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[kusariyarou]

[The Human with Fire Eyes] || @Hypnoticxneedle

It was utter carnage. Mountains of smoke bellowed into the starry sky as fires raged rampantly from where the rebels and slayers had come tumbling out of their tents. At last the vamps had found them and the night they’d all feared had come at last. Screams of terror filled the air and upon the earth lay countless bodies - lifeless whether it had been their first time to die or their second. Undead and human alike were slain in the attack, tossed carelessly aside amid the ghastly fray. This nightmare carried on until finally only one solitary mortal survivor remained- grossly outnumbered.

“I would sooner die..” He panted, fighting desperately to remain on his feet. With a shattered ankle and several mile-wide scratches stretching across both his front and back however, his efforts were in vain. His knees buckled beneath him and like a tuckered out toy soldier, the blond went down into the dirt. Vision blurring, he was quite certain that like many others around him, he was not long for this world. Still, he would fight on until his very last breath.

“I would sooner die than give in!!!”

“Now ladies and gentlemen, feast your eyes on our next morsel for auction!” Exclaimed the vampire auctioneer, a sadistic gleam in his eyes as he hoisted the incapacitated vampire slayer up by his hair. The boy made not a sound in discomfort, putting on a brave face as hundreds of ravenous eyes looked him over. He wanted to vomit- the whole affair sicked him immensely. To one of these monsters he would be sold as either a slave or as food. His people, they /needed/ his power- his blessed eyes! But what of his people? Were any of them able to escape and regroup? His sickness worsened.  

“- And as an added bonus,” The auctioneer continued, using two sharply manicured, skeletal fingers to force open one of the boy’s eye sockets. There were excited responses from the crowd for indeed, what they saw enticed them. Beneath a mess of golden blond hair were two piercing scarlet eyes. They glistened wildly like fire. 

“We’ll start the bidding at 100,000 Jenny!”

[rebelliouszoldyck]

死 (hypnoticxneedle - in our AU maybe? time jump a bit?)

Send me 死 and my muse will react to finding yours not breathing.

"You really did it, huh…"

Even after he had accepted his brother’s explanation to be sincere, the situation had felt awkward and somewhat surreal. So while Killua had stopped trying to avoid Illumi at all costs, he also did not make an extra effort to keep communicating or mend their fragmented relationship.

There was no doubt regarding the cause of Illumi’s death. The elder had messaged him two nights ago, telling him that he was about to try and escape the Zoldyck Estate. Killua had responded, though his reply — a simple [ Okay. Good luck, and tell me if you succeed. ] — had been lukewarm at most. He regretted that now. Just…a bit. 

Slowly, he knelt down next to his brother’s lifeless body and, very gently, slid his hand over Illumi’s face to close his eyes. Then, in a barely audible whisper,

"I forgive you."

[elasticlxve]

"Claimed" (for sideblog @hypnoticxneedle - if you like~ ^^)

1. A passionate kiss Hisoka felt the sudden urge to satisfy curiosity about certain assassin. So he found a way to tag along with him for a while. Taking his opportunity, he quickly dashed towards the other, gripping the waist of the man as his lips met the others in a passionate way. Lips locking while the tongue snaked towards the homonym, Hisoka irises were covered by his eyelids closing them while enjoying the taste and essence of the other.

[atutsie]

A little something for the lovely rp-ers of illupika hypnoticxneedle kusariyarou

[needledkillua]

➳ - hypnoticxneedle (let me try this again u///u)

“My chest is empty… I have no heart.”

Killua sighed. He was repeating what he’d been told before by Illumi, about how assassins shouldn’t have any emotion before the kill. It was about as interesting as multiplication tables would be, by this point.

[xshocktherapy-blog]

➳ - hypnoticxneedle

Send me a ➳ and I will generate a number from 1-300 (yes, 300!) for what my muse will say to yours.

“Don’t play games with me—I know what you are!”

[rebelliouszoldyck]

Killua felt a bead of sweat slide down his neck as he gazed up at the testing gate, which had all seven doors open. This was insane. He must be insane, to have shown up here of his own free will. Yes, that’s it, this whole thing was insane and he should just turn back now while he still had the chance.

…But instead, he took another step forward. Through the testing gate, onto family property, and to the point of no return. Mike, who was pacing at the entrance, sniffed at him and gave a welcoming whine for his young master. Killua spared the formidable guard dog a pat on the snout before continuing further into the forest, up the familiar dirt path which led to the Zoldyck Manor. The piece of folded-up paper that was his reason for returning in the first place crinkled in his pocket as he walked, and content of the letter still weighed heavily on his mind.

It was a letter from his father. Silva had written to him, requesting his temporary return and saying that there was a matter of the utmost urgency and importance he wanted to discuss, face-to-face. Normally, Killua would’ve deemed this out of the question. But the last two lines of the letter made him reconsider.

If you’re wondering, this has nothing to do with Alluka. You need not bring it along when you return, and its safety will be guaranteed during the time when you are here. I will make sure Illumi does not interfere.

It was…suspicious, to say the least. But if nothing else, Killua respected his father and trusted that Silva would have no reason to lie to him so after much consideration, he left Alluka in the care of Pitou and started on the trek back home. Or perhaps he should simply say Zoldyck Manor like it was just another place, because it wasn’t really home to him. Home was where his precious people were; home was with the sunshine-bright happiness of Gon and the warm comfort of Alluka. Not here, with blood-stained memories and nightmares. He’d stopped considering it home a long time ago.

But perhaps it was necessary to visit one more time, if only to see what it was his father wanted to discuss so badly. Taking a deep breath and forcing down his apprehension, Killua stepped into the mansion.

[needledkillua]

♕ - hypnoticxneedle

He did his best lecturing-brother voice, complete with finger waggle.

"No friends. Friends are bad. Do your assignments fast, Killu. Your place is at Kukuroo. Blah blah blah…"

(But he gave a tentative smile at the end, to show he meant no malice.)

[kusariyarou]

"I wonder if it was all just a dream," Kurapika thought aloud, gazing down at the small, velvet black box in his hands. Without opening it up, he stared long and hard as he envisioned the wedding band that may or may not exist inside. Had it all been a fictitious? Had he really been married to the eldest of the Zoldyck children, or had it all been some fevered dream brought on by god knows what?

Illumi, were we really together? I can't remember anymore...

[kusariyarou]

"Illumi... What's happened- Is that really you?"

hypnoticxneedle

[kusariyarou]

Happy Birthday ＠MARISAXMETEORXCITY

I finally finished it just in time for your birthday! ;//7//;

Credit: Me!

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Please check out the Pixiv version, Tumblr doesn’t do this one justice ;//v//;

[kusariyarou]

{ Pssst ~ Anyone want to see some gross WIP IlluPika fanart? This is to lift your spirits marisaxmeteorxcity bae ;//7//; }