𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗛𝗲𝗶𝗿 (Killua x oc)

➵ Chapter 55

The hands of clock struck 12, and midnight creeps by.

But Itsuki didn't even realised that day turned into night. She was very much stuck in a mind block ever since they came back from speaking with Battera.

"A special ability..." She mumbled aimlessly, something that was on her mind for the entire day, like a difficult maths problem that no matter how hard you try, you can never reach the answer. And that's exactly how she spent the day, in a muse and coming to no conclusions.

Poison.

That was her speciality. It evoked the memory of her first experience with her ability, the time when her life was on the line, adrenaline driving around her body as she faces Feitan.

It was her first time she saw a glimpse of death. But thanks to that, she was able to discover the nature of her nen. An ability to intoxicate.

She acknowledged that it was a cool power. But since her nen could only work it's effects through a cut or any broken skin, realistically, it was quite useless when against more advanced opponents. Such as Hisoka or even any members of the phantom troupe. Itsuki knew that.

If it wasn't for Feitan's sadistic nature and him willingly let Itsuki scratch him just for his own sick entertainment, Itsuki would never have had the chance to poison him.

She must come up with a better, more convenient method of intoxicating an opponent. Otherwise, she would not pass the screening, as how was she suppose to show off her ability? Politely ask for permission if she can cut the examiner and then poison him?

She groaned in frustration.

She knew too little of her ability and she had exactly a week left before the screening takes place. It was a race against time.

She flipped onto her stomach as she stuck her hand under the pillow, pulling out yet another bar of chocolate. With just one bite, the bar disappeared into her stomach, the wrapper chucked into the chubby pile of the other snack wrapping papers at the corner of the room.

"No good..." Itsuki sat up, eyes lidded.

Enough was enough. Itsuki decided that outside forces were needed. She jumped off the mattress and landed on the floor with a soft thud before rushing out of her room. She stood in the middle of the length corridor, looking left and right. The room next to her in the right hand side stayed Gon whereas the other adjacent room of the left side lived Killua. Now, who was she going to seek help from? Left, killua. Right, Gon. She analysed her choices.

Who is more informatively helpful?

Definitely Killua.

But who is more willing to help though.

Gon.

It was a simple choice to make.

She turned to Gon, not bothering with Killua as asking for his help will probably come with plenty of teasing.

However upon opening the door, all Itsuki could see was Gon squatting in the same position as she left him in, looking even more troubled than she was. Maybe asking him for help wasn't her smartest move. Gon was doing so much thinking you could practically see the gears turning in his head, except the gears would be rusty, given from the lack of use since it was Gon. The personified version of 'act and think later'.

Itsuki closed the door gingerly, carful not to stir Gon's train of thought. If there was any at all.

And now that leaves it to the other option. She went back to her own room, and traveling as slow as a turtle, she tiptoed to the wall, a thin barrier linking to Killua's room. Itsuki shamelessly pressed her ear to the wall, then leaving the rest to her sense of hearing. There was no harm in taking a little inspiration right?