Glass Girl [KilluaxReader]

Even the Devil Would Scorn the Filth of Your Hands

While Leorio monologues in his head and his heartbeat speeds up even faster—which is so loud at this point I'm surprised he hasn't had a heart attack—Killua explains to Gon. I hang my head a little. 

"That's too bad. I'm really a woman," Leroute replies, tilting her head ever-so-slightly. 

Leorio can barely contain his excitement but somehow manages to get his voice under control, "Oh, you are, huh?"

I bare my teeth. I let loose a little bit of my bloodlust for just a second, enough to let him know the level of my hatred, and I can see him shiver just a tiny bit, before his lust-addled brain forgets completely the consequences of his actions.

"Well, want to check for yourself?" Leroute asks. 

"Well, don't mind if I do. I mean, just to be fair, of course," Leorio says, trying not to sound too eager as he wiggles his fingers perversely. I growl deep in my throat, Korako mimicking me.

As Leorio seems to become intensely more invested in verifying, Kurapika covers Gon's eyes who in turn covers Korako's eyes, even if he doesn't quite understand why. My eyes are left uncovered, no one standing close enough to me—besides Killua who I weasel away from before he can do anything—would dare touch me. 

"You asshole!" I scream at the arena. The 'teenager' in the suit doesn't seem to hear me as he indulges some more internal fantasies. I'm fuming, "Douchebag! Dipshit! You motherfu–"

My obscenities are cut off as Killua wraps his arms around me from behind, burying his face in my neck so he can't see. If I hadn't known it was him, I would've thrown him into the unknown pit below.

"It's not worth it," he whispers softly, "Either way we lose. She chose this."

"It doesn't mean he should–"

"I know. I don't like it either."

I nearly break out of his arms before his relaxing weight settles against me, grounding me to my senses. I lean against him, curling more into the embrace than I'm normally comfortable with. Kurapika is giving us weird looks through his own haze of disgust and anger—at Leorio for his lack of gentlemanly restraint.

When we get out of here, I'm so going to kick his ass. Killua covers my eyes and I reciprocate the gesture as Leorio seems to enjoy himself even more (if it's possible). 

Some time later, indeterminate since I was mostly focused on not paying attention, Leorio's been satisfied with his assessment and returns to his side of the arena. The others talk amongst themselves while I sit against the wall in the very back corner. There's one last trial, since Leorio hadn't bet all his hours. 

Korako joins me, huffing in displeasure as he lays next to me, head in my lap. I pat his head absentmindedly and wait for the outcome of the final match. Unsurprisingly, our team loses. I grind my teeth together. The look on Leorio's face says it all, he regrets nothing.

He reaches our side, and I'm about to go off on him, when I hear the prisoners strategizing. We only have around ten hours, by their estimate. Then, I hear something which makes me smile with devilish joy. Call me a sadist, but this is going to fun. It may even lighten my mood a little bit. 

The next contestant speaks, his voice chilling the other prisoners (or so I guess if their terrified gasps are any indication), "It doesn't matter how much time they have. It doesn't matter because my opponent is about to die." 

This man is clearly underestimating Killua, who we've decided is going next—since he's the one who would have been going if I hadn't tagged along for the rider earlier. I bare my teeth, a fatal mistake, and his last. I stand and walk over to Killua, "Don't put on too much of a show. We want to clear these last few round as quickly as possible."