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write-like-you-mean-it · 4 years ago

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A Hunter’s Prey: A Feeling Worse than Death

Killua looked at the needle with a smug look on his face. He tossed the small, bloody pin towards me. He must’ve expected me to catch it, but I let it fall into the grass. “Illumi is a manipulator and incapable of loving anyone. He is dad’s pawn. The only reason he likes me is because I am to be the heir.”

“I-I don’t understand,” I mutter while looking between the two boys. “What does this mean?”

Killua’s attitude changed. He seemed to finally understand my confusion. Killua took a deep sigh as the realization of how far in denial I was. “Come on, you can’t be that stupid. You must’ve seen Illumi’s needles before. His Nen type is manipulation. He uses needles infused with Nen to manipulate people into doing things for him.”

“Illumi would never-” I start.

“Yes, he would,” interrupts Killua. “You’re stupid or suck in denial if you believe he would never do this. He did it to me, his own brother who he loves the most. He does it to people regularly. Once you switch into assassin mode, you don’t care about anyone else. You’re only focused on your target. I should know.”

“Killua,” said Gon while putting his hand on his friend’s shoulder. A quiet sign to calm down.

“No, Gon,” replied Killua while moving his hand away and walking towards me. “I already warned her at the mansion that Illumi doesn’t care for her. It’s time she gets it through her skull that helping out Illumi isn’t good. He doesn’t care for her.” Killua went and picked up the needle and put it in my hand. “Once you see Illumi, give it back to him.”

A few tears ran down my face as Killua’s words started to register. “I…” words refused to come out. “I’m sorry,” I said. I didn’t know exactly who I was apologizing to. Myself? Killua? Gon? None of those seem right. Gon looked between Killua and myself. He seemed as lost as I did.

“Sorry? You’re sorry? For what?” says Killua. “I tried to warn you. You should’ve ran when I told you. It would’ve saved you a lot of hurt.”

I looked down at the needle that he’d put into my hand. It looked exactly like the ones I’d play with when I was stuck in Illumi’s room. It was Illumi’s. I wiped away a few tears from my eyes. I looked down at my hand now covered in smeared blood.

“Y/N,” said Gon, finally finding a way to join the conversation. “I can go and get a first aid kit. I’ll be right back.” Killua and I watched as the child ran inside his own house and shut the front door.

“Killua, I-I didn’t know. I should have never come to find you. I’m sorry for putting you and Alluka in danger.”

Killua seemed to finally calm down as he looked me up and down. I must look pathetic in his eyes. I, a controlled person, standing with shaky legs, blood dripping from my head, and tears threatening to fall at any moment.

The younger Zoldyck sibling sighed a deep, moanful exhale. “You’re not the only one Illumi has controlled. It took a lot of will power to finally be able to let go. Your mind should come back to you soon enough.”

I nodded along with his statement but there was so much that he didn’t know. So much that had happened between us. Between the letter, ring, and baby, I didn’t know what to believe. Too many thoughts wrapped around my brain as I questioned the last year of my life. I’d been so blind sided by manipulation that I hadn’t noticed my world had stopped. I hadn’t questioned a lot related to my life. I’d accepted Illumi’s love without hesitation because I thought he really did love me. Now, I know it was an act. How much of our relationship was a lie? I became too afraid of that question.

Instead of living with the thought of the future Zoldyck still inside my womb, I turned my attention to Killua. “I can see why your brother likes you so much. There’s so many good qualities that he never had.”

My comment didn’t phase the white-haired boy. “I know.” At this point, the door opened to reveal Gon carrying a first aid kit in his hand. He had me sit down while taking care of the wound on my head. Killua gave me a nod before going inside the house.

“I’m sorry,” Gon said while touching a particularly tender spot near where Killua’s hand penetrated only moments before my reality shifted. His apology wasn’t just from the touch. I could tell that these emotions were too much for him. Gon was still a child.

“It’s alright,” I said. I felt a quick buzz in my back pocket. I pulled out my phone to check the message on the screen. Illumi’s name made my heart fall deep within the void in my stomach. It sloshed around enough that I felt like puking.

“Who is it?” questioned Gon as he finished my wrapping.

“Illumi,” I said with a dry mouth. “He’s home and wants me to meet him.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I’m not sure.” I put my phone back into my pocket. “I’ll come up with it later. I don’t need to bother you with my own drama. You’ve been very kind to me.”

Gon too his hand off of my head only to sit next to me. “Why do I get the feeling that this is a goodbye?”

A small smile crossed my face as we both knew the truth. “I hope you get your Nen back,” I reply.

Gon’s face mirrored mine. This last month became a blessing in disguise. I came to see him with the same manipulative tactic as Illumi only to find how much I cared for this child. A month, in the grandness of time, is so small; however, I learned to be a better person through Gon. His appreciation for Killua, discussion about Kite, his father, and friends and talks over dinner made me realize how I would like to raise my child. I’d want someone as kind and strong as him.

“I hope everything with Illumi goes well.”

“Gon, Aunt Mito has finished dinner,” called Killua. We turn to look at the door. Gon stands up and runs towards his friend.

“Y/n,” said Killua. “Be careful. You can still run away. It’s what I’ve been doing and it’s been nice.”

“I wish I could Killua but there’s so much that you don’t know. It was nice to meet you too. Take care of your sister and Gon. Hopefully I’ll see you on better terms.”

Killua didn’t respond but gave a head nod of acknowledgement. It was a sign of mutual respect between two people who’d been hurt by Illumi. I waited until the door shut before finally letting tears fall. “I hope you’re able to see your niece or nephew.”

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On the walk back to the hotel, Illumi texted me two more times. One message stating the place I was to meet him and where and the last one asking why I hadn’t responded. Each text was like a punch to my soul. The pit in my stomach began to feel heavier with each passing thought.

As I entered my room, there came one final text. All it read was ‘you’ll be here tomorrow.’ Illumi was always commanding in texts. Before, I’d assumed it was a harsh upbringing which made him a terrible and demanding texter. I don’t see it that way anymore. I set the phone on the side table while I crawled into bed.

The old comforter did little to provide me with comfort. I wrapped the blanket so hard around my body that I could feel it strangling the love from deep within my heart. Only here, did I cry. I cried, sobbed, thrashed, yelled, and cried some more as emotions wracked my frame. Illumi wasn’t the person I thought he was. Instead of a prisoner, I was engaged to the guard. I was carrying the child of a person that couldn't understand love.

My body became a shaking mess after I’d cried out all the water. My phone buzzed a few more times as Illumi’s messages kept getting more desperate. One begging for a confirmation of the time tomorrow to meet. The last one was even more demanding by stating that he knew I’d read his messages but hadn’t responded. I shouldn’t have even checked them to begin with.

As I placed my phone down once again, I saw his note he gave to me. His writing even gave away the idea he could manipulate people. He wanted me to use it on anyone that would hurt me. Little did I know that it would be him who hurt me the most.

I decided to take a few more hours until I would respond. I had to gather my thoughts on what I wanted to say when I met with him. The floating questions buzzed around my head like a swarming nest of flies. Why did he do it? Did he think I couldn’t love him? Was he ever going to tell me? Do I actually love him? Do I even care for him?

I hadn't noticed I was rubbing my belly until I looked down at the growing stomach. It still looked the same as before but this time, I knew there was something different. I was carrying a monster’s child. I would be raising this monster’s child. More desperate tears ran down my face as the buzzing from my phone grew louder and louder in my head.

I cried until I could feel the puffiness of my eyes and tear streaks down my face. It wasn’t a pretty cry. It was a cry only found within those who have been ruined. I ruined my own life by falling in love with a monster.

The crimson sun pierced through the blinds. I hadn’t realized I fell asleep until the bird tweeted and the sun awoke me. It was early morning when I finally woke up from death. My head felt dizzy and the remnants of tears had turned my skin numb. I finally decided it was time to message back Illumi.

