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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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From the very beginning, the wildcat had been told what he would end up becoming and where his life would head. The life of an assassin was a difficult path to follow, and incredibly dangerous. Most of those that were in the business didn't reach a ripe old age and instead were usually killed by other assassins or picked the wrong fight. There of course was some exceptions to this, as his grandfather was probably as old as dirt now, and was still going out on jobs with his father from time to time. He actually liked his grandfather because the male didn't really seem to be as serious as the rest of his family. Maybe it was also the fact that his grandfather spoiled him from time to time. He would some of the few that were capable of showing some form of compassion to Killua while he was growing up. Killua didn't have a choice in the training that he received, and originally he had believed that his family had been right to do the horrible things to him. Having grown up in such an environment, Killua had thought it was normal for every family to go through what he was going through. Killua was also secluded from the rest of the world until his training was done, forced to stay inside of the mansion that Killua soon considered to be a prison that his parents had created. A couple of the butlers that they had weree interesting, but most of the time they were ordered to avoid him entirely, which upset him because he just wanted to talk to someone. The last thing he wanted to do was go seeking out his older brother for a form of a conversation. Illumi wasn't exactly the talkative type either. Instead, Killua kept himself busy by playing games, which helped his mental skills, and eating lots and lots of candy. Killua had to be careful with the foods that he ate around the mansion, as there was a chance that as a form of a test that his family would poison the food that he would eat. This caused Killua, over time, to check every piece of food that he was given to make sure that it wasn't poisoned. If it was a type of poison that would have little to no effect on him, he would end up eating it anyway to show his parents out of spite that he didn't care and what they did, didn't trouble him. Like any child around that age, they wanted to explore and learn the world around him. Instead, he was forced to learn the business and how the family ran itself and how they were constantly being given jobs.
How to tell if a job was a scam, or how to tell if a job was worth it simply to create ties with the clients that had submitted the request. There were so many different factors to the family business, and it was probably one of the more boring pieces of training that he went through. Eventually, his curiosity couldn't be stopped and he started to sneak out of the house to see exactly what he was missing. His family was famous and it wasn't really a surprise to find people trying to get in or just to view the gates of the estate almost like a tourist attraction. The young male instead went into a nearby population to see what kind of faces that were there. He enjoyed his time away from the house, and it only became a matter of time before one of the butlers were tasked in finding him to bring him home. Once he arrived back home, it was made clear that his next torture session would be more severe as a form of punishment. Killua didn't sneak out of the house again. Killua started to show distaste for the tasks that he was forced to do for his families, including the jobs that he was given. He picked fewer every single day, and sometimes he wouldn't take one for an entire week. He was scolded and threatened by his family to get his act together, and in order to simply get them off of his back, he agreed. The wildcat took a job that took him to the clans, having heard plenty of stories about them from his brother and his father. The job was just a basic assassination of someone that was in charge of one of the clans. When Killua had arrived at the clan, he was shocked to be approached by faces that he had never seen before stating that they knew him. This immediately put him on edge as no one should know his identity at all, so he did the best he could to avoid those that had stated as such. The assassin had found his target of the group though, her name being Crypticsoul. He decided that he would use deception around the group, and work on a couple of other jobs that were nearby. Killua gained the trust of those that were around him, even if they were slightly suspicious of him for his strange actions. Finally, he made his move against the clan leader, attacking the feline, and watching her turn into a dragon. At the end of the night, his paw was inside of her throat, and she was electrocuted to death. As soon as the creature fell to the ground dead, Killua moved on to the next group where he would be able to lay low for a little while. It was there that he got two more contracts, both of them being leaders of clans as well. Killua still couldn't shake the feeling of how the animals in the previous clan somehow seemed to know him.
