Breathe | k. kurta & c. lucilfer x reader

PROLOGUE: END IS NEAR

Before we proceed to the Prologue, I just want you to know that I didn't write/use (h/c) in here and I hope you'll understand why I chose to write dark hair/black hair. I have a plan for the last part of the story so please bear with me. But, you can change it to whatever you want, your hair color, hair length and skin color. Yes, this is an X Reader story— I am fully aware of it.

MC is Milluki's twin sister— it means you're 17 years old in the beginning of the story and has the same height and age as Kurapika.

IMPORTANT NOTE: The age of some characters has been adjusted to better suit the plot.

There will be also an OC in this story.

Warning: This story contains profanity and there will also be mature contents. This is the first story I ever wrote so please take note that there will be errors.

Prologue: The End Is Near

As one of the older children of the Zoldyck family, you were aware your family was infamous for being the deadliest assassins known to date. Though, you grew weary of murder, especially when your father, Silva Zoldyck, always held you to high expectations.

Having mastered Nen at the age of 9, you held no preference for it. Each time your father ordered you to carry out assassinations, you inevitably pondered the alternative life you might have led had you been born into an ordinary family. What might your existence entail if you had friends?

Since then, you had always dreamed of embarking on adventures with some friends, a luxury you had been denied. It was a sentiment reinforced by the cautionary tales spun by your elder brother, Illumi, warning of the inevitable betrayal by friends.

Your mind unwittingly drifted to your twin brother, Milluki. Opting to delve into the realm of computers, he exercised the Zoldyck family privilege of selecting a specialization, a choice you've yet to make.

In your household, children were groomed from infancy, each honing a distinctive array of skills tailored to their development.

"So, my dear Y/n, what specialty do you desire?" Your mother, Kikyo, inquired gently as she brushed through your smooth, lengthy, ebony locks, reminiscent of her own. With a sigh of exasperation, you responded. It was the umpteenth time she'd posed the question. Rising from the vanity chair before your dresser, you gracefully came to a stiff rest on your bed.

The woman moved to join you, but you politely requested solitude in your room. She acquiesced, but not before tossing a cautionary glance to you. Once she departed, you reclined on your plush bed, fixating on the ceiling as thoughts churned in your mind, preparing the words you'd utter to your father after dinner. Minutes passed, and a pang of guilt swept over you for your treatment of your mother, yet you couldn't shake your frustration.

It wasn't animosity towards Kikyo, but rather her persistent inquiries about your specialty that irked you.

"I ought to apologize," you muttered.

Your mind felt muddled, losing its characteristic acuteness. Both your grandfather, Zeno Zoldyck, and father, Silva Zoldyck, awaited your decision on your specialty with great anticipation. Silva advocated for proficiency in all weapons, but you resisted; such pursuits weren't aligned with your nature.

During your missions, you predominantly employ the traditional method, using your fingers, to carry out assassinations, seldom relying on Nen.

"Oneesan!"

As you strolled through the garden near the mansion, your second youngest sibling hailed you. She boasted long black hair akin to yours, blue eyes, and a pale complexion. Your skin, unlike the rest of your family's, wasn't pale due to your extensive time spent outdoors, observing nature and basking in the sunlight. It's calming and imparts a healthy radiance to your complexion.

Alluka's hair cascaded forward with each buoyant step she took. Her blue eyes gleamed with admiration.

"Alluka," you beckoned, spotting the six-year-old boy lingering behind her, a smile adorning his charming face. You scooped up the young girl and beamed gently. "What brings you two here? You're meant to be studying with your teachers," you inquired affectionately, your gaze shifting from Alluka to Killua.

Your fingers traced the texture of the fabric Alluka was wearing, noting its softness. The young boy scratched the back of his head. "Alluka wanted to see you, so I brought her here. Father is also calling for you."

You released a deep sigh. Alluka began to play with your hair, eliciting a smile from you despite knowing the hardships she faced from your father.

The Kukuroo Mountain, along with its surrounding area, was owned by the Zoldyck family. Watching sunsets in this spot was a cherished pastime for you, which was why you ventured outside the mansion initially, but your smile faded upon seeing the imposing walls.

Admittedly, you loathe those walls. You despised them vehemently. They served as a constant reminder of your lack of freedom, a bird trapped in a cage. Perhaps sensing your animosity towards the inanimate structure, Alluka's melodious voice filled the air.

"Oneesan, can you sing me a song?"

Killua was taken aback by Alluka's sudden request but before he could say anything, you cut him off. You were well-versed with the gift that was Nanika. You knew all about your younger siblings, as you were the only one who spent the most time playing with them.

The youngest Zoldyck was Kalluto, a four year old, while Alluka was five and Killua was six, you were eleven. The three youngest Zoldycks adored you so much that it would hurt them to know that you had planned to abandon your family--  a decision you intended to discuss with your father soon.

"Do you want Neesan to sing you a lullaby?" You asked, genuine warmth infusing your smile as Alluka nodded in response. She nestled her head on your shoulder, her body a comforting weight against your hip.

As the sky began to darken, you started singing a lullaby—a tune you had only heard once during a mission. "You're the best sister ever, neesan!" Killua exclaimed, his words tugging at your heartstrings.

You bit your lower lip, offering Killua a solemn smile, though he remained oblivious to your inner turmoil. Alluka had drifted off to sleep on your shoulder. Her gentle breathing a soothing backdrop to the fading light of the evening sky.

If only Killua knew of your plan to leave that night, he would have surely tried to stop you from leaving. But you had already made your decision.

Later that night, without bidding farewell to your younger siblings, you departed from the Zoldyck estate, your resolve firm as you embarked on a new path.