Tagged by this precious lollipop: http://xporcellain.tumblr.com/post/116478005430/tag-thingy-majigger MISTY! Repost and tag 10 people Name: Marie Birthday: June 4th Star sign: Gemini Gender: Female Height: 5ā²1ā³ Sexual Orientation: Hetero Romantic orientation: Hetero Favorite colors: light blue, lime green Time and date at the current moment: 9:00 PM - 4/15/2015 Average hours of sleep: 5-8 depending on if I'm working or if I get to sleep in a bit because I have the day off... The last thing I googled: b b & t's login page...had to check my bank account, yo First word that comes to mind: phone One place that makes me happy: the beach How many blankets do I sleep under: set of sheets & 2 semi-thin blankets Favorite fictional character: TOMOE ... and Leo Fitz, Leo Fitz, Leo Fitz, LEO FITZ :D (well, at the moment anyway, I'm a leaf in the wind when it comes to these things xD) Favorite famous person: John Green Celebrity crush(es): Johnny Depp, Ansel Elgort, Jay Baruchel, James Franco Favorite books: The Book Thief, The Rule of Four, The Hunger Games Series, The Divergent Series, The fault in our stars, the Inkheart series, the girl with the dragon tattoo, his dark materials series, redwall series, Graceling - I READ TOO MUCH D: Favorite animes: http://myanimelist.net/profile/PantherMarie88 Favorite shows: Agents of Shield, Once Upon A Time, Gotham, The Walking Dead, American Horror Story Favorite musician/band: right now, I'm really addicted to Red, Breaking Benjamin, Hands like Houses and Florence and the Machine Favorite games: Bioshock Infinite, The Last of Us, Heavy Rain, Resident Evil 4, Uncharted 2, The Jak and Daxter trilogy, Kingdom Hearts, The Walking Dead game, Batman Arkham Asylum, Ni no Kuni Last movie Iāve seen in the cinema: Insurgent and before that I watched Kingsman: The Secret Service Dream holiday: I'd like to go to either Egypt or Japan ^-^ Dream job: Something where I can mostly work from home and can make my own hours and don't have to be around people all that much - I doubt that'll ever happen haha xD Wearing right now: My PJs! Last book I read: Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children by Ransom Riggs Tagging: kitsune-yomeiri, rdrango, ellcrys, smitey, shaestel, tianaisadork, shiroi-majo, the-ever-tangled-elizabeta, maadskittlez29, and hegrem Have fun!
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i.
Kalluto is content. He looks at the paper sprawled all over the floor and clicks his tongue softly, satisfied. To his left, Killua holds up a sheet with silhouettes of tiny figures, all lined up in perfect chains. He asks, āWhich half do you want?ā
Kalluto pauses before taking the bottom strip. It is the more complicated one of the two, with more curves and sharp edges and corners that only careful hands can cut. It is definitely a challenge but Kalluto doesnāt mind; he knows that simply pulling Killua out of his busy schedules and spending time cutting paper dolls with him is a rare miracle in itself, so the younger boy gladly takes on the more difficult task all but willingly.Ā He also knows that it wonāt be long before his brother loses his patienceāhe always does eventuallyāand gives up.
They cut in silence and it isnāt long before Kalluto finishes his first strip and moves on to his second, then third, then fourth. He treasures these moments when he finally gets to sit down in the company of his brother to do something he enjoys. These sessions are usually short and brief but Kalluto always looks forward to them.
And, of course, they are almost always interrupted.
A boy, the boy Kalluto dreaded would appear, walks into view. Between the two of them, they both have the same dark hair and both dress in a feminine fashionāthough for completely different reasonsābut the similarities end there. While Kallutoās eyes have a hint of purple mixed in the grey, the newcomerās eyes are endless pits of black. Where Kalluto is calm, reserved, and mature, the other boy is loud, attention-hogging, and childish. In reality, they are polar opposites of each other; they are rivals with the same goal: to get closer to their elder brother, Killua.
āOnii-chan!ā Alluka runs up to the Zoldyck heir with his arms stretched out for a hug. He invites himself onto Killuaās lap and giggles. āPat my head, onii-chan!ā
Kalluto is forced to watch as Killua looks down affectionately at the one person he probably loathes the most. Kalluto himself is nothing now; heās not even there. Heās faded into the background, blending in with the white walls and scratched floorboards and bland furniture. Partially due to his quiet nature and partially due to Allukaās appearance, Kalluto finds himself to be a bystander when he should be part of the group. But whatās the point of even trying anymore? To Killua, his presence is gone and there in only Alluka.