It made no sense, and there was always a pain in his head as he tried to go back through his memories to see if he had forgotten something, but there was never anything there. Settling down into the new place, he handled the other contract fairly easily. Sending a letter to the clan leader in an allies writing requesting the other's presence to discuss some events that they wanted to hold between the clans. He slaughtered the female in the clan territory before delivering her corpse back as instructed. After sending a hawk to his family to confirm the kill, he returned back to the clan that had no idea what he had done. The assassin had only one more contract left, but he wasn't sure how to feel about it. Tama was a serval like him, and was incredibly kind and what he considered too naive. The female trusted anyone that came across his path and had been there when she accepted him into the clan. Tama never gave off any indication that she was strong, and Killua had underestimated her. Not only that, Tama regarded Killua with care. The look in her eyes trying to make sure that he was fine and happy in the place that she considered to be her home. She tried to show that she cared for him and Killua pushed her away, confused at her actions. His only interaction with those that were even remotely nice were those that tried to get an advantage over others. Killua couldn't let that happen to him while he was there on a job. He tried to gather as much information on her powers but only was able to get a grasp on a couple of powers that she had. Tama was extremely merciful, especially when it came to her enemies, which made absolutely no sense to Killua at the time. He tried to kill her. He took her by surprise, leading her to a place where they could be alone. For the first time in his life, he lost a fight. The female pointed her trident at his throat, and he stayed there waiting for his death. He stared at her with confused eyes as she simply stepped off of him, and said that she wasn't going to kill him. Killua reacted in the only way that he could, aggressively. Why would she spare someone like him? He had just tried to kill her! It went against any logic. So, he ran. Killua ran as far away as he could from the clan leader, and yet, something kept him from leaving the clan altogether. Several days after that, Tama continued to treat him with kindness and didn't speak out to the rest of the clan about what he had done, and instead kept it as a secret. Tama even promoted Killua once during that time, confusing him further.
At some point, he even started to enjoy clan life a little bit. Until Illumi came around to remind him what he was and that he didn't belong here. His older brother breaking his body to where he couldn't move, leaving the rest of the clan to find him broken and beaten. At that moment, fear drove him to leave as Illumi wouldn't stop at trying to craft him into the perfect assassin that his family needed. Killua found himself in another clan that was basically in ruins with little to no leader to be found. Everyone that he came across was immediately annoyed with his attitudes and some even hated his very presence. Killua could care less about what others thought of him. Then, he met Circusclown. The old male from the group that he had once been in was similar to him in many ways. It was because of the other clan leader that Killua was able to discover morals. It was because of Circusclown that he started to go down the path that would eventually be the person that he was today. Life was precious, and he wasn't the one to decide whether or not it should end. Nothing ever had a happy ending though, as Circusclown took his own life, leaving nothing but a note behind and candy that the leader knew that he loved. Killua had never lost anyone that he had cared about before. He didn't know LOSS. Killua avoided those that he was close to, and didn't bother to voice his fears and concern. Who was going to teach him to be something other than an assassin now? Killua had sobbed to himself silently away from the rest of the clan so no one could see him in a vulnerable position. It was during that time that he knew Circusclown, that he came across someone named Stark. The guy was incredibly annoying to Killua at first, using a horrible nickname to address him all the time. The guy remained fairly calm and chill in Killua's mind, their banter happening constantly to almost no end. Secretly, they cared for one another, and Killua was even a little bit shocked when he had heard Stark nearly got crushed by a building in their territory, and instead had played it off by teasing the guy for the lack of knowledge on buildings. Both of them were mindful of their boundaries, and soon their interactions became like clockwork as Killua constantly visited the group from the group that he was with. The clan that he didn't consider to be the one he stayed in the most, listened to his troubles when he was angry or pissed or just needing to talk to someone.
