Weightless (Killua x Reader)

Finding Killua pt. 2

The ground we walked in was marble floor, and our footseps vividly vibrated as we made our way further into the depths of this so-far-abandoned monsters' cage. Several hallways and pathways led to different destinations, I noticed. What I hadn't paid mind to was the familiar figure leaning against a wall, tapping his foot nervously until he found my eyes. Marshall.

He crossed the gap between us and gave me without a warning, a body crushing bear hug, his sturdy arms holding me like that for what seemed like an eternity before he let go, searching my eyes, "Y/N."

"Marshall— you shouldn't be here."

"I want to.  Did you seriously think I would leave you alone with all of these guys? No fucking way,  I didn't even think they would come back–" he turned to look at the brothers, "–thanks. For not leaving me stranded."

"No problem." The one with the scarlet jewled necklace said, offering a lazy grin, "Let's get going."

Normal P.O.V.

Up in the higher levels of the building, an ivory haired male tensed, frowning. They were here. Bad timing.

Y/N"s P.O.V.

We stepped into the elevator not long after, the boys all humming to the song playing, all except Gon who couldn't have looked more dead inside. We got off on the fifth floor, walking to the far end where a corider led to— I held in a breathe, people roaming around the area, some in uniforms while others in simple atire.

We hid back where they couldn't see us and Jeremy's eyes flashed scarlet in the dimness of the room, "You guys have to be careful."

"And you have to control you fucking temper." Jace added, shooting him a glare.

"You already said that, shittard. I don't need to hear it twice."

Marshall sstraightened,  "Why does it always surprise me how bizarre you guys are?"

"You should be used to it by now." I told him, offering a sideways smile.

"All of your talking will get us caught–" Gon started as a pre lecture, but quickly closed his mouth when yelling, alarming the others, rang. Their steps sprinting towards us at full speed, sync with each of the thumps my heart gave on. Gon reacted first, yanking my swaying body behind the all of them.

Three figures emerged, but they were too late because by the time their eyes found us, Drake had already landed a quick punch on the side of the first one's face. Jace had the other two in his elbows, choking them, faces turning purple like grapes.

When their eyes rolled over their head, Jace released them. His stern eyes found us, no longer playful. And it wasn't just his, it was all of them, trained to kill. Something told me that seriousness did not suit them. It wasn't them.

"I guess that's our cue to leave." Marshall went first warily, glancing at us every now and then to make sure we were on his heels. I couldn't help but notice the sweat running along his forehead. Even though he pretended to be fearless and brave, he wasn't. I knew him.

We managed to slip through as with a plan— since me and my best friend were mortals, we acted as captured scum, pushed forward by Jace and Drake. Meanwhile, Gon and Jeremy seperated from us to find another exit because word of intruders would spread like wild fire. We had to be prepared for the worst. Before this, the brothers told of their suspicion about Killua's whereabouts, most likely held captive in a cell. That's where we were heading now…

"Hey!" A fat, three chined man yapped, a golden piercing on his eyebrow, waving us over. I noticed then that he had jewelry all over him, "What chu got there, sons?"

In response, the hands from behind me pushed Marshall and me to our knees, "Our next vesicles, sir. Taken." Drake answered, no sighn of fear, no shaking. The stranger simply gave the slightest nod and we continued on our way.

When we passed the actual prisoners, I wish we hadn't— their bodies were so slim, bone and ribs visible and almost unreal, like paintings. Some of them even snuck out their shaking hands, dry lips pleading. My stomach hurled and I had a difficult time keeping the contents inside. Hell.

All of a sudden, someone took my shoulders and pinned me against the wall. I faced cold, icy blue orbs that belonged to an old friend. But he growled at me, surging foward, "Killua." I didn't understand why he was digging his nails on my skin, or why Drake and Jace had come in between us, pushinh him off me with such force, he was thrown against a cell.

The boy gritted his jaw in displeasure, catching  himself. What shocked me, through, was the expression on the prisoner's features, it was completely terrified. He scrambled away. As if he was scared of Killua.

"Why—" I paused, "did you do that?"

"Can't you see he was trying to kill you, Y/N?" Jace growled, glaring at me like I should know better.

Is that what it was?

Killua– now that I got a closer look, didn't have cuts or bruises or any sighn of harming. And it wasn't disappointment I was experiencing right now, it sas confusion. Killua, staring pins, needles, and daggers in our direction took out a  whistle from underneath his shirt and blew it before any of us could stop him.

I could only guess that that was a call for backup since we were surrounded in the next instant.

"Intruders," The white haired traitor sneered, "Let's bring them up."

This was Killua?!