[NSFW] ☘❁ Alluka's Cabin ❁☘

[awuka]

CW: Gore

[After all the festivities have been thoroughly enjoyed, Alluka and Killua turn off the lights and break from the party with Alluka's gifts in hand. They trod down the hallway with softened bellies full of cake and ice cream. Alluka checks her watch to see that Pepsi's awake again and some of her stats have gone down, so she fiddles with the little buttons and cares for her while she walks.

Humming the birthday song, she looks over at Killua with a beaming smile when they arrive outside of her cabin. She finishes the last note by getting up on her tip-toes to kiss him on the cheek.]

Thank you for playing with me all day, big brother! I got so many wonderful presents today! Kalluto was fun, too! It's the best birthday I've ever had!

[She unlocks her door and pulls it open, heading inside with a carefree gait and not considering that she might be forgetting something. She sets her extra boxed cake on her desk with the little handcrafted paper doll kalluto made on top of it before freezing up completely with her back to him.]

Where's my present, Killua..? When do I get to play..?

[Her heartbeat changes, spiking in her chest with a jealousy that isn't hers. Alluka hears words that aren't her own coming from her own mouth as her vision fades to black, and she realizes Nanika, who had been dormant for a long time, is finally coming out again. Her last thoughts before she falls asleep are how much she missed her and how she hopes Nanika will have as much fun as she did at the party.]

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[devil_or_angle]

*a chill runs down killua's spine when he hears his sister's voice change, plaintively calling out the name she seldom uses. it's been a while since nanika has made an appearance.*

n-nanika! it's your birthday, too?

*he still doesn't know what kind of entity his sister's alternate personality is -- whether she's been inside her all along or joined with her sometime after she was born -- but either way, he can imagine she must be jealous that alluka received so many gifts today without a mention of her.

expecting she'll have some more silly requests for him, he sits down on her bed and smiles apologetically.*

well, what would you like?

[awuka]

[Disappointed by his forgetfulness but happy to get some more time with him, Nanika climbs up on the bed next to him and giggles mischievously as she takes a moment to consider what she wants. But she can't decide on anything this time, because all she wants is him, which she already has.

However, sometimes he's away from both of them and she misses him like a cat locked in a cage away from its beloved owner, pawing at the bars sadly from inside Alluka. She stares at him intensely, hesitant to take her eyes off for even one second.

Nanika wants to be with him forever. Besides Alluka, he's all she has. She doesn't even know most of Alluka's friends because she's to be kept a secret from everyone else.

She quickly decides, then, that she should keep a piece of him. As she holds out her hands with a smile, her initial request is innocent enough:]

Killua, give me a lock of hair please?

[devil_or_angle]

*killua chuckles, albeit a little nervously, at the first request. it's certainly odd, but he can see the romance in it, and happily offers up a piece of himself to be her treasured keepsake.*

sure.

*reaching behind his head, he slices off a chunk of his silver hair with a quick flick of a claw and extends it to her in his palm.*

what are you gonna do with that?

[awuka]

[Nanika accepts it graciously and holds it up to her face, sniffing it and rubbing her cheek against it. It's soft and fragrant, smelling woodsy with a floral undertone. She loves it so, so much! She takes the lock and stores it in her heart-shaped pocket.]

Secret.

[Jealousy averted, she gets to thinking. Wouldn't it be great to have MORE of him? She doesn't just want a piece of him, she wants to smell him, touch him, taste him. Nanika scoots closer, her obsessive gaze cutting right through him.]

Killua, gimme some blood next!

[She insists on it with remarkable casualness, as if completely unaware of how absurd her request is.]

[devil_or_angle]

*killua's soft smile swiftly drops from his face, rosy cheeks going pale when she makes her next request, begging for blood. he can tell, without asking, that she means no one but his. she's never asked for anything that would cause him pain before, but maybe her zoldyck upbringing has desensitized her enough to find it acceptable. he shifts uncomfortably, blinking at her in concern.*

my blood? a-are you sure?

*the intense look on her face is one he's never seen on her alter's, an inscrutable force lurking behind her pleasant smile.*

[awuka]

[Her face shifts into a frown to match his. Did her request make him mad? But she really wants it, more than anything else. No, she needs it, she decides. Undeterred, she continues begging.]

Please? Just a little bit?

