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Ta-da! As in accordance to @itsPanPan and @lonelyMizuki the drawing is finished!

What do you guys think?

If I have the motivation and time I might make another fanart next time in this fanfic or my others.

Well you could request as well, but I can't do all of them, so I'll pick that appeals to me too.

But the request is only available for my OCs and their love interests in various scenes in the story, ok?

And I'm so sorry I took a long break! The subjects in my new school is a tad harder.

And I also apologize for those who voted, commented, followed, or added this story to your reading list around two months(?) ago until now because I didn't thank you guys for the effort! I'm sorry and thank you! I hope you forgive me!

So... So... Sorry, I hope this chapter makes it up for you guys.

Don't worry next week I'll update, I'm 3/4 done with the next chapter.

Soo... Without further ado, please read this chapter. Hope you like it!

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Morté's POV

Horror rips my eyelids open.

My body drenched in cold sweat, my eyes swimming in unforgotten scenes of past.

I took a deep breath, I feel like I'm drowning underwater.

The waves of pain made my eyes settle on circles of black that dissolves in the darkness.

I have no idea how long I've slept.

I have no idea if I've scared Killua with my dreams, nightmares.

Rarely I scream out loud, choking with sobs.

The screams are only the beginning.

He's staring at me.

I'm breathing hard and somehow manage to heave upright.

I'm shivering in place.

I have no idea what to say. There's nothing to say. I will not tell. I cannot think.

"Your nightmare never stop, do they?"

"No," I mouth almost mutely. Only that one time.

He must have heard my cries.

Sometimes I wish the human body never needs to sleep.

Sometimes I think if I stay very, very still, if I never move at all, things will change. But they don't, I must move.

Sometimes I think that if I freeze myself, I can freeze the pain.

Sometimes I won't move for hours. I won't move an inch. I want to numb these aches.

I need....to endure this... If not, I can't save them.

I wish I could save him from my horror, save him the trouble.

Time is not in my control, it's unable to turn back, my cries left unforgotten.

Why is it coming back to me every night? I don't want this.

I reactivate my En yesterday night and found something ominous: Hisoka's bloodlust.

The same as always it gave me chills and also a sense of despair from it.

It stays until morning and I walked jittery and wary all day, thankfully unnoticed by Killua.

My breathing slowed, I lowered my head and tucked my knees to my chest.

I don't know if hiding will have any effect, but I can't face him right now, not when I'm so vulnerable.

I curled into a ball even more when I sensed him before me at the tree branch.

The presence of another made me tenser.

I'm weak.

His hand came down and pat my head lightly, I flinched in response and slowly I eased my tension.

He retracted his hand and I almost gasp aloud.

I don't want him to go. I need him to stay. Kira's not here, I'll be alone.

A shift to my right caught my attention. I peered up and saw him sitting beside me staring ahead.

"Killua?" I whispered, afraid that he might go if I spoke just a bit louder.

"I'm keeping you company." He glanced at me, than flickered his orbs up, a blush dusting his cheeks. "Don't think much of it, okay?"

His antics made me want to giggle, instead I opted giving him a small smile.

"Hm," I hummed in relief.

From our connected shoulders his heat transferred to my cold one.

My body temperature was always like this since I learned Nen.

Instinctively I searched out the warmth of his hand.

It's a moist warmness. I hope he won't retract his hand out of embarassment.

In the contrary, his hand held mine and heat crept from where we touched.

I looked at him and he looks ahead fully red on his face, looking anywhere but me.

As our fingers entwined, it felt as if our temperature melted into each other.

Hand in hand.

It was such a simple act, and yet, the warmth ran through the palm of my hand and penetrated the deepest part of my heart.

"I dreamt of the past," I confided before I could stop myself.

He snaps his head and full attention to me, hanging onto each word I uttered.

Quickly, I talked, so I couldn't doubt myself to bottle it up inside.

"It was dark and cold," I described my prison. "And I couldn't escape..."

I was trapped. I couldn't get out. I need out!

I averted my eyes to my feet, looking at it for the longest time.

It was quiet. He was listening.

My lips quivered, I swallowed thickly and continued.

".....I was....scared..." I was so so terrified. I breathed out harshly, like I was tired.

And I was. Tired of the nightmares, tired of the troubles.

"......Nobody came for me... Even.....grandfather.. I-I..." I tried, but the word is stuck on my throat.

My eyes closed shut, grimacing over the pause.

I-I was...

I opened and closed my mouth but nothing came out.

Exhaling and inhaling faster, my mind whirled endlessly.

"It's okay."

Slowly I shift my opened eyes to his. The emotions inside paved a way in me.

Reassurence, concern and worry made my heart clenched and ache.

"I'm here. You're still here. I'll come looking for you when you're gone," he promised as he squeezed our connected hands.

I could tell he was unsure and nervous, not used to have to comfort someone.

Just the thought of it makes me content and relieved. I stood, pulling him standing with me.

"Thank you."

I thanked him with my feelings put inside. I smiled to myself.

He bashfully ruffled his white hair, muttering a small 'no problem.'

It's like he hadn't really thought what he said would work.

But, really, he didn't know how much that settles me.

"It's already morning, should we go?" he suggested.

I nodded. I liked that suggestion a lot.

It was dawn and almost time for the exam's end, I felt restless and I couldn't just stay rooted still.

We moved in silence. A comforting one despite what happened before, no, maybe it's because of it that it's soothing.

The blow of the boat's whistle alerted us while we walked.

The end of the exam; the start of another phase.

"The fourth phase of the exam has just ended. Will the applicants please return to the starting point at once?" the voice rang throughout the island.

Khara-san continued with her announcement.

"You will be given one hour of extra time. If you do not return during this time, you will fail the exam. Furtermore, you are not allowed to exchange tags after reaching the starting point."

As she talked we proceed walking towards our destination.

After the last of her assignment I felt Killua shift a bit.

Then he spoke, "About the deal. You'll keep it, right?"

Well... I thought he forgot about that...

Mentally sighing I nod as confirmation. I made a deal, I need to follow through.

Might as well see their reactions.

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