Killua was the golden child. He was smart, he was beautiful, his parents loved him. He was perfect, he was the favorite. Or, so his parents thought. Ever since Killua could remember, his older brothers didn't seem to like him. They would give him hateful glares, and ignore him when he cried or needed help. He didn't interact with his little brother much, his mother was too busy trying to make him the perfect little daughter she had always wanted. It was fine though. His father loved him, even if his mother only saw his worth through his test results and looks.