Then came the day where he was dropped onto their borders at the brink of death. His brother had found where he had been hiding this entire time and made sure to drive it through his head that he didn't belong in the clans. Killua had his metal claws ripped out, almost all of his legs broken and he was bleeding from multiple wounds. Everyone around him had been shocked as they came upon the scene, and hurriedly worked to try and patch him up before he died. Stark had been here, and the other's expression had remained calm, although Killua doubted the guy had been that calm. The young assassin had been confused about why they were helping him. He believed that he would die that day, as he wasn't part of their clan and had only visited from time to time. Killua knew that they were wasting their resources on someone who may or may not survive the wounds that had been given to him. But, they weren't going to let him die. They cared about him. They said that he was their friend. After hearing that, Killua kept his mouth shut, and let the medics worked. Once he had healed enough, Killua knew that it was time for him to leave. Illumi was going to end up targetting those that he cared about and rip apart the bonds that he had created. He disappeared, not sure if everyone he once knew would survive or if he would ever see them again. Compared to everything else in his life, it had probably been the most painful decision he had ever made. It was there that he found himself in Snowbound. He didn't know how far this clan, or tribe as they called themselves, was from the place he once called home. Killua settled down in the place for quite some time. After a little while, Stark arrived in Snowbound to Killua's surprise. The serval was more than happy to see the canine again, as seeing familiar faces put him at ease when he was all alone again.
As soon as they recognized each other, their banter immediately continued. Eventually, Stark had the unfortunate experience of witnessing the aftermath of one of Killua's night terrors. It was there that the canine had called the young male 'son', which at the time Killua hadn't really noticed what he said. Days later that Killua would approach the canine with the question if he had actually meant it. Killua never had anyone to consider to be his family, as he doesn't consider the Zoldyck's to be family. Stark went straight to the point and said that he indeed considered him a son. At that moment, Killua knew that he had to reveal to Stark that he wasn't a good guy, he was a murderer and his family was terrible creatures that didn't deserve pity or the aspect of friendship. Stark was quick to shut him down, and didn't judge him for his past, similar to how London had reacted to him. Both of them had accepted him with open arms, an experience that he never believed that he had experienced. Killua had no idea what had happened to Stark when the canine had disappeared for a certain amount of time. But, Killua wasn't his babysitter and wasn't going to constantly keep track of him all of the time. The guy could easily take care of himself if he did get into any trouble. There was always a small form of doubt in the pit of his stomach about what if he was actually dead. No. He had to have more faith in him than that. Killua believed that if he hadn't seen someone in a long time, they were either dead or had simply disappeared from his life. It was almost too easy for him to let go of those that he cared about.
Killua was enjoying his time in Elysium. He had yet to claim any of the buildings as his own, as he wasn't about to settle down in a place that he wasn't entirely certain on yet. The albino serval usually went back to his old habits when he wasn't certain about something, and this area had changed so much since the last time he had been around. He had been told that Snowbound may actually still be around, but he needed more information to go off rather than just simple rumors as well. When he had gone to try and reunite with those that had lived in Snowbound, he was greeted by the ash of the buildings that the area once held. He didn't know if the fire was an accident, or if someone had attacked the group and burned it down to the ground. The thought made his stomach sink, and if he found out exactly who had done this, he would kill them if they were indeed the enemy. The albino serval walked around at all times of the day. The last time he slept was around three days ago, but thanks to his training he was used to walking around with no sleep. This allowed him some time to get used to his surroundings and dig for more information. He wanted to know the territory like it was the back of his hand in just a couple of days. There was only one person that he recognized in this place, and her name was Tena. Luckily for him, she seemed to be the leader of this place, and it was relatively peaceful. He didn't hear any news of something happening to the other groups that were around, and there was one new group that he knew nothing about, the Rosebloods. As usual, when it came to peaceful clans though, Killua was quick to grow bored. A sigh would escape the assassin's jaws as he was sitting at the edge of the cliff looking out toward the ocean. The territory was certainly beautiful, but beauty could only draw his attention for so long. Despite sitting there like he was site seeing, the assassin had his senses on high alert scouting the areas around him with his enhanced hearing. It was one of the best powers that he had at his disposal and made it extremely difficult for anyone to try and sneak up on him. Killua would look down at his paws, his metal claws unsheathed like they usually were. He had grown up a bit, he was a little bit bigger. His fur wasn't as fluffy as it used to be as he grew into his body more.