Kalluto wants to plead and beg at his older brother, to remind Killua that he is there to play with him today, to yell at Killua to pay more attention to him: what about all the unfinished work that they had so diligently worked on for the past half hour? He wants to shout, but Kalluto isnāt like Alluka. So he keeps his mouth shut, presses it into a thin line, and watches the Zoldyck heir obey all of Allukaās wishes one-by-one.
āOnii-chan, bring me to Mike!ā Allukaās dark eyes are swirling with anticipation, but they only look manipulative to Kalluto.
The white-haired boy doesnāt hesitate to pick up the second youngest Zoldyck sibling. āSure!ā He ruffles the top of ALlukaās head, pinches his cheeks gently, and walks off.
Kalluto, now forgotten, sits in the middle of a pile of untouched paper. His gaze follows his brothers all the way until they are out of sight and has to push away the jealous voice in his head that whispers to him, Killua always chooses Alluka over me.
ii.
There is: one light. Five years into the future. One screen and eight pairs of watchful eyes and four Zoldyck members crowded around in one room.
Kalluto doesnāt want to look at the glowing screen in the middle of the dark bedroom; he doesnāt want to see whatās on the other side. Gone is the small, secretive smile that had formed on his lips earlier when he heard the news of his brother returning home. Gone is the rare happy sensation of excitement that had taken over his body for a mere two minutes before it has dissolved completely. Kalluto welcomes back his neutral expression and clenches his hands into fists underneath the cloth of his kimono.
He is shaking; trembling like a little girl who is scared of the monster under her bedāthe monster on the opposite side of the computer screen. The monster that is Kallutoās sibling. The monster that is Alluka.
āIām not staying here,ā a familiar voiceātoo familiarācalls out from the speakers attached to the computer and shakes Kalluto to the core, the sinking feeling in his chest deepening. There is determination in the voice. Resolve. A plan being followed through. An underlying threat that nothing and no one will be able to change the course of the boat that has already sailed. āIām not staying here,ā the voice repeats, āand Iām bringing Alluka with me.ā
A desperate scream escapes Kikyoās mouth but the ten-year-old boy doesnāt register itāwonāt register it. A frown shapes itself over the curve of Silvaās lips and it is the first time Kalluto is oblivious to the slight change in his fatherās facial featuresāhe simply doesnāt care. The rhythmic sound of teeth against chips comes to an abrupt stop when Millukiās hand freezes on its way to deliver a Dorito to his mouth, but Kallutoās ears are ringing and his heart is pounding and he canāt seem to take enough breaths to get a decent amount of oxygen into his system.
Killua is leaving, a thought creeps into Kallutoās mind, again.
iii.
There is: one demand. Four threats. Twenty minutes before Killua is outside of Zoldyck property and fifty meters to the exit and one boy rushing to catch one last glimpse.
Kalluto runs. The trees are a blur as he sprints down the side of Kukuroo Mountain, enhancing each step with a layer of Nen. He blows out short breaths of air with each stride, and, for the first time, curses the tight fabric hugging his legs that prevents him from being as mobile as he would like to be. There is an undeniable desperate need to get to the entrance firstāto get there before Killua can disappear againāand for that, Kalluto is willing to sacrifice his pride.
He reaches the gate just a second before a bright blur of light that is Killua comes to a stop in front of him. Admittedly, Kalluto is not in his best condition: his hair is sweaty and loose strands stick to the sides of his face; his breaths come out in rhythmic huffs as he gasps for air after the long sprint; and his kimono is slightly ripped near the bottom, scratched by hanging branches on the way. He is a wreck and heās sure that his mother will scold him for being so reckless after this.
But he can worry about that when the time comes. Later. Right now, he is facing his brother, confronting Killuaāsomething he hasnāt done since ever.
And so he hesitates. And Killua beats him to speaking.
āMove out of the way, Kalluto,ā Killua all but snarls, his grip on Alluka tightening as sparks of electricity flash around him dangerously.
The boy in the kimono stares at his brother. His breathing has evened and he opens his mouth, fully prepared to let the words flow outāto say that he is not there to stop Killua from leavingāonly to shut his mouth again. He clenches his fists tightly by his sides and is in an internal debate with himself over something that seems to have started years agoābut has never been resolved.
Reluctantly, when he finally seems to reach an understanding of what the older boyās determined blue eyes are trying to tell him, Kalluto lowers his head, ignores the sinking feeling in his chest, and steps aside.
iv.
There is: one boy. Ten quiet footsteps. Two loose kimono straps and one soft howl of the wind and one thought lost in the silence between the growing distance of two brothers: take me with you.
Kalluto forces himself to turn around and walk away from the one person who used to cut paper dolls with him.