Two Worlds: One Fate [Killua x Reader]

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(Y/n)'s P.O.V

Even in her last days, X still planned ahead for our sakes. It's so frustrating that she always lived planning and organizing  about this and that like her second nature, in order to keep things stable. She'll also play villain during her final moments to free us from people's grudge whether we like it or not.

What do I do?

It's already midnight, yet I haven't joined Killua and the others.

I mean... How can I when I'm concerned with lots of stuffs?  I drank my second cup of coffee, sitting on the kitchen counter, alone.

Also, the reason why she kept Killua and I unconciosus when the Zoldycks came earlier.. was to prevent us from keeping the kids away from them... She said it's better to let them meet the kids sooner...

Who knows what lies in the future, so I trust her words... I still felt awful that there's a side of me that's taking her help for granted.

What's more crazy is that my son.... is X's successor. His fate was inevitable... He'll inherit her powers in a month...

She'll be back tomorrow to fetch (S/n) and he'll have at least 3 weeks of training with her...

Even the Zoldycks will be back in months....

Sooner or later, my precious children will turn detached from us..

I don't want that...

Maybe it's not too late.. I should take them back in the other world. They're still very young to carry the weight of these stuffs...

I've recently mastered how to read and write this world's language— And just when I've memorized their geography, and studied different cultures on how different societies and economies function around certain places... I suddenly didn't want to have anything to do with this place anymore.

I interlaced my fingers together, staring on the wall as I lost myself into deep thoughts.

Even if I take the children back to protect them... it's not like they can hide their powers and strength forever. As their mother, I only want them to live happy and healthy... that's all. But which of the two worlds would they really belong to have much more freedom?

Why am I thinking this right now? I already made up my mind before...

"HEY!"

I almost fell off my chair out of surprise. "Don't fucking sneak around like that!!" Seriously, it's one of the disadvantages of having an assassin-like husband.

"..Are you mad?" He sat beside me, looking like an irresistible kitten.

Just yelling at him makes me too guilty with that expression of his. Dammit. Doesn't he always have the upper hand in our relationship?? I looked away, and gritted my teeth.

"I went back to check on you since you haven't showed up. Have you eaten yet?" He held my fingers, brushing them lightly by his thumb.

How can he make a simple touch seducing?

My emotions are already strained as it is... but when this man came.. my unconditional love for him practically eliminated my gnawing anxieties.

"I'm so worried you kept me waiting the whole night." The male dropped his head on our smooth, and white-marbled countertop, staring at me with a dazed expression. "(Y/n), you look like you're about to cry." His soft fingers slowly filled the gaps of mine, entwining our hands together as he brought and pressed the back of my hand against his warm and tender lips.