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CHAPTER 01 | PERSONAL BUTLER

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(y/n)'s POV:

"Hey, hey (y/n)! Wanna play with us?" One of the orphan children walked up to me, inviting me to play in their game 'Hide-and-Seek', and interrupted the flow of my hands moving on my sketchpad.

Hell no.

"No, I don't. How many times do I have to tell you all that I don't want to play with each one you?!" I harshly yelled in frustration, as I hastily grabbed my sketchpad, eraser and pencil with me, and pushed the boy to the ground, which caused him to cry. I stormed out of the room, and ran to the gazebo. I cried in there so many times, so it was like my territory now. No one even dared to set a foot on it. That was the only place where I can go, and be alone.

My name's (y/n) (l/n), the bitter, snob, 5 year old orphan girl. I never had any memories of my past, neither about my parents. I also never had the motive to find them. It's not that I'm a bad, retarded girl; but I just...didn't care anymore. What good will it bring me by searching for my long lost parents? Besides, I think they don't even care about me either. They didn't even bother to visit me or just inform me who the hell they are.

I was living in peace until one day...

It was evening. A very dark evening.

The whole orphanage was assassinated. Everybody was killed, murdered. And I just stood there at the bedroom door, and watched how flawlessly the killer beheaded every each one of them.

And I, stood there and trembled with fear. Fear of dying.

But I thought, what will happen if I just stand here and wait for him to kill me? I need to be brave, even if it was the very last thing I will do. I didn't run, nor hide. I bravely faced him. I took a small, blue umbrella hanging from the cabinet beside me, and charged towards him.

I swinged the umbrella to his head but he easily dodged it. He lowered his head, and swung his feet to my ankle, making me fall down on the ground, as my butt met with the floor.

He immediately jumped on me, placed his right hand on my left arm, for me to unable to move. He sharpened​ his nails, and quickly directed it towards my neck. I diverted my gaze away, crying. Tears falling.

But he stopped at the moment that the very tip of his nails met my skin, making it bleed a little.

After a few seconds of complete silence, I looked at him and I saw his face.

His hair was silver, and as white as snow. His brilliant eyes were deep blue, swallowing me with mixed sea of emotions. The blood on his face contrasted with the very pale skin of his.

Man, for a killer, he's cute.

His foxy eyes were directly staring at me; as his sweat was dripping off his face and felt it hit my neck.

He was breathing deeply; heavily. I then decided to gather up all of my courage, and bravely asked him my supposed one last question.

"W..who.. are... you..?" I opened my red eyes and his alluring blue orbs widened.

He backed up, let goes of my arm and relaxed his hand, making his nails normal again. I sat up trembling, shivering in fear. But I didn't let him notice.

"Killua." He whispered, looking away.

My eyes enlarged at fact that, he actually told me his name. I never thought that he would answer that stupid question of mine.

"(y/n)." I replied. Well, it won't be fair if he told me his name, and I wouldn't tell mine, right?

He just fixed his enchanting eyes at me as I tried to stand up, wobbling as I do.

"Woah...!" I exclaimed as my feet turned and throbbed from the kick that I received earlier from him.

I was about to fall down on the ground, and hit my head on the floor, knocking me out--when somebody prevented all that.

Yup, it's Killua.

I landed on his back, with him kneeling down on the floor.

"Umm...Thanks..." I murmured. Eh? Why would I be thanking the killer who killed my orphan family? ...Oh well.

"Hold on tight," He monotonously remarked as he stood up, allowing me to wrap my legs around his torso, and my arms around his neck. Jeez, am I blushing?

"Okay...?" I hesitantly replied.

He ran out of the house, as I took my last glance on it.

He ran very fast--incredibly fast for a young boy who seemed to be just as same age as me. Where is he taking me?

And as soon as he was outside the gate, I noticed that it was snowing.

The cold wind blew on my skin, as the little snowflakes gently touched my skin. I also smelled his bloody, yet sweet perfume as the wind passed by.

After a few minutes, we arrived on some sort of place, with an enormous gate that's divided into ten parts. Killua knelt down; allowing me to get off his back, as my bare feet slowly touched the ground full of snow.

"Oh, Killua-sama, you're back!" A fat man from a small room on the right appeared, running towards us. He looked at me who's covered in blood like Killua was, and pointed his index finger at me.

"Um, who is she?"

Killua just ignored him as he grabbed my wrist, and pulled me towards the gate.

"What is this place..." I said as I slowly touched the metal gate, looking at it.

Killua placed both of his palms on the first door, and before he pushed it, he looked at me and said,

"It's my home." He coldly replied. My eyes widened. Really? Seriously?

He pushed the first door, struggling. It budged a little, but it wasn't enough for us to enter and let us through.

