guys i love hxh but i fucking hate the movies. i only watched phantom rouge and refuse to watch the other one js cs phantom rouge was boring. the only good part was when killua tried to off himself. JOKES I LOVE KILLUA. but yea idk maybe iâll watch the other one. also bro killua was such a bitch in that movie đđ like i was hating on retz too js cs i trusted killuaâs judgement but turns out killua was just a hater. she didnât even do anything wrong đđđ this is not killua slander btw i love him but bro đ âïž anyway what do u guys think of the movies đ„°đ„°đ„°
SYNOPSIS: after Isaac Neteroâs death, an old contract forces his granddaughter into an arranged marriage with Killua Zoldyckâthe heir of the worldâs most feared assassin family. Neither of them wanted this life, but duty leaves little room for choice.
THEMES: duty over desire, inherited trauma, emotional isolation, identity, survival, slow healing, complicated family dynamics, romance that grows in silence.
This wing truly resembled a medical officeâfar more austere than I had imagined.
There were no paintings.
No decorations.
Only dark wooden furniture, an examination table covered with an immaculate white sheet, and a desk neatly arranged with perfectly organized medical files.
The scent of disinfectant lingered in the air.
Everything was so clean it almost felt cold.
The doctor stood beside the desk, reviewing several documents while adjusting his glasses with meticulous precision. Gray had begun to appear at his temples, and every movement reflected decades of experience. When he finally looked up at me, he gave a slight nod.
âGood morning.â
I returned the greeting with the same courtesy.
âPlease, have a seat.â
I obeyed without saying a word.
The doctor opened a folder bearing my name.
âThese evaluations will be conducted regularly. Today weâll perform a general physical examination along with several routine tests.â
His tone was entirely professional.
As though there was nothing unusual about any of this.
He measured my blood pressure.
Listened to my heartbeat for several moments.
Checked my reflexes, breathing, and the mobility of my joints.
Afterward, he asked a few brief questions about my diet, my sleeping habits, and whether I had experienced any discomfort since arriving at the mansion.
I answered each one.
He recorded every response with almost mechanical precision.
Finally, he closed the file.
âThe physical examination is complete. Weâll now proceed with a routine X-ray.â
I frowned slightly.
âAn X-ray?â
âItâs part of the protocol established by the Zoldyck family before compiling a complete medical record.â
I nodded silently.
Just then, someone knocked on the door.
Three sharp knocks.
The doctor looked up.
âCome in.â
The door slowly opened.
Killua stepped inside with his hands in his pockets. His expression was as calm as ever, though there was something in his eyes I couldnât quite decipher.
The doctor seemed surprised.
âMaster KilluaâŠâ
He stopped a few steps inside the room.
âI wasnât informed about this examination.â
It wasnât a question.
It was a statement.
The doctor adjusted his glasses.
âLady Kikyo requested that the evaluation begin this morning. Everything had been prepared since yesterday.â
Killua remained silent for a few seconds.
Then he glanced at me.
Only for an instant.
He looked back at the doctor.
âIâll stay.â
The room fell silent.
The doctor hesitated.
âNormallyâŠâ
He never finished the sentence.
Killua held his gaze with perfect composure.
âSheâs my wife.â
There was no arrogance in his voice.
Only certainty.
The kind that left no room for argument.
âI understand.â
The doctor said nothing more.
Killua walked a few steps forward and remained near one of the walls, neither intruding on the doctorâs workspace nor standing too close to me.
Yet somehow, the office no longer felt quite as cold as it had only moments before.
-
The doctor gestured toward a door leading into another room.
âThis way, please.â
The adjoining room was smaller.
At its center stood a large, sturdy X-ray machine. The walls were lined with pale panels, and the air carried the scent of metal and disinfectant.
The doctor instructed me where to stand.
âIâll need you to remain completely still.â
The examination ended only a few minutes later.
The doctor removed the X-ray plate with calm, practiced movements and placed it onto an illuminated viewing panel.
At first, he simply stared at it.
Then he narrowed his eyes.
He leaned closer.
His brow furrowed.
He removed the film.
Placed it back again.
Picked up another.
Compared the two.
His expression changedâonly for a brief instant.
So subtly that anyone else would have overlooked it.
AnyoneâŠ
Except Killua.
From the back of the room, he wasnât watching the images.