The only major, if one could call it that, physical change was his right arm. Patches of fur were mixing where Illumi had attacked him several months ago, breaking his arm and nearly maiming him to death for the third time in his life. Killua didn't care about the missing fur, although he wished it grow back a little bit quicker so that he didn't look like an idiot. A yawn parted his maw as he got up onto his paws. Enough sightseeing for today, he might as well go see if there were any animals at the borders looking to join. He wasn't the most welcoming face in the world, as he didn't care what most people did as long as they weren't there to cause trouble. Killua stopped himself when his enhanced senses were able to catch the sound of something near the border. Finally, something that could keep his mind off of the many thoughts he had. Killua began to move in that direction before even hearing the creature speak. It was only when the creature did speak that Killua froze completely. His sapphire blue eyes widened as they looked off into the distance, and he could feel his heart rate immediately start to increase to the point where he could hear the pounding in his ears. His body reacted as he was forced to suck in a breath of air, realizing that he had been holding his breath as he listened to the voice. It was Stark. The bastard was alive. It took several seconds for Killua to come out of his shock and immediately begin sprinting in the direction he heard the voice coming from. While he was running, he eventually teleported into branches of the trees he was running around. Opting to leap from tree to tree as it would make the traveling a lot faster. Killua movements were quite fast, but his movements still remained silent thanks to his air elementals, and he didn't have to worry about anyone catching his scent as he had none.
The adrenaline that pumped through his veins caused him to breath heavier, and his body instinctively forced himself to calm down, as making too much noise was one way to get one killed. It took Killua several minutes to arrive on the scene, in which there were already two faces that he recognized that was talking to Stark. He stood on a branch that was 15ft above the group, his chest expanding with the breaths that he taking. Killua's eyes were quickly able to notice that the guy didn't look all that great, but that was something to worry about later. Crouching on the branch that he was on, with the widest smile on his face, Killua jumped from the branch toward Stark. As soon as his body left the branch and he was in his jump, bubbled laughter would escape his jaws as he aimed to wrap his arms around the canine's throat. Of course, he didn't use his claws, and instead it was in the form of a hug, a hug that he never really sought out with anyone except Amorette. Killua didn't think about how the action could possibly terrify his father figure, as his excitement had clouded his judgment slightly. If the movement was successful, the albino serval would bury his face into the side of Stark's neck, his grip on the canine tightening as he did so. The entire time, Killua would be laughing happening, and then eventually the Zoldyck would begin to feel tears prick under his eyelids. He did not sob. He did not speak. The feelings that he had never experienced before, could not be expressed into words. A small part of his brain was afraid of the feelings that he was having, as it could put those around him in danger if he became emotionally compromised. But right now, he didn't give a single damn.
How to tell if a job was a scam, or how to tell if a job was worth it simply to create ties with the clients that had submitted the request. There were so many different factors to the family business, and it was probably one of the more boring pieces of training that he went through. Eventually, his curiosity couldn't be stopped and he started to sneak out of the house to see exactly what he was missing. His family was famous and it wasn't really a surprise to find people trying to get in or just to view the gates of the estate almost like a tourist attraction. The young male instead went into a nearby population to see what kind of faces that were there. He enjoyed his time away from the house, and it only became a matter of time before one of the butlers were tasked in finding him to bring him home. Once he arrived back home, it was made clear that his next torture session would be more severe as a form of punishment. Killua didn't sneak out of the house again. Killua started to show distaste for the tasks that he was forced to do for his families, including the jobs that he was given. He picked fewer every single day, and sometimes he wouldn't take one for an entire week. He was scolded and threatened by his family to get his act together, and in order to simply get them off of his back, he agreed. The wildcat took a job that took him to the clans, having heard plenty of stories about them from his brother and his father. The job was just a basic assassination of someone that was in charge of one of the clans. When Killua had arrived at the clan, he was shocked to be approached by faces that he had never seen before stating that they knew him. This immediately put him on edge as no one should know his identity at all, so he did the best he could to avoid those that had stated as such. The assassin had found his target of the group though, her name being Crypticsoul. He decided that he would use deception around the group, and work on a couple of other jobs that were nearby. Killua gained the trust of those that were around him, even if they were slightly suspicious of him for his strange actions. Finally, he made his move against the clan leader, attacking the feline, and watching her turn into a dragon. At the end of the night, his paw was inside of her throat, and she was electrocuted to death. As soon as the creature fell to the ground dead, Killua moved on to the next group where he would be able to lay low for a little while. It was there that he got two more contracts, both of them being leaders of clans as well. Killua still couldn't shake the feeling of how the animals in the previous clan somehow seemed to know him.