Illumi had left message after message. All of them were a mixture of demands. Some were soft ones that pleaded with me to text him back while some were angry messages. There were so many messages that it had become overwhelming to read them all. The last message was at two in the morning. All it read was ‘please respond, Y/N.’

That message seemed to be softer than the rest. A broken Illumi begging for a response from me. My fingers typed out a quick message that asked where and when he would like to meet. His response was almost immediate. ‘Meet me at York New in your old apartment. I’ll be waiting.’

My hands shook as I packed my bags. Part of me wanted to say goodbye to the close friend I’d gained. The smarter part knew that they were already gone. Those children didn’t seem like the type to stay in one place.

The travel from Whale Island to the airport seemed like a death sentence. I felt like I was going to my death. My hands would absentmindedly play with the small bag of stuff Illumi had given to me. My mind wandered to the stuff inside the bag all bought by Illumi. Even far away, he was in control of what I wore, my finances, and almost all parts of my mind. I became so consumed with how excited he’d be once he found out about my new Nen ability. Each grueling day was to prove I was worthy of his time. I should have been asking if he was worth mine.

At the airport, I bought a small bag. I placed the positive test and ring inside the decorative bag. To the normal looking person, it would look like a present. To me, it was a coffin where my heart went to die. When I bought the bag, I had made up my mind. I shoved the bag into my backpack while buying one final ticket to York New.

This plane ride was worse. The sky felt heavy. The people seemed more like strangers. Even the air had added density. It became hard to breathe as the plane landed on the air strip. Within an hour, I’d be face to face with the person who ruined my life.

While walking through the York New airport, a few people seemed to give me a harsh glance as if I'd done something wrong. Maybe they knew where I was headed. Did they take pity on a dead girl walking? Why should they?

My hands shook as I held onto the doorknob of my old apartment. In my past life, there would be no hesitation to come back here. It was my safe space in the hustle of the busy streets. Today, I felt as unsafe as if I were to share a jail with a murderer.

I didn’t know how I expected Illumi to be when he finally arrived back. One side of me thought he would have already known about my revelation. What I didn’t expect was for him to be lounging on my couch. His legs were long enough that they were bumping against my coffee table. His eyes were pacing back and forth between the phone and a random chick flick movie on the screen. He looked weirdly domestic.

Illumi’s appearance hadn’t changed much. He still had the long, silky hair and pale face. However, I saw him change when he looked at me. The furrowed brow became a mixture of diluted emotions. Illumi immediately stood up. “Y/n,” he said. “What happened?”

His concern seemed weirdly out of place for the Illumi I’d known. My bandage. It was still there from when Gon had wrapped my head. No wonder I had gotten strange looks from passersby. “Nothing.” My voice shook as I spoke. My fidgeting hand held up the needle that had been lodged into my head. “Would you mind explaining this?”

Illumi’s face didn’t change. He only took a step back from me and stood a little taller. “You must’ve talked with Killua.”

“I won’t tell you if I did or didn’t. I want answers, Illumi.”

“Do you really want to know?”

“Yes. Tell me everything from when you placed the pin in my head to now.”

Illumi didn’t respond at first. He decided to walk towards me, pick up the pin, and go sit back down on the couch. The love confession of two random characters played in the background as Illumi stayed silent. I, apprehensively, took a seat in the armchair catty corner to him.

His soulless eyes were still hyper focused on the pin in his hand. “I should have sent you home. Not on this mission.”

“You’re not answering what I want. I can still leave. You’re lucky I returned at all.”

“I was beginning to guess that this was why you weren’t returning my messages even after looking at them. The only three people who knew about this trick were my father, Hisoka, and Killua. Now it seems I have a fourth.”

“When did you start controlling me?”

“The night at the bar. I had to have you as my own. You were too busy with other men to even notice me watching you.”

My mind went back to that night. I could remember more details than ever. “I was never drunk. Was I?”

Illumi, after a thorough examination of his work, placed the pin down. “Yes you were.”

“Then no one put anything in my drink that night.”

“That’s wrong too. You wouldn’t have gone with me if I hadn’t.”

I felt my heart drop. Illumi had drugged me that night. “Y-you did this?”

“You were out for a few days. I placed the pin in while you were taken to my house. Mother and father didn’t suspect a thing.”

“You drugged me?” I couldn’t get my mind wrapped around how vicious and volatile Illumi had been. It made my stomach churn the empty contents. I doubt I’d be able to eat for weeks.

“Would you have fallen in love with me otherwise? An assassin who is too involved with family matters. I did what I had to.”

“No,” I said. “You made my choice for me. I wanted to leave. You forced me into a life that I didn’t want. You made me lose everything.” My emotions ran high as I finally stood up from my chair. “Illumi, you made me lose everything.”

“You gained so much more with me. Your ability to use Nen, a loving family, a loving significant other who will do anything for you. Isn’t that what all girls want?”

I couldn’t believe what was coming from his mouth. “No. That is not what I want. I had a stable job, friends, a life. You took it away from me. You made me watch my friends die. You made me fall in love with you. You made me into a monster just like yourself.”

“I am not a monster.”

“Yes you are. Who controls a person they love?”

“A lot of people.”

“That doesn’t mean anything.”

“You still believe you’re right with doing this? What else haven’t you been telling me? Did you actually leave to go somewhere else? What else have you been lying to me about?”

“Nothing. I was really gone. Now how about you calm down and we can have a rational discussion.”

I let out the air in my lungs. I could see red encircling my vision. “I don’t have rational discussions with people I loath.”

Illumi cocked his head as he seemed confused. “But you still love me.”

“No. I detest what you did. You used me. I didn’t consent to anything. My whole year was a lie. The only people that were kind to me was the Phantom Troupe without you.”

I couldn’t tell if Illumi was hurt or disinterested in my words. His lack of facial expressions made me angry. He was too calm for his own good. “Who's to say that once you get bored of me, you won’t kill me? I’m nothing more than a breeding machine to keep up the Zoldyck name. I meant nothing to you.”

“I thought we were to be truthful here.”

“I am.” I reached within my bag and produced the present bag I bought at the airport. “Good thing you already knocked me up so you can get rid of me faster.” I chucked the present at him. He easily dodged but the contents flew from the bag. The ring and pregnancy test clattered to the ground.

Illumi didn’t seem to connect what was given to him. “You’re pregnant?”

“Yes. And I’m leaving you.”

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halfelven · 4 years ago

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the drudgery of life (grocery shopping trip)

Kurapika pushed a coin into the slot and pulled a cart free. It was Monday, and Kurapika and Gon were doing the weekly grocery shopping. Gon tramped along beside the cart, head held high. It was a big store, and they rode up travelator slowly, stuck between other shoppers.

Kurapika drummed his fingers on the handle of the shopping cart. Gon observed the other people. There were lots of interesting smells in the air.

Kurapika pushed the cart into the store and looked down at their shopping list.

‘Hmm.’

‘Killua wrote he wanted all sorts of chocolate,’ Gon said. ‘But he doesn’t get it all because it isn’t healthy!’

‘Hmm,’ Kurapika said again.

‘And we need toilet paper and lots of apples!’ Gon continued.

Kurapika looked down at the list. Gon had written ‘lots of apples’ and underlined it three times. Next to it he’d drawn a big basket of apples. Killua had written ‘chocolate’ twelve times.

Kurapika pulled out a red pen and crossed out ‘chocolate’ eleven times.

‘We’ll start with non-perishables,’ Kurapika decided.

They went to the paper section, and Gon loaded the softest toilet paper onto the bottom of the cart, and then they went to get pasta and rice.

‘Squiggly pasta!’ Gon said, grabbing a bag of fusilli. He put it in the cart next to the rice and spaghetti.

‘We’ll need bread too,’ Kurapika said. ‘For sandwiches, since none of us know how to cook.’

Gon giggled. ‘I can cook rice and spaghetti!’

