"I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel."

- Maya Angelou

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Your Point of View

Darkness lurked around every corner. Evil snaked in every hall. Silence was not solace.

Where were you?

You were in the Zoldyck mansion. You knew this place inside and out. Many times you had wandered the crooked halls while all were asleep. You always searched for him, trying to seek out the one who wronged you. The one who crossed you, and the one who was going to die by your hands.

Who were you?

You were the daughter/son of a merchant. Your father was murdered by a member of the Zoldyck clan, and now you saught out revenge. More than revenge, you wanted closure. You wanted to see the blood run cold in the body of his murderer. You wanted to watch the life drain out of his eyes slowly. It was a sad life you lived now. Your nomadic lifestyle was filled with thievery, double-crossing, and loneliness.

What did you want?

Other than the death of your father's killer, you had no idea. Once you killed him, what would you do? Where would you go? What would be your purpose in life? And if you didn't find your closure, what would happen then? You didn't want to think that far, because if you did, you'd never achieve your goal. Little voices bit at you, ate you from the inside out. You were unsure. No matter how many times you wandered around, you always saw your father's loving, tender eyes, and dark blood everywhere. This mansion reminded you of him. He had always admired it from the outside. Now that you had seen it, in all it's glory, it only made your throat tighten.

There was nothing beautiful about the home of an assassin family.

Blood. Blood, mucus, vomit, and more. All the horrifying smells wafted up towards your sensitive nose, and you scrunched your face, covering your nose. Your curiosity got the best of you, and your feet pulled you toward the end of the darkened hall, towards the purtrid scents. Your hand reached out, your fingers barely scraping the surface of the golden knob.

Your grasped the knob in your tight grasp, and gazed down the long flight of stairs. You took a deep breath, stepping down. You felt the urge to go faster. You wondered what could the Zoldyck family be hiding. You heightened your senses, and felt the instant pulse of a heart beat. It was slow, oh so slow, but you felt it, heard it, smelt the blood, saw the small glow at the bottom of the stair case, and tasted the evil in the air around you.

When you reached the bottom, only a lone, red light bulb lit the room. The light glinted off of many hard, metal objects.

Finally, your eyes locked onto something chained to the wall. It reeked worse than anything else in the room. It was covered in blood, sweat, tears, and vomit stained the floor near it. You gagged and covered your nose. You inched toward the thing, and when you got closer, you saw it was a person. You got onto your knees and leaned closer to the figure, seeing him suspended from the wall. Chains hung down off his arms and legs. Even around his throat, he wore a collar of shiny metal. His skin was pale, paler than pale, and his hair seemed to be a dull grey. Your breath was caught in your throat as you reached out to touch him. You wanted to see if he was alive, or just the remains of a pitiful human.

He was alive.

His blood crusted eyes opened so suddenly, you barely had enough time to jump back and land on the balls of your feet, hands ready at your sai.

The boys eyes seemed to be pupilless at first, but then slowly he started to recognize his surroundings, until his eyes locked onto your unmoving form. His eyes widened and he sat up as quickly as one could, shackled to the wall. His mouth opened and your hand covered his mouth swiftly. "Don't scream or I'll kill you," you whispered softly in his ear. A shiver ran down his bony spine. One of your hands tugged on his left arm chain, and you held it as to keep his arm behind his back. You could have no flaws in your plan. If you had too, you'd kill this boy.

You didn't train for failure.

When he nodded, you let him go and stood in front of him, staring into his mesmerizing blue eyes.

Suddenly, you heard the clunking of shoes coming down the steps and you cursed yourself. You should've killed every last guard. Before you could hide properly, a guard pointed a large gun at you. "Halt! You are going to-" he never got to finish his sentence. Your arm whipped out and used the hilt of your sai to break the chain on the boy's arm, then you grabbed the chain links and whipped the guard on his ankles. His cries rang out around in the dark, red lit room. You didn't hesitate to to wrap the chain around his throat, you tightened the links until his face turned black and blue, and his heart beat ceased.