It made no sense, and there was always a pain in his head as he tried to go back through his memories to see if he had forgotten something, but there was never anything there. Settling down into the new place, he handled the other contract fairly easily. Sending a letter to the clan leader in an allies writing requesting the other's presence to discuss some events that they wanted to hold between the clans. He slaughtered the female in the clan territory before delivering her corpse back as instructed. After sending a hawk to his family to confirm the kill, he returned back to the clan that had no idea what he had done. The assassin had only one more contract left, but he wasn't sure how to feel about it. Tama was a serval like him, and was incredibly kind and what he considered too naive. The female trusted anyone that came across his path and had been there when she accepted him into the clan. Tama never gave off any indication that she was strong, and Killua had underestimated her. Not only that, Tama regarded Killua with care. The look in her eyes trying to make sure that he was fine and happy in the place that she considered to be her home. She tried to show that she cared for him and Killua pushed her away, confused at her actions. His only interaction with those that were even remotely nice were those that tried to get an advantage over others. Killua couldn't let that happen to him while he was there on a job. He tried to gather as much information on her powers but only was able to get a grasp on a couple of powers that she had. Tama was extremely merciful, especially when it came to her enemies, which made absolutely no sense to Killua at the time. He tried to kill her. He took her by surprise, leading her to a place where they could be alone. For the first time in his life, he lost a fight. The female pointed her trident at his throat, and he stayed there waiting for his death. He stared at her with confused eyes as she simply stepped off of him, and said that she wasn't going to kill him. Killua reacted in the only way that he could, aggressively. Why would she spare someone like him? He had just tried to kill her! It went against any logic. So, he ran. Killua ran as far away as he could from the clan leader, and yet, something kept him from leaving the clan altogether. Several days after that, Tama continued to treat him with kindness and didn't speak out to the rest of the clan about what he had done, and instead kept it as a secret. Tama even promoted Killua once during that time, confusing him further.
At some point, he even started to enjoy clan life a little bit. Until Illumi came around to remind him what he was and that he didn't belong here. His older brother breaking his body to where he couldn't move, leaving the rest of the clan to find him broken and beaten. At that moment, fear drove him to leave as Illumi wouldn't stop at trying to craft him into the perfect assassin that his family needed. Killua found himself in another clan that was basically in ruins with little to no leader to be found. Everyone that he came across was immediately annoyed with his attitudes and some even hated his very presence. Killua could care less about what others thought of him. Then, he met Circusclown. The old male from the group that he had once been in was similar to him in many ways. It was because of the other clan leader that Killua was able to discover morals. It was because of Circusclown that he started to go down the path that would eventually be the person that he was today. Life was precious, and he wasn't the one to decide whether or not it should end. Nothing ever had a happy ending though, as Circusclown took his own life, leaving nothing but a note behind and candy that the leader knew that he loved. Killua had never lost anyone that he had cared about before. He didn't know LOSS. Killua avoided those that he was close to, and didn't bother to voice his fears and concern. Who was going to teach him to be something other than an assassin now? Killua had sobbed to himself silently away from the rest of the clan so no one could see him in a vulnerable position. It was during that time that he knew Circusclown, that he came across someone named Stark. The guy was incredibly annoying to Killua at first, using a horrible nickname to address him all the time. The guy remained fairly calm and chill in Killua's mind, their banter happening constantly to almost no end. Secretly, they cared for one another, and Killua was even a little bit shocked when he had heard Stark nearly got crushed by a building in their territory, and instead had played it off by teasing the guy for the lack of knowledge on buildings. Both of them were mindful of their boundaries, and soon their interactions became like clockwork as Killua constantly visited the group from the group that he was with. The clan that he didn't consider to be the one he stayed in the most, listened to his troubles when he was angry or pissed or just needing to talk to someone.