[She gazes up at him through pleading black eyes, feeling an indescribable bloodlust that pierces through even her dessert-occupied stomach. The sight and scent of blood was a delight to little Nanika, who didn't get to experience it often unless Alluka acquired some kind of injury. Were he to reject her, she would get really sad, but Killua's never failed any of her requests before.]

[devil_or_angle]

*killua gulps, her demand acknowledged. he'd like to discourage violent behavior amongst his siblings, but if this is what she truly wants, there's nothing to be done about it. he extends his pointer claw again, opening his other hand and giving it a quick slice through the middle. a superficial cut splits his skin, blood pooling in the wrinkles of his palm. he extends it to her, wincing from the sting.*

here.

[awuka]

[Nanika holds her hand under the bloodflow and waits until a substantial amount has pooled in her palm before pulling away. She holds her hand up to her face, staring intently at the crimson puddle of fresh blood. The heavenly scent of iron permeates her nostrils, mellowing the frown out of her face.

She tilts her hand, letting the blood gather in one side, then tilts it the other way so it moves to the other. Entertained, she transfers it to her other hand, then back to her first one, leaving a sheen of red everywhere it goes. While she's busy playing, a lone, dark red droplet trails down her wrist, staining the sleeve of her shirt. Alarmed and not wanting to waste any more of it, she pulls her sleeve back and holds her arm close to her face.

A pink tongue wiggles forth from her mouth and swipes right up the trail without a second thought, leaving a broad stroke of transparent red saliva as the rich, metallic taste explodes deliciously across her tastebuds. Done playing, she tips her hand over her open lips and fills her mouth with the rest of Killua's taste, swallowing it after taking a moment to savor it. For the one who gave her this gift, Nanika is gracious and passionate, her expression giving way to an eerily wide, bloodstained smile.]

Killua's the best!

[But it's not enough for her. High off the excitement of tasting her brother, Nanika eyes his oozing cut and moves in to lap at the sore incision with her reddened tongue, seeking to clean up the rest of it.]

[devil_or_angle]

*once nanika has gathered up her gift, killua staunches the flow with the hem of his jacket's sleeve, pressing his other thumb against the throbbing wound through the fabric. he'll have to get the blood out of his clothes later -- and hers, he thinks with a grimace, as he watches her stain her wrist while she plays with his blood like a pleased kitten.

her catlike tendencies don't end there, as she dips in and uses her tongue to lap up the spill -- but what she does next is much more intentional, tipping her head back to imbibe him. his voice rises with alarm and confusion, hair standing on end at the sight of her saccharine smile stained with blood.*

n-nanika...!

*pulling his injured hand out of his sleeve, she begins to drink his blood direct from the source while he sits frozen in fear. his heart pounds in his chest, sending blood oozing into her mouth as his trembles ajar.*

what're you... you shouldn't... drink that...

*his lids droop with dizziness, the rhythmic swiping of her tongue against the stinging cut putting him into an eerie stupor. if this was only her second request... what would she want next?*

[awuka]

[The blood is so much hotter straight from the source. Lapping up all the excess, Nanika's tongue slides against the raw cut, slowly and procedurally feeling out the texture of wrinkled, split open skin as she slips her tongue between the two edges and into his seeping flesh. She's elated as she cleans up the rest of it. Eventually she pulls away, wiping her reddened mouth with her sleeve.

The starving desire in her eyes is unmistakable. This time, it doesn't take time for her to think about what she wants. While she had her tongue inside his slit, she got absorbed in his aching pulse, feeling the strength of his heart pounding through the wound as it pumps blood to the site. She can't get enough of him. Wants to dig inside him and feel his bleeding heart in her hands and mouth too. Wants to feel it beat just for her as she slathers her tongue up and down each of his ventricles.

But she can't ask that of Killua. Her healing powers wouldn't bring him back to life if he died as quickly as one should when such a vital organ is removed. Still, she finds herself wanting something similar in size, deciding that she'd feel satisfied as long as it's an organ.]

Can I have an organ now, pretty please?

[devil_or_angle]

*as her tongue slips into his split flesh, killua stifles a gasp of pain, hissing through his teeth as he endures the wrongness of the intrusion. he's never been afraid of nanika before -- never wanted to deny her anything -- but now, he feels dizzy with dread, helpless to her hunger. she makes her last request and killua's gaze rises slowly to meet hers, his whole system suspended in time from the shock.*

an... organ?