‘That’s just boiling water, Gon.’

‘And stirring!’ Gon stuck his tongue out.

‘Hmm.’

Gon clutched Kurapika’s arm. ‘Look!’ He pointed to a dog that was riding around in someone’s cart. A second later he was off to pet it. He struck up a conversation with the owner and was soon petting the puppy’s silky ears.

Kurapika stood back, holding onto their cart. Gon really was amazing. He smiled fondly at Gon when he came bouncing back.

‘Her name is Bunny and she’s six months old and she has separation anxiety,’ Gon announced. ‘I want a dog. Do you want a dog, Kurapika?’

‘Yes,’ Kurapika said. ‘I like dogs.’

‘Yay!’ Gon cheered. ‘Let’s get one!’

‘Ah.’ Kurapika paused. ‘Gon, there’s more to getting a dog than just wanting one.’

‘Like what?’ Gon said. He put four cans of soup into the cart.

‘You need to make sure you have the time. And a dog is a commitment – usually for at least ten years.’

Gon nodded. ‘I know. And I have the time and the energy!’

‘Hmm,’ Kurapika said. ‘Well I suppose there is no reason not to then.’

‘Yay! We’re getting a dog!’ Gon jumped in the air.

Kurapika smiled. ‘Deli next.’

They went to the deli and got cheese and turkey for the sandwiches.

‘And orange juice!’ Gon said. He helped push the cart to the juice aisle.

They got orange juice and yoghurt and milk to go along with the cookies Leorio had jotted onto the shopping list. (Kurapika tried to cross those out, but Gon stopped him because Leorio needed nice things too.)

‘And chocolate for Killua,’ Gon said. He put two chocolate bars in the cart so that Killua wouldn’t eat too much chocolate and get sick. ‘And lots and lots of apples!’

They went to the fresh produce section of the store. Gon opened a bag and filled it with apples, counting them off ‘...eight, nine, ten.’ He weighed the full bag, stuck the price sticker on it, and grabbed a new one. He filled that one too and nestled it into the car next to the other one.

‘That’s a lot of apples,’ Kurapika said.

‘Because I eat three every day!’ Gon said.

‘Wow.’

Kurapika got tomatoes, cucumbers, and lettuce for the sandwiches. He checked them off the list and filled a bag with mushrooms. They got plums too and some grapes.

‘Almost done,’ Kurapika said. ‘I forgot that we needed shampoo.’

‘To wash our hair,’ Gon half sang. ‘Yours is so pretty, Kurapika! And it’s getting so long.’ Gon pulled Kurapika’s hair out from the side of his head to see how long it was.

Kurapika smiled at him.

They went to the shampoo aisle and stared at all the shampoos for a long time. There were a lot of them.

‘Which one do we want?’ Gon said.

‘I don’t know.’

‘What’s medium hair?’ Gon said.

‘I’m not sure.’

‘Do you have fine hair?’

‘I don’t know.’

‘Do I have oily hair?’

‘I’m uncertain.’

‘Does Leorio have damaged hair?’

‘Undoubtedly. From scratching his head all the time,’ Kurapika answered wisely.

Gon giggled. ‘Oh! This is one is for all hair types! Maybe it will work for my spiky hair. I don’t see a shampoo for that.’

Kurapika took the bottle. ‘Maybe we should just get this one. It should work for everyone if it’s for all hair types.’

Gon nodded. ‘And do we need conditioner?’

‘I don’t know. Do you use conditioner?’

‘Mmm… no! Maybe Leorio would know about this.’

‘Maybe.’

Gon smelt the conditioners until he found the one that smelled the best. He put it in the cart next to the shampoo for all hair types.

‘That’s good,’ Kurapika said. ‘I think we’re set now.’

‘Mm!’ Gon nodded.

They pushed the cart to the front of the store and got in line. Gon leaned against the cart and read the magazine covers.

Kurapika double checked the list and the cart, tapping off the items with his pen.

‘We’re set?’ Gon said.

‘All set.’

They paid for their items and loaded them into the bags they’d brought and then rode the travelator back down to the parking garage. They loaded the bags into the back of Kurapika’s shiny red car. Gon raced the cart back to the cart lot and clicked it into place. He grabbed the coin that popped out, ran back to the car, and got in the front and buckled up.

‘Okay,’ Kurapika said. He started the car and drove out of the garage.

Gon put on the radio, and they sang along to it, messing all the words up. The sun was settling low in the sky, and the world looked rosy and golden.

‘Killua’s going to be mad though,’ Gon said.

‘Not enough chocolate?’

Gon nodded. ‘Never enough chocolate.’

‘What about enough apples?’

‘Apples are healthy,’ Gon whined. ‘You should be glad I eat them.’

Kurapika smiled. ‘Okay,’ he said.

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xyliane · 5 years ago

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book of secrets 6: On a sunny Tuesday afternoon, the late sunlight glowing in your hair

notes: the best part about this write-a-day thing is how I just generally ignore the actual prompt half the time in favor of doing what I want. anyways, felt like actually moving the plot on this one--none of these are in order, but there is a general order in my head. killugon, T (killua uses the fuck word once), 1460 words.

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It takes Gon four months and six days to figure out where Killua went after he gave the Book his Secret. Not for lack of trying—Gon does everything he can short of tracking down Kite to beg for help. Every Door he could find, every spell the Book had, anything to try to find his best friend. Illumi Zoldyck has shown up at the Freecss house every week like clockwork, his threats culminating when he used family connections to try to lock Gon in jail for a night on accusations of kidnapping. The only reason Gon hadn’t gotten in even more trouble was that he’d opened a Door in the back of the policewoman’s car and vanished. Aunt Mito’s yelled at him more than once, has grounded him for life for skipping classes. But she hasn’t found the Book, so Gon can keep opening Doors.

Killua was supposed to be the one who took the Book. That had been the deal. Or so Gon had thought. The Book didn’t lie. The Books can’t lie, except for the Book of Promises. But Gon’s Book of Secrets hid something in the bargain of Killua’s first Door, and it refused to let Gon follow directly.

He should have asked Kite. The real Kite. But that’s a secret he can’t even tell the Book.

So Gon had searched, high and low, in underwater worlds and kingdoms nestled on clouds, in worlds impossible to comprehend and worlds achingly similar to Gon’s own. Every Door is a little easier to open, but the mark circling his arm becomes thicker and darker, until it’s a band of black dark as the space between worlds. Gon can feel it seeping through his skin sometimes, even when he’s not opening Doors. Worse are the whispers that follow him, ghostly echoes that sound like windchimes and breaking glass, scattering from every open Door and vanishing when they close. The others, those with the Books, have noticed it too, mentioning it in whispers when they think Gon’s not listening, as though he’s too young to know when there are ghosts traveling in the spaces between.

It should worry him. It doesn’t, though. It’s the price for what he did, and it lets him find Killua. Gon doesn’t care what happens to himself after that.

The last Door, a tip from a strange colorful man with a malicious twinkle in his eyes who looked at Gon’s arm and knew, opens on a tiny farm nestled in a mountain valley. It’s so green, greener than Whale Island, dirt roads sketching spiderweb paths through endless fields speckled with flowers in every color imaginable. The farmhouse is an eye-burning shade of yellow, brighter than the sun glittering above in a pale orange sky. Here and there, the fields thin out, revealing pens full of animals that look like sheep, if sheep could be purple and the size of cows. When Gon takes a step towards them, he thinks he sees fangs.

“You really don’t want to do that,” a familiar voice calls, and Gon nearly drops the Book. “They look cute, but they really don’t like new people. Took me days to—"

“Killua?” he says, the name sticking in his throat.

His best friend leans on the other side of the fence, one hand ruffling the fur of a fanged purple sheep. His white hair is longer, curling out from beneath a wide-brimmed black hat that covers the rest of his face. Woven into the hat are a strange golden script, the letters struggling to become readable as Gon stares.

And stares.

