, guiding him to the right notes.

"You would put your hands on mine.."

Kikyo could remember her son, he would always change the last string of notes of the piece she was trying to teach him, she pretended to be angry but it amused her.

"You changed the melody every time.." She laughed softly at the memory. The memory of her small son, smiling at her. One of the last times he'd smile again.

"I would always change the line," Illumi agreed, breathing was becoming a difficult task.

"I know, I know.."

Silva watched in silence, as his wife and his son shared one of the first and last loving memories they would ever share. A knot formed in his throat as tears threatened to spill from his eyes.

"I would always change the line.." Illumi repeated.

"I know, I know.."

Kikyo recited the melody of the notes they played, on that warm afternoon.

"Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit.."

"Cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf." Illumi cited simultaneously.

Kikyo gave another smile, "Good."

She started again, this time the melody went from high to low.

"Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf."

Silence.

"Sept, huit, neuf..."

More Silence. Silva's heart clenched...

"Sept huit.."

...

The rest of the Zoldyck family was anxiously waiting in the hospital waiting room, for anything, any whisper of news between doctors. But nothing was uttered, nothing was said.

Killua and Alluka were called by Kalluto about him, Milluki, and Zeno rushing to the hospital. At first they questioned whether or not this was a trap, no way would Illumi be struck down. But they could hear the worry and anxiety in Kalluto's voice, assuring them that this wasn't a trick.

He has to be okay..he has to..

But their hopes were shattered when they heard their mother's heart wrenching screams. Screams so loud and so hurt, that they could hear it from down the hall. Everyone knew now.

Illumi Zoldyck, the first-born son of Silva and Kikyo...

Was dead.

....

The screams that belonged to Kikyo Zoldyck hit Hisoka's ears. He couldn't believe it..After he tipped the Authorities on where Illumi was, followed them all the way to the hospital, and watched from a distance..He died. All that time he spent...was wasted.

All the time that he and Illumi spent together, all the time on missions, all the times they talked. All the time they spent loving each other..Was thrown down the drain. Just like that...

...

Through the grief and the pain that Killua felt, he could feel a far off aura. An aura reeking with Bloodlust. An aura he knew all too well.

Hisoka was there.

Hisoka was there to watch the love of his life die.

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A/N

Hey Guys! I hope you guys enjoyed this. This has been an idea of mine for a while and I Finally got it written down! Comments, Votes, and Reads are always appreciated! Let me know if you guys wanna see more songfics, they can be either HxH fics or any anime that I have watched!

Thanks for reading!

AWonderingGhost.