"Here. Let me help you," I politetly offered my support as I walked beside him, joining the white-haired boy. I placed my hands on the cold metal door, and pushed it with him. Suddenly, the door opened up in no time.

We hurried inside as the first door closed, slammed, making a loud noise.

"...How did you do that?" Killua spoke surprisingly, as he looked at me with enlarged eyes.

"Um... I don't actually know... I just pushed it." I slightly grinned at him, with a little hesitation.

His lips slowly curved into a bewildering smile. And I just somehow melted. I don't know how he does that, but it was the first time that I saw his smile, and I was surely mesmerized by it.

He happily looked at me, smiling widely. I don't know if I would smile back. This was actually the first time in my life that I've communicated with someone; this decent and long.

"Wh-What?" I felt my face boiling up, so I looked away and hid my flustered face with my black hair.

He didn't answer me, but instead; he grabbed my hand, and pulled me up on the hill, running.

"O-Oi! Where a-are you taking m-me?!" I yelled nervously at him, not knowing where on earth I am nor where was he taking me.

"Let's go talk to my father, before he leaves for his mission. Hurry!" He said, dashing to the deep sea of snow in the forest.

Wait, does that mean that I will talk to a veteran assassin?! Is he insane?!

"O-Oi, baka! Are you trying to kill me?!" I apprehensively shouted, as I whimpered in his tight grip on my wrist.

"Of course not, baaka. If that was my intention in the first place, then I should've sliced your head off earlier at the orphanage." He simply, coldly replied, causing him to stop running, slowly.

"Then, why did you spare me?" I asked, as he glanced at me, looking straight through my eyes.

"Well... Maybe that's because you're pre--" He was utterly interupted by the enourmous creature appeared before us.

It was a giant dog...?

"Mike!" Killua yelled in alert, and hid me behind him. We tried running away from it, but it kept​ blocking the path.

"Mike, let us through." Killua said.

Mike just growled at him, and directed its look on me. So, it's their guard dog?

"Killua. Let me touch him," I bodly stated, bravely looking back at Mike.

"What are you talking about? If you take a step away from me, he could easily bite your head off," He worried warned.

"No, he won't." I said, smirking at him.

He raised his eyebrows in confusion, as I walked beside; then in front of him.

"How can you be so sure?" He asked, grabbing my wrist. Boy, he likes grabbing wrists, huh?

"Umm..." I placed my finger on my chin. "Maybe it's because I love dogs?" I faintly smiled at him as he sweat dropped, and deeply sighed in defeat.

"Fine." He let go of my wrist, and I faced Mike.

The enormous dog lowered its head, smelling and growling at me.

"There, there, there. Easy..." I said as I raised my arm, reaching for his wet, big black nose.

His pure black eyes concentrated on me. He's so... lonely.

"So lonely... Don't worry, (y/n)'s here for you..." I tenderly whispered, as my hands finally met and touched his nose.

"Impossible..." Killua mumbled.

"Ahihi." I vaguely giggled as I slightly grinned at the boy.

He returned a warm smile back to me, as mine faded; then my face became rosy pink. I looked away; pouting, and saw his face turned​ red as well.

"Moe..." He whispered something.

"What?" I asked.

"Ha? Um, it's nothing, hehe..." He replied as he scratched the back of his head, which was kinda cute...

"Now then," All of the sudden, he carried me in a bridal style, and I was pretty much surprised as I can feel his frigid fingers touching my cold skin.

"Wh-what are you doing?!" I anxiously remarked as he ran incredibly fast past through Mike, causing me to wrap my arms around his neck.

He didn't answer back, as I closed my eyes, and felt the wind breeze hit my skin.

A few moments after, he stopped running, and abruptly dropped me. Yes, he dropped me.

"Ow! Why did you drop me?!" I promptly yelped as I tried to stand up, with my butt buried in the cold, frozen snow.

"Ah, my bad." He emotionlessly retorted without helping me to stand up, completely ignoring me as he headed to the building in front of us.

"Arghh!" I groaned in annoyance, still trying to stand up. Darn this snow!

"Tsk." I heard him scoffed; and the next thing I know was that he pulled me up, and I ended up landing on his chest.

"...Areh?" I said as I opened my eyes, and realized that I was hugging him. I looked up and saw his face turning red, as he also stared down on me.

"H-How long a-are you p-planning to hug m-me?" He stated, looking away with a smirk. Wow, that's really a bad way to hide his embarrassment.

I let go of him, and he walked forward the house.

"Um..." I said as I shivered in coldness.

"What are you standing there for? Killing yourself? Follow me," He said as he glanced at me and at my poor clothing and short skirt.

"H-hai..."

When we entered the house, dozens of dark-blue suited men welcomed Killua.