Then came the day where he was dropped onto their borders at the brink of death. His brother had found where he had been hiding this entire time and made sure to drive it through his head that he didn't belong in the clans. Killua had his metal claws ripped out, almost all of his legs broken and he was bleeding from multiple wounds. Everyone around him had been shocked as they came upon the scene, and hurriedly worked to try and patch him up before he died. Stark had been here, and the other's expression had remained calm, although Killua doubted the guy had been that calm. The young assassin had been confused about why they were helping him. He believed that he would die that day, as he wasn't part of their clan and had only visited from time to time. Killua knew that they were wasting their resources on someone who may or may not survive the wounds that had been given to him. But, they weren't going to let him die. They cared about him. They said that he was their friend. After hearing that, Killua kept his mouth shut, and let the medics worked. Once he had healed enough, Killua knew that it was time for him to leave. Illumi was going to end up targetting those that he cared about and rip apart the bonds that he had created. He disappeared, not sure if everyone he once knew would survive or if he would ever see them again. Compared to everything else in his life, it had probably been the most painful decision he had ever made. It was there that he found himself in Snowbound. He didn't know how far this clan, or tribe as they called themselves, was from the place he once called home. Killua settled down in the place for quite some time. After a little while, Stark arrived in Snowbound to Killua's surprise. The serval was more than happy to see the canine again, as seeing familiar faces put him at ease when he was all alone again.
As soon as they recognized each other, their banter immediately continued. Eventually, Stark had the unfortunate experience of witnessing the aftermath of one of Killua's night terrors. It was there that the canine had called the young male 'son', which at the time Killua hadn't really noticed what he said. Days later that Killua would approach the canine with the question if he had actually meant it. Killua never had anyone to consider to be his family, as he doesn't consider the Zoldyck's to be family. Stark went straight to the point and said that he indeed considered him a son. At that moment, Killua knew that he had to reveal to Stark that he wasn't a good guy, he was a murderer and his family was terrible creatures that didn't deserve pity or the aspect of friendship. Stark was quick to shut him down, and didn't judge him for his past, similar to how London had reacted to him. Both of them had accepted him with open arms, an experience that he never believed that he had experienced. Killua had no idea what had happened to Stark when the canine had disappeared for a certain amount of time. But, Killua wasn't his babysitter and wasn't going to constantly keep track of him all of the time. The guy could easily take care of himself if he did get into any trouble. There was always a small form of doubt in the pit of his stomach about what if he was actually dead. No. He had to have more faith in him than that. Killua believed that if he hadn't seen someone in a long time, they were either dead or had simply disappeared from his life. It was almost too easy for him to let go of those that he cared about.