He was watching the doctor.
And for the very first time since entering the room, the man had lost his composure.
-
The doctor removed the final film from the illuminated panel and carefully placed it inside a folder.
When he looked back at us, his expression had returned to normal.
Calm.
Professional.
As though nothing had happened.
âThat concludes todayâs examination.â
He began organizing the documents on the desk with precise movements.
âIâll need to review the images more thoroughly before completing the medical report.â
He closed the folder.
âOnce the results are ready, the family will be informed.â
I nodded silently.
There seemed to be no reason to ask anything further.
The doctor opened the office door.
âYou may leave.â
I stepped into the hallway.
Silence once again settled over the mansionâs endless corridors.
I had taken several steps before stopping.
I hadnât heard Killua follow me.
I turned my head slightly.
He was still standing beside the office door. I hadnât even noticed when he had stopped. As always, his movements were so quiet it seemed as though he could vanish without leaving a trace.
Our eyes met for only a moment.
âGo back to the room.â
His voice was calm.
âAmane will be waiting for you.â
He offered no explanation.
Nor did he wait for a reply.
He simply held my gaze for another second.
I nodded.
Then turned around and continued walking down the corridor.
The echo of my footsteps gradually faded away.
Only after I disappeared around the corner did the office door close once again with a soft click.
Inside, the silence felt entirely different.
The doctor remained motionless, one hand resting on the folder containing the X-rays.
He didnât look up immediately.
Killua was the first to speak.
âWhat did you see?â
The doctor remained silent before slowly raising his head. For several long seconds, neither of them spoke.
Finally, the doctor broke the silence.
âMaster KilluaâŠâ
He paused briefly.
âThereâs something in those X-rays that shouldnât be there.â
The doctor opened the folder once more and removed one of the films.
He placed it on the illuminated panel.
The image lit up the room again.
He pointed toward a small area near the chest.
âThis doesnât belong inside a human body.â
Killua stepped closer.
He studied the image without speaking.
He wasnât a doctor.
He couldnât interpret every detail.
But even to him, it was obvious that a clearly defined structure existed where none should.
The doctor continued, almost speaking to himself.
âIt canât be a prostheticâŠâ
He slowly shook his head.
âNor a pacemaker.â
Silence followed.
He picked up another X-ray.
Compared the two.
The same object appeared in exactly the same place.
It wasnât a defect in the film.
It wasnât an equipment malfunction.
It was real.
Killua shifted his gaze from the images to the doctor.
âYou already know what it is.â
It wasnât a question.
The doctor remained silent, still gripping the X-ray.
âIâve never seen one in person.â
He paused.
âOnly classified photographs and technical schematics during my medical training.â
The next words were difficult to say.
âBut its shape⊠matches.â
He took a slow breath before finishing.
âIf Iâm not mistaken⊠someone implanted a Miniature Rose inside her body many years ago.â
Killua remained perfectly still before the illuminated panel.
His eyes never left the X-ray.
Neither of them spoke for several long seconds.
The faint hum of the viewing panel was the only sound in the room.
Finally, Killua broke the silence.
âAre you certain?â
The doctor didnât answer immediately.
He picked up another film.
Compared it once again.
Then slowly closed the folder.
âIn medicine, weâre taught never to confirm something extraordinary unless weâre absolutely certain.â
He paused.
âThatâs why I repeated the examination.â
His fingers tightened around the file.
âAnd the result was exactly the same.â
Killua remained silent.
âThere is no doubt. An object has been implanted inside her body.â
The doctor looked up.
âAnd judging by its shape⊠it can only be a Miniature Rose.â
Killua didnât take his eyes off the X-ray.
His expression barely changed.
Only his eyes grew colder.
The name alone was enough.
Miniature Rose.
Killua knew exactly what it meant.
He had heard about it since childhood.
It wasnât merely an explosive.
It was a weapon created to guarantee death.
Even those who survived the initial blast eventually succumbed to the deadly poison it released afterward.
For several long moments, silence consumed the room.
One question slowly forced its way through all the others.
Why?
Why would someone implant a Miniature Rose inside her body?
And more importantlyâŠ
Why had that very person been married into the Zoldyck family?
His thoughts immediately returned to the contract.
It had been signed many years ago.
Long before he had even been born.
By Maha Zoldyck.
Maha was not a man who left anything to chance.