You grabbed your sai and plunged it into the guards heart to make sure he stayed dead.

One less person for you to handle.

Your hands were sweaty, and your breathing was rough.

Your eyes slithered over to the dull haired boy, and his heart beat increased. He scrambled away from you, and you narrowed your eyes. You could see the fear imbedded in his eyes. He knew that if you wanted, you could slit his throat now, or use the same method you used on the guard and choke him to death with his own chain. There were so many things you could do, but instead, your attention was now focused on the stairs. More guards were on their way.

You had two choices. Flee, or flee AND bring the boy with you.

You glanced at him. His shirt was ripped, showing off his wirey muscles, probably not used in a long while. He could serve as useful. Maybe.

It took a split second to use the hilt of your sai's to break the rest of the chains, including the metal collar adorning his throat. The boy tried to get away from you, but you grabbed him roughly and threw him on your back. He gasped and you growled, knocking your elbow to his temple, making him fall slack. You held him tighter and flew up the steps, killing a guard every few feet. Soon enough you were out of the house, out of sight, out of mind, once and for all.

Well, until you decided to come back.

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"So you finally woke up, huh?" you asked the boy. When you walked into the room, you expected him to be as stoic as he had been, but instead you found him sitting up on the white comforters, turning them a dirty grey color, like his hair. You didn't bother bathing him. You expected him to be as good as dead anyway, but he proved to be a fighter. Even unconscious.

"Finally?" the boy asked. You nodded.

"Yeah. You've been out for a week. Those Zoldycks gave you quite the beating. Seems like you were there for awhile. I was sure you were gonna die, but then again, miracles do happen."

The boy grimaced and you stared him, leaning up against the wall, arms crossed. "You hungry?" he stopped glaring for a second before touching his stomach and staring at you with a helpless expression. He was probably starved so long he couldn't even eat. Luckily, you forced water and soup down his throat during the last few days. You brought in a bowl of stew, and he ate as if he hadn't eaten in years.

"So where are we?" the boy asked, taking another bite of the stew.

"The priestesses temple."

When he finished eating, you pointed to the bathroom. "Take a shower. You smell like a dungeon." He snorted. "I was imprisoned for three months." You cocked a brow, but then tossed him a towel and walked out, not even closing the door.

A hour later you found the boy with the clothes you laid out on.

Now that he was clean, his hair was a pure snowy white, and his skin was even paler than you believed it to be. He had beautiful, beautiful, oceanic blue eyes that seemed to burn your skull. "Why?" you frowned. "Pardon?"

"Why? Why are you being nice- er decent. What secret motive do you have? Why were you at the Zoldyck mansion?" Your answer was simple: "Because I took pity on your sorry ass," you replied patronizingly.

The kid didn't listen and claimed he could take you on at any moment. You chuckled bitterly and in three seconds flat he was on his stomach, both arms pinned behind his back. You grabbed the spoon he used to eat soup with, and held it to his throat. "If this were real," you whispered, "you'd already be dead." You dragged the spoon across his skin and then pushed his away from you. The boy laughed. His breathing turned gasping, and he started to giggle hysterically. You figured it was those three months. He finally cracked.

You have him a strange look. "You're a weird kid..."

As soon as he was done, you sat down next to him. "About seven years back, my mother died. Long story short, we didn't have the money to pay for her medicine, so my dad 'borrowed' money from a local gang, and when it came down to paying the piper, he was broke as can be. When they found out, they payed a member of the Zoldyck family to kill him; Illumi. I was in the Zoldyck place because I came to repay the favor in ten-fold. Simple as that."

The kid shrugged and laid back on the bed, stretching. "What's your name kid?" you asked. He opened one eye. "Killua. Killua Zoldyck." You scowled. "Well then why in the hell did I even rescue you?" you asked him. He shrugged. "My family and I aren't exactly on speaking terms," he drawled. You sighed. "Whatever. Next time remind me not to save a Zoldyck."

