04-15-2018, 12:34 AM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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Friends were pointless. They weren't needed to complete the likes of a mission. They were only there to be used a distraction from the true goal that they had for in life. They were there to try and gather information on the creature that they were talking to only to stab them in the back. No one in this world could be trusted with any type of information that they could gather from a member of the Zoldyck family. They were extremely important because their perfection wasn't presented to themselves when they were born, they had to work up to that tier of being an elite assassin. Not an easy feat to do when there were several other groups in the area that were willing to do the same thing in order to make sure that they would have a legacy to pass on in the future. These were the words that had been spoken to Killua at a very young age. Having grown up around a family that completely smothered him with their suffocating affection, he had no room to think for himself. Before he could even remotely start asking other's questions, they would immediately answer them for him as if they knew what he was already thinking about and knew exactly how he was going to react. He saw the way that these 'friends' interacted with one another in the clans considering the fact that they would let their feelings out to one another. To Killua back in the day that would have expressed weakness to the other animal and that the animal they were talking to could exploit that weakness. Or if someone grew a grudge against them, one of them could potentially be captured and then one of them could be tortured for information. Most of the animals that lived in the clans weren't used to the aspect of tortures and would probably break pretty easily. At least the methods that he often used when it came to torturing others. Making sure to at least make wounds that were extremely painful, but not any of them that could kill the creature from either blood loss or through trauma. He was a lethal machine, and that had been what his family hoped to create when he was just a kitten. They had gone about raising Killua the wrong way though, as not all of their teachings were committed to memory, and if they were there was often doubt that he felt about them as well. The animals were still willing to go through so much in order to protect their so called friends. Could he put his life on a line for a friend? Well, he didn't want to betray his friend like his brother had constantly lectured to him about. However, he had already done it once before because of a simple order that had been given to him. Killua did have a friend once, at least what he looked back and could be considered to be a friend anyway. He had found a puppy on the Zoldyck estate, the mountain that they lived on. The husky seemed to be lost and not in very good condition. He was only a kitten when he spotted the canine, and decided to bring the other home with him without a second though. He approached his father asking him whether or not he could keep the canine with him while he continued to do his assassination training here and there.
Killua had been given approval by the head of the family and that's all that mattered to him no matter how much his obsessed mother tried to drag the dog away from him. He didn't care. The assassin was able to wind down with the canine and actually tell the other's stories. Teaching the other to speak, and actually helping the other to speak all of the names of the Zoldyck family as practice. In the household, most of them spoke Japanese instead of English, and so that was language that he ended up teaching the dog. While he was nearing an apprentice age though, the wildcat had been instructed to bring the husky to his father's quarters as well with himself. Killua had greatly enjoyed his time with the other, as it allowed him to act like a kid while for a large portion of his life he was treated as an adult. Which was a good and bad thing to the kitten. His family was cruel though, not bothering to take into consideration what Killua himself wanted. Killua didn't know any different though, and with him being so young he had no right to try and argue against his parents or their teachings. Where else would he go? He didn't exactly have relatives that he could live with until the tide of his family receeded and he could live the life that he wanted to. It was impossible. They could track him down wherever he went so there was no point in trying to hide either. When Killua and his only friend had made it to his father's quarters, Killua had entered with a smile on his face. Killua had exited his father's quarters around thirty minutes later with no emotion spread on his face and blood on his cheek. Blood dripped from his paws down onto the ground as he walked, and his eyes almost made it seem like he was an empty husk. Killua had been given two options. To kill his friend, and if he refused then his older brother would kill the puppy in front of him. Killua had lost track of time on how many times he had begged his father to do anything else. Torture him for longer than the last session that he went through. Take a body part that was attached to him, but anything but taking away his friend. His father wouldn't budge, and his attention had been drawn to the black tiger that was his brother. Killua knew his brother probably better than the rest of his family as Illumi had been the one that had been training him up to this point. Illumi would torture the puppy for several hours on end, keeping him alive just barely so that Killua would learn his lesson about mercy. While if he did it, he would be able to end the pup's life quickly. Considering the limited extent of the pup's training when it came to learning the Japanese language, the other had no idea what he was talking about. Tears had streamed down the serval kitten's face when he had finally turned to look at his friend. The husky looking at him with excitement and a happy expression. The puppy soon figured out that there was something wrong with Killua with the look that he wore on his face, and the other called out his name. Killua broke then and there as he felt his claws sink into the throat of the canine, and he used his paws to snap the neck of the young pup.
