*Kalluto huddles in closer to Killua, the memory becoming clearer, as though it were a retort to what his brother was saying.
His brother was so tiny then, but only through the perspective of hindsight. Kalluto thought he could climb inside the hood of his brother's blue jacket, that he could hide in there away from the family.
Pressure. He felt something hitting his chest, knocking the wind out of him. Friction of the hoodie running against him, dead weight against his body, then jolting around over him.
"Go... away. I won't... move. You can't... move me. Not without... hurting me. More than they'll let you. Get lost!"
It was coughing, Kalluto knew now. Killua was coughing as he defied their older brother between being struck. Something dark and red splattered onto Kalluto's vacuous clothes - whatever he wore before the kimono lost in the aether. A deep, menacing voice, not flat like Illumi normally was.
"I'll be back for him. You'll have to sleep some time, Kil. And he'll be the one I take it out on."
Footsteps, and tears, as Killua shifted around, holding and nuzzling Kalluto.
Back in the present, Kalluto whimpered at the feeling of Killua's fingers touching him just as he remembered back then.*
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Date: 2023-09-25 05:02 am (UTC)His brother was so tiny then, but only through the perspective of hindsight. Kalluto thought he could climb inside the hood of his brother's blue jacket, that he could hide in there away from the family.
Pressure. He felt something hitting his chest, knocking the wind out of him. Friction of the hoodie running against him, dead weight against his body, then jolting around over him.
"Go... away. I won't... move. You can't... move me. Not without... hurting me. More than they'll let you. Get lost!"
It was coughing, Kalluto knew now. Killua was coughing as he defied their older brother between being struck. Something dark and red splattered onto Kalluto's vacuous clothes - whatever he wore before the kimono lost in the aether. A deep, menacing voice, not flat like Illumi normally was.
"I'll be back for him. You'll have to sleep some time, Kil. And he'll be the one I take it out on."
Footsteps, and tears, as Killua shifted around, holding and nuzzling Kalluto.
Back in the present, Kalluto whimpered at the feeling of Killua's fingers touching him just as he remembered back then.*
You did, more often than not.
Can you... cover me with your body again?