Hey, I love your writing and every time I see one more I go running to read, even if english is not my first language. It's always so, so ... wow. Even when it is an au you can maintain the essence of the characters. Your Killugon are awesome. I do not know if she appeared in the manga, I've never seen anime either, but I wanted to ask, if you're not too busy, how Mito-san reacted to Killua being a killer.
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I really liked this prompt! I don’t remember how Mito found out about Killua’s past, or if she ever did, but this is how I think it would go! I hope you like it~
Canon universe, set during Gon and Killua’s visit to Whale Island
“So, Killua,” Mito said as she dropped the heavy load of laundry onto the grass. “Tell me, how did your family let you participate in the Hunter Exam? You’re so young!”
Killua gave her a questioning look, brows furrowed. “Why are you asking? Didn’t you let Gon take the Hunter Exam, too? He’s only two months older than I am.”
Mito couldn’t help the smile that tugged at her lips. It was true; she had left Gon to his own devices, like she always had. Because while Gon was obedient and always respectful towards her wishes, he was still Ging’s son. Ging had done whatever he wanted, and she knew if Gon was determined enough, he would too.
“Gon wanted to take the Exam,” she said. “He would have gone off whether I wanted him to or not. So it was better to let him go with my blessing.”
“Hmph.” Killua grabbed a shirt from the laundry and shook it once before hanging it up on the line. “I guess you have a point there.”
“Did you leave with your family’s blessings, Killua?” Mito asked in a teasing tone.
Her movements faltered though at the dark expression that suddenly appeared on Killua’s face.
“Nah,” he said. “I’m…well, my family didn’t want me to take the Hunter Exam, or leave home at all, really. They’re really annoying like that. So I had to fight my mother and brother before I could get away. My mother’s face was covered in bandages the last time I saw her from where I stabbed her.”
Mito blinked. She stared at the twelve year old currently hanging up Gon’s green shorts, unsure if he was joking or not. He didn’t say anything else though and the unnatural silence made Mito’s heart twist.
Killua was rarely so quiet. From the short time Mito knew him, she had learned that he was an extremely bright, mischievous and usually cheerful boy. He had as much stamina as Gon, sometimes even more, which truly astounded her. He spent every day with her son without ever showing a sign of boredom and the way they grinned at each other filled Mito with warmth.
She was happy for Gon and that he had finally found a friend who could keep up with him at every turn. And she knew that not every family was as beautiful as theirs. So, no matter what Killua said, she would listen.
“Was it a long fight?” she asked and Killua’s head snapped up.
“…no,” he said after a pause. He spoke slowly, as if unsure of how much to tell her. “I’ve always been better than Milluki, and my mother wasn’t expecting it. If anything she was probably proud of me for attacking her.”
He shook his head and muttered, “She’s so controlling. She never let me go on my own missions until after I returned from Heavens Arena! And even then she had Illumi tracking me, the bastard.”
“What kind of missions would she send you on?” Mito asked, genuinely curious, as she picked up one of Killua’s shirts from the pile.
“Assassination missions,” Killua explained offhandedly and Mito’s blood turned to ice.
“Assassination?!” she squeaked.
Killua’s face fell.
“Oh…I guess….Gon didn’t tell you? I’m not surprised.” Killua looked off into the horizon. The look in his blue eyes was unreadable. “I’m a Zoldcyk. We’re a family of trained assassins. I’m a professional killer.”
Mito’s arms dropped her her side, Killua’s indigo tang top brushing the tips of the grass. She didn’t know what to say to that. Who would know what to say to that?! It wasn’t normal to suddenly learn that your son’s best friend was an assassin!
But Gon, Mito knew, wasn’t normal either. Not in the usual sense of the word. He was too strong, too powerful for someone his age. Again, like Ging.
And like Ging, he attracted the most unusual company.
“I left them,” Killua said and his voice cut through her inner monologue.
She glanced at him. Killua’s expression was hard, but not angry. It was almost like he had been expecting her immediate shock and horror.
Killua continued, “I won’t lie and say I haven’t killed people before, because I have, but I never wanted any of that. My family didn’t give me a choice. I didn’t want to be like them, so I left.”
Mito swallowed thickly. Killua was only twelve, but he had probably seen more blood in his life than Mito ever would. Killua was born into death, but had walked away from it. Killua was her son’s best and only friend, and Gon had taught her on numerous occasions the meaning of looking past appearances to see the things that mattered most.
She took a deep breath.
“It sounds like you had a horrible family, Killua,” she said softly and Killua’s eyes widened.
He looked down, grip tightening on Gon’s jacket in his hands.
“They were the worst,” he muttered and there was a deeper meaning in those words. A hint of frustration and misery that caused a swell of pity in Mito’s chest.
He was only twelve years old and he had experienced such horror. Being here must be a kind of paradise to him.
“Well, you’re welcome to stay here as long as you like,” she told him.
Killua’s mouth fell open. “R-Really?”
She smiled fondly at him. “Of course. Are you getting hungry, by the way? Its almost lunchtime and Gon should be getting back from town soon with the ingredients I asked him to get. I can make more of that salmon, if you like.”
Killua’s responding smile was small but hopeful. “That would be awesome. Your a really great cook, you know.”
She laughed at that and the sound was whipped away by the breeze.
When they finally made their way back to the house, Gon was jumping up and down in the doorway as if bursting with excitement, waving his hands and yelling Killua’s name.
Killua’s eyes lit up and Mito knew then that she had made the right choice.