Manipulated (Killua x Reader, Sequel to: The Split String of Fate) ~ On Hiatus

Guys, I'm so sorry! It took me so long just to come up with an idea of how I wanted to continue this story and it was some insane writers block. Thank you all for being so patient! With the break, I'll try my best to get more out, but when school rolls around again, I can't promise that I'll have enough time to update. Buut I'll try my best and I can't get over how patient and supportive you guys have been even though I've been taking ages to update! Again I'm so sorry! and that you for reading!

ALSO THIS UPDATE GOES OUT TO ME HEARING SOMETHING ABOUT THE MANGA POSSIBLY UPDATING!!! I really hope what I heard was true because my heart is fragile. Let me know if you guys know anything :)

~ Callie

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Killua's POV:

     My head is flat on the table, tilted up just slightly to look out the window. It's bright outside, the sky is clear, and the streets are filled with people. I see a couple walk by with the widest smiles on their faces. 'Life must be so easy for them...' My mind bitterly states. I turn my head away and press my forehead deeper into the table. 

    "She'll come around." Gon says.

     I huff not looking up.I don't want to see his pity filled eyes look down on me as I sulk about my messed up relationship. 

   "Maybe she just needs space." He says in is ever hopeful voice. 

   "It's been a week." I say. 

   "Some people need some time to themselves, right?"

   "The thing is," I say, sitting up fully to face him, "I don't even know what she needs space for?! I don't know why she's so mad! All in know is that she doesn't want to see me and is going out of her way to make sure I don't see her!" 

   Gon sighs and picks at the cake in front of him with his fork. "I don't know Killua... I don't really get girls."

   "You and me both." I say, shifting my chocolate milkshake from hand to hand. Not even chocolate is helping me with this situation.

   "I can call and ask aunt Mito for help!" Gon suggests happily. 

   "N-No Gon. It's fine." I say, rubbing the back of my neck, "I wouldn't wanna bother her about something like this, you know?" That would be really embarrassing too, asking Gon's aunt for girl advice. 

   "I guess..." He says, looking disappointed, "What about Kurapika?"

   "I don't wanna ask him for help!" 

   "Why not?!"

   "B-Because..." I try to think of reasonable argument, "because, this is something I should do on my own!" 

   "Well on you own you've tried to talk to her 26 times and every time got the cold shoulder. You need help!" 

   "It hasn't been 26 times! It's been 24..." 

   "Killua!" Gon huffs. 

   "Okay! I admit it, I need help. But why from him?"

   "Because he's the only other friend of hers that we know who's known her since they were kids and knows her really well." 

    I sigh in defeat and pull out my phone. I  scroll down the contacts slowly, my finger finally landing on his name. 'I can't believe it's come to this.' I think and take a deep breath in. I tap name and watch as the screen transitions to the call screen. I press the phone to my ear, each ring of the phone pulling my inevitable humiliation closer and closer. Suddenly, the rings fall silent as the phone is answered on the other end.