"Welcome back, and congratulations on completing the mission, Killua-sama." A man with glasses said.

"Hai, hai, kampai." Killua faked, as he dismissed the other men, while he pulled me inside with him.

"Who is that girl Killua-sama, if I may ask?" The man with glasses asked.

"None of your buissness, Gotoh." He said, as we kept walking away from him. The man bowed down and excused himself.

After a few moments walking around their big house, we stopped at a metal door, and it seemed that we were already here. I still wonder why he spared me...

"We're here." He quietly said as he knocked cautiously, and pushed the door to open.

Inside, there was a man who sat on a low chair, with a giant dog beside him, something like Mike. But it's a bit smaller.

"How was the mission, Killua?" The silver haired man questioned, and we sat on the pillow on the ground in front of him.

"It was fine, I guess." Killua replied, obviously didn't care.

"...And you are?" He averted his glance at me, with those eyes. Eyes that were so scary, killing me mentally.

"Uh, um... I'm (y/n), (y/n) (l/n)," I looked down, not wanting to make an eye contact with Killua's father.

"I see. Then, do you know why my son brought you here?" He asked. I just shook my head, and cluelessly stared at the ground.

"Okay. So, Killua, tell me, why did you bring her?"

"Well, I don't actually know," THE HELL. "But I think I sensed something stronger than hatred on her, father."

...

Huh?

"Really? Have you proved your theory yet?" His father interestingly inquired.

"Yes." Killua simply replied. I glared at him, raising an eyebrow. I can't read his thought. What the hell is he thinking?

"Really? How?" His father asked once again, getting a little more drawn at the topic.

"Like how she opened the first gate without giving any effort, and petting Mike, even though she haven't met him yet." Killua explained thoroughly.

"Oh..." His father glanced at me, staring at me straight through my soul. I uncomfortably looked away, and looked in a different direction.

"Do you have special training, or in the blood, perhaps?" He raised his eyesbrows, as if he was impressed by my actions.

"Um, no. I do not have any memories about my past, regarding my parents, sir," I answered with my head down, showing respect.

"Okay," Then, he paused and looked at his son. "So, what do you want from her? If you don't have plans for her staying here, we will have to kill her."

I widened my eyes, and placed my clenched fist on my chest. 'Jeez, I'm becoming nervous.' I mumbled to myself.

"Well, maybe she can be my personal butler," Killua said, looking away as he scratched his head.

"What?!" I reacted, leaning over him with my face flushed in redness.

"Wh-What? Got a problem?" He wore a victorious smirk on his face, and looked back to his father. "You did said that we are allowed to pick one butler, right?"

"Yes, I did," He paused intentionally, before speaking again. "However, she shall demonstrate her power in front of me and your mother, and convince us that she is worthy of protecting you." His father explained.

"Don't worry father, I'm sure she'll do it," then the silver-haired boy looked at me with those controlling eyes and smiled. "Right?"

"Yes..." Quickly, I covered my mouth, just realized that I fell unto his trap. Crap! What am I going to do?!

"Good! Come on, let's pick your weapon!" Killua pulled me with a wife grin, and reached for the door. Before he exited, he excitingly​ looked back to his father. "Thanks, Dad!"

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We entered a room currently containing several brute and crazy weapons, hanging from the wall. They were all shiny, sharp, and dangerous.

"So, have you decided what weapon do you want?" Killua asked me with his palms on his hips, leaning over my face.

"Hm, I can't pick..." I narrowed my eyes as I slowly observed and studied every weapon that was displayed.

"Nee, (y/n), how about this one?" Killua pointed at a big, butch-like knife sword hanging on the wall, with an incredibly huge blade.

"Nah, that's too heavy for me," I scoffed, turning down his suggestion.

We entered another room of arsenals, and this time, the weapons were much more specifically classified.

Then, my eyes met with a big, red scythe on the wall, contrasting​ colors with my eyes.

"Killua... How about this one?" I slowly walked towards it, and touched it's handle. A nerve was sent right through my spine, and made me shiver. I think.... It's talking to me.

"Oh, that? Well, you might find it hard to use and swing, because no one has ever---"

"Like this?" I held up the scythe, and twirled it in the air.

"Woah." His eyes went big, and he ran towards me as soon as I stopped the rotation, and held it in my hands. It's heavy...but somehow, it's light. It's actually bigger than me, but it also seemed small when I tried to use it.

"You were saying earlier? Sorry, I didn't paid​ attention, I was just so excited in trying this out."

"Oh, that? Nah, it was nothing. The important thing is that, you have chosen your weapon!" He adorably grinned.

"Hehe," Slightly, I smiled and tilted my head sideways, as the boy in front of me blushed, and looked away. He took my hand and pulled me out of the room together with the scythe.