And then breaks into a sprint.

Killua barely has time to look up before Gon barrels into him, sending them both flying. The sheep baa out of the way as Killua’s hat goes flying away, landing somewhere. Gon doesn’t pay attention. He’s too busy laughing, and crying, and listening to Killua’s sobs of laughter in his ears.

“Took you long enough,” is the first thing his best friend says once they both can breathe, and that sets Gon off again.

It takes them both awhile to calm down, long enough that a few of the sheep start gnawing at Killua’s hat. Killua waves them away as best he can. “I’m helping out,” he says. “Kacho and Fugetsu, they’re the sisters who own the farm, but they gave me a place to stay when I fell out of the Door.”

At the mention of a Door, Gon swallows. “Were you okay?”

Killua gestures at himself, at the sturdy jeans and boots that look more like Gon’s sort of clothing than Killua’s. “You didn’t tell me that opening a Door meant opening all of them,” he says. “The first Door took me where you said it would, the broken castle with the chocolate clocks. I waited for you for…I don’t know, Gon. When you didn’t show up, I got really angry. And I tried to open more Doors, but that only landed me—other places.” He shudders, and Gon has a feeling he understands. “So I’m here. Have been for a month or so. I think I’m getting better at magic, but time’s weird here.”

“Are you still angry?” Gon asks. He had looked everywhere he could, had tried every Door, but that almost wasn’t enough.

A flicker of sorrow ripples across Killua’s face, before it’s replaced with bemused resignation. “You tried to find me, right?” he says. “And you did. So I can’t be angry with you.”

Gon relaxes. “I’m happy to see you, Killua. I missed you a lot.”

His friend doesn’t even bother to scowl, even though he blushes furiously. “Yeah. Me too. I…it’s been a long time. I didn’t know if—well, it was hard to figure out where I was, and where you were, and…”

I think I love you.

Gon’s grip on the Book tightens. He’s fifteen now, and those words have been locked in his ears as surely as they’re stuck to the pages of the Book of Secrets. A Secret so big that it could be used to open Doors to other words, as long as it stays trapped in the pages. A Secret so big that Gon doesn’t know what will happen if he mentions it. And here’s Killua, standing with sunlight in his hair and blue eyes clear, skin a little burnt from the foreign skies, and Gon doesn’t know how to ask if he still feels the same way.

If Gon feels the same way.

“—your arm?”

Gon blinks, and turns slightly, keeping his arm out of sight. “My arm?”

“Yeah, there’s something…” Killua doesn’t quite manage to grab onto Gon’s arm, but he snags a wrist, keeping him stuck long enough to push the edge of his sleeves up to his elbow. Killua’s blue eyes grow round. “What the fuck, Gon?”

He yanks himself out of Killua’s grip. “It’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing! That’s dark magic, Gon, I’ve seen it. It’s not safe. It’s not—”

“I’m fine,” Gon says, and smiles. He knew what he was doing when he went into this. It had been his choice to make, and he made it willingly. He just didn’t expect Killua to find out so soon.

But the reassurance only makes Killua’s eyes narrow dangerously. “My brother does that to other people. You can’t bind yourself like that. It’s not right.”

“I’m fine,” Gon says again, insistently. “I would never do this to anyone else. It was for a Door.”

“Then how did you get that from opening a Door?”

“I found it in the Book.”

Killua stares at him for a long, uncomfortable moment, and it’s hard to forget that this is a Killua who has seen worlds Gon hasn’t, who has been lost for months on his own. He can open Doors now, even if he can’t yet control them. Gon wonders what else he’s seen, what adventures he’s gone on. Where he’ll go next. If he’ll let Gon join him.

Or if he’ll give up Gon as soon as he finds out what Secret the Book holds from Gon.

Killua blows out a frustrated breath. “Fine,” he says. “But promise me you’ll tell me if you want help? I owe you for finding me.”

“You don’t owe me anything, Killua.” If anything, Gon owes him. Owes him for friendship, despite all of Gon’s screw-ups. For not giving up while Gon did nothing but look.

Anger passes across Killua’s face again like a summer breeze, hot and dense. But it’s gone before Gon can say anything else. “Let me tell the sisters I’m leaving. And then… ” Killua stares for a long moment at the sky, relief loosening the tension from his shoulders. “Let’s go home.”

He doesn’t comment on how Gon’s arm turns black nearly to the wrist when the Door opens.

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#hunter x hunter #hxh #hxh fic #killugon #book of secrets #my writing #gon freecss #killua zoldyck #illumi and kacho and fugetsu are mentioned but they don't actually show up #I realize I haven't actually had anyone BUT gon and killua so far #and leorio #but that will eventually change #kinda #as will the lack of body horror whoops

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fall-lightning · 5 years ago

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@subdee asked me to write the CPR scene from the summer camp au so here it is:

Killua grinned as he watched Gon teach their campers about what to do in various emergencies. The kids were starting to ask increasingly ridiculous questions and Gon wasn’t able to keep a straight face. After a particularly weird question he burst into laughter, looking up and making eye contact with Killua. When he noticed that Killua had been looking at him, he winked, which wasn’t a very good idea when considering Killua’s health because now his heart was racing and he felt like he was about to faint. It’sokayitsokayitsokay this is just your best friend Killua. He winks at you all the time. Calm down. Calm down calm down calm down calm down. He was shocked out of his thoughts by Gons next answer.

“I don’t think you can get pregnant from touching someone while they’re sweating, Oliver, but that’s an interesting theory. I really don’t think you have to worry about being pregnant though.” Gon answered the younger boy. “But back to emergency procedures, does anyone know what CPR is? Or how to do it?” Gon looked around at the kids, who were all so clearly trying not to make eye-contact with him. “It’s alright, you guys. I didn’t really expect you to know, that’s why I’m teaching you this stuff now.”

Gon reached to the side to grab the camps creepy practice dummy. The thing was ancient, with peeling paint and cracks in every limb.

“I really don’t want to put my mouth on this thing.” Gon said, grimacing. Killua was trying not to laugh at Gon’s pain but it was too funny to not, so he ended up letting out a choked snort. Gon stuck out his tongue at him and furrowed his eyebrows.

“Why are you putting your mouth on it?” One of their campers asked.

“Well, part of CPR is mouth-to-mouth.” Gon replied, furiously dabbing a napkin around the edge of the mannequins mouth, probably hoping to get rid of any weird diseases or curses clinging to the old dummy.

“Mouth-to-mouth? Why don’t you practice on Killua then?”

Gon stopped what he was doing with the mannequin abruptly and looked up in shock at Killua, whose mouth was wide open. Both of their faces were their own original shade of red.

“Uh, no, well, uh. I don’t know about that.” Killua said, not even partially managing to keep the nerves he was feeling out of his voice. Mouth-to-mouth is just CPR but... Killua couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to have Gon gently press his lips against his own. He shivered, something that Gon definitely did not miss.

“I think that might be a better idea actually.” Gon’s voice piped up. Killua turned sharply to gape at him.

“What?! Gon- you. You can’t say stuff like that! You already have a practice dummy!” Killua said. Their campers eyes were bouncing back and forth between them, like they were watching a tennis game.

“I know that! All I’m saying is that the dummy is kind of gross and probably has at least two diseases, and it might be better to have a demo done on a real person.”

Killua hated that it actually made sense. The only problem was, he wasn’t sure if he would be able to stop himself from actually latching on and doing a different kind of mouth-to-mouth... Oh, Gon was looking at him pleadingly. No. Nononono. Killua couldn’t deny Gon of anything when he-

“Please, Killua?” Gon tilted his head and smiled at Killua. Oh great, now he had no chance of winning. He groaned very loudly, making sure that Gon knew exactly how much he disapproved of this, but he still got up and began to walk to the front of the dock anyway. When he was next to Gon he glared at him before laying down.

