"Dong~"
The heartbeat resounded like a drum, suddenly intensified... Wutong, unable to speak aloud, transmitted his heartfelt message through the thick "Cause and Effect Thread" connecting him to Roy, simply saying: "Master, keep it up!"
Roy responded softly and turned around, stepping out towards the kitchen....
Tsubone, twirling her pink ponytails, followed silently behind. Before leaving, she turned back and deeply gazed at Wutong within the blood cocoon... This lucky guy, having earned such a fortune now, makes one envious....
"Squeak~" The door gently closed,
"Tap... tap...." footsteps gradually faded away....
Roy went to the kitchen and had dinner assisted by Tsubone. As he passed Kurajing's bedroom, he saw the girl against the wall, holding a hundred-kilogram water jug, doing squats....
On a summer night, the girl silently encouraged herself, and amidst her meticulous efforts, fragrant sweat dripped down her smooth, alabaster neck, slowly merging into a snowy crevice,
Roy smiled slightly and didn't disturb her. His gaze then penetrated the stone wall of the adjacent room, noticing Kurapika seated at a desk, writing something that seemed like a diary or a travelogue... Roy quietly withdrew his gaze and took a step forward, letting his body transform with the light,
Instantly merging into the moonlight, he floated out through the villa's corridor window with the wind, gliding towards the mountain peak, appearing in the spacious, ancient bedroom on the second floor of the Zoldyck Family's castle.
At that time, Killua just finished feeding the baby and was coaxing him to sleep when a breeze suddenly swirled, gently swaying the woman's bangs. As Killua's electronic eyes blinked, she quickly looked ahead,
The moonlight poured, vaguely revealing a figure through the window frame...
He had silver hair that was not inferior to Silva's. Unlike Silva's, the boy's hair tips shimmered with a lustrous golden glow, softly radiating a sun-lit aura... Seen from afar, it was far more spectacular and mysterious than Silva's.....
"Roy?"
"Mother."
Roy stepped out of the moonlight, smiling calmly at Killua, his gaze lowering to the tiny infant cradled in the woman's arms, speaking softly: "As per father's instruction, I came to see Killua."
Killua's gaze was somewhat complicated, and as her electronic eyes flickered, "snowflakes" cascaded down,
She looked deeply at Roy and said: "Without your father's orders, you would never come to see Killua?"
"No." Roy moved forward on a wind spiral without letting his footsteps disturb the little one. He neared the bedside, gently pinching Killua's delicate, soft cheek, saying: "He's my brother; when I want to see him, I'll see him, no need for anyone's special orders."
Killua snorted playfully, "You've truly grown up, wings hardening, be careful, or your father might hear you and give you a good thrashing."
Roy shrugged indifferently, "Doesn't matter, whatever I say, even if I curse him, he's bound to thrash me tomorrow."
Killua opened her mouth slightly, searching for words to say something but eventually remained silent.....
Roy playfully teased Killua, and without looking, he could clearly sense the naturally overflowing mixture of "indifference" and "concern" from above the woman's head... inwardly, he was acutely aware....
If he were his previous "mediocre" self, he would never garner even a tiny bit of attention from this mother, not just him... In the original work, even Illumi, Milluki, or the later-born Alluka and Kite couldn't compare to Killua, who received endless affection from Killua... This obsession of unbalanced, crazy love was overwhelming, fueled by possessiveness, its root cause....
lies in,
Killua's silver hair....
Whereas now, in the Zoldyck Family, not only Killua possesses silver hair apart from grandfather Zeno and father Silva....
This was why, after years, it was his first time stepping into the second-floor bedroom not to be scolded, able to stand here peacefully chatting with Killua... Roy's silver hair tips shimmered with golden radiance, gently swaying in the breeze....
He reached out, lightly patting Killua, saying: "Come, Killua, let big brother hold you."
Wrapped in swaddling clothes, Killua's lake-blue eyes sparkled like gems, tilting his head to look at Roy, waving his tiny hands as he opened his mouth towards Roy, babbling... seemingly asking Roy to hold him.
Killua was slightly stunned, looking down at Killua... Thinking how this child, like a little demon, always fussing around, disliked being held by Silva or by herself unless hungry or sleepy, seeking milk or rest, then barely quiet....
Killua's electronic eyes flickered, glaring at Killua with jealousy, reluctantly handing him to Roy: "Be careful, one hand supporting the butt, one hand supporting the head, don't be careless....."
Roy replied softly: "I know."
He took Killua into his arms like holding a soft, imaginary kitten, gently tidying the few tufts of fine silver fluff atop Killua's head.....
"Babble babble....."
The "Cause and Effect Thread" emerged,
with one end connecting Killua, the other end connecting Roy,
The profound blood ties slowly surfaced....
Roy embraced Killua, and suddenly it felt like holding his former self, the feeling of kinship surged like a wave upon his heart, making him momentarily freeze in place......
Something... as if something... suddenly flashed through his psyche... just as he reached to grasp it, it slipped away, elusively calling....