*he doesn't dare ask her which, afraid she'll specify something he can't spare -- just stares at her, heart pounding in his throat, in his bleeding hand.*

[awuka]

[Killua's pained gasps tickle Nanika's ears. She's so utterly fascinated by everything about him, especially when he's in pain. When he looks down at her with disbelief through those beautiful human eyes, she wonders again if he's upset at her. Sometimes people don't understand her requests, but it should be okay if she specifies, right? She gives off Alluka's best puppydog eyes to soften his gaze as she holds her bloodied hands out for another sorely needed fill.]

Any one will do~! Come on, I really want it!

[Alluka's soft voice sounds deranged and even spoiled with Nanika's words, giving the impression that she won't accept anything less. Alluka got three presents after all, and so should she. It simply makes sense to her.

Eating her brother is the ultimate birthday present. The ultimate intimacy--There's no getting closer to a person than their own organs. She wants to feel him traveling through her body, invigorating her as he becomes a permanent part of it. It would be an unforgettable act of love that brings her closer to him. She doesn't even consider that it might put distance between them.]

[devil_or_angle]

*nanika's choice is made, and it's clear there's no changing her mind. he must be crazy for entertaining the request at all, but after all she's done for him... doesn't he owe her this? perhaps there's more to the power she used to save his life the other day. perhaps it's time for him to pay the price.*

...okay.

*hands shaking, he dutifully begins to remove his clothes, tugging off his jacket before slowly lifting his shirt over his head. taking deep breaths to stave off the panic like he'd always been taught, he stares down at his naked torso and imagines all the organs quivering inside, tucked safely behind skin and bone -- but not for long. gulping, he glances up at nanika again.*

...will i still get a wish?

[awuka]

[Nanika watches him undress and is captivated by the subtle swell of his pectorals with each movement and breath. Imagining all that flesh anf muscle moving underneath his pale skin is enough to make her mouth water when she realizes she's definitely getting her way.

He asks her if he'll get a wish, eliciting a giggle in response. Of course he gets a wish! Those were the rules she told him long ago.]

Anything you want!

[devil_or_angle]

*the confirmation earns nanika a short nod of thanks, but brings killua little relief. he'll need that wish to seal him back up, but he still has to split himself open first.*

good.

*as he sharpens his nails, eyes glazed over and dark with reluctant resolve, his mind runs fervent calculations, trying to decide which of his organs to sacrifice. he's experienced with pulling them out, but only with intent to kill. if he were to tear out his heart, like he's so practiced doing, he'd die before he could make his wish. and after experiencing the agony of having his lung punctured by his nearly-fatal fall, he's loathe to damage one of those either, especially if it would risk not being able to speak his wish at all. he needs to pick something less vital, something he can spare.

looking down at his torso again, he lays his clawed hand on his right side, feeling around the curve of his ribcage. he's got two kidneys, he reasons. one on each side, accessible fairly easily through the back. if he just slices through his lowest ribs, he should be able to snag one, avoiding the more important organs.

he presses on the chosen spot with the pads of his fingers, feeling his floating ribs flex beneath his skin. mind made up, he digs his claws between them hard enough to sting, marking the spot for his strike. then, while his target pulses with dull pain, he lifts his hand, positions it into a precise spear, and takes one last, measured breath before plunging it through his flesh.*

[awuka]

[Nanika observes him quietly, her happy expression paused and temporarily replaced with a curious stare. All the luster fades from those big, blue eyes, turning then into a solid black abyss where only Zoldyck-flavored despair lurks. It's a face he's never once shown her, and she doesn't know whether to be excited for it or not. Something inside her tells her she should be very afraid, but the other side of her, the one that eclipses the other, is engulfed in selfish bliss.

She gasps when his nails pop out, the razorlike tips catching strips of light. The silhouette of his hand reflects in widened eyes as Killua carefully calculates his next move like a rehearsed machine.

To his left--No, her left, he places his fingertips along a ridged area, preparing for insertion. She scoots to his side so she can get a better look. Nanika holds her breath as he makes a shallow cut, then loses it when he plunges his claws straight through his flesh in one fluid motion.

Hot, dark red blood starts gathering around his knuckles and leaking heavy trails down his side, more and more of it piling up as blood rushes to the site of the wound. The unmistakable scent of it hangs around them and she closes her eyes only to take a sniff at the air.]

Wow...so much blood!

