04-22-2018, 01:24 AM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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Killua hadn't always been argumentive when it came to dealing with other's that he interacted with. When he was a kitten he didn't dare think about raising his voice to his parents at any time of the day. He knew that if he did he would just be punished like he always did. If he failed to meet their expectation he would then again be punished for what he had done. He had an image of his mind what the perfect son could possibly look like and he tried his best to match what his parents had wanted him to. Killua hadn't gotten accustomed to pain and he didn't want to feel any sort of pain either, as he would rather go through his life just studying the textbooks that they constantly gave him and nothing else. He was a good kid and would eat the food that was presented to him. Even if he didn't know if it was going to be poisoned as a practice that his family enjoyed doing when they ate together. Which was rare in itself but still. The wildcat would often sit around the table that the Zoldyck family had, which gave them a sense of sophistication. They were an incredibly rich family and usually got whatever the hell they wanted by simply stating their name alone as they were that famous around the area that they lived in. Killua would sit there and be presented with some type of food that the butlers had gotten out for them while they were hunting. There were a couple chances that poisoned substances had been injected into the body of the animal that he was about to eat and thinking that his family wouldn't trick him made him trust them a little bit too much. Killua would bite into the food without a second thought, and soon the wildcat would begin convulsing in pain as the poison was quick to spread through the rest of his body. The family almost didn't seem to react as Killua began to vomit up everything in his stomach onto the ground before. The young male had no idea what to do at that point, but he was gagging so much that he couldn't possibly call out to the rest of his family for help. When his struggles became too much ignore, he was taken out of the room and instead thrown into one of the dungeons that were there. Occasionally, he could see the sad glances that the butlers had given him, knowing that they didn't have a choice to do what they were told. They would either do it or be punished for it afterward if they didn't do their task. Sometimes they could even get themselves killed by not following an order from another Zoldyck manner. Killua only began to become the type to argue against other's when he grew up and after going out on a couple jobs to realize what the world was like. And at this point, he had realized that his family had lied to him, about everything that was out in the real world that was there. They had done it to keep him from wandering off on their own, but that only pissed him off even more. Killua was quicker to lose his temper at the age that he had just reached, and when his family got on his nerves, he could easily argue against what they said. Until he realized what he had just done and was filled with nothing but regret.
He knew what was going to happen next and usually saw himself out, heading straight to the dungeon room that he had been in several times before. He did the other's a favor by chaining his own paws down onto the ground, and depending on what his parents wanted, would depend on the number of lashing that he would get, that would be extremely close to his spine. The butlers that did this though were usually extremely skilled and weren't even close to snapping his spine in half with the force that they swung the whip against his body. Killua just thought of it as part of his training, and he stopped arguing with his parents a bit less just to avoid having to go through the bloody work of patching himself up and cleaning his fur from all of his own blood. The anger in him only seemed to be build even more as his time in the mansion progressed. He knew exactly how much he could get away with, and now he didn't care if he was whipped as a punishment because he could barely feel any sort of pain on the top layer of his skin, which was all scarred up anyway. They couldn't do anything to him anymore that would make him want to stay unless Illumi was involved, but luckily for Killua when he finally did leave his family, Illumi hadn't been there as he had been off on a job. If he had been, Killua wouldn't have been here as there was no way the wildcat would have been able to take on his brother, and part of him believed that he would never be able to take on the likes of his brother no matter how strong he ended up getting while he was living in the clans. What Killua would have given to let himself pass out right now on the ground. He just wanted to fall asleep but knew that his body wouldn't let him with all the stress that he was going through. His large ears did finally angle themselves toward Mel. He, of course, knew that she was there, it was practically impossible to miss the wildcat as she was literally the only species in the clan right now. He had a small frown spread across his jaws before he sighed in response to what she said. "Oi, I'm not ignoring you. I'm just.... tired is all." Killua muttered under his breath but made sure it was still loud enough for the mountain lion to hear him. He honestly hadn't meant to be rude at a time like this. He had thought the other knew that he knew she was there, but obviously, she didn't. Killua didn't even really seem to react to the nickname that the other had used, making it obvious to the condition that he was really in right now. "Gomen..." Killua stated as he puffed up his cheeks a little to eat his pride to apologize. Doubting that the other knew what the word meant, but he wasn't going to bother to translate. He glanced at the female from the corner of his eye so the other wouldn't think that he was giving her the cold shoulder. Although, he honestly gave everyone the cold shoulder nowadays. He raised one of the paws he had been resting his head on and adjusted his shoulder bandage, feeling the stitches tugging underneath the medical supply. His sapphire blue eyes directed themselves toward Jacob when he said that Snowbound got pretty crazy when the other had decided to leave. That was an understatement, but he hoped the other didn't know what he had specifically done. Killua knew what Kayn had done, although he hadn't seen the black wolf in a while.