"Killua..." I called out.

"What?" He replied without looking back, and still continued walking.

"I'm nervous," I  hesitantly stated as I felt my heart's beat was rising, and my skin began to sweat.

Is this really nervousness? Is it?

"You're gonna do fine, (y/n)." He reassuringly smiled at me.

I nodded several times, and we headed for the training area.

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Killua's P.O.V:

From afar I sat, and watched (y/n) prepared for the test that Dad organized, I wondered, 'Why did I spare her?'

I don't actually know, but something was really special about her, I can't just identify it yet.

(y/n) was swinging her scythe around, practicing moves and techniques for the fight. I don't know how she does it, but she's a fast learner. Not to mention her strength. I hate to admit it, but I think she's stronger than me. But of course, she lack experience, compared to me.

Dad invited few dangerous criminals, and ordered (y/n) to kill them all, good as dead. It must be hard for her, to kill someone for the first time. But when my father told her to do so, she seemed not be bothered at all.

Dad suddenly appeared and sat beside me, as we waited for (y/n) to prepare herself for her enemies.

"Are you nervous, Killua?" He started.

"What are you talking about?" I cluelessly asked, as I looked at him with my eyebrows darted together.

"You seem to like this girl, since you persistently convinced​ me that she's actually strong."

"W-What the hell are you saying? Stop sprouting nonsense. Geez," I scratched my head as I looked back to (y/n) on the arena, tying her black hair high to a ponytail, as it flowed gracefully as she did.

"But if she dies, don't blame me," Dad warned with a serious tone of voice.

"Tch. She won't die. I'm sure of it." I plastered a smug smile on my face, clenching my first. I believe in you, (y/n).

(y/n)'s P.O.V:

'Okay, okay, breathe (y/n). You can do this. You need to live.' I calmed myself, slowly gripping my weapon.

As I grasped​ for air, the cage opened, and revealed a muscular man carrying a knife--a big one--and then glared at me as he disgustingly licked his lips.

"Oh, the child is lonely~ Why not come with me?" I narrowed my eyes, as he blabbered total nonsense.

"What are you talking about? I want to get out of here, so loneliness isn't my top emotion." I simply replied.

"Ha! Stop talking, and start fighting!" He charged towards me, pointing the knife at me. I easily dodged his attack, and swinged the scythe, and cut his body on half. Woah, this scythe sure is sharp.

"Woah..." Blood spilled all over the floor, even on my clothes. Red blood dripping from my weapon, as I felt a presence behind me. And immediately, I used the scythe as my shield, and his katana hit the scythe, breaking it in half due to the severe impact.

I spun the blade around, splicing his head off, and beheaded him. Then one by one, they approached me, mercilessly attacking me.

I was able to dodge their strikes, but scratches and cuts were still given.

"(y/n)!" I heard Killua's shouting voice from afar, and saw his face filled with worry.

Then, suddenly, I felt a stab on my back. The blade went through my waist, and saw that it was a sword.

An evil laugh was heard, and I turned around, tried to attack the enemy, but my body was getting weak, due to some blood loss. So, he easily evaded it. My body fell onto the ground, as I swam on my own fresh blood.

He picked up a small blade and was about to stab me again, but then, Killua appeared.

He flawlessly killed all the remaining enemies, and finished them in one blow.

'Sugoi.... He's awesome...' I mumbled as my vision began to darken.

"Killua! Don't interrupt the fight," I heard his father yelled, and refrained him from killing the last criminal.

"Let go. I've seen enough," His eyes were emotionless and dark, and merciless killed the person, leaving her heartless. Killua squashed the heart, and dropped it on the ground.

"Killua---"

"I said, it's enough!" The boy's voice roared around the training area, as walked towards me.

He knelt down and pulled the sword out of my flesh. I whimpered in pain, but managed to endure it.

He carried me in bridal style, which kinda made me smile.

"Why are you smiling? You have a serious wound, baka." He stated.

"I know... Hehe," I slightly grinned and chuckled. "Did I do well?" I asked him, as I reached out my hand, making his face touch my hand and spread the blood all over his cheeks.

"Yeah." The boy smiled, and I returned a giggle. After that was all just pitch black.

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[A/N:] And there you have it for the first chapter! :)

EDITED​: (06-02-17) Heyo guys! Forgive and excuse me for the weab scenes and dialogues. I was still 14 years old when I started wrote this and the first few chapters. Well, I can't fully rewrite this 'cuz all the in-line comments will be gone if I do so. Anyways, thank you so much for checking out the first chappie of this fanfiction of mine! I hope you enjoy the rest of the story! Have a nice day, and Godbless! :]

~Aricchi ❇♥✳