Gon was talking to the campers about the various steps of CPR and what do do if a kid was drowning, but Killua couldn’t hear him. Could Gon hear his heart beating? He had weirdly good heading. Could everyone see the red that went all the way to his ears, or was he just hyper aware of the overwhelming warmth gathering in his head. Distantly, Killua’s mind acknowledged a body crouch down right next to him and put its hands on his chest. Was that Gon? The sun was behind his head directly, giving him a halo of light. His hands were on Killuas chest. Oh fuck, he wasn’t ready for this.

The hands started to press down lightly to the beat of ‘Stayin’ Alive’ while Gon tried to get the campers to join in with his (kind bad) singing.

“Alright, mouth-to-mouth is the next step! So first, you have to tilt their chin up like this.” Gon said, grabbing Killuas chin lightly and tilting it up. When they made eye contact, Gon grinned at him, and Killua could have sworn Gons teeth were so white the light was glinting off of them. “Next you have to open the airway, so open their mouth and pinch their nose shut, gently. Gently is the key word. And now, you just. Go for it.”

Killua could feel Gons breath fan his face, smelling oddly like mint, and definitely smelling better than he expected. Killua closed his eyes and milliseconds later there were soft lips covering his. It wasn’t a kiss, not at all, but Killua was still feeling Gons mouth on his and that was a win in his book.

Gon finally pulled back, eyes looking slightly hazed over. Killua only had a second to mourn his loss before lips were on his again, but this time it was different, because Gon wasn’t holding Killua’s nose shut anymore and this time he was pressing a little more insistently. One of Killua’s hands snakes up to fist itself in Gon’s hair. So this was definitely not mouth-to-mouth anymore. Killua didn’t mind the new development at all. When they broke apart, both panting and grinning, Gon rested his forehead on Killua’s, chuckling so softly that Killua wouldn’t have noticed if not for the vibrations in Gons chest.

The kids were all giggling, the sun was shining on Killua’s face, and his crush for the past few summers was nuzzling his face into his shoulder. Life could be worse. Life could be a lot worse.

#sorry if this isn’t very good #I don’t like it very much but I wrote it so I obviously don’t like it #hopefully you guys like it a little more #hxh #killugon #summer camp au #killua #gon #my writing

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crying-gay-tears · 5 years ago

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Discovering Lust

It was a lazy afternoon on Whale Island. The trio had been traveling for a few weeks straight and they decided a visit to Gon’s home, and what had become their home, was needed to regroup and unwind. Alluka had gone into town with Mito-San and Grandma Freecss, while Gon and Killua took advantage of the rare alone time to do what they do best, adventure.

This time, however, the thing they were exploring was each other.

They laid tangled in Gon’s bed, exchanging gentle touches, kisses and sighs. Soft afternoon sun shone through the open window, a balmy breeze causing the curtains to flow and the trees outside to sway.

Gon’s warm honey eyes, usually so soft and bright, were now darkened and intense, glinting with something Killua had never seen in them before. It wasn’t the same intense look he had when in battle or when lost in thought. What was it? He locked eyes with his friend, wondering if his own eyes had a similar gleam to them.

“Killua?” Gon suddenly chimed, pulling him out of this thoughts.

“Hmm?” Killua hummed in response, head still a bit hazy from all of their languid kisses.

“Your eyes...they look different somehow. I’ve never seen them like this before” he said, furrowing his brow in slight bewilderment.

Killua paused, a little unnerved that Gon had basically just read his mind. So, his eyes looked different too. Huh. Well, at least he wasn’t the only one who noticed this.

“O-Oh, yeah, yours do too.”

Killua sucked in a breath as Gon shifted slightly, rolling onto his side while keeping their legs tangled together. He pulled Killua into his arms and closed the distance between them, their faces now inches apart. They stayed like this for a moment, sharing breath and curiosity. Killua shook his head a bit and blinked hard, as if to reset the look in his eyes.

Gon let out a small giggle, still looking into blown pupils floating in a misty sea of blue.

“Killua?”

“Huh?”

“What’re you thinking about?”

The question hung in the air.

“What? What do you mean?”

“What’s on your mind right now?”

“Gon, that’s a weird question-“

“I’m just trying to figure out what made your eyes look like that. So intense. Aren’t you curious too?”

Killua paused. “I-I am, b-but—this...you—“ he sputtered, “you really know how to embarrass me, huh?” He wondered yet again how Gon was able to just say things like that.

Gon chuckled. “I’m just trying to figure this out.”

“Well your eyes look different too! What’re YOU thinking about?”

Killua stuck out his tongue, feeling better now that the spotlight was off of him.

“You.” Gon didn’t miss a beat. Killua gulped.

“W-what about me?”

“I was thinking about how much I like you, and how much I like kissing you. And I was thinking about how I wanted to touch you some more. I really like touching you.”

Killua felt a deep blush rise in his cheeks and then up to the tips of his ears. Gon just smiled, his eyes glinting again.

“O-oh” Killua stammered. “Y-yeah, I guess I was thinking about you, too.”

“What about me?”

Killua’s mouth fell open in surprise. He had really hoped the embarrassing questions were over. “W-well, y’know, I was thinking about h-how good it feels being close to you like this...” he trailed off, tilting his head down and reaching up to rub the back of his neck.

Gon smiled ear to ear before nuzzling into a pale shoulder. He let out a happy hum and planted a little kiss on Killua’s cheek. Killua tried not to jolt at the action, his nerve endings felt like live wires.

Gon craned his neck so that his lips were at the other boy’s ear. “I wish I could be even closer to you Killua” he whispered sweetly, warm breath causing the hairs on Killua’s neck to stand up.

Gon reluctantly pulled back, locking eyes with his friend again. He had to get to the bottom of this.

“So we were both thinking about each other, and being close and feeling each other.” Killua noticed that Gon’s gaze quickly shifted to his lips before settling back on his hazy eyes. “And that’s what made our eyes look like this? What does that mean, do you think?”

“You’re asking me? How am I supposed to know? I’m just as confused as you are, y’know!” Killua managed to choke out. His cheeks were on fire and his mouth was dry. Gon seemed lost in thought only for a moment before reaching out and placing his hand on Killua’s peck.

Killua let out a soft gasp as he felt Gon’s hand coyly slide down his chest, fingertips dipping below the thin fabric of his shirt and gently caressing the skin above the waist line of his pants.

“G-Gon” Killua swallowed thickly, blood pounding in his ears.

“You have so much skin I haven’t touched yet. I know so much about you, but I want to learn everything” Gon’s voice was dreamy and just a little bit shaky. “I-Is it okay if I explore you, Killua?”

“Y-yes!” Killua breathed out, head spinning and palms sweating. When had he become so undone? “Gon, please...”

Gon needed no further coaxing. He gently untangled their limbs before swinging a leg over Killua, and carefully straddling his lap.

Killua gasped and stared up at him.

Gon’s hand, now completely under Killua’s shirt, slowly started moving up his chest, fingers exploring new territory and making sure to trace each line of muscle. He moved slowly, carefully, committing everything to memory.

Gon leaned down and gingerly kissed along Killua’s neck and then across his jaw before finally stopping at a rosy tipped ear.

“Your eyes definitely have that look now” he murmured.

Killua took a deep breath, suddenly very aware of Gon’s weight on him, pinning him into the cushy mattress. “...yours do too” he said, trying to gain some equal footing.

Both boys, still unable to really name this emotion flashing in their eyes, silently decided to further their exploration. For Gon this meant tugging at Killua’s shirt. For Killua this meant sitting up slightly and lifting said shirt up and over his head.

Gon immediately leaned his head down again to start leaving kisses where his hand had just been roaming, but a finger on his forehead stopped him before he could start. He quirked an eyebrow.

Killua squirmed a bit under Gon’s intense gaze. “We’ve gotta be even first.” He said, voice firm, if a little higher than usual.

Gon was still staring quizzically.

Killua pushed on “you took my shirt away, it’s only fair that I take yours away too. We adventure together, remember?”

