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Ciao! I published a lot of other fanfictions that I almost neglected this one.

1. Blood Phoenix [Alice academy Fanfiction]

2. You Are Mysterious [OHSHC Fanfiction]

3. Sinful Skin [Hunterxhunter Fanfiction] (again?! Hahaha.....)

But need not to worry! I focused on Deadly most.

Please do try and give my other books a chance, search from my profile.

Ok, let's see... What else?oh yeah as per @LonelyMizuki and @itsPanPan's request I'm making a fanart of when Killua kissed Morté (chapter 6)

I'm almost done with it, so by the next chapter I will be posting it.

Look forward to my drawing!

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Killua's POV

"A trade?" I echoed.

Returning the question with a nod her violet eyes flickered to one of the tags I currently hold, #198.

I wanted to trick the bald ninja by throwing two plates with switching it at the last moment, making him chase after the wrong one.

But, I guess I could give it to her, it's not like it'll affect me after all.

"Sure."

In the same instant we throwed each other's target tags together simultaniously.

Catching it in one hand I felt more weight than just one plate.

I steal a look to the plates on my palm, #123 and #199, another's and mine.

"Just in case," she confirmed.

Apparently she sensed the baldy as well, she's thinking the same thing as me.

Smirking at her, she acknowledges it with a cock of her head to the side, cute.

I quickly turned my head away to hide the upcoming heat on my cheeks.

"Now, for the plates I don't need..."

I send the plates flying, each at opposite directions spinning with ridiculous speed.

Walking to where Morté is standing, my hand grabbed her slender arm, hidden by the cloak.

I was almost surprised by how thin she is, like she's malnourished or something.

I frown faintly as I tug her closer to me by her wrist.

With a cheeky grin I faced the three goons and pocketed my free hand.

"It's been fun, see ya!"

After, we disappear from their sight as they blinked, frustrated of their loss.

Finding ourselves in an empty spot meters away I meet her gaze.

Her eyes questioningly peers down, looking as if staring will bring forth an answer to her unknown question.

I trailed my eyes down to see our interlocking hands where her concentrated eyes end.

Before she could do or say anything I snatch my hand back first.

A tint of heat made it's presence known, as I avoid the emotion in her eyes.

The shift in those golden flecks that I couldn't identify as disappointment or yearning, or something else.

Discreetly I saw she covered the wrist that I was gripping onto with her own hold.

The only thing that caught my need to look back into her orbs is the worry that I could discern from the many emotions in them.

The next few seconds confused me, she vanished just like what I did before the trio idiots.

Instantly, quickly, and though unlike me, with lack of presence.

And soon I lost her location and the direction where she's gone to.

I placed my hand that holds hers minutes ago to the back of my head after reminiscing the coldness of her temperature in my hold.

Her hand's gentle, yet unhesitant and firm hold, the scars across her palm, a reminder of a hand that took lives of others sets me dozing.

Then I thought aloud, "Why did she run away?"

'Is it my fault?'

My brain's logical answer would be, 'It's common knowledge in a hunt to not stay long in one place, and why the hell would she stay with someone who is her competition?!?'

Pondering it over, I couldn't figure out why, we have our required number plates already.

Overthinking can be stressful sometimes, I rapidly scratched my head in frustration.

"Aaaahh, I don't know anymore!!!"

As I ducked my head, my other hand joined and rubbed my scalp furiously.

A thought hit my senses, pulling me out of my previous state.

"What was it I feel holding her wrist?" I asked myself, which is totally useless since I don't have the answer.

My eyebrows scrunched as I tried to remember the sensation of what it is I felt, like a scar but more dented and defined.

But the whole 'holding-hands' thing took my whole attention I couldn't recall clearly.

The worry she felt, I wonder what caused it. The panic she showed from her escape, I could feel my stomach churn at the act.

She confused me, she made me feel stuffs that's unlike me, she's contradicting.

She's strong, I can see she withstand so much yet try to interact with the world she suffered in.

What induce me to feel like she's frail is the tenderness in her heart.

The gentleness and kindness subtly shone through behind her demeanor.

The truth is still unknown to me, heck I don't even know her last name! Her grandfather is that old geezer, so maybe Netero? I hope not.

In the first place I don't really believe the likes of that crafty person being her grandfather.

They're so........different. Her grandfather is the kind that likes to struck a shady kind sort-of deal.

Speaking of a deal, might have to remind Morté of hers.

I set on to search for her, first by the direction my eyes caught she last disappeared to.

Time flies, it's getting darker by the hours.

Trees, trees, all I see is trees, once a while coming across an empty clearing if you don't count dead or fainted bodies as company.

The sun sets, the surrounding forest lightings darkens. It's a good thing I can see in the dark.

With the source of light gone from this part of the world I stopped by the big tree, my starting point before the search of Morté to rest for the night.

I looked up the night sky wondering where in the island is Morté, to see a pair of violet eyes piercing me.

Her knee drawn to her chest, sprawling her other leg out and her arm resting on the folded one.

I blanched, so she's on the branch of this tree all along?!

Exasperatedly I let out a long sigh and slumped my body, leaning on the tree.

My back slid down the bark and I get to a sitting position, resting.

The mission to find her is completed, the rest—like the deal—I'll handle it tomorrow, too bothersome.

Closing my eyes, I kept part of my brain active to avoid ambushes and let my body slacken.

The darkness took my consciousness and I slept with her watching over me.