Chapter 1
The sound of broken shattering against the wall echoed in the cavernous dining room, red wine cascading down the back wall as if the house was bleeding. A young woman with startling white hair stared down a much older woman who wore sunglasses while a rather large man with watched calmly from the head of the table. The young woman was standing with her palms on the table, the older woman across from her also standing. The older woman was biting her lower lip.
"Killua," the older woman addressed the white haired girl in a hiss. "I can't believe this: you're throwing everything we ever gave you away for a little island slut!"
"Don't you fucking dare call her that!" Killua ordered.
"DON'T YOU DARE TALK TO YOUR MOTHER LIKE THAT!" Kikiyo's voice boomed. "Silva! Control your daughter!"
The man just sat and watched, calmly assessing the situation. Killua turned her glare towards Silva, daring him to challenge her. Normally, the girl was too intimidated to go against her father but once provoked she would not stop and she would not yield.
Silva closed his cerulean eyes. "Killua," he almost sighed. "You're seventeen years old. You're a young, vibrant woman who has never once asked for anything. We provided for you, you took everything we handed you. Only in return did we ask for you to listen to our requests."
Killua's own blue eyes searched her father's face for his meaning. "I did."
"You followed them to the letter. Even when the requests were unpleasant."
"Yes."
"But despite all the freedoms we gave you, you desired something. You never voiced that desire until now but for years you walked around with that hollow look in your eye; missing that one thing we never gave you." Kikiyo stood speechless throughout. It was the most quiet she had been in years.
Silva opened his eyes slowly, looking towards his daughter who reminded him so much of himself when he was young. His sons were never as independent as she. "You want to elope with this girl?"
"We're not running away to Vegas to get married. We just want to travel around." And look for Gon's father, she added mentally.
"But you two are lovers," it was not a question.
Killua nodded. Kikiyo paled.
"Y-You," her mother stuttered. "You can't be! You were going to be married to one of the sons of your father's closest associate! You were going to live in luxury and give us grandchildren!"
"Quiet!" Silva barked. His wife pursed her thinned lips together. His attention returned to Killua. "Killua, you are our only daughter. We did have high hopes for you but I always knew we could never keep you here."
"You still have Alluka." It was a fate she did not want for her little sister but it would suit the frail child enough to be content.
Silva shook his head. "Alluka cannot bear children and despite what you and he says, it would not be right. Do you have any idea how that would make us look if we gave away a 'daughter' and not only have it revealed that it was not so, but also that Alluka is mentally unstable?"
"Who's fault is that?!" Killua shouted. "You locked her away like a disease! The only people she has ever known is her own family and the doctors you send to her!"
"Two of which she has killed," Kikiyo interjected.
"They tried to hurt her!" Killua's fist clenched, her nails digging into her palm. "She told me one of them touched her and she didn't like it. She told him to stop..."
The memory of her little sister crying in her arms flooded her head. She remembered running her hand over long black hair, the scent of Alluka's favorite strawberry shampoo was thick in her nostrils. They were sitting on a bed covered with stuffed animals, Killua had been brushing Alluka's hair and telling her about her day with Gon. When she asked Alluka what she had done that day, the sixteen year old had refused to answer at first. Simply saying she had a doctor visit. Killua persisted, wanting to know more. Alluka was stubborn until Killua accidentally tugged at her little sister's hair with the brush. The girl had squealed and retreated, it was then the older sister saw the bruises on her neck.
"He said he wanted to cure me," Alluka coughed out. "He said...if he could hurt Alluka enough, Nanika would come out and he could get rid of her."
"What did he do then?"
"He...pinned me down..."
Killua shook her mind away from the memory. She had no real faith in an afterlife but she prayed to whatever gods existed to perform any horrendous punishment on the man's soul.
Silva's voice brought her back to the present. "Alluka has a record. All ruled in self defense and reason of insanity. He is not a Zoldyck"
Killua glared. "That's good because neither am I." She turned away and stormed out of the dining room, pushing past Milluki who was listening at the door with Kalluto.
"Killua!" her mother shouted, chasing after her. Kikiyo grabbed her daughter's arm in the entrance hall, Milluki and Kalluto right behind her. "You are not leaving this house! Do you understand?!"
"Let go," Killua was deadly calm.
"You will not tell me what to do!" Kikiyo's grip increased, bruising the ivory skin beneath her claws.
Despite her mother's tight grasp, Killua was able to free her arm as she turned to face her. Her crystal blue eyes had darkened, her porcelain-like features set. She was a calm before a storm that threatened to tear the roof off of the house. "I am leaving."
Kikiyo flinched at the cold, then she was back to offense. "No, you are no-" A swift sting to her face silenced her. Killua's hand was poised for another strike.
"OI KILLUA!" Milluki ran up to his sister. He grabbed her wrist, "You ungrateful brat! Don't hurt ma-" A jab to his side and Milluki was on the ground on all fours, like the pig Killua knew he was.
Killua looked up at her little brother, Kalluto. He appeared delicate in his pleated skirt and black sweater. He was like Alluka, but not quite. He never spoke unless he needed to. Memories of him sneaking into Killua's room to try on her old clothes almost made her lose her composure. Kalluto just stared at her. He did not stop her as she walked out the house and out of their lives.