Gon’s smile in response was the brightest one Killua had seen yet. “Fair is fair!” He chirped, lifting his shirt up over his head and discarding it on the floor. Killuas eyes lit up, a blush rose across Gon’s cheeks, and their eyes met again briefly before Gon returned to his mission.

The silver haired boy’s breath hitched in his throat as warm wet kisses began trailing across his neck and then down his chest. He let his hands wander up and down Gon’s strong back, nails digging into the tan boy’s sides when Gon flicked his tongue over a nipple. Killua groaned, Gon flicked his tongue again in response. “Hmmm” he hummed, mouth making its way to the other nipple. Killua groaned again, this time his hands were tangling in Gon’s hair.

Their eyes meet as Gon circled his tongue around the perky mound. Killua felt like his body was on fire in the strangest, most pleasant way. He couldn’t help but arch his back slightly, hands releasing spiky hair to drop down and grasp the pale blue sheets beneath them. A moment later, Gon pulled back. “You like it when I touch you?” He asked, eyes wide and tone genuinely curious.

“Goooon,” the pale boy squeezed his eyes shut, “of course I do!”

“I was just asking!”

“You’re so embarrassing!” Killua half heartedly complained.

Gon hid his giggles in the crook of Killua’s neck before moving his mouth back down to tease each nipple slowly. He gave the left one a testing nip with his teeth, which was met with a loud squeak. He bit the right one, this time with more force, and was satisfied to hear a low groan rumble in Killua’s chest. Gon’s mouth continued moving over the pale expanse of skin beneath him, taking little nips along the way. Killua’s skin tasted amazing, it was warm and tinged with salt. While his hands smoothed over the taught muscles of Killua’s arms, his tongue traced the lines of his abs. Gon was enamored, and getting absolutely lost in this boy. Judging by the sounds Killua was making, the feeling was mutual.

He lifted his head again, and Killua whimpered.

“Killua?”

The boy groaned in response, covering his face with his arm.

“Ah?”

“Look at me.”

Killua cautiously moved his arm and glanced at Gon. Deep amber eyes with huge pupils met his, searching. “I think your eyes look like that when you want...more. Or when you want...m-me, maybe?” Gon’s voice was almost a whisper.

“More of you. ” Killua quickly countered, his ever present blush deepening. Gon licked his lips. “I definitely want more of you too.”

Killua felt a shock run down his spine at the other boy’s words.

“Y-you” he cleared his throat. “You can have all of me, Gon.”

Silence followed, both boy’s hearts were hammering in their chests.

“I think it’ll take me a while to explore all of you, it’s taking me so long just to learn this part of you!” He rubbed a circle into Killua’s chest for emphasis. “Guess that means we’ll have to spend a lot of time adventuring together, huh?” Gon said with a smile. A seemingly sweet smile, but the former assassin could sense the faint trace of mischief behind it.

Killua hummed, thinking that sounded perfectly fine to him. Hadn’t that always been the plan?

“Killua?”

“Yes Gon?”

He cupped Killua’s warm cheeks and then nuzzled their noses together.

“You are my greatest adventure.” he said, voice reverent, before softly pressing their lips together again.

#killugon #mine #killua zoldyck #gon freecss #hunter x hunter #h x h #gon #killua #gonkillu #fanfiction

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decembercamiecherries · 7 years ago

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Falling into Blue

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Word Count: 7025

Summary:

“Why do you even care?!”

Gon shrugged. “I’m just curious.”

And intrigued, he added silently. Killua was a mystery, one Gon was very interested in solving by the end of this short, one-hour flight.

Killua made a low tch-ing sound before turning away from Gon completely to look out the window again. The city had disappeared during the course of their conversation, giving way to rolling hills and ribbons of train tracks that snaked over grassy planes hundreds of feet below their blimp.

“I was just wondering how long it would take to fall to the ground from here,” Killua said and Gon’s eyebrows jumped up.

That…was not what he’d been expecting. At all.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KILLUA!!!!! You’re lucky I love you so much that I’d write an entire full length fic just to celebrate your birth <3 <3 <3

Shoutout to the amazing softkillua for being the best beta ever, enjoy your weekend off Kaz! :D

This is…….a steampunk au? Kinda? I’m not really sure what it is, to be honest. I’ll let you make your own conclusions about this universe ^^ Please enjoy~

This was Gon’s first time on a passenger blimp, but he was pretty sure first-class members of society weren’t supposed to be on the third-class level.

“Excuse me,” he said, slowly approaching the finely dressed teen staring out the window. “But, uh. Are you lost?”

The teen snorted. He didn’t spare a glance at Gon when he answered, “No. Are you?”

Gon frowned. “No.”

“Then why’d you ask?”

“Um. It’s just…”

“Just-” the teen finally looked up at Gon, icy blue eyes piercing straight through him and making Gon’s breath catch in his throat, “-what, exactly?”

Gon swallowed. His mouth was cotton dry. “It’s just, not many people from first-class members come down here. To the lower decks, I mean.”

The teen snorted again and turned back towards the window. “Well, I’m not like most first-class people. Got it?”

Gon nodded automatically, not even sure what he was nodding for but feeling the need to do it anyway. The teen didn’t speak again, instead choosing to keep his gaze trained on the glittering city below them. The blimp had only taken off half an hour ago, so they hadn’t traveled far enough yet to leave Yorknew behind.

“What are you looking at?” Gon couldn’t help but ask.

The teen shoved his hands into the pockets of his long, navy-blue jacket. “Nothing, really. I was just wondering.”

“Wondering what?”

The teen raised an eyebrow at him- silver, the same shade of fluffy locks peeking out from under his top hat- and said, “You ask a lot of questions for someone of lower-class. You know that?”

“Yes,” Gon answered and a small huff of laughter escaped the other’s pink lips.

“And you don’t find that, I dunno, improper?”

Gon tilted his head to the side. “Do you?” he asked curiously.

Blue eyes blinked. “Uh. No?”

“Okay. So if you don’t find it improper, and I don’t find it improper, then it shouldn’t be a problem. Right?”

“I-I guess. Yeah.”

“So, what are you wondering?”

The teen shook his head, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “You’re weird, Mister-”

“Gon,” Gon chirped and stuck his hand out in front of the other’s face. “Gon Freecss. And you?”

The teen gingerly wrapped his fingers around Gon’s. His fingers were long and pale, like a pianists’, and his skin felt cool and smooth against Gon’s calloused palm.

“Killua,” the silver and blue teen said cautiously. “Killua Zoldyck, if you want the full name.”

Gon straightened, the back of his neck prickling. Zoldyck, that was- “Are you a member of the Zoldyck family?! As in, the famous inventors?”

“Yes.” Killua said shortly and withdrew his hand from Gon’s. “Inventions are the only thing my family’s good at. It’s our thing.” Gon didn’t miss the way his expression smoothed out, subtly shifting into something dull and blank.

Huh. Interesting.

Gon leaned forward into Killua’s personal space, until they were practically nose-to-nose. He held back a bark of laughter at the way Killua’s eyes crossed to keep him in view, how pale cheeks darkened and freckles popped out across a narrow nose and high cheekbones.

“And are all Zoldycks this pretty,” Gon asked playfully. “Or is that just a you thing?”

Killua’s jaw dropped. “What.”

Gon grinned. “I said, are all-”

He grunted at the hand shoved into his face and stumbled backwards.

“Shut up! I heard you the first time, you don’t need to repeat it!” Killua hissed, face scarlet.

“But you didn’t answer my question,” Gon said in a sing-song voice.

“And I wasn’t planning on answering, doofus.”

“Aw, why not?”

“B-Because!” Killua sputtered. Gon inwardly thought it was kind of cute how flustered Killua was at his light teasing- his brilliant blue eyes darting everywhere but Gon while his blush spread to the tips of his ears. “No one asks questions like that and expects an answer!”