That had been the last thing that his friend had said to him, and it was his own name. This meant that there was always a spark of fear that Killua had when it came to the thought of making friends. Would he kill them just like his brother Illumi had told him he would? Would they even want to be friends when he told them the truth? Killua wasn't exactly sure how to answer those questions, and the fear that constantly rotted him away kept him from really trying. Instead, he pushed other's away from him so that they wouldn't get too close and end up dead or severely injured. He was trying. God he was trying so hard and yet when he took a step forward he was always forced several steps back. Nothing ever went his way. Killua was looking at the albino clouded leopard after he spoke first and noticed the confused look that was on her face. Well, he had certainly never expected that before. The other probably had never been taught that there was a simple way to interact with someone and then there was a formal way. Killua rarely ever spoke in a formal matter, whether it was to get on other's nerves or for his own enjoyment he wasn't quite sure himself. He would offer the other an appreciating grin though when she called him by his name without attaching an honorific to the front of it. "The way it usually goes is that either calling someone 'Mister' or 'Ma'am' is being formal and highly respectful to them. But it's entirely up to you how you really want to address others honestly. I usually don't really go the formal route." Killua stated with a shrug of his shoulders. It had never really been his way of talking, but that didn't mean he didn't know how to address others with respect. He could speak formally if he wanted to, but he felt odd when he did it as if he was trying to win over someone's approval. His sapphire blue optics looked at the mug that was pushed toward him, glad that it was in a nice container that he couldn't break all that easily like plastic. He almost seemed to expertly use his paws, using his metal claws as leverage for the handle as he lifted it up to his mouth. He didn't seem to mind the temperature of the chocolate, the cold of the night having lowered the temperature that would make it easier to drink. A hum escaped him as the liquid drained down into his throat. He never got tired of it. He felt chocolate on his lips as he lowered the cup, using his salmon-hued tongue to wipe away at the excess. He noticed that there was a slightly different taste to the chocolate. Killua having taste-tested different types of foods over the years as his training made him susceptible to any changes a food went through. It was primarily used to identify poisons but it could be used to deal with different flavors. It was a little bit sweeter than a regular hot chocolate directly outside of the package. "You add more sugar to this? Pretty awesome if you ask me." Killua would state with a light-hearted chuckle toward the albino leopard as he took another sip from the mug. Anything sugary was usually great to Killua's taste. Unless it was spicy. Then keep him away from it.
His eyes tracked her reaction to his last question and noticed a slight change in her body language. He caught her by surprise. He knew that as soon as she started talking there was a specific reason why the other had been out tonight. The albino serval then was given his answer when the other had wanted to see if he was okay or not. He definitely wasn't mentally, but physically he would heal in the next couple of weeks thanks to his stitch work that he had done a little after the incident. The assassin leaned back on his haunches in a relaxed manner, opening his mouth to start speaking while she was talking, but turned out that she wasn't finished. Then she started choking on a word that started with 'F', causing Killua to stop all of his actions for a second. His eyes seemed to be wide for a couple of seconds. Throughout his entire life, he had never had someone say that he was their friend. He was usually a nuisance to others and he had just accepted that about himself. Was she trying to call him his friend? She seemed hesitant. Why though? Contradicting questions rattled through his skull as he tried to figure out a way to probably respond. "Friend. You think of me as a friend?" Killua questioned the other, his tone not even remotely short to that of utter shock. He wasn't being rude toward her obviously, it was the simple factor that he didn't think it was actually happening. Could it though? She didn't know what he was though. She only saw him at the surface of what he really was because that's all he was willing to show. Either way though, he would wait for the other's response, as he seemed to remain shocked in this moment. He wasn't angry. He wasn't upset. He was simply surprised.
Killua had been given approval by the head of the family and that's all that mattered to him no matter how much his obsessed mother tried to drag the dog away from him. He didn't care. The assassin was able to wind down with the canine and actually tell the other's stories. Teaching the other to speak, and actually helping the other to speak all of the names of the Zoldyck family as practice. In the household, most of them spoke Japanese instead of English, and so that was language that he ended up teaching the dog. While he was nearing an apprentice age though, the wildcat had been instructed to bring the husky to his father's quarters as well with himself. Killua had greatly enjoyed his time with the other, as it allowed him to act like a kid while for a large portion of his life he was treated as an adult. Which was a good and bad thing to the kitten. His family was cruel though, not bothering to take into consideration what Killua himself wanted. Killua didn't know any different though, and with him being so young he had no right to try and argue against his parents or their teachings. Where else would he go? He didn't exactly have relatives that he could live with until the tide of his family receeded and he could live the life that he wanted to. It was impossible. They could track him down wherever he went so there was no point in trying to hide either. When Killua and his only friend had made it to his father's quarters, Killua had entered with a smile on his face. Killua had exited his father's quarters around thirty minutes later with no emotion spread on his face and blood on his cheek. Blood dripped from his paws down onto the ground as he walked, and his eyes almost made it seem like he was an empty husk. Killua had been given two options. To kill his friend, and if he refused then his older brother would kill the puppy in front of him. Killua had lost track of time on how many times he had begged his father to do anything else. Torture him for longer than the last session that he went through. Take a body part that was attached to him, but anything but taking away his friend. His father wouldn't budge, and his attention had been drawn to the black tiger that was his brother. Killua knew his brother probably better than the rest of his family as Illumi had been the one that had been training him up to this point. Illumi would torture the puppy for several hours on end, keeping him alive just barely so that Killua would learn his lesson about mercy. While if he did it, he would be able to end the pup's life quickly. Considering the limited extent of the pup's training when it came to learning the Japanese language, the other had no idea what he was talking about. Tears had streamed down the serval kitten's face when he had finally turned to look at his friend. The husky looking at him with excitement and a happy expression. The puppy soon figured out that there was something wrong with Killua with the look that he wore on his face, and the other called out his name. Killua broke then and there as he felt his claws sink into the throat of the canine, and he used his paws to snap the neck of the young pup.
