Again, I just finished watching HxH, and I have a major crush on Killua. So I was like, why not pair him up with Sakura? And as I searched for fics with this pairing, they only had, like, three. Seriously, this pairing needs more love.

So, without further a due (Idk lmao), here is the story.

JUST SO YOU KNOW, this is fanfiction. So I'm not sticking to the Canon script aside from the happenings since you guys probably know the original and I want this to fit with my idea. Again, this is FANFICTION, so.. Yeah.

UPDATE! : You must be wondering why ARnC's fic is in my acc, (or maybe not and you just stumbled upon it now without knowing I originally made it in my other acc) But there's a problem going on with my email that I used in that account, so just to be safe, I'm transferring all of my works from there to here. I hope it doesn't change anything.

Disclaimer: I only own the plot.

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He had chains wrapped around his wrists, suspending him in the air. His feet barely touched the floor. He had his head bowed down as his brother continued whipping his body. It was his punishment for leaving the household and stabbing his mother in the face.

"That's enough, Milluki. His father is looking for him." His mother said as she entered the chamber.

"But mom! He hadn't learned his lesson yet. Look! He's smiling!" Milluki complained, as he scowled at Killua, whipping him again.

"MILLUKI!" His mother shouted.

Milluki begrudgingly stopped, and as he was about to remove Killua's chains, he cut him off.

"I can do it." He snapped the chains just by flicking his wrists. He softly landed on his feet as he gazed with feint innocence at his brother. Daring him to say something.

The computer geek crossed his arms on his chest as he looked away.

Killua turned to his mother, rubbing his wrists. "I'll be going now." He didnl't give his mother a chance to reply as he quickly left the room.

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Inside the room where his father was, he slowly sat down on a cushion in front of him, waiting for what his father had to say to him.

"Killua." His father began, "You left this household with no explanation, stabbing your mother in the face." Killua blinked, not at all ashamed.

"You are truly my son." His father smirked, bringing up a hand to ruffle his son's white hair.

Killua said nothing back, waiting for what else his father have to say.

"I will allow you to go out once again," Killua sat up straighter as his eyes shone with excitement. "But," He slouched slightly. "You have to promise me never to betray your friends." His father bit his thumb, facing his bloodied finger to him.

Killua cocked his head to the side in confusion, before nodding slowly. He copied his father's action, biting his thumb, and faced it to his father's. They connected their thumbs as he said, "I promise."

Taking that as a sign of dismissal, he stood up and walked to the door, a slight spring to his step caused by excitement at the prospect of meeting up with Gon to go on an adventure. As he opened the door, he faltered when he felt his father's eyes on his back. Looking back, he cocked his head to the side in question.

"I have arranged a marriage for you. If a girl with pink hair suddenly shows up during your travels, do not be alarmed. She is your fiancée."

Killua wanted to say something back, to argue against the loss of his freedom to pick his own partner, to ask why it had to be him and not Illumi instead. But he heard his father's tone of finality, and the fact that his eyes that stared into his own dared him to retort, made him silently nod in reluctance. He left without another word.

How was he supposed to tell this to Gon?

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LoveLots, Lovelies.