Killua x Reader Oneshots

Third POV

The sun was setting, warm colors flashing through the clear glass windows of the train, as the group rode towards York New City. They were eerily quiet, looking at everything except each other. Leorio tapped his pen rapidly against the window. Kurapika breathed softly, before turning a page in his book. Gon was restless, constantly adjusting his position- leaning against the window, laying against the arm chair rest, eyes fluttering to his friends then back to their original position. He glanced at his best friend. Killua had an almost trance like look plastered on his face. He had eye bags under his eyes, and they were seldom open. His hair was messy and untamed, obviously neglected. The silverette was staring out the window, at the passing buildings and trees. Gon sighed, placing a hand on his friends shoulder. Killua didn't even flinch.

"It's going to be okay, Killua. We'll find her." He tries smiling reassuringly. The ex assassin exhales, grip on the arm rest tighter. Killua managed a pained smile, before turning back to the window silently. Although Gons friend looked calm, every motion Killua made gave away how he was feeling. Gon could feel it in his friends Nen. Something dark and sinister. There wasn't much, but he could tell it was being driven by the insatiable desire of finding (Y/n).

"We'll find her." He repeats, glancing at his friend one more time before staring out the window himself.

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The group calmly walks off the train. It was early in the morning, so the sounds of footsteps were scarce. Kurapika leads them quietly out of the train station. The sky was cloudy now, and a depressing rain fell from the sky. Leorio covered his head with his briefcase.

"Where to now?" Gon asks curiously, glancing at Kurapika then Killua anxiously. The Kurta straightens his clothes, before turning down the street. There was a slight chill in the air, and the mixed odors from city life overwhelmed the city air.

The group walked a ways from the train station, weaving through the small amount of people headed to work. Kurapika stops in front of a flower shop. The sign read closed, yet the red eyed male twisted the door handle, and the door popped open. The group dry themselves off, droplets of crystal water splatting onto the dark wood ground.

"I'm sorry! We'll open in a bit-" An old woman calls, hastily making their way to the front, before blinking a few times in surprise, then smiling.

"We've been expecting you. Please, come this way." She motions for Kurapika to follow her and he strides forward with confidence. This encourages Gon, Killua, and Leorio to trust this lady- since well, Kurapika doesn't trust very many people.

The old woman led them to the back, pulling a cabinet out of the way, revealing a metal door. She smiles one last time, before bowing and walking back to the front of the shop.

Kurapika sighs, before turning the handle with a surprisingly smooth motion, and the door creaks open, revealing a small tunnel. The groups footsteps tap against the wet concrete floor, until Kurapikas eyes land on another metal latch in front of them.

"When we get in, do not touch anything." Kurapika sighs, sliding the latch open.
A blinding light spills from the open doorway, and they make their way in.

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The soothing sound of running water fills their ears, and Gon squints a bit through the bright light. A small stream flowed down a mini mountain, adorned with any type of flower you could imagine. Moss and grass covered the floor like a blanket, and glowing crystals shone with vibrant rainbow light, bouncing off each other. Gon looked around eagerly, while Leorio glanced at the crystals- probably eyeing them to possibly calculate their worth. Kurapika keeps a straight face, obviously unfazed. Killua took a small look at the scenery around him, before clutching onto (Y/n)s necklace tight.