"Next time don't save a Zoldyck," he mentioned.

You flipped him off.

"I'm (Y/n) (y/l/n)."

"Thanks for saving me (Y/n)."

"No problem kid."

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One year later...

You and Killua stayed at the shrine for another year. He decided to stick around, and you decided not to kill him. A Zoldyck could come in handy.

You two became accustomed to each other, and he even helped you break into the mansion a few times. Of course, he wouldn't go in. Not ever again. Today, you had decided to go, but when you came back, Killua wasn't there. He usually was at the oak tree atop the hills, but today, he was missing. You didn't worry because it was Killua Zoldyck, the kid who survived three months of non stop torture and some, so there's no way he was hurt.

But it didn't stop the little voice in your head.

You wandered through town at dawn, and tried to find him, but of course, no one had seen him. Was he taken in by the guards? You frowned and at night, went back in, you wandered down the famaliar steps, and when you made it to the torture chamber, he was no where to be seen. Your heart rate increased and you anuck out of the mansion, going back to the shrine. You payed your respects to the priestess and she warned you not to worry. "I'm not worrying," you murmured. The priestess laughed. "You can't hide anything from me."

You growled, and stormed away, heading to your bedroom, when you were ambushed your stomach was pushed into the bed side, and your arms were held behind your back. Something cold was held to your throat, and voice whispered in your ear. "If this were real, you'd be dead." The cold metal brushed your skin and then you were thrust away.

"What the fuck, Zoldyck!"

You heard laughter and the lights flickered on. "Yo."

You took no time to hesitate and socked Killua right in the stomach, to which he just laughed harder.

"You asswhole! I thought you were taken in by the Z's and here I see that you've been getting your kicks in, scaring the shit out of me! How could you!" Your breathing was ragged and Killua was no longer laughing. His face was all serious as he grabbed your wrist and pulled you to his chest. You frowned. "What are you doing?" He shrugged. "I think I'm hugging you." You wrinkled your nose.

"It feels weird."

"I know."

"Let me go."

"Nah. It's a nice weird."

Your hesitant arms wrapped around his waist, and he squeezed you tighter cutting off your air. He pulled back a second later and you stared into those beautiful, gorgeous, insightful eyes of his. It was so quick you weren't sure if it actually happened, but his lips brushed across your own, and you stared dumbly into his pretty orbs.

He pulled you back into his warm embrace, his face buried in your hair, hands stroking your cheek with his thumb ever so softly.

"Remember when you found me, and I was shackled in chains?"

"Yeah?" you say.

"Well now I'm bound by a different kind."

"I'm not into S&M," you claimed, laughing lightly. It felt as if a weight had been lifted off of your chest, and you felt at peace. Suddenly the urge to touch your lips to Killua's was stronger than your thirst for revenge.

"Nah, I'm not into that kinda stuff either," he says. "But I sure would like another kiss."

He smirked and you pushed his face away, snickering.

"Nope."

"Awe really! Not even one more?"

"Never again." More snickering.

"Aaahh your driving me insane!"

"Yep."

Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, and you lifted your lips to his coldr bone. Your mouth brushed that spot lightly, and his face broke out into an angelic grin.

He was suddenly behind you, and kissed the back of your neck, turning you toward him, and lifted you bridal style. "Why don't we take this somewhere else?" he wiggled his eyebrows. You groaned, falling back into his arms.

All that was hard was your door clicking shut.

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Ayye! This was requested by Endless_Seas everybody! I think this is now one of my favorites.

Anyway, we'll assume that Killua is older in this one-shot just because of the ending.

And NO it is not a lemon, but I thought the ending was funny and cute and NOT DIRTY THANK YOU VERY MUCH CHLOE. I know I'll heard about this laterzzz.

Anyway, ttyl peeps, NEXT REQUESTED One-Shot is Italy x Germany~