Chapter 23: Tamborine Heart Beats

                                    

                                          
//Rented Apartment, Padokea\\
//6:00 P.M, Afternoon\\
Your POV:
"Is killing, good or bad Killua?", I thoughtlessly ask. 
He looks at me away from the window sill to where he was sitting. "For me, it's a defense. I'll kill if it's necessary, I'm an assassin too ya know. I'm not some law and order type of person so rules are not considered principals". 
I elevate a curious eye, asking him "So what I did back there was okay for you?"
He snorts out some laugh like he heard the best joke from me. "Hah! Idiot, I know what it feels alright? Plus red looks good on you". I flare my nostrils and walked up to him fast. "I'm serious Killua! What's so funny anyway?!", I shout.
"Chill woman! Geez, Elias's father was gonna get killed either way if you did or didn't try to save him. And Illumi even said he thanks you for doing it instead of him baka!", Killua emphasizes while also going near me. 
"Oh..", my voice retorted to a low one. "Who's the idiot now Y/N"
"Cut it off, I was tired so I couldn't think straight FYI", I only let my eyes roll while sinking deeper into the couch. He only hisses and went back to his spot looking at the blank weather. 
When Killua was about to close his eyes while gazing at the view, I pull him near me by the hand. "W-what is it now? Better not be another argument, listen I'm trying to relax-"
I interrupt him and looked closely at his face. "You have so many pores on your nose, wanna have a skincare routine with me?", I smile while examining his face with my hand on his chin. 
He feels his skin, glares an eye and later on looks beaten by the truth. "What're you gonna do about it anyway?"
I smirk slightly, but it wholesomely turned to a decent smile. "Can I, fix your hair first?", I switch my hand from his face crawling up to his forehead. Where his curly bangs would rest. I pat them down flat. 
He snatches my hand promptly after the realization. Even I was surprised, "Fine... But just don't crimp or style it crazy. I'm sensitive to people touching my hair, everything aswell", he finally allows and sits behind me on the floor.
I picked up a brush lazily from my foot, throwing it up to my hand. Brushing his curly, surpisingly thin hair, he subtly moves his head to the side while covering his face. I lean side ways, "Killua, you need to stay still", I kindly mutter.
He nods a little down, and retracts his head to a normal position. I start to get playful all of a sudden with his fluffy yet thin hair. I can make fun of him for that, no what am I thinking?! I don't want to break his serious expression I can sense behind him. 
I might just go to hell for making fun of him. I can't, I've come a long way to cooperate with him, and to gain his trust seriously. I sigh incredibly loud, dramatic for a word. 
Killua turns around, and sees me closing my eyes with my head up. "You know, you can just say you're annoyed at me. I don't mind you being honest", he observes me quite speculated.
Killua's POV:
What's wrong with her? I wonder. I let my teeth tensed up that it's sticking to it's other, with my lips parting downward. Even Gon makes this face when he has something to say wrong about me, but he's joking everytime about it. I wonder what this face of Y/n means..
She lifts her head back up with a panicked stare at me. "You- you got it all wrong Killua! You're not annoying at all. I was spacing out and I ended up having negative thoughts", she grabs my shoulders and grips it tight "Trust me I'm more worst than you"