“Well-” Gon took a bold step forward and Killua tensed, “-I’m not most people, Ki-llu- a.”

Killua looked furious at having his words turned against him. He spat out, “You’re a weirdo.”

Gon hummed in acknowledgement. It wasn’t the first time he’d been called that. “Maybe. But I’m not the first-class citizen in the lower class levels, am I?”

Killua’s eyes narrowed. “What’re you getting at, Gon?”

There was a sharp thrill in his stomach at the sound of his name rolling off that sharp tongue. He liked the way Killua said his name, how is lips formed to make the single syllable. It made him wonder if Killua felt the same.

“I just want to know what you were wondering earlier,” Gon said honestly. “That’s it, really.”

“Why do you even care?!”

Gon shrugged. “I’m just curious.”

And intrigued, he added silently. Killua was a mystery, one Gon was very interested in solving by the end of this short, one-hour flight.

Killua made a low tch -ing sound before turning away from Gon completely to look out the window again. The city had disappeared during the course of their conversation, giving way to rolling hills and ribbons of train tracks that snaked over grassy planes.

“I was just wondering how long it would take to fall to the ground from here,” Killua said and Gon’s eyebrows jumped up.

That…was not what he’d been expecting. At all.

He leaned closer to the glass and squinted at the tiny trees below them. They looked like blades of grass from this distance. He pursed his lips, considering. “Um. A long time? Maybe? I’m not sure, I’ve never jumped off an air balloon before.”

Bell-like laughter exploded from Killua. He clutched at his sides, leaning over his knees as he laughed and laughed and laughed. Gon simply blinked and watched him, equally surprised and confused.

“What’re you laughing for?”

“I just!” Killua wheezed, barely able to speak from lack of breath. “I never- oh, man- I never expected you to take me seriously!”

Gon frowned. “But you are being serious. Right?”

All traces of laughter vanished from Killua’s face. For a few moments the pair just stared at each other, crystal-blue clashing with caramel-gold.

Killua was the one to turn away first. A light pink dusted his cheeks once more as he admitted, “Yeah, I was serious. You had no reason to believe me, though.”

Gon leaned on the railing with a shrug. “You had no reason to lie.”

Killua’s brow puckered. He seemed at a loss for what to say, so Gon pressed, “Why do you need to know how far it is to the ground? Are you planning on jumping off the balcony?”

Gon had asked that half-joking, half not. He’d always wondered what it would be like to leap off something so high in the air, how it would feel to have the wind tearing at his hair as he soared towards the earth. It would be an incredible sight, that was for sure.

But he and Aunt Mito were poor enough as it was living in the city and selling antique artifacts to stray inventors; Gon didn’t have the funds to invest on many experiments. And besides, he didn’t have the time to make some sort of flying machine anyway. Not when he was focusing on finding-

“I am, actually.”

That caught Gon’s attention.

“What?!” he yelped and was met with a second hand shoved against his mouth.

“Shut,” Killua growled, blue gaze flashing dangerously. “Up . Jeez, do you ever stop to realize just how loud you are?!”

“No,” Gon answered and his voice was muffled against Killua’s palm.

Killua dropped his hand, exasperation written all over his face as he said, “Then start to! I don’t need the entire blimp hearing us!”

“Why not?” A thought occurred to him and Gon suddenly gasped as understanding flooded through him. “Oh! Is it a secret, Killua? Does no one know about-”

“No one knows!” Killua rushed to say. “So- please, for the love of god, be quiet. Please.”

Gon nodded vigorously. “I’ll be quiet! Tell me your plan first, though!”

“…you promise not to tell anyone?”

Gon held up his pinky. Killua looked at it expectantly and said, “Uh. What’s that supposed to-”

“It’s a pinky promise!” Gon explained. He grabbed Killua’s finger, ignoring the Zoldyck’s squawk of protest, and wrapped Killua’s pinky securely around his.

“I pinky promise to be quiet about your plan as long as you promise to tell me about it first!” Gon sang and Killua made a horrified squeaking sound. “Oh, and if you’re jumping off the blimp, you have to take me with you.”

Killua’s eyes bulged. “What?! No way, I’m not taking you anywhere!”

Gon pouted. “Why not?”

“Like I said earlier-” Killua snapped and yanked his hand away from Gon’s, “-you’re crazy.”

“But you’re the one planning to jump out of a moving blimp! You don’t even have anything prepared to slow the fall, do you?”

Killua scoffed, “Of course I do! I have stuff on me right now in fact!”

Gon slowly let his gaze roam up and down Killua’s figure, making sure to take in the lithe muscles under the fancy coat and tall boots. Killua was well built, especially for someone in first-class. He slowly looked up at Killua’s face and smirked slightly at the flushed expression he saw there.

“I’m sure you’re well stocked, Killua,” Gon said and Killua sucked in a sharp breath. “But I’m not seeing any life-saving invention on you at the moment. You’d need a parachute, for one thing.”

Dragging his nails down the side of his red face, Killua said through gritted teeth, “You’re an idiot.”

Gon blinked. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Exactly that! I’m a Zoldyck, Gon, I’ve got something much better than some average parachute.”

Gon’s brow furrowed. He wasn’t following Killua anymore. “What do you-”

“C’mon.” Killua snatched Gon’s wrist and tugged him down the hallway. Gon’s skin tingled where Killua’s fingers touched his skin and a giddy bubbliness spread through his body.

He took a chance and dared to twist his hand in Killua’s grasp, shifting slightly until their fingers interlocked.

Killua didn’t stop or show any reaction to their new position. But Gon spotted the red flush on the back of Killua’s elegant neck, and he had to force himself not to giggle out loud lest Killua heard and snapped at him again.

Killua really was cute. He was also very, very interesting. Gon had never seen or met a high classer with so much spunk and attitude.

Even more amazing was how easy it was for Gon to read Killua. Gon hadn’t even known him for an hour yet but he already knew how embarrassed Killua got at even the slightest bit of flirting. Killua had no problem calling Gon out on his abnormalities, but didn’t shun him away for them, either. He was a strange paradox between wits and sensitivity- and it made Gon all the more curious to see what other personalities were hidden within the mysterious teen.

And just how Killua expected to jump off a moving blimp without falling to an early death.

BOOM!

They had only made it halfway down the hallway when the floor underneath them shook, a resounding boom vibrating through the walls and air. Killua let go of Gon’s hand as they stumbled into the windows and the entire blimp jolted and shuddered. Within seconds it slowed to a stop hundreds upon hundreds of feet above ground.

“Wh-what was that?“ Gon asked, bewildered. Despite his lack of experience, he didn’t think blimps normally were supposed to make sounds like that and stop in the middle of their journeys.

“Dunno,” Killua looked up at the ceiling with a frown. “Whatever it was, it didn’t sound good.“

Gon bit his bottom lip. If Killua was saying that, it must be true. Despite the disappointed twisting in his gut, Gon forced himself to ask, “Shouldn’t you be returning to your family, then? You should make sure they’re okay.”

“No,” Killua scoffed and Gon perked up. “They’ll be fine. Let’s keep going, I promised I would show you my plan, right?”

Gon’s chest swelled. He nodded, beaming at Killua despite the odd look it got him from the other, and they set off again.

They had only taken another ten steps when a door flew open in front of them.

Two burly looking men stepped into their path, each decorated with scars and deadly swords. Shining jewels hung off their necks and wrists but their coats and boots were worn through and tattered. It was a bizarre mix, but it was the strange way the men’s beady eyes lit up upon seeing Gon and Killua that made Gon’s hair stand on end.

These guys were trouble.

“Shit,” Killua muttered and Gon instinctively moved closer, until their arms pressed together.

“Who are they?” he whispered.

Killua wrinkled his nose. “Pirates.”

Gon’s stomach lurched. “What?! Really?!” He had heard of sky pirates attacking air ships before, but it was always cargo ships filled with goods they could steal and resell for profit. What could they possibly want with a passenger ship?