[Nanika feels a great impatience building in her body, her unconventional desires demanding to be met through the core of her being. Her heart races as it nears the final payoff and she huddles closer to him, her overbearing energy fraught in the way she leans in and takes a big, self-indulgent breath of iron.]

[devil_or_angle]

*not a second after his fingers pierce his skin do they surge back out in a vivid spurt of blood, delighting the deranged being inhabiting his sister's body. speared in his claws is a fat, bean-shaped organ, colored a deep ruddy-brown and leaking crimson from the severed ends of the arteries that fed it.

so subsumed he is in the abyssal emptiness he's been trained to assume when harming someone, it takes a moment for the pain to register -- and when it does, it's blinding, turning blackened eyes to white as his whole body seizes with it. he's too shaken to scream, too sick with shock to make a sound other than the shallow pants of his hyperventilating lungs as he reaches out to present nanika with her final gift.*

[awuka]

[In front of her is a marvelous and entertaining sight that brings the smile back to her face: Killua with completely empty eyes, his body shaking uncontrollably as his kidney is Freshly ripped free from its cage; the organ glimmering, vaguely resembling a giant jelly bean wearing a big party hat just for her as it saturates her silly imagination. Not to mention the profuse amounts of crimson gushing down his side, staining his shorts and soon bathing the cats on Alluka's pastel duvet cover. The organ is utterly huge, so much so that she almost doesn't know what to do with it when he finally deposits it into her hands. It has a subtle weight to it that she notices when she jerks her hands up and lets it fall back into her palm with the assistance of gravity.

Consumed with bloodstained curiosity, she buries her nose into his kidney. Besides the stench of blood, it doesn't smell like anything in particular, and the outer flesh is firm against the top of her nose. Possibly chewy, she wonders?

Well, the only way to check her inference is for her to open Alluka's mouth and chomp down on his renal cortex herself. It's tough and carries a grainy texture that's unlike anything she's ever eaten before, and the taste is strong yet otherwise indescribable for someone who hasn't yet encountered it. She finally gets her teeth through it and jerks her neck backward, ripping the piece off with a distinct wet tearing sound. It's just as chewy as she thought it'd be, but it takes the hungry Nanika relatively no time at all before she's diving back in eagerly for another bite.

The experience, which would likely be unpleasant for most humans, was everything she hoped it'd be. As she eats, she closes her eyes, immersing herself wholly in the sensory experience of her new favorite delicacy. As she gets further in, she encounters a much smoother texture--his renal medulla.

This part is her favorite yet. She bites a piece of it off and separates it from the cortex with her teeth and tongue, chewing and swallowing the cortex first and then playing with the rest of it on her tongue.

When she opens her eyes to check on her brother, they become even blanker than Killua's. No longer reflecting any light let alone his reflection, they exist as voids creeping from the holes of her face. She finally swallows her piece and a coal-black tongue darts out to lick the blood off her white lips, her face equally pale to match.]

I love you so much, Killua..

[Her own voice, no longer contained by Alluka's, is noticeably softer and less emotive, carrying with it a shy darkness that is befitting of her true personality.]

[devil_or_angle]

*still frozen with shock, killua can only look on in abject horror as nanika bites into his orphaned organ. he'd known, before he even pulled it out, that she would consume it, but the reality of watching her do it is so much worse than he could ever imagine. bile rises in his throat as she tears into it with her teeth, ripping off chunks of dark flesh like a feral animal devouring its prey. he can hear the gush of his body fluids leaking out with each bite, the twang of tearing veins and the sickening pop of collapsing lobes, each sound more repulsive than the last and worsening the deeper she digs into his flesh. when she looks back up at him, alluka's sweet face is gone, replaced by the hollow smile of her supernatural twin.*

na...nika...

*trying to speak only brings killua's pain in sharp focus, and he sucks in a rattling gasp as his hand clutches tight to his bleeding side, trying to staunch the flow of life leaving his body.*

[awuka]

[Waves of bliss and satisfaction placate her as she digs for more, thoroughly enjoying the symphony of sounds his organ produces as it's methodically broken down piece by piece. The texture and taste are perfect for her, so much so that she can't get enough of it. Inside the organ is a salty, pungent liquid that she loudly slurps right up--brother's broth.

She looks up at him from her blood-covered hands with smiling black eyes, three fourths done with her birthday meal and wishing it would never end. With a ravaged voice, he only manages to say her name, delighting her further. She loves the youthful masculinity of Killua's voice, wants to be praised in it even though she's not in the mood to request anything else of him. When he's ready, it's time for his own wish to be reciprocated instead.

