Glass Girl [KilluaxReader]

Mimic

(Y/N) POV - 2670 words

Korako walks into the arena. He holds his head high, proud as he surveys the area, judging what he can use. We've become incredibly in-tune to each other, and I can read his movements clearly. Leorio is watching me with veiled skepticism, too scared of me to challenge me head on, instead whispering to Kurapika, "Can he really do this?"

I turn to him, "Don't underestimate Korako. I have no doubt he's smarter than some people I know."

I sit on the edge of the platform, watching expectantly as nothing happens. Then the voice on the PA system returns, "Young Miss, you'll do the honor of translating with our contestant in place of your companion. Do you find this suitable?"

I nod my head. There's a clank as a pair of handcuffs crashes to the ground. A man walks out, lithe and graceful. Information appears, "Feili. 254-year sentence. Repeated cannibalism, attempted poisoning."

"Feili," I call, "May I join you over there?"

He nods, the movement fluid. I cross the bridge and stand next to Korako. I say, "This is Korako. I have a few terms for this fight before it continues, if it's alright with you."

He nods again in permission and I continue, my eyes hardening, "This will be a fight to the death. There's no mercy allowed, no 'surrendering.'"

He watches me curiously. Then blinks slowly and I notice he has slitted pupils, like a snake. He says, "I agree to the first term."

"The winner is allowed to take the body of the loser."

I hear a whisper from behind me, a mutter more than anything else, "What is she? A necrophiliac?"

I lower my head slightly and address the issue, "You'll find out soon, Leorio. It's strange to find your mind go to something so dirt so quickly."

I can hear the fabric of his clothes move as he flinches before there's a lack of sound behind me. I assume Killua's given him a sharp look, causing the Suit to fall silent.

Feili ponders this for slightly longer, then nods his assent. I haven't heard him speak this entire time. Testing my theory, I say, "Speak any conditions you may have."

He opens his mouth and his voice comes out in a hiss, "I have no conditions."

I then turn to the camera hanging on the ceiling, surely one of many hidden ones, "I'll stay here, on the side of the platform. Any move against me automatically disqualifies the offending party."

The voice returns, "It is allowed. Start the fight when both parties are ready. The young miss will count down."

Korako barks his assent, Feili nodding. I raise my hand and yell in my most powerful voice, "Begin in 3! 2! 1!"

I shoot my hand down and watch as they both stand there, waiting for the other to move. Then everything happens at once. Feili strikes, quick as an adder. Korako, who'd guessed the move, jumped over him and landed on his back, causing the man to crash to the ground. He actually hisses in annoyance.

Korako gets a good hold on the back of Feili's neck and begins to shake. The man is too disoriented to make a move, so he hangs limply. When Korako releases him, I can see his fangs are long and thin, perfect for sliding between vertebrae. I notice Feili hasn't moved, but I can hear him whispering something.

I call, "Permission to check the opponent?"

The voice responds, "Normally, no. However, I believe this fight has been won."

I take the answer as allowance and walk over. I press on the back of Feili's neck as Korako steps back, muzzle covered in blood. As I thought, his spinal cord's been severed. He can't feel anything below his injury, and he can't move it either. It's a painless death, but he's not dead. He's muttering something, quietly, "End me. End me. End me."