Killua was sitting out knife training, when suddenly he felt something. His eyes snapped to Nagisa, who was sneaking up behind Karasuma. He saw his face twitch, eyes go slightly wide. And then he whipped around and harshly blocked the attack, flipping Nagisa. That was bloodlust, Nagisa just used bloodlust. It was without conscious thought, but it was in fact bloodlust. The bell rang, a few moments later he saw someone at the top of the stairs. "hey Karasuma!" he said, lugging some bags over his shoulder. "Yo" he said. "my name's Akira Takaoka and I'm here to give your gym teacher a hand, pleased to meet you!" Killua's eyes narrowed slightly. His smile looks fake. He shifted a little, debating whether or not to say or do something about it. But then he sat down and showed what was in all those bags. His mouth watered at the expensive cakes and treats.

"um, these look sort of pricey sir. Are you su-" before whoever was talking could finish, he had swiped five of the cakes and shoved a sixth Éclair in his mouth. Takaoka's face twitched a little as he sat down a little ways away with his five cakes and half eaten Éclair. He tasted each of the delicious treats as he subtly observed. Not poisoned, but I don't trust him. And then someone called him a dad and his eyes glinted slightly as he wrapped an arm around two of the kids. I don't like that.

"now, things are gonna be tougher than usual but stick it out like the champs I know you are and I'm talking more sweets!" Killua couldn't help the gleam in his eyes, and Takaoka gave him one of those fake ass smiles. It was honestly nearly flawless, but Killua knew what a fake smile looked like. "ok then, along with your new training regimen comes a new schedule!" he paused and blinked at the paper. That's not too bad for me, but for these guys? He heard muttering and complaining. "wait. Hold up, hold up, this is ridiculous!" the orange haired guy said, walking up to him. "first off this is school, we gotta think about keeping our grades too. I mean come on, we can't go by this. When are we supposed to-" suddenly he was kneed in the chest and Killua went rigid. "rule number one, we don't do can't" Takaoka said, with that smile still plastered on his face. I knew it. "rule number two, we're the family and I'm the dad. Show me a family where a dad aint in charge and I'll show you a family in crisis" he said, face going dark.

I'm pretty sure plenty of women lead families you sadistic bitch. "if you can't take it feel free to sit it out, I'll get some buddies from H.Q send in replacements for the whole class" then his smile reappeared. "that said, I'd much rather see you stick it out. A father loves each of his children unconditionally-" Killua tensed, gritting his teeth slightly. Not everybody gets that. Nagisa glanced sideways at him with a confused expression. "-the thought of losing even one of em breaks his heart" he said, walking around. "we're gonna save the word kids, and we're gonna do it as a family" he said, hugging some other guy with orange hair as well as Kanzaki. "well, your gonna do everything father tells you do ah?" Kanzaki stood up, pushing off his hand gently. "I- actually sir to tell you the truth" she said, and Killua's hands clenched on his shorts. "don't do it-" he muttered under his breath. I'm gonna snap. I shouldn't, I can't. but... my gun's in my bag. I have a knife in my pocket. Nagisa put a hand on his shoulder as Kanzaki was slapped for rebelling. "I know how you feel, but we can't do anything" but you don't, you most likely never will.

This hurt him. This man who claimed to be their 'father', was using threats and physical punishments. It fell right into the category of child abuse, one of the few things that made him lose his cool very fast. "I can't take this" he hissed, then straight up walked out. He went into the forest on his own, then twisted and punched a tree when he was a decent ways away. "DAMN IT" he yelled, fighting to keep his bloodlust under control. I can't just kill him, but I can't let it slide either. What am I supposed to do here? His fists shook and he downed another tree, breathing hard in an attempt to calm himself. "calm your shit Killua, calm your fucking shit" he said to himself, running his hands through his hair. He slipped his small fishing rod replica out of his pocket and stared down at it for a few seconds. "what would Gon do in a situation like this..." he bit his lip, thinking. Punch him in the face? Maybe try to talk him down?

