04-12-2018, 12:52 AM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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Happiness was not an emotion that Killua felt very often, especially after living the mansion that he had been born in. One would think that living such a hellhole, anything would be better than that. But ultimately he became surrounded by those that would do nothing but scold him and piss him off. There had been plenty of points when he first joined the clans that he thought about leaving and going back to that damned place again. Just to be able to get away from the idiots that he was surrounded by. Everyone that looked toward him knew that he probably didn't belong in a place like this, and they were absolutely right. But what they didn't know was that he was secretly trying to figure out a way to fit into a clan. The issue with Killua though was that he looked everything too logically. Why would a clanner react this way and this way makes more sense? Why do clanners trust each other so much to tell them each other secrets after they've seen each other twice? Sometimes Killua would just come to the conclusion that all of them were idiots without really giving it any second thought to figure out the reason why they did what they did. He knew that if he asked them the question, they would probably look at him like he was some freak and then struggle to formulate an answer that would satisfy what he was asking for. There was one instance though that he was able to see how a group caring for someone that they didn't even really know could come a long way. He had decided to live in a second clan, one where he ended up meeting his adopted sister, and he traveled from one clan to the next quite often. The assassin was interested in the other group because there seemed to be interesting personalities that lived there and ones that could get along with, with his teasing. It was on his way there though, that he came across someone that was starting to bleed to death. The animal was a domestic cat and looked similar to him with regard to age. At this point, there was still no one around to teach him what morals actually meant and what should and shouldn't be killed at the first sight. Killua had stood over the other apprentice, gauging the other's wounds to see whether or not the other would survive the wounds that had been given to him. Killua realized that the other most likely wouldn't survive, so it would be best just to put him out of his misery. Killua had been prepared to kill the other, and almost had gotten the chance to if it hadn't been for the clan leader nearby to come and stop him from doing so. It pissed Killua off why the other thought that he could save someone like that. Killua starting spitting out logical fact toward the other. Using any of their healing resources on someone that was bound to die anyone would be a waste. There was no point in doing something like that. Killua ended up attacking the clan leader that he had started to think fo him becoming his friend. Then Circusclown, the animal he had ended up fighting, gave him a lecture of one that he had never forgotten. Life was hard, and everyone was going to die eventually, but he didn't have to the right to dictate how their life should end, just like how he believed that his family couldn't control how he wanted to live his life, assassin or not. That part of it made sense, and the maine coon had even gone to say that everyone had a right to live and to get a second chance. Killua didn't realize how important life actually was until that very point, and he felt nothing but guilt and disgust for what he had been about to do.
They just wanted to help someone, and that was because it was the right thing to do instead of ending their life like an injured horse that couldn't do its work anymore. Killua had a lot to learn when it came to him and the clans, and finally, the assassin had opted to help the other out with healing the other's injuries. Which was all possible thanks to his conjuration and nothing else. Killua cherished the moments that he had with that clan leader, to the point that maybe he had even looked at him as some sort of father figure. Even if they were almost always at each other's throats with the constant challenges that hey spouted toward one another. They were similar, and yet they were different toward one another. Then for once, it wasn't his family that had dealt him the short straw to kill Circusclown when the other meant so much to him. Instead, the clan leader had opted to take his own life, a moment that Killua would never forget and secretly mourn other. He doubted other's realized how important that the other male had ended up being toward him, as he taught him valuable lessons of life. He had wanted to repay the bastard some way or another, and he would never have a chance. Before he did, the bastard had left him a bag of candy just for him, knowing exactly how addicted the assassin was when it came to the candy. Killua refused to eat any of the candy in the bag, fearing that if he did he would forget who the other was. Besides, he had already forgotten a large portion of his life based on what the female had said, the one that he ended up meeting in the Typhoon. Telling him a story about something that he couldn't remember, that most likely his family could have possibly gotten rid of. What else had they done to his mind that he didn't know about? It frustrated the young assassin to no end, and not only that, it made him afraid of his family. They were smarter than he had originally thought. They could read him like a book and there was no way for him to fully escape from their clutches. Especially after what had just happened on the border where he had murdered two animals in cold blood just because his body had wanted to. That couldn't have been him that