Every decision served a purpose.
Every condition existed for a reason.
SoâŠ
Did he know?
Did Maha already know about the bomb when he accepted the agreement?
If the answer was yesâŠ
Everything changed.
Because that would mean he had knowingly bound the Zoldyck family to someone capable of becoming a threat to them all.
No.
Killua frowned slightly.
It didnât make sense.
A Miniature Rose was far too dangerous.
No Zoldyck would accept such a risk without gaining something in return.
Another possibility began taking shape.
PerhapsâŠ
The bomb wasnât a threat to the family.
Perhaps it was the exact opposite.
A guarantee.
If anyone ever tried to kill herâŠ
If anyone decided to eliminate herâŠ
The consequences would be catastrophic.
The price would be far too high.
The Rose transformed any attempt on her life into a death sentence for the attacker.
It was insurance.
A warning.
A message.
Killua remained motionless.
Then another thought crossed his mind.
Alluka.
He remembered the disaster caused by Nanika.
The deaths.
The chaos.
How effortlessly a single person could alter the fate of everyone around them.
Now another danger stood before him.
Different.
Yet just as devastating.
He slowly lowered his gaze.
NoâŠ
This was even worse.
Because Nanika was unpredictable.
The Rose, on the other hand, had been placed there deliberately.
Someone had intentionally turned a little girl into a weapon.
And that thought disturbed him far more than the bomb itself.
âI have to report this to the family,â the doctor finally said. âThis is a situation thatââ
âNo.â
Killuaâs voice cut him off.
Calm.
Firm.
The doctor looked up.
âMaster Killua, surely you understand thatââ
âNo one will know what youâve just seen.â
Silence once again filled the office.
The doctor hesitated.
âBut Master Silva⊠Lady KikyoâŠâ
âNo one.â
Killua stepped toward the desk.
His expression remained composed.
It was precisely that calmness that made his words so unsettling.
âThe X-rays will remain here.â
âThe report will be identical to any ordinary routine examination.â
The doctor swallowed.
âThat would mean falsifying a medical record.â
âYes.â
Killua never looked away.
âAnd you will do it.â
A chill ran down the doctorâs spine.
He had treated the Zoldyck family for many years.
He knew exactly who they were.
And he also knew that their threats were never empty.
Killua spoke one final time.
âIf I find out that a single word of this conversation reaches my fatherâŠâ
He paused.
âIf anyone else learns about thisâŠâ
His eyes turned cold.
Expressionless.
âDonât make me deal with it.â
The doctor stood completely still.
There was no anger.
No hatred.
The doctor understood there was no room for negotiation.
am i the only one who doesnât hate illumi? like yea heâs a bitch for what he did to killua, but he grew up practically the same way. since heâs the oldest heâs also like the experiment child which means his childhood was also awful. i mean u canât really blame him for how he is because itâs the way he was raised to be. he still pmo tho when he says terrible things to killua đđ but yea i lowk feel bad for him and the whole zoldyck family honestly just makes me really sad
SYNOPSIS: after Isaac Neteroâs death, an old contract forces his granddaughter into an arranged marriage with Killua Zoldyckâthe heir of the worldâs most feared assassin family. Neither of them wanted this life, but duty leaves little room for choice.
THEMES: duty over desire, inherited trauma, emotional isolation, identity, survival, slow healing, complicated family dynamics, romance that grows in silence.
When I woke up, Amane was already waiting with the dayâs schedule.
There were no words of comfort. No questions about how I was feeling.
She simply informed me, with the same calm composure as always, of my obligations.
Within this family, feelings were never a reason to disrupt the routine.
-
The dining room looked exactly the same as it had the day before.
The table was still impossibly long.
The butlers stood motionless along the walls.
The porcelain gleamed beneath the light pouring through the tall windows.
If someone had walked in at that moment, they never would have imagined the tragedy that had taken place in the mansion only hours earlier. Yet no one mentioned it.
Not a single word.
It was as if the mourning had ended the exact moment the last drop of blood had been cleaned from the floor.
I quietly took my seat.
I waited for Grandfather to begin breakfast.
The only sound breaking the silence was the soft clink of silverware against porcelain. No one spoke. No one raised their voice.
Everything followed a routine that had been passed down for generations.
Then Kikyo gently set her teacup onto its saucer.
