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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Hunter_X_Hunter
  Relationship:
      Canary/Killua_Zoldyck, Killua_Zoldyck/Gon_Freecs_-_onesided
  Character:
      Canary_(Hunter_X_Hunter), Killua_Zoldyck, Gon_Freecs
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Modern_Setting, Alternate_Universe_-_High_School,
      Housekeeper!Canary, Rich_Kid!Killua, Sporty!Gon, Romeo_and_Juilet-esque,
      Fluff_and_Angst, Fluff_and_Smut, Killua_is_chubby_and_adorable_and_hides
      his_candy_from_his_mom
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-03-08 Chapters: 1/? Words: 1608
****** Hidden in Plain Sight ******
by the-hxh-files_(thehxhfiles)
Summary
     "Call me Killua, Mr. Zoldyck is my father."
     "Alright, Killua, in that case call me Canary, Canaria was my
     grandmother's name."
     And it was just like Romeo and Juliet, except Romeo was a spoiled
     rich, candy addict, and Juliet was an orphaned housekeeper with a
     great figure.
Notes
     So I never ever see anything for this pairing, and I honestly think
     they would be so cute in a modern setting... so thus this train-wreck
     was born. It's going to be in about 5 parts, skipping over weeks at a
     time for just little bits and pieces of their lives. Sometimes sexy,
     sometimes not. Who's ready????
See the end of the work for more notes
She had only taken this job about a year ago. Her excellent grades and hard
work had landed her a diploma a year early, and at 17 Canaria Roberts was well
on her way to her dreams, and being a college graduate was the first thing on
an ever waxing list.
Her volleyball scholarship helped, but in the end she was forced to forfeit it,
just not having the means or the money to cover the rest on her own. She had
been working odd jobs all through school, and her foster family was only
willing to put her up while she attended high school.
The Zoldyck Estate had come like a blessing, offering her very fair wages plus
a paid flat only a few miles away, as long as she made herself worthy. Being 18
and on her own was still pretty exciting. She was essentially a housekeeper,
since the “nanny” part actually applied to 3 children who really weren't
children at all, the youngest being 14 and the oldest being 16. Recently turned
in fact. Killua had turned 16 in July.
Now it was August and the heat alone was enough to make Canaria want to move
north.
In the beginning it didn't seem like anyone in the family paid her much mind.
The children were typically in school during her peak working hours, and she
wasn't really required to take care of anything other than the 3 youngest
bedrooms, and upkeep of their general spaces. She wasn't the only hired help
after all, and the estate was vast.
But she had noticed, moreso much recently, that Killua tended to hang around
wherever she happened to be. She could always feel his blue eyes following her,
until she looked up of course, and he would go back to his comic book or
handheld game. There was always a stick of gum or a sucker stuffed into his
mouth, making noise in a way that grated on Canaria’s nerves.
Today was no different.
The amount of mess Killua had been cultivating lately seemed much more
deliberate than in the past year. He had never been an incredibly messy boy, so
the recent change was something Canaria had tucked snugly into the back of her
mind. She busied herself picking up dirty clothes and candy wrappers, all the
while he sat on his bed, watching her like a hawk from behind a large hardback
book about Algebra. He noisily sucked at a tootsie pop in his mouth from behind
the math book.
She attempted to ignore him, like always, but the sound of him going to town on
that stupid piece of candy made her want to scream.
“Do you like suckers, Miss Canaria?”
The sudden question in the almost silent room startled Canaria so badly she
almost dropped the pile of shorts she had been collecting in her grasp.
“I beg your pardon, Mr. Zoldyck?”
“Mr. Zoldyck is my father, just call me Killua.”
A roll of her eyes.
“Right, well, Killua, I misheard you, so come again?”
His cheeks reddened slightly and Canaria held back her will to gag. Teenage
boys were disgusting. She could testify to that by the amount of dirty clothes
littering his rich-boy floor. But it didn’t seem to matter how rich or how poor
a 16 year old boy was, he was still a 16 year old boy after all.
He didn’t say anything this time, just shuffled slightly on his comforter,
laying the math book facedown on top, before reaching behind his bedpost and
pulling out a large bag of candy. It wasn’t one of those mixed bags you would
buy at the store, it looked like bags upon bags all mixed together in a plastic
game of chance.
“Do you want a candy?” he said hopefully, trying to wipe the eagerness from his
slightly chubby face, blue eyes and pale eyebrows lifted up to face the woman
in his room. Canaria approached him wondering what exactly this kid’s angle
was.
“No thank you… why do you have a big bag of candy hidden behind your bed
anyway, Mr. Zoldyck? Don't normal boys keep their nudie mags and fruit flavored
cigars there?”
“Killua.”
“Killua then,” she sighed loudly, looking around before taking a seat at the
foot of his king sized four poster bed.
