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wrist twisted, fan gracefully drawing arcs in the wind. “ move. ”
if hisoka kills kalluto im deleting all my hxh blogs
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“ . . . ! ” It was funny, how every time they started to believe they were getting stronger, taking steps closer to their goal, an unnatural amount of aura would appear out of nowhere in front of their eyes. Every ounce of them screamed to hide their presence, cursing they hadn’t done it before she had come into sight, but that urge was fought for they would notice. Only after a few seconds of awe, they break out of their motionless state to take inaudible steps ( proper of an assassin that used the shadows as a weapon ) in the direction they were headed -- towards her -- waiting for the right moment to be able to flee.
why is kalluto seem closer with kikyo than the rest of the siblings? how does kalluto view the idea that others have of them? does kalluto try to overcompensate for the things they lack/think they lack?
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1) Okaa-san is love. Okaa-san is life.
I’m sure Milluki and Illumi were pampered by Kikyo too when they were younger, and that they followed their mother around just like Kalluto does now. Milluki’s 19 and Illumi’s 24 so, you know -- Kalluto, as the non-casted out, youngest, black haired ( which symbolizes that they are more similar to their mother ) sibling, now continues the legacy their brothers left him of living in the shadow of Kikyo’s giant dress. Of course, the ‘why is Killua so much like his father and why won’t he stay in the godforsaken house and become the head of this damn family’ whining wasn’t included in the pack for the two older sons. Not like they mind, but it’s also a constant reminder that Killua always ignored them when they were like 5. But Illumi passed the ‘expressionless sadistic motherfucker’ legacy onto Kalluto, so it’s okay no one will notice they are dead inside because Killua is shit.
Tfw Killua ignores you so hard you become a zetsu master. (pls tell me u get it......makes nen jokes when barely anyone pays attention to nen)
2) My eyes are too beautiful to use them to see haters. I am too beautiful for haters.
Just like that ‘you is kind, you is smart, you is important’ scene from The Help, Illumi raised Kalluto by making them repeat ‘words can’t hurt me, I̶ ̛҉á̛m̸̧̕ ̛͢Ǵ́͡u҉c̶c̢i̶͡’. They really don’t care whatever other people think of them, though -- not we’ve seen characters interact with them for enough time to know what do they think of Kalluto but -----
3) S P I T S B L O O D.
While Killua was born with talent (Milluki voice: one of the most (or was it just ‘the most’?? eh fuck me) talented Zoldycks so far), Kalluto woke up eveRYDAY AND WORKED HARD AT IT. NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE. When Killua was 10 he was playing with dinousaurs and bitching to Canary about his mother. Before Kalluto was 10 they had already learned Nen??? They already had their individual skill and while it probably wasn’t God Tier it was probably pretty fucken strong??? And they had already mastered one of the Nen techniques. HOLDS UP KALLUTO LIKE SIMBA......
They probably barely got attention since they are the last kid and all eyes were on Killua the moment he was born -- until Nanika, the hellspawn, was released and they had to make a pause to lock Alluka in Hell but then they went right back at planning every detail of Killua’s life. That’s what Kalluto grew up seeing so that’s what’s normal to then, hence they don’t really care but you know, deep inside they were trying their best for the Family’s Business because that made Mama Bear Kikyo happy™. Then they got into the Phantrom Troupe and it was that all over again. Working hard at it 24/7 to be able to even be at the same level of the people of the group they are in (be it their fam or the troupe).
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I won’t give up. I’m used to enduring. No matter what, I will take my brother back.
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Despite how his precious ol’ leader treats him, he’s a nice guy! Holds doors open for people, even goes out of his way to say thank you to the bus drivers, and hey — let’s not forget occasional macaron surprises for Mary ( those desserts are expensive, but she’s priceless, so it works out ). The courtesy extended out to the beautiful lady he’d been fated to encounter just in the nick of time had stemmed out from good intentions, too —
Which is why he couldn’t exactly understand a reason for those eyes to gaze at him like that… He could feel goosebumps sprout across the surface of his arms, the warmth of hoodie could not battle against the cold wave of such a glare. The soles of her shoes had barely been able to stick to a stable pace in her stride when he’d initially found her. Heck, it was clear in eyes clouded with exhaustion that, had she proceeded forward any longer, her next destination would be face-down into concrete. All he’d done was assisted her to a park bench. Perhaps interfering caused something… …? Pah, whatever! In his perspective, her being safe was all that mattered.
