What occurred was a visit - one from mommy dearest.
Gloves tried so hard to forget that incident,
But now.
As she started to gain control over the storm,
She couldn't help but remember.
The look on her face.
Disgust
Fear
Hatred.
Why had her mother even come?
Was it to pick her up?
Why?
Guilt?
Remorse?
It couldn't be love.
It wouldn't be love.
No one could love her.
She was the girl that was called a demon by her own mother.
She was the girl that killed her own father.
She was the girl that was named Gloves.
Because Yumi was a girl that didn't kill.
Yumi was a girl of the past - one that didn't have the power;
To do what was necessary.
Yumi could not pay the price that was required to stay beside Killua.
Gloves would.
Gloves was strong.
Gloves was devoid of guilt.
Gloves was blood-thirsty.
As Gloves looked back up at her reflection -
Of the sneering girl with the wicked glint in her eye -
She realized;
It wasn't Gloves that escaped with Hisoka.
It was Yumi.
And it wasn't Yumi that had killed their father.
It was Gloves.
It was Gloves, all along.
Because Yumi was a good girl.
Too good.
And Gloves?
Well.
There was a reason Yumi always, always wore them.
Because only gloves could keep their namesake in control.
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Gloves ||COMPLETED||
Fanfiction|1ST PLACE IN KILLUA FOR HUNTERXHUNTER WATTYS| In which a young girl meets the boy of her dreams. But if she loves him, she would kill him. ∞ A lab experiment gone wrong. A mad scientist and his most...