“And it’s because Momma won’t let me have any, she’s worried about my weight.
She’s a real bitch,” Killua said, matter of fact. It was the longest string of
words Canaria had ever heard uttered from the teenager’s mouth, and she had to
hold back a laugh.
“I suppose that is an awfully cosmetic issue to worry about,” Canaria agreed,
not wanting to badmouth her own employer in front of her spoiled son.
“Yeah, well, I bet you don’t have to worry about things like that,” Killua said
quietly, looking down at his lap, and moving his lollipop from one side of his
mouth to the other.
“Are you hitting on me, Killua Zoldyck?” Canaria finally said, laughing at his
lame attempts to woo her.
She expected him to recoil, to quickly sputter out a chorus of “no!”, but he
said nothing, just stared at his lap with his cheeks on fire.
And this went on for weeks.
What Canaria had found slightly annoying about the kid she was always working
around soon seemed kind of cute. The more tiny conversations they shared
together the more interested she was in going to work every day and chancing
seeing him.
One day as she was cleaning the piano room Killua had snuck in, looking
innocent and making his way over to the baby grand in the corner.
Canaria pretended to ignore him, continuing her dusting, bending over in her
denim shorts and tied up shirt.
Killua began tinkering around on the piano, pressing random keys, Canaria
assumed trying to get her attention. He had a lollipop shoved in his mouth, and
Canaria assumed this meant his mother probably wasn't home.
“You know, if you really wanted to impress me, you might consider playing an
actual song,” she snickered, putting an extra clean shine onto the coffee table
next to the sitting area. She heard Killua hum thoughtfully.
“Any requests?” he asked, and Canaria held in her burst of laughter.
“I don't know… how about Beethoven’s 5th?” she giggled, expecting him to bang
around more on the keys.
“Alright,” he agreed.
Within seconds the room was filled with next to flawless playing, Beethoven’s
5th Symphony ringing through the room, the acoustics of the walls making
Canaria feel as if she was surrounded by the notes themselves. Her jaw dropped.
She looked back at Killua who wasn't even looking at the keys, his eyes were
closed, his head tilted slightly back and his hands seemed possessed by the
music.
Canaria ran over, more than impressed.
“Hey! Where is the button at, huh?!” she asked looking all around the piano as
it sang.
“Button?” Killua asked, ceasing his playing, his hands dropping onto the keys
in a loud disorganized thunk.
“So you can play, color me impressed, Mr. Zoldyck,” Canaria grinned.
“Killua.”
“Yes, yes. Say, Killua, I’ve always wanted to do this thing… you know like in
the movies, when the girl lays on top of a beautiful piano looking gorgeous,
while some cute guy plays it?”
“Cute… cute guy?” Killua gulped, looking Canaria up and down.
“Yes. You, me, yes? We’re doing it.” she grinned, kicking off her sneakers and
carefully hoisting herself on top of the very expensive looking piano. Killua
just stared at her, his eyes about to bug out of their sockets. He sucked on
his candy loudly.
“Any… more requests?” he finally asked, rubbing his sweaty hands onto his
designer pants.
“Oh! Yes, send me off with My Heart Will Go On! Me and Celine got some things
in common,” Canaria giggled, feeling like a queen on top of her acoustic
throne.
“R-right,” Killua agreed, albeit with confusion, as he began playing the song.
Canaria had no trouble belting out the lyrics, maybe not perfectly, but not
poorly either, and by the end of the song both of them were smiling. As Killua
finished off on his last note and the room became quiet, a slow clap rang into
the room, startling both of the teenagers.
Gotoh, the head butler was standing in the doorway, an emotionless look on his
face, staring Killua and Canaria up and down.
“Charming, but I think you ought to get back to work, shouldn’t you, miss?”
Canaria scrambled down from the piano so fast she almost sprained her ankle.
Killua sat there looking horrified.
“By all means, practice your playing, Master Killua. But perhaps keep the hired
help from… distractions.” And with a rough nod of his head Killua was sweating
bullets, and Gotoh disappeared from the room.
As soon as they were sure he was gone, Killua breathed out a huge sigh of
relief, and Canaria giggled with nervous excitement.
“That was a close one, Canaria… could have been Momma…”
“Hey… call me Canary,” Canary requested, “my grandmother’s name was Canaria.”
Killua laughed, obvious to her jab. “Okay. Canary.”
“Guess I should get back to work, huh?” she asked. Before Killua could respond
she had slung her arm around his shoulders, and gently kissed his cheek. “I
think we make a good team,” she hummed, scampering away to slip her shoes back
on, quietly singing My Heart Will Go On again as she went back to her work.
He sat there for at least 10 minutes blushing. And Canary couldn’t believe what
she had just gotten herself into.
End Notes
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