âNow, returning to the remaining matters concerning your marriageâŠâ
I looked up.
Her voice was calm. As elegant as ever. There was no harshness in it.
That was precisely what made it so intimidating.
âIt is time for you to fully adapt to this family.â
No one interrupted.
Silva continued eating.
Zeno didnât react either.
As though everyone had been expecting this conversation.
âBecoming a Zoldyck is not simply a matter of carrying our surname.â
She paused briefly before continuing.
âEvery member of this family has a role. Everyone knows their place. Everyone understands their responsibilities.â
I felt my fingers tighten around my napkin.
âStarting today, Amane will reorganize your daily schedule. You will have designated hours for every activity, and you will learn our customs.â
It wasnât a suggestion.
It was a decision.
âYou will also begin your regular medical evaluations.â
My breathing slowed.
I had known this part was coming.
Even so, hearing it spoken in front of the entire family made it feel different.
Far more real.
âYour health will be monitored regularly.â
She never used the word pregnancy.
She didnât have to.
Everyone understood what she truly meant.
âIn time, when the moment is appropriate, you will also fulfill your responsibility of ensuring this familyâs future.â
I lowered my eyes to my plate.
The food had completely lost its taste.
It wasnât embarrassment.
It was the feeling of listening to people discuss my future while I sat there as nothing more than a spectator.
As though my opinion had never been part of the conversation to begin with.
Kikyo continued speaking with the same composed tone.
She explained the importance of the Zoldyck name.
Discipline.
Self-control.
Discretion.
Absolute loyalty to the family.
She never raised her voice.
She didnât need to.
Every word carried the weight of a tradition far older than any of us.
She wasnât trying to intimidate me.
She truly believed every word she was saying.
That this was a wifeâs duty.
That this was the place I was meant to occupy.
Perhaps that was what frightened me the most.
Because no one seemed to believe there could be any other way to live.
Then Kikyo added, just as calmly,
âIt would also be beneficial for the two of you to begin spending more time together. A marriage must be allowed to develop properly if we expect stability in the future.â
Silence settled over the dining room once again.
No one reacted.
No one commented.
Until a soft sound broke the stillness.
Killua placed his silverware onto his plate.
It wasnât loud.
Just the quiet sound of metal against porcelain.
It was enough for everyone to look toward him.
He kept his eyes on his breakfast for a few seconds before speaking.
âItâs too soon.â
His voice was calm.
Without anger.
Without impatience.
As though he were simply stating something obvious.
Kikyo slowly turned toward her son.
âKillua.â
He looked up.
âShe just got here.â
There was no harshness in his words.
Only a simple statement of fact.
âShe doesnât even know this house yet.â
Silence settled around the table once more.
Kikyo remained perfectly composed.
âThat is precisely why she must begin as soon as possible. The faster she adapts, the better it will be for both of you.â
Killua held her gaze for a moment.
âLearning the rules is fine.â
He paused.
âThe rest can wait.â
He didnât raise his voice.
He didnât argue.
He didnât try to convince anyone.
He simply made his position clear.
Kikyo folded her hands neatly on the table.
âMarriage comes with responsibilities, Killua.â
âI know.â
He answered immediately.
âBut thereâs no need to rush it.â
Silva watched his son in silence.
Zeno offered no comment.
The dining room fell quiet again.
Killua returned to his breakfast as though the conversation had ended there.
And somehowâŠ
Everyone accepted that it had.
-
Breakfast ended shortly afterward.
One by one, the members of the family left the dining room without unnecessary conversation or farewells. The butlers immediately began clearing away the dishes with the same flawless precision they had used to serve them.
I waited a few seconds before standing.
I had nowhere in particular to go.
I simply wanted to get away from that table.
The moment I stepped outside the dining room, the sound of my footsteps blended into the silence of the mansionâs endless corridors.
The stone floor echoed softly beneath my feet.
Everything was enormous.
Cold.
Ordered down to the smallest detail.
I could almost feel the weight of those walls, as though they had watched generations grow up within them.
The only sound breaking the silence was the echo of my own footsteps.
Steady.
Rhythmic.
Nothing else.
I didnât hear a second pair of footsteps.
Not the rustle of fabric.
Not even a breath.
And yetâŠ
I had the unmistakable feeling that I wasnât walking alone.
I glanced over my shoulder.