Killua was enjoying his time in Elysium. He had yet to claim any of the buildings as his own, as he wasn't about to settle down in a place that he wasn't entirely certain on yet. The albino serval usually went back to his old habits when he wasn't certain about something, and this area had changed so much since the last time he had been around. He had been told that Snowbound may actually still be around, but he needed more information to go off rather than just simple rumors as well. When he had gone to try and reunite with those that had lived in Snowbound, he was greeted by the ash of the buildings that the area once held. He didn't know if the fire was an accident, or if someone had attacked the group and burned it down to the ground. The thought made his stomach sink, and if he found out exactly who had done this, he would kill them if they were indeed the enemy. The albino serval walked around at all times of the day. The last time he slept was around three days ago, but thanks to his training he was used to walking around with no sleep. This allowed him some time to get used to his surroundings and dig for more information. He wanted to know the territory like it was the back of his hand in just a couple of days. There was only one person that he recognized in this place, and her name was Tena. Luckily for him, she seemed to be the leader of this place, and it was relatively peaceful. He didn't hear any news of something happening to the other groups that were around, and there was one new group that he knew nothing about, the Rosebloods. As usual, when it came to peaceful clans though, Killua was quick to grow bored. A sigh would escape the assassin's jaws as he was sitting at the edge of the cliff looking out toward the ocean. The territory was certainly beautiful, but beauty could only draw his attention for so long. Despite sitting there like he was site seeing, the assassin had his senses on high alert scouting the areas around him with his enhanced hearing. It was one of the best powers that he had at his disposal and made it extremely difficult for anyone to try and sneak up on him. Killua would look down at his paws, his metal claws unsheathed like they usually were. He had grown up a bit, he was a little bit bigger. His fur wasn't as fluffy as it used to be as he grew into his body more.
The only major, if one could call it that, physical change was his right arm. Patches of fur were mixing where Illumi had attacked him several months ago, breaking his arm and nearly maiming him to death for the third time in his life. Killua didn't care about the missing fur, although he wished it grow back a little bit quicker so that he didn't look like an idiot. A yawn parted his maw as he got up onto his paws. Enough sightseeing for today, he might as well go see if there were any animals at the borders looking to join. He wasn't the most welcoming face in the world, as he didn't care what most people did as long as they weren't there to cause trouble. Killua stopped himself when his enhanced senses were able to catch the sound of something near the border. Finally, something that could keep his mind off of the many thoughts he had. Killua began to move in that direction before even hearing the creature speak. It was only when the creature did speak that Killua froze completely. His sapphire blue eyes widened as they looked off into the distance, and he could feel his heart rate immediately start to increase to the point where he could hear the pounding in his ears. His body reacted as he was forced to suck in a breath of air, realizing that he had been holding his breath as he listened to the voice. It was Stark. The bastard was alive. It took several seconds for Killua to come out of his shock and immediately begin sprinting in the direction he heard the voice coming from. While he was running, he eventually teleported into branches of the trees he was running around. Opting to leap from tree to tree as it would make the traveling a lot faster. Killua movements were quite fast, but his movements still remained silent thanks to his air elementals, and he didn't have to worry about anyone catching his scent as he had none.
The adrenaline that pumped through his veins caused him to breath heavier, and his body instinctively forced himself to calm down, as making too much noise was one way to get one killed. It took Killua several minutes to arrive on the scene, in which there were already two faces that he recognized that was talking to Stark. He stood on a branch that was 15ft above the group, his chest expanding with the breaths that he taking. Killua's eyes were quickly able to notice that the guy didn't look all that great, but that was something to worry about later. Crouching on the branch that he was on, with the widest smile on his face, Killua jumped from the branch toward Stark. As soon as his body left the branch and he was in his jump, bubbled laughter would escape his jaws as he aimed to wrap his arms around the canine's throat. Of course, he didn't use his claws, and instead it was in the form of a hug, a hug that he never really sought out with anyone except Amorette. Killua didn't think about how the action could possibly terrify his father figure, as his excitement had clouded his judgment slightly. If the movement was successful, the albino serval would bury his face into the side of Stark's neck, his grip on the canine tightening as he did so. The entire time, Killua would be laughing happening, and then eventually the Zoldyck would begin to feel tears prick under his eyelids. He did not sob. He did not speak. The feelings that he had never experienced before, could not be expressed into words. A small part of his brain was afraid of the feelings that he was having, as it could put those around him in danger if he became emotionally compromised. But right now, he didn't give a single damn.
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