had done it. Usually, he had control over what his next action was, but this time he couldn't get his body to move. Killua left the scene seconds later after everyone had appeared, saying that it was all self-defense. Lying as if it was next best thing in the world. On his way back toward where he lived, which wasn't the camp that everyone else lived in, he nearly had a panic attack of what he had just done. Killua having been on a clean streak of not killing someone for over three months now. All the work he had done to make sure that didn't happen, wasted. A heavy sigh escaped the deputies jaws as he was sitting in a clearing in the pine forest that made up the majority of the territory. It was late at night, and he couldn't sleep. More like he didn't want to sleep. The cold of the night didn't really affect him all that much, and his ears flicked back and forth as he listened on to the silence as a couple snowflakes would fall from the trees. The sky was clear though. He noticed the stars that were above them and knew nothing about him. He knew that some groups believed that their ancestors lived in the stars. He wasn't naive to believe those sorts of fairy tales. Killua wasn't alone while he was sitting there though, as there seemed to be something moving around his neck. Few knew that he actually had a companion, a companion that he had been avoiding for obvious reasons as to not injure the other. The albino black mamba blended in almost perfectly around his neck, until the other started to move. Koru was extremely important to Killua, at least for the time being. The other was the only one that he could turn and talk to as he did. Bandages were wrapped around his left shoulder and torso to hide the stitches that had pierced his skin when he fixed himself up. The reptile didn't seem to be all that much bothered by the cold while he seeped away Killua's body heat. Killua didn't care what the snake did honestly. All that he knew in his heart and gut, as that he felt lonely. Isolated. Whatever his brother had tried to make him feel by killing those animals, had certainly worked. His jaw clenched as he continued to look up into the sky. Maybe there was a possible answer for what he could do next. Something. ANYTHING. He was at a standstill and he felt like he was drowning in his own emotions.
Happiness was not an emotion that Killua felt very often, especially after living the mansion that he had been born in. One would think that living such a hellhole, anything would be better than that. But ultimately he became surrounded by those that would do nothing but scold him and piss him off. There had been plenty of points when he first joined the clans that he thought about leaving and going back to that damned place again. Just to be able to get away from the idiots that he was surrounded by. Everyone that looked toward him knew that he probably didn't belong in a place like this, and they were absolutely right. But what they didn't know was that he was secretly trying to figure out a way to fit into a clan. The issue with Killua though was that he looked everything too logically. Why would a clanner react this way and this way makes more sense? Why do clanners trust each other so much to tell them each other secrets after they've seen each other twice? Sometimes Killua would just come to the conclusion that all of them were idiots without really giving it any second thought to figure out the reason why they did what they did. He knew that if he asked them the question, they would probably look at him like he was some freak and then struggle to formulate an answer that would satisfy what he was asking for. There was one instance though that he was able to see how a group caring for someone that they didn't even really know could come a long way. He had decided to live in a second clan, one where he ended up meeting his adopted sister, and he traveled from one clan to the next quite often. The assassin was interested in the other group because there seemed to be interesting personalities that lived there and ones that could get along with, with his teasing. It was on his way there though, that he came across someone that was starting to bleed to death. The animal was a domestic cat and looked similar to him with regard to age. At this point, there was still no one around to teach him what morals actually meant and what should and shouldn't be killed at the first sight. Killua had stood over the other apprentice, gauging the other's wounds to see whether or not the other would survive the wounds that had been given to him. Killua realized that the other most likely wouldn't survive, so it would be best just to put him out of his misery. Killua had been prepared to kill the other, and almost had gotten the chance to if it hadn't been for the clan leader nearby to come and stop him from doing so. It pissed Killua off why the other thought that he could save someone like that. Killua starting spitting out logical fact toward the other. Using any of their healing resources on someone that was bound to die anyone would be a waste. There was no point in doing something like that. Killua ended up attacking the clan leader that he had started to think fo him becoming his friend. Then Circusclown, the animal he had ended up fighting, gave him a lecture of one that he had never forgotten. Life was hard, and everyone was going to die eventually, but he didn't have to the right to dictate how their life should end, just like how he believed that his family couldn't control how he wanted to live his life, assassin or not. That part of it made sense, and the maine coon had even gone to say that everyone had a right to live and to get a second chance. Killua didn't realize how important life actually was until that very point, and he felt nothing but guilt and disgust for what he had been about to do.