Killua heard a rustle, and he glanced up to see Karasuma walking through the trees. "hey Killu-" he paused, blinking at the trees. Killua was currently sitting on one with his small fishing rod in his hand. "well, you weren't kidding about knocking down trees" he said. Killua growled. "remember how I said I don't like killing people?" he nodded. Killua clenched his free fist. "there are exceptions to that rule. That guy gets on my fucking nerves nearly pulled out my knife and stabbed him right there" he let his grip relax, then slid what was in his hand into his pocket. "one of the very few things that make me tick is child abuse, and using children" he clenched and unclenched his fists. "when he declared himself as the dad... then..." he put a hand to his head, trying to calm his anger. "I understand, but killing him would create more problems than it would be worth." he groaned. "I know that! That's why I'm trying so damn hard. But..." he bit his lip. "in every scenario I can think of, there's blood. Whether that be a body or a broken bone, it varies." there was a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry Killua, but class is over for today"

They were doing squats, and a ridiculous amount. Three hundred. "Mr. Karasuma please!" one of the girls said, giving up. "watch it-" What if I... Killua stopped, standing up and crossing his arms. "Oi bitch" he said, and all eyes turned to him. Takaoka paused in the middle of punishing his classmate and looked up with a dark expression. "what did you just call me?" he kept his monotone expression on. "a bitch, whatcha gonna do about it?" a few of the students whispered in alarm and tried to get him to stop provoking him, but that's just what he wanted. "is that how you treat your father?" he said darkly, walking over to him and cracking his knuckles. "you mean my real dad? He's a piece of shit too actually. But he's still better than you at teaching" Killua taunted. His smile disappeared and he started gritting his teeth. "what's your name?" he huffed. "Killua, why's it matter?" he confidence in spite of the earlier violence must be driving him mad.

"well Killua, I think it's time for punishment" he said, bringing a fist down hard at him. Killua sidestepped easily and yawned as if he was bored, "lazy ass punishment if I do say so myself" he said in a low tone, one none of the students could hear because they all took a few big steps back. "beat getting whipped and electrocuted is much more effective, from experience I mean" his anger melted a little and turned into slight shock. "h-huh?" Killua let his eyes narrow, letting a small amount of anger flash in the depths as well. "I'm not like the other kids here, remember that" not only am I no doubt the strongest, but I'm but the youngest. There's also a few other things that you can throw into the mix as well to be honest. He tried to punch Killua again, but before he could finish Karasuma came up behind him and gave him a look. "that's enough. If you hurt these kids, then you have to answer to me" and then he glanced back over at Killua. "Killua, you are dismissed from class for the rest of the day"

He shot one last glare at Takaoka before grabbing his bag and starting to leave. But then he heard Takaoka say something that made him pause and look back. "if they can so much as graze my arm, I can see that the way you train is superior to mine and I'll pack up and leave no questions asked." seems easy enough, this'll be over in seco- he crouched at his bag and glanced over his shoulder. "we won't be using these flimsy things by the way" he said, holding up one of the green knives. Killua went rigid, and he whipped out a real knife and stabbed the other one with it. "when the object to kill is a human being, you can't rely on toys. We're going to be using the real thing" he dropped his bag with a thump, then started walking back over. A few students glanced over at him, he had previously been dismissed and were curious as to why he was back. "this is ridiculous, These kids aren't prepared to take down a real human being and you know it!" except me. I'm the only one who knows how to use a real knife. He stood next to Nagisa, who looked nervously at him for a second before turning his eyes back to the teachers. "don't worry, they don't gotta kill nothing just come close. And I'll do you a solid by defending myself barehanded" he licked his lips again and he struggled to keep his bloodlust under control.

"what are you waiting for? Pick yourself a champion. Or, save us the headache and agree to let me run the show from now on " Takaoka flipped the knife out and it landed blade down at Karasuma's feet. He paused for a second, then picked the knife up and turned around. He locked eyes with Karasuma as soon as he started glancing over each student. Give me the knife. He started to walk towards him and he nearly reached out to take the knife, when he stopped in front of Nagisa. "Nagisa, you're up" Nagisa? But- why? I'm right here! Killua heard mutters and protests from the rest of the class, but he didn't give a damn about the blueberry's experience. His right fist clenched, and Nagisa looked over back at him again once before returning to the task at hand. He didn't even listen to what Karasuma was saying. Nagisa reached out and grabbed the knife, gasps went up all around. But he gritted his teeth and shot a look at Karasuma, who gave Nagisa a pep talk and then came over to him. "Killua, I said you were dismissed" he said, putting a hand on his shoulder. "but-" he silenced him with a look. "you are dismissed" he repeated. But I'm so much more capable! And I want to do this! He was about to protest again when he looked Killua right in the eye. "we're having a talk later" Sugino frowned slightly at their interaction, but he ignored him. "why didn't you give me the damn knife?" he hissed.

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To be continued...