Crouched across from her, lips parted to release a breathy chuckle, lengthy, slender digits rubbing at the nape of his neck to ease the tension that built up. “Pretty ladies like you are best suited with a smile, y’know. A scary glare like that is charming and all — but man, you’re really making me nervous.” A pause. “Seems like you’re in a bit of a hunch, huh?”
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They didn’t need any assistance. In fact, they would’ve felt so much better had they been left alone to collapse in the floor. After all, falling limp on concrete ( which would hurt as much as a needle softly pressing against their skin, for the pain of tortures is burned into the memory of Kalluto’s body, becoming numb to mundane wounds or broken bones) sounded better than being led to a bench as if they were a helpless kid. What would their mother think? While they had obtained the desired results from their latest mission, it had come with a price they had less expected; the torn kimono and the wounds that laid beneath it in their skin was proof of that.
Certainly, someone their age shouldn’t be worrying about what had gone wrong in their last assassination mission and should be, instead, cradled in the loving embrace of their mother as a reward for doing something good – yet, such needs were erased from their minds the moment they were born. Now, as a ten year old, knives and corpses were their dolls and plushies.
“. . .” A deadly silence, accompanied with those undying sharp eyes, piercing holes into the stranger’s with their cold glare. It seemed like the body count had yet to meet its last digit tonight, for they had encountered a new one. However, in their current state it’d be suicide to pour what was left of Nen they were dangerously close of running out of into an attack. The same was applied to turning their hands into claws or any other technique to get rid of them in one blow.
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“Uhh. You know that’s not safe, right?”
Hands would appear from their kimono’s long sleeves, one pouring little pieces of paper into the air whilst the other opened a paper fan. Eyes closed and they’d gracefully descend ( paper swirling around them, the skilled manipulator’s smooth control of them made it look as if they were able to fly ) without the need of walking down the debris. The pieces of paper disperse when feet are inches from the ground, their zōri clicking in a wooden noise when landing.
“ ----- If I couldn’t handle it, I wouldn’t be doing it. ”
[1/15/2016 8:41:25 PM] ( * ignition. ): I wanna hear more abt kallutos inferiority complex in the phantom troupe and in the fam too and how they basically did everythin they were told n why they’d do that and what they’re afraid of n shit u should write abt that
Kalluto loves their mother a lot. Since they barely have any screentime (and are as expressionless as Illumi), even less dialogue, you can only see that through some of the actions we get to see, like baby Kalluto clinging on their mother’s dress while Kikyo was hugging the shit out of Killua and Kalluto following Kikyo around 24/7 -- and that little family tree or whatever that says who loves who or who wants to kill who. What a beautiful fam. So, with all that love towards their mother, it’s no surprise that they’d follow all of her orders, which often are related to Killua because that bitch just can’t fucking stay in the goddamn house. That also includes staying by their mother’s side while she has a breakdown because of Killua instead of chasing Killua’s white ass whenever he comes and leaves the house.
So, while joining the Phantom Troupe may not have been their mother’s order, it was probably something as simple as ‘look for Killua’, where she allowed them to interpret it however they wanted. And as to ‘why they’d do that’, that’s just because of how Kikyo and Silva raise these kids. They are just killing machines that have to follow orders because there is always going to be someone who is the head of the Zoldycks and they are not allowed to leave because Illumi voice: we ride together, we die together. Killua didn’t get the memo.
This inferiority complex thing is probably something that they see as knowing their place. In the family, while they are a zetsu master and developed their individual skill as a young age, it really isn’t much compared to how Killua is one of the most talented Zoldycks so far and that’s why their family is obsessed with him being Silva’s successor. I guess that Kalluto wasn’t alive when Silva was all like ‘Don’t fuck around with the Troupe’ and had already left by the time Silva and Zeno were called to kill Chrollo since when see Kalluto again, already a member of the Troupe, he thinks he can easily climb to number two or one (I’d normally check but internets too slow rn I cannot be fucked) but then Feitan vs Zazan happens and Kalluto kind of cries inside.
Then there’s the “I’m used to enduring” thing. Of course, in they fam it was impossible to take the first place since Killua had taken that the moment he was born but that didn’t mean they had to train less or don’t go through certain tortures just because ‘teeny tiny perfect Killua uwu’ had been born already. Points at Kalluto, this ten year old has gone through the same kind of torture that Illumi, a 24 year old, went through during his training. In the Troupe there’s a better chance for him to become The Best, even if it’s very fucking slim. Good luck getting the second place in the Troupe when there is a member who can literally summon the sun.
The Alluka thing was probably what started this inferiority complex thing when they were young little shotas. Like alright, Kalluto has a lot of affection towards Killua and even if they wouldn’t have left the house until their mother told them to, I can feel that they were waiting to be allowed to look for him because --- I can just feel it in my bones when he’s talking about ‘taking his brother back’. They probably miss him (which no one can see because what are emotions) and they probably don’t accept that Killua willingly left, mostly because they don’t know him that well even if they are family.
Back on the ‘Alluka getting all of Killua’s attention while Kalluto barely gets a word’ thing: this was a different type of inferiority, one that they had to bury deep within them even more emotions are for losers. It’s canon that Kalluto is jealous of Alluka and there’s a pretty obvious reason. What does Alluka have that Kalluto doesn’t? Killua’s love and attention :^). Killua is a really shitty brother and probably ignored Kalluto since the beginning of times. Kalluto is already quiet by default so it’s not like they were going to zoom in and break Killua’s toys for being a shit brother.
It’s shitty because Killua’s already with Alluka right now, so when they find him they are going to see him being all happy and shit with Alluka. Killua’s probably going to be like ‘same phone, the fuck u want’.
Moral of the story: Kalluto’s too good and Killua doesn’t deserve them.
aut viam inveniam aut faciam.
i will either find a way, or i will make one; (via conceptual-a)
“ I’m unaware of his current whereabouts. ”
Honesty is well to keep betwixt thin lips as there is a belief that a lie will pronounce no bettering traits in any means of his existence. A defensive calm would become of him as control is a friend he’s been forced into keeping for several years past. He is stiff in his stance and knows not the information wished to be provided by own knowledge, yet still he assumes this is the only reason for another’s confrontation and wishes only to be on his way in short notice.
If that answer had brought disappointment upon them, then it was a subtle feeling buried deep within themselves the moment it was ignited by words, hence a stoic, distant expression remained on features. There is a swift movement; brought to their face, half of it is hidden behind a paper fan.
“ . . . ” His brother and that kid were in the Celestial Tower, and then in the city where the Troupe appeared – from the short stories they were provided with, they were hoping this one ( the chain user who had taken their leader’s nen ) had more to offer. “ After Yorkshin, where they were headed? ”
Words speak their very absence as lips perform no action, motionless, only creased together, no hint crevice to be sought. Mind would search for the vague recollection he carries of one’s remembrance until it halts at such a brief passing. Oh, how this person had stood alongside the woman who welcomed them not, only hurrying in a fret so unreasonable.
“ I was. ”
" Where is he? " Timbre is stoic, distant, as if they didn't care or was asking just for the obligation they had over completing a task entrusted by their mother. He is with that kid. The one that took every hit from their butler until she broke -- that is the one that is keeping him away. But they are used to waiting, to enduring, hence it doesn’t matter the one in front of them will probably only be as good as a hint ( luck isn’t on their side, it can be less than a vague hint ).
“ . . . You. ” The moment the connection between their brother and this person clicks through vague, old memories, eyes narrowed; cold words slipped out of thin lips. “ You were with that kid, trying to take brother from our home. ”