They just wanted to help someone, and that was because it was the right thing to do instead of ending their life like an injured horse that couldn't do its work anymore. Killua had a lot to learn when it came to him and the clans, and finally, the assassin had opted to help the other out with healing the other's injuries. Which was all possible thanks to his conjuration and nothing else. Killua cherished the moments that he had with that clan leader, to the point that maybe he had even looked at him as some sort of father figure. Even if they were almost always at each other's throats with the constant challenges that hey spouted toward one another. They were similar, and yet they were different toward one another. Then for once, it wasn't his family that had dealt him the short straw to kill Circusclown when the other meant so much to him. Instead, the clan leader had opted to take his own life, a moment that Killua would never forget and secretly mourn other. He doubted other's realized how important that the other male had ended up being toward him, as he taught him valuable lessons of life. He had wanted to repay the bastard some way or another, and he would never have a chance. Before he did, the bastard had left him a bag of candy just for him, knowing exactly how addicted the assassin was when it came to the candy. Killua refused to eat any of the candy in the bag, fearing that if he did he would forget who the other was. Besides, he had already forgotten a large portion of his life based on what the female had said, the one that he ended up meeting in the Typhoon. Telling him a story about something that he couldn't remember, that most likely his family could have possibly gotten rid of. What else had they done to his mind that he didn't know about? It frustrated the young assassin to no end, and not only that, it made him afraid of his family. They were smarter than he had originally thought. They could read him like a book and there was no way for him to fully escape from their clutches. Especially after what had just happened on the border where he had murdered two animals in cold blood just because his body had wanted to. That couldn't have been him that had done it. Usually, he had control over what his next action was, but this time he couldn't get his body to move. Killua left the scene seconds later after everyone had appeared, saying that it was all self-defense. Lying as if it was next best thing in the world. On his way back toward where he lived, which wasn't the camp that everyone else lived in, he nearly had a panic attack of what he had just done. Killua having been on a clean streak of not killing someone for over three months now. All the work he had done to make sure that didn't happen, wasted. A heavy sigh escaped the deputies jaws as he was sitting in a clearing in the pine forest that made up the majority of the territory. It was late at night, and he couldn't sleep. More like he didn't want to sleep. The cold of the night didn't really affect him all that much, and his ears flicked back and forth as he listened on to the silence as a couple snowflakes would fall from the trees. The sky was clear though. He noticed the stars that were above them and knew nothing about him. He knew that some groups believed that their ancestors lived in the stars. He wasn't naive to believe those sorts of fairy tales. Killua wasn't alone while he was sitting there though, as there seemed to be something moving around his neck. Few knew that he actually had a companion, a companion that he had been avoiding for obvious reasons as to not injure the other. The albino black mamba blended in almost perfectly around his neck, until the other started to move. Koru was extremely important to Killua, at least for the time being. The other was the only one that he could turn and talk to as he did. Bandages were wrapped around his left shoulder and torso to hide the stitches that had pierced his skin when he fixed himself up. The reptile didn't seem to be all that much bothered by the cold while he seeped away Killua's body heat. Killua didn't care what the snake did honestly. All that he knew in his heart and gut, as that he felt lonely. Isolated. Whatever his brother had tried to make him feel by killing those animals, had certainly worked. His jaw clenched as he continued to look up into the sky. Maybe there was a possible answer for what he could do next. Something. ANYTHING. He was at a standstill and he felt like he was drowning in his own emotions.
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