That had been the last thing that his friend had said to him, and it was his own name. This meant that there was always a spark of fear that Killua had when it came to the thought of making friends. Would he kill them just like his brother Illumi had told him he would? Would they even want to be friends when he told them the truth? Killua wasn't exactly sure how to answer those questions, and the fear that constantly rotted him away kept him from really trying. Instead, he pushed other's away from him so that they wouldn't get too close and end up dead or severely injured. He was trying. God he was trying so hard and yet when he took a step forward he was always forced several steps back. Nothing ever went his way. Killua was looking at the albino clouded leopard after he spoke first and noticed the confused look that was on her face. Well, he had certainly never expected that before. The other probably had never been taught that there was a simple way to interact with someone and then there was a formal way. Killua rarely ever spoke in a formal matter, whether it was to get on other's nerves or for his own enjoyment he wasn't quite sure himself. He would offer the other an appreciating grin though when she called him by his name without attaching an honorific to the front of it. "The way it usually goes is that either calling someone 'Mister' or 'Ma'am' is being formal and highly respectful to them. But it's entirely up to you how you really want to address others honestly. I usually don't really go the formal route." Killua stated with a shrug of his shoulders. It had never really been his way of talking, but that didn't mean he didn't know how to address others with respect. He could speak formally if he wanted to, but he felt odd when he did it as if he was trying to win over someone's approval. His sapphire blue optics looked at the mug that was pushed toward him, glad that it was in a nice container that he couldn't break all that easily like plastic. He almost seemed to expertly use his paws, using his metal claws as leverage for the handle as he lifted it up to his mouth. He didn't seem to mind the temperature of the chocolate, the cold of the night having lowered the temperature that would make it easier to drink. A hum escaped him as the liquid drained down into his throat. He never got tired of it. He felt chocolate on his lips as he lowered the cup, using his salmon-hued tongue to wipe away at the excess. He noticed that there was a slightly different taste to the chocolate. Killua having taste-tested different types of foods over the years as his training made him susceptible to any changes a food went through. It was primarily used to identify poisons but it could be used to deal with different flavors. It was a little bit sweeter than a regular hot chocolate directly outside of the package. "You add more sugar to this? Pretty awesome if you ask me." Killua would state with a light-hearted chuckle toward the albino leopard as he took another sip from the mug. Anything sugary was usually great to Killua's taste. Unless it was spicy. Then keep him away from it.
His eyes tracked her reaction to his last question and noticed a slight change in her body language. He caught her by surprise. He knew that as soon as she started talking there was a specific reason why the other had been out tonight. The albino serval then was given his answer when the other had wanted to see if he was okay or not. He definitely wasn't mentally, but physically he would heal in the next couple of weeks thanks to his stitch work that he had done a little after the incident. The assassin leaned back on his haunches in a relaxed manner, opening his mouth to start speaking while she was talking, but turned out that she wasn't finished. Then she started choking on a word that started with 'F', causing Killua to stop all of his actions for a second. His eyes seemed to be wide for a couple of seconds. Throughout his entire life, he had never had someone say that he was their friend. He was usually a nuisance to others and he had just accepted that about himself. Was she trying to call him his friend? She seemed hesitant. Why though? Contradicting questions rattled through his skull as he tried to figure out a way to probably respond. "Friend. You think of me as a friend?" Killua questioned the other, his tone not even remotely short to that of utter shock. He wasn't being rude toward her obviously, it was the simple factor that he didn't think it was actually happening. Could it though? She didn't know what he was though. She only saw him at the surface of what he really was because that's all he was willing to show. Either way though, he would wait for the other's response, as he seemed to remain shocked in this moment. He wasn't angry. He wasn't upset. He was simply surprised.
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ASSASSINATION THE FAMILY TRADE
WE ALL TAKE IT UP
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO