arcanae. | killua & thanatos
Killua decided long time ago that this steak was not worth digesting but for some reason, he stuck around anyway. He poked repeatedly at the piece of half-cooked (and probably mouldy too) meat and heaved a sigh. Resting a cheek on one hand, the Zoldyck child pushed the plate away with his fork still pierced in the meat, finally deciding that he should just pack up and leave. Then again, he still had a few hours to kill before meeting up with Fear; they were supposed to be exploring Seoul together today. Or more like, Fear was showing him around since this was his first time in the city, in South Korea actually—but things turned sour when his friend promptly decided to drop their early meeting and push it to the afternoon instead. It would’ve been a lot easier on his schedule if Killua actually had friends in this blasted country…
Well, technically there was Wish… but Killua couldn’t be bothered with calling the elder since they weren’t exactly on the friendliest terms at the moment. That thought alone was enough to make him shudder in annoyance. Shoving all unpleasant thoughts to the back of his head, Killua dropped a few bills, picked up his bag, and left the restaurant. He figured a cheap restaurant such as the one he visited would have cheap food but who knew they had cheap quality too? Then again… Sighing for the umpteenth time, the young man shook his head and turned the corner… but sadly colliding right into a body—again. What was with him and bumping into people these days?
At least he wasn’t grumpy this time. Needless to say, he still stumbled back a few steps, thankfully not falling flat on his butt this time or his face for that matter, and glanced up, looking like a deer caught in headlights. ❝ Jeez, I really need to get my act together… ❞ he muttered under his breath, voice barely coherent, but his eyes set fixed on the stranger before him. They sure looked familiar… Where had he seen that face before? Was this just a weird case of déjà vu or did he actually know someone with that face? Killua blinked once, then twice, then another before pointing an accused finger at the other’s face, voice suddenly finding itself back on track.
❝ Arcanae! ❞ But wait, wasn’t Arcanae stuck in— ❝ Arcanae? ❞
Death wouldn’t say his day started out anymore extraordinarily than his father’s. Both had taken the wrong turn and gotten lost before either could figure out hours later on the receiving end. And to make matters worse, he couldn’t contact his little brother. How often did that happen? Not often enough for him to dismiss as a case of negligence. Though he knew Arcanae was fairly capable on his own, Death still couldn’t help but be worried; they were two of the same halves, after all, it was natural for him to feel the way that he did. Granted, this worry might as well be the bane of his existence, but in spite of himself, Death carried out his worries in the form of stern words and cold stares. Arcanae understood, they were the same person.
Regardless and needless to say, Death considered himself an enigmatic character of some sort. He had his share of secrets and so did his fellow Forces, but none of them knew of his reality, not like his other half did. Arcanae’s true name wasn’t spoken often and when it was, it was usually among the few Forces that he was friends with. This wasn’t to say that it was still a secret because it wasn’t, but few dared to utter the name that eventually brought out the worst in human nature. Quirking an eyebrow in surprise and irritation, Death shot a glare at this young boy, lips curving downwards as a sign of disapproval. His brother’s name rolled off the stranger’s tongue with ease, so much that he’d almost forgotten what a taboo it is to speak of a Force’s true name. He contemplated on going the route he always did in similar situations but trashed the idea in the case that the boy was to ignore him altogether. Death stood a little taller, lips straightening into a line.
“What?” He wanted to ask several questions but starting here seemed most reasonable. “I think… you’ve got the wrong person.” It wasn’t like he was lying… and besides, exposing his brother’s name to the world didn’t really seem like such a good idea; Arcanae would throw a fit the minute he found out – given the idea that his father and him would locate the younger of course… “Are you okay? You look a little spooked.” No shit, Sherlock. He had the same features as Arcanae. It would’ve been an understatement to say they looked similar; they were the same person from head to toe.
