The heart-wrenching sounds of bones cracking oscillates through the dim alleyway. Amongst piles of lifeless corpses, stood a young girl, not any older than thirteen. She unveiled her cloak, letting piles of cherry-blossom locks cascade down her spine. Her pale and the rest of her seemingly delicate figure was tainted with a horrifying shade of red.
The grotesque pyramid of corpses lied beneath her like a throne. The moon had always glistened in hues of purple, whenever she took lives and her blades took blood. The purple hue reflected from the moonlight almost made her looked so bewitching you wouldn't be able to take your eyes off of her.
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Because when you do, she'd be gone—almost as if the night swallowed her entire being. But she was just heading to invade a certain manor.
"Estinto," she breathes, or mouths to be exact. Silent yet deadly.
Her small figure easily crept up behind a fat, middle-aged man who requested her to end those lives. She slipped an ounce of bloodlust out, seizing the man's greedy laughter. With voice as threatening as ever, she let out a hoarse whisper, "Where's my money? Your target's dead."
One of his little underlings immediately hands her a briefcase full of cash which is..
Light. Too light.
"Ta-ta-ra-ta-ta!~ Game over."
Shaking in fear, the man managed to choke out, "Wh-What the hell are you doing?! I-I've payed you! You can't possibly predict the amount of money inside a suitcase just by judging it's weight!"
Bingo.
His words seemed to further confirm the young lass' suspicions, "Watch me."
And within less than a millisecond the knife she held plunged his ribcage, straight through his beating heart, stopping it all at once. The crimson-kissed fluid trickled down the blade, to it's handle, and to her hands, decorating my skin with murder.
"This is what happens when you mess with me."
A dangerous glint was prominent on her amethyst orbs, making them seem electric. She added peer pressure to her leg on top of his skull, breaking it with a vicious crack. But his men were too panic-stricken to utter a single word or make a single move.
"Get the fuck out," she spat.
I added peer pressure to the leg on top of his skull, most likely breaking it with a barbaric crack. But everyone was too panic-stricken, no one could utter a single word or make a single move.
They're rather stupid aren't they..
"Ano.. Isn't this the part where you should run?"
That very minute, everyone fled under her mercy though one managed to tumble, face-planting the ground. The man couldn't help but ogle as she shrugged off the now bloody red cloak, revealing her rugged good looks.
"なんてうつくし。。" "Nante utsukushi.."
Such beauty, he said. Beauty; a word that has never left her side. But would you still call her beautiful, with blood splattered on her face, on her hands, and on her entire being?
No matter how many times she'd washed the blood off of her, her sins could never be washed away. At times, she could feel the blood trickling down my hands.
"Ah~ Now I'm gonna feel bad for killing you," she pouted and y'all could definitely call this a moemoekawaii moment if it weren't for the blood all over her.
"Why? Why kill?" his voice was as good as gone and his eyes were practically begging for any hint of saneness left in her.
Sorry to disappoint, but all I got is insanity.
"Umm.." her gaze wandered to the ceiling, hands in a pondering manner as she pretend to dwell over the matter. Then leaving it with a simple shrug, "No reason."
"Have you have no heart?!"
"I don't, so will you give me yours?" this time, her long nails pierced right through him, gripping his heart. He shivered, the cold air infiltrating his insides.
"You have the looks of an angel, your looks alone could kill, yet all you do is still, kill."
"I'm not an angel, so shut the fuck up," she ripped his heart out, silencing him for eternity.
"Well that was intense," exhaling the huge amount of air held captive in her lungs, the girl wiped a bead of sweat on her forehead. "Sate, sate, sate! Now what should I do with my cloak? Ne~ is there any washing room here?"
Shimatta! I forgot he's dead.
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hi!!
i'm worldsbiggestbitch (not literally tho), but you can call me b ;)
i've been hella obsessed with hunter x hunter after rewatching it after the years and now that i'm older..
i kinda developed a stupid crush on my bb killua ♡
so yeah, i've come up with a little something i hope y'all wld enjoy :)
since english isn't my first language, you'll definitely come across to some grammatical errors since my friend said i'm q inconsistent with my tenses hehe.
i wld definitely appreciate comments but pls refrain from being too negative..
i'm q sensitive and i'm aware i'm not exactly a professional writer and ik there are others better than me.
anyw this fanfic will be based on both the 2011 and 1999. some scenes from 1999 will appear.
though i love the 2011 ver, the original showed more of killua's character development.
i do not own hunter x hunter, they rightfully belong to togashi yoshihiro. my oc belongs to me tho!!