Killua was walking a few steps behind me.
His hands were tucked into his pockets.
His expression was the same as always.
Calm.
Difficult to read.
I hadnât noticed when he had left the dining room.
Nor when he had begun following the same hallway.
He didnât seem interested in speaking.
We simply kept walking.
Only my footsteps disturbed the silence.
We passed several tall windows overlooking the gardens.
Beyond them stretched the forest surrounding the estate, perfectly still beneath the morning light.
I wondered how many times Killua had walked those same corridors.
How many years he had spent living within those walls.
âHas it always been like this?â
My own voice sounded strange after so much silence.
Killua didnât answer right away.
He kept his eyes ahead as we continued walking.
For a moment, I thought he had decided to ignore the question.
Then he spoke.
âLike what?â
I looked at him out of the corner of my eye.
âEverything.â
I gestured vaguely toward the mansion.
âThe rules⊠the meals⊠everyone knowing exactly what theyâre supposed to do⊠no one questioning anything.â
He remained silent for another few seconds.
âYeah.â
Just one word.
But it confirmed everything I had already suspected.
I lowered my gaze.
âItâs like every day has already been decided before it even begins.â
Killua let out the faintest sigh.
âIt has.â
There was no resentment in his voice.
No frustration.
He sounded like someone who had lived with that reality for far too long to be surprised by it anymore.
We kept walking.
âDidnât it ever bother you?â
This time he took longer to answer.
âWhen I was a kidâŠâ
He paused.
âYeah.â
His answer made me look up.
It was the first time he had spoken about himself since we met.
âAfter a whileâŠâ
He looked ahead again.
âI understood thatâs just how things work here.â
He said nothing more.
Yet those words revealed far more than he intended.
I thought back to breakfast.
To the way everyone had discussed our future without ever asking what either of us wanted.
How easily they made decisions for us.
âI didnât choose to be here either.â
The words slipped out before I could stop them.
I wasnât looking for sympathy.
It was simply the truth.
Killua turned his head slightly toward me.
There was no surprise in his expression.
Only understanding.
âI know.â
Two simple words.
Nothing more.
But for the first time since I had crossed the gates of that mansionâŠ
I felt like someone truly understood what those words meant.
We continued walking in silence.
It was no longer an uncomfortable silence.
It was the silence shared by two people who didnât need to explain what the other already knew.
When we reached an intersection, Killua stopped.
The hallway split into two different directions.
He stood there for a moment before speaking.
âYouâll get used to it.â
He said it with the certainty of someone speaking from experience.
It didnât sound like reassurance.
Nor like hope.
It sounded like a fact.
I looked at him without answering.
He held my gaze for only a moment.
âNot because youâll want to.â
He paused.
âBut because everyone here eventually does.â
Without waiting for a reply, he continued down the corridor until he disappeared around the corner.
I remained where I was.
Watching the place where he had vanished.
Although our stories were completely differentâŠ
We understood the same feeling.
The feeling of living a life someone else had chosen for us.
I lowered my gaze.
I didnât know how long I had been standing there.
Maybe only a few seconds.
Maybe several minutes.
Time seemed to move differently inside that house.
âMaâam.â
Amaneâs voice pulled me back to reality.
I turned toward her.
She stood a few steps away.
As always.
Hands folded neatly in front of her.
The same serene expression that never seemed to change.
âIs something wrong?â I asked.
âThe doctor is waiting for you.â
I frowned slightly.
âNow?â
âYes.â
There was no explanation.
No apology.
Only that answer.
A small knot formed in my stomach.
I had assumed the examinations would begin in a few days.
Perhaps sometime next week.
I hadnât imagined Kikyo had already arranged everything.
Amane stepped slightly to one side.
âPlease follow me.â
I cast one last glance toward the corridor where Killua had disappeared.
why do people say silva from hxh is a good dad when he literally tortured his children into becoming assassins. literally i hear people say that heâs good because he let killua go back to his friends and promise to never betray them. bro he literally like 5 seconds later says he knows heâll come back because heâs his son????? mind u this is the same guy who objectifies his daughter saying that sheâs a thing and that theyâre not family. his own words literally come back to betray him when killua is taking alluka and he says he needs her to save his friend. the friend silva said to never betray đđđ fuck silva and honestly every dad in hxh cs theyâre all shit. especially ging bro fuck him