While other's still believed that he hadn't done anything wrong, and he wanted to keep it that way. He wasn't in the right mental condition to try and reveal why he had done it to others. Not like they would understand and instead only focus on the surface of the situation. That's how most clanners were anyway. "That's one way of putting it." Killua shrugged his shoulder's, a neutral expression spread across his facial features. He had honestly hoped that Jacob would stop talking and just continue with the music so that KIllua could just listen to that and nothing else. It would make his life easier. The canine did continue to speak though, and what the other said next surprised Killua the most. The assassin even raised his head from his paw and his sapphire blue eyes widened slightly. The other was... apologizing? That didn't make enough sense to the wildcat considering that they had only exchanged a couple words on the border. What? Killua seemed to become confused as he processed the other's words for a couple of moments. How the hell was he going to respond to this? He had never reacted to someone that had apologized for him. No one had ever apologized to him his entire life. Killua seemed to be a loss for words, which led to him raising one of his paws and rubbing the back of his neck. "It isn't your fault. You were voicing your opinion and I was voicing mine. I've honestly been yelled at a lot worse so I didn't think you were actually snapping at me." Killua stated with a short chuckle escaping his jaws. Killua wasn't going to apologize what he said though, as everything he said made logical sense until proven otherwise. But he didn't think ill of Jacob at all. Considering the other was probably going through a form of shock and that Guru could have potentially messed with his head a little bit too much, they could have easily made the other say such things and Killua wouldn't have been able to figure that out. "I just look at things more logically than I think other's do. And I'm not that quick to forgive either." Killua said with a shrug of his shoulder's again. It was true. He didn't hold grudges, but the lack of trust that he had for the Typhoon would probably always be there. If he had wanted to, he could have gone to the place and assassinated her, but he didn't exactly want to start a war if the scene wasn't cleaned up enough. Killua's depressed demeanor seemed to change completely though at the mention of cookies. God, he could really use one right now. Moving up to a standing position, his shortened tail moved side to side in a lazy manner. "Sure, I could use one of those." Killua stated calmly, offering the other a tired grin.
He knew what was going to happen next and usually saw himself out, heading straight to the dungeon room that he had been in several times before. He did the other's a favor by chaining his own paws down onto the ground, and depending on what his parents wanted, would depend on the number of lashing that he would get, that would be extremely close to his spine. The butlers that did this though were usually extremely skilled and weren't even close to snapping his spine in half with the force that they swung the whip against his body. Killua just thought of it as part of his training, and he stopped arguing with his parents a bit less just to avoid having to go through the bloody work of patching himself up and cleaning his fur from all of his own blood. The anger in him only seemed to be build even more as his time in the mansion progressed. He knew exactly how much he could get away with, and now he didn't care if he was whipped as a punishment because he could barely feel any sort of pain on the top layer of his skin, which was all scarred up anyway. They couldn't do anything to him anymore that would make him want to stay unless Illumi was involved, but luckily for Killua when he finally did leave his family, Illumi hadn't been there as he had been off on a job. If he had been, Killua wouldn't have been here as there was no way the wildcat would have been able to take on his brother, and part of him believed that he would never be able to take on the likes of his brother no matter how strong he ended up getting while he was living in the clans. What Killua would have given to let himself pass out right now on the ground. He just wanted to fall asleep but knew that his body wouldn't let him with all the stress that he was going through. His large ears did finally angle themselves toward Mel. He, of course, knew that she was there, it was practically impossible to miss the wildcat as she was literally the only species in the clan right now. He had a small frown spread across his jaws before he sighed in response to what she said. "Oi, I'm not ignoring you. I'm just.... tired is all." Killua muttered under his breath but made sure it was still loud enough for the mountain lion to hear him. He honestly hadn't meant to be rude at a time like this. He had thought the other knew that he knew she was there, but obviously, she didn't. Killua didn't even really seem to react to the nickname that the other had used, making it obvious to the condition that he was really in right now. "Gomen..." Killua stated as he puffed up his cheeks a little to eat his pride to apologize. Doubting that the other knew what the word meant, but he wasn't going to bother to translate. He glanced at the female from the corner of his eye so the other wouldn't think that he was giving her the cold shoulder. Although, he honestly gave everyone the cold shoulder nowadays. He raised one of the paws he had been resting his head on and adjusted his shoulder bandage, feeling the stitches tugging underneath the medical supply. His sapphire blue eyes directed themselves toward Jacob when he said that Snowbound got pretty crazy when the other had decided to leave. That was an understatement, but he hoped the other didn't know what he had specifically done. Killua knew what Kayn had done, although he hadn't seen the black wolf in a while.
While other's still believed that he hadn't done anything wrong, and he wanted to keep it that way. He wasn't in the right mental condition to try and reveal why he had done it to others. Not like they would understand and instead only focus on the surface of the situation. That's how most clanners were anyway. "That's one way of putting it." Killua shrugged his shoulder's, a neutral expression spread across his facial features. He had honestly hoped that Jacob would stop talking and just continue with the music so that KIllua could just listen to that and nothing else. It would make his life easier. The canine did continue to speak though, and what the other said next surprised Killua the most. The assassin even raised his head from his paw and his sapphire blue eyes widened slightly. The other was... apologizing? That didn't make enough sense to the wildcat considering that they had only exchanged a couple words on the border. What? Killua seemed to become confused as he processed the other's words for a couple of moments. How the hell was he going to respond to this? He had never reacted to someone that had apologized for him. No one had ever apologized to him his entire life. Killua seemed to be a loss for words, which led to him raising one of his paws and rubbing the back of his neck. "It isn't your fault. You were voicing your opinion and I was voicing mine. I've honestly been yelled at a lot worse so I didn't think you were actually snapping at me." Killua stated with a short chuckle escaping his jaws. Killua wasn't going to apologize what he said though, as everything he said made logical sense until proven otherwise. But he didn't think ill of Jacob at all. Considering the other was probably going through a form of shock and that Guru could have potentially messed with his head a little bit too much, they could have easily made the other say such things and Killua wouldn't have been able to figure that out. "I just look at things more logically than I think other's do. And I'm not that quick to forgive either." Killua said with a shrug of his shoulder's again. It was true. He didn't hold grudges, but the lack of trust that he had for the Typhoon would probably always be there. If he had wanted to, he could have gone to the place and assassinated her, but he didn't exactly want to start a war if the scene wasn't cleaned up enough. Killua's depressed demeanor seemed to change completely though at the mention of cookies. God, he could really use one right now. Moving up to a standing position, his shortened tail moved side to side in a lazy manner. "Sure, I could use one of those." Killua stated calmly, offering the other a tired grin.
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