Nanika takes the last couple of bites of the biggest part of the kidney and swallows before taking on the adrenal gland. It's yellow and spread out over the top of his kidney, the remains of which linger in tattered pieces hanging off the bottom of it. Picky, she separates the raw pieces with her teeth, cleaning it up before biting into his stress-pumped adrenal gland.

It's covered in a layer of delicious fat and she's almost disappointed when she finds it's not full of it. What's more, the inside has a powerful metallic taste that's even stronger than just his blood alone. She nibbles at the capsule, not eating it quite as fast as the kidney because she wants to take time to enjoy the layer of fat on the outside.]

[devil_or_angle]

*nanika's declaration of love rattles around killua's addled brain as he watches her feast on his vital flesh through fading double-vision, unable to feel anything in return but sickening agony. he winces as she chews through the fatty gland clinging to the dregs of the organ, wishing he'd thought to separate the two when he'd yanked out the kidney but knowing it's far too late for regrets. she's already gulping down the essence of his terror with a pleased smile on her bloodstained mask, nearly finished enjoying her birthday gift.

he can feel the absence of it inside him as it disappears down her throat, a space hollowed out by pain that's quickly filling up with spilled blood, leaking out through the gaps in his trembling fingers. with a feverish shudder he slips his hand back into the wound to pinch shut the artery itself in a desperate attempt to extend the time he has left, feeling it throb feebly between his fingers in a doomed march toward his death. all he can do now is trust in nanika to grant his wish, as she always has.*

nanika... *he croaks, struggling to keep the words in his head, on his tongue.* could you... heal me?

[awuka]

[She makes quick work of the gland until she's done, then leans in to steal a self-indulgent kiss off her brother's lips as a cherry on top of her enormously costly cake.

He finally makes a request of her, and she pulls back with a simple smile.]

'Kay.

[Getting to work, Nanika reaches down and nudges his hand aside so she can touch his gaping side with a brightly glowing hand. The wound stitches itself back up until it's seamless with the rest of his skin, and underneath, a new kidney grows at the end of his severed arteries, growing big and plump to fill in all that empty space as if nothing had happened at all. As soon as tissue is done fusing back together, the glow fades, and she falls forward into him after her exhausted eyes flutter shut. Pure, unadulterated joy is the last thing she feels before passing out.

There's a ring of scarlet blood all over her the hemmed edges of her sleeves, as well as drips and splatters all over the front of her shirt.]

[devil_or_angle]

*a bitter, bloody kiss is the last gift he shares before relinquishing his fate to her, letting nanika gently pull his hand out of his gushing wound and seal the open cavity herself, repaying him for his sacrifice. with a gasping breath of relief, he feels the rush of blood reentering his veins, filling his drained system with life until he feels full and whole once again. his heart pumps gratefully in his chest as she collapses against it, its beat so strong one could never guess it was dying out just moments before. he lifts a hand still stained with blood but no longer injured, and tentatively pets her head, murmuring,*

thank you...

*he silently lays her down on the mattress and gazes dully around at the mess they've made, barely able to process the sharp turn the evening had taken. the room looks like something out of a horror movie, alluka's pink blankets and party favors stained with deep red. deafening the cacophony of dreadful questions swirling between his ears, he sets himself to the practical task of cleaning up so alluka won't have to wake to such a terrible sight. he strips off the bloodstained blankets, then her clothes themselves and gathers them up to haul to the underwear room, where his own clothes are quickly cleansed as well.

he returns soon after to find her still sleeping soundly, belly round with festivities and flesh. her face and hands are still smeared crimson, so he grabs a wet rag from the bathroom and sits down beside her to gently wash the blood from her skin, chills running through him each time he remembers it's his.

a deep sadness settles over him as he slips a new nightshirt on her, arranging her delicately amongst the pillows. he must have been foolish to think his sister had been spared the bloodlust of their family line; clearly it's ingrained so deeply into their genes that, despite his best efforts all this time, he couldn't save her from it. at least it'd been he who paid the price.

sliding into the cramped bed, he curls tight around his satiated sister but struggles to close his eyes, haunted by all that's happened. sleep won't find him for a long time, and when it does, nightmares are sure to follow. he hopes, at least, that her dreams will be pleasant. he kisses her rosy cheek, wincing at the scent of his blood on her breath.*

...i love you, too.