Within a crowd, among everyone, Killua always felt much safer these days; becoming lost in the prong of people and indistinguishable to the human eye. His sister was safer and a single drop in what was a sea when they were out; harder for Illumi to track, and easier to lose sight of. But funnily enough, though fingers intertwine in Alluka’s and brisk movements are made through the mass, something didn’t feel right today. Not a malicious air or a threatening one in the slightest...but it felt -- off comparable to the rest of their stay. As if he’s walking in place, and can’t shake off a bug that’s circling ( buzzing ) in his space. There’s a shiver that runs down his spine at the thought and he shakes momentarily, miss stepping and almost tripping at the sensation. His expression remains unchanged, a smile even dancing on his lips as Alluka points out a cute trinket, though it’s unpleasant, and his gaze begins to shift. Left to right, forward, and again repeating the longer they stay amid everyone. His nerves are starting to pry again, and this trip out to the stores in the area no longer is one he finds necessary. Killua wants to return to their hotel room. It’s boring out here yeah, and he tells his sister as much when he leads her back. Alluka is attempting to change his mind, but Killua knows better. An entire lifetime of killing, and his instincts are honed to sense the slightest break. A cruel creature of manipulation and adaption is what he was brought up to be, and though his nature had changed much since meeting Gon, he could still distinguish what this sort of nervousness could conclude to.
Maybe they’re being followed, and it’s not a chance he’s going to take. The crowd is beginning to thin out, and Killua steps through quicker as they disperse out. His sister is close behind, still wide-eyed and in awe at the many shop windows, but her hand is so tight in his, Killua will have to apologize if it’s aching afterwards. They’re close to where their hotel is, and as soon as they return he plans on leaving once again. Just to be safe -- it would be okay.
But a mistakes been made when he hears his name. Neither a hunter nor his family had whereabouts to where he was; the tone in voice doesn’t ring a bell of familiarity at first when it’s heard. Who was this calling out to him in the middle of a street with so many witnesses surrounding them. That’s what they would be because Killua assumes they’re unfriendly, and swiftly he moves to bring Alluka around, behind him. There’s no way they’re staying here any longer, and in the passing of a second a hand is drawn, claws bared and out where he could kill.
The other’s voice is unfamiliar to anyone he’s known before, but the face that stares back at him is one he sees every single day when he turns. It’s as if he’s looking in the mirror, though distorted and the exact opposite of everything he is. This person staring back at him is Killua, and yet nothing like him at all. His clothes are cleaner, pristine even compared to his own disheveled ones, and his hair is longer, lighter. Maybe even pretty if Killua rivaled it to his own. It’s the first time he’s ever thought of himself as anything positive honestly, but he’s grasping for straws because this thing standing there isn’t him. It can’t be.
In an instant, Alluka is now in his arms, and she’s forming her mouth around words he can’t hear. Everything is silent, and gone still in this moment he’s in. A misstep before when Killua hadn’t noticed they were in immediate danger, there’s no longer room to stagger or be stunned. Killua moves.
Killua runs away as fast as he can.
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