Killua gave him a scathing look. “Yes, really! Who else would they be?!“

One of the pirates took a menacing step forward. The jagged scar running diagonally across his face stretched and pulled as he sneered, “Come with us Zoldyck, and no one else has to get hurt.”

Gon stiffened as Killua retorted, “In your dreams, you useless lump of lard! Get the hell out of here and go back to your stink hole of a ship!”

“What do they want you for?” Gon asked, flabbergasted.

“My brain, my inventions,” Killua said to him with a scowl. “Obviously these morons don’t have too many bright ideas, so they need mine instead.”

The second pirate snarled, “Quit fooling around, Zoldyck! Do you want something to happen to your family?”

“Oh, by all means please do. My parents could use a good ass-whooping.”

With a thunderous roar, the first pirate charged at Killua. Gon and Killua leaped away from each other and the man stumbled straight through the opening they created. Gon glanced back at Killua just in time to see him flick his wrist in a strange gesture. Gon felt his jaw drop as metal claws sharp as knives slid out from under Killua’s long sleeves to fit perfectly over his elegant fingers.

Gon stared, unable to look away. The claw’s design was beautiful and intricate; it would’ve taken years to create something like it. Killua must be even more amazing than Gon already thought-

WOOSH!

Gon heard the sound of something flying through the air and ducked. The swing of the sword had been a clumsy one; the sharp piece of metal dug into the wood paneling just below the windows and the pirate howled in frustration. He yanked on the hilt of the sword and Gon scrambled upwards and back as fast as he could, slipping on a glove of his own making.

The glove had been something Kite had helped him design and bring to life. It helped give his attacks when fighting an enemy a little extra edge; depending on the fuel in the glove and the way Gon held his weapon of choice, the glove would ignite said weapon in a fiery halo without damaging it. Gon could also make tiny explosions or send the inferno soaring through the air. It all depended on which weapon Gon had at his disposal.

He probably shouldn’t use it while on a blimp in transit, though. Still, it was a good precaution. He would do anything to keep Killua out of the pirates’ grubby hands.

Gon could hear metal clashing against metal somewhere behind him. Killua was taking care of the the second pirate- so that meant it was Gon’s job to finish off the one in front of him. If he didn’t, the pirates would take Killua away and Gon would never see him again. Something unpleasant and heavy settled inside his stomach at the thought.

He didn’t like it, the idea of never seeing or talking to Killua ever again. It felt wrong.

Gon’s pirate finally pulled out his weapon from the wood. He wasted no time in attacking Gon and Gon moved quickly to avoid the first jab. He pulled out his own sword, Jajaken, just in time to block the second strike from hacking off his arm.

Fighting was simple for Gon: attack the person attacking you until they can’t any more. Kite was the one who had helped him turn his ambition and drive into some sort of skill. By the time Kite left to finish his exploration, Gon was a master. That had been two years ago.

Compared to Kite, this pirate was practically a joke. Gon met his blows with equal force left, right, above and left again. He slammed his elbow into the pirate’s jaw and shoved him away when he stumbled. Bit by bit Gon forced the pirate backwards, until he was pushed up against the safety exit door. The pirate’s eyes widened when he realized Gon’s plan. He fought even harder, shoving against Gon’s sword with all his might as Gon fought back.

Soon they were in a stalemate.

“Why are you protecting him?” the pirate hissed. Gon didn’t let up pressure on his sword, knowing the pirate was trying to distract him, to make him weak. “You know what his family does, don’t you?! You don’t owe this brat anything!”

Gon did know. Everyone in Yorknew knew the Zoldycks- the gifted and talented inventors who used their brilliance for underground work. It was even rumored that they had been selling a few of their inventions to neighboring countries during the Chimera Ant War. They were a feared and hated family by most, if not all. Not a single person had a good word for them.

But…

Gon lifted his head. In the distance he could just barely make out Killua’s spinning form. The other teen was a whirlwind of navy blue and flashing silver, his claws slashing through the air with a speed that was startling. His hat had fallen off to reveal shimmering white curls and his lips were split into a wild grin. He danced around his opponent with ease, even laughing and teasing the other to throw him into a fit of rage.

Gon swallowed thickly as his cheeks warmed. Killua was beautiful, breathtaking. And whatever plan he’d devised before the pirates’ ambush, it surely didn’t involve him following his parents footsteps. Gon was sure of it. Killua had been planning to jump off the blimp and away from them, after all.

“Killua is different,” Gon told the pirate and the man sneered.

“He’s a tool,” the pirate spat out, flecks of saliva flying through the air, and Gon’s nostrils flared. “His inventions are sold to the highest buyer, not even his parents consider him to be anything less than a means for profit!”

“Shut up,” Gon growled lowly. He could feel the dark waves of fury coiling inside him, hot and boiling just under the surface.

“Why so you can have him all to yourself?! He’s coming with us, sunshine, and there’s nothing you can do about it!”

“Killua is not going anywhere with you. You just want to use him and that’s wrong. Killua should be free to make his own decisions.”

“Oh, I see, you want him to yourself is that it? I can understand-” the pirate’s gaze drifted over to Killua and a new,hungry light entered his eyes, the kind that made Gon’s skin crawl, “-he is rather pretty. I’m sure you would just love to see him trapped underneath you, and begging for your di-”

Gon saw red. Not a second later, the safety exit door was swinging open wide. The pirate toppled backwards with a blood-curdling scream-

CLANG!

Gon jerked at the definitive noise behind him. He didn’t have the time to twist around before Killua was at his side, breathless and silver hair tousled.

“Woah!” Killua peered over the railing, face alight. “Did you really just throw him over?!“

Gon nodded wordlessly. Killua let out an impressed whistle.

“Wow, you got more guts than I gave you credit for, Gon! I mean, I get they were fighting us and everything, but to throw one of them overboard-”

“He was saying bad stuff about you,” Gon said stiffly. He had to focus to keep his voice from trembling with race.

To Gon’s shock, Killua just rolled his eyes. “That’s nothing new, they all do that. C'mon, lets-”

“What does that mean?!”

“It means,” Killua said as he glanced up and down the hallway. “That I’m a Zoldyck and the heir and technically still a minor, so a good number of imbeciles think they can try to kidnap me and use me for their own personal fantasies- whether that be for my inventions or their own pleasure, it doesn’t matter which. You wouldn’t believe the number of times people have tried to pick me off the street.”

“Killua, that’s…” Gon didn’t even know what to say. How could Killua talk so casually about stuff like that?! “That’s really, really bad! People can’t do stuff like that and get away with it-”

“Again, it’s part of the Zoldyck name. Okay? Don’t sweat it. We did fine getting rid of those guys, right?”

“Right…”

“Right, so relax. Let’s go-”

“Killua.”

Gon caught Killua’s hand, tan fingers wrapping around elegant pianist ones and stopping Killua from walking away. Killua blinked in surprise. He looked down at their hands and then back at Gon with confusion.

“What? Why are you looking at me all weird like that? Though to be fair, your face was pretty weird already.”

Gon puffed out his cheeks, distracted despite himself. “Killua, I’m trying to be serious!”

“So spit it out already, jeez! The longer we stand here the more pirates are gonna find us.”

Gon’s blood ran cold. “There are more?”

“Of course! You’d need a ton of men to stop a blimp of this size!”

“And they’re all after you?!”

“Yes, Gon! What else would they be attacking a passenger ship for?!”

Gon tightened his grasp on Killua’s hand. “I…I don’t like it, that other people think that way about you. Killua, you get how wrong that is, right? You’re not a prize to be won or some object for other people to use as they like.”

For a moment Killua just stared at him, his brilliant blue eyes blown open wide. Gon’s heart fluttered as he noticed the slight blush growing on the Zoldyck’s cheeks.

Then Killua ducked his head, hiding his expression from Gon’s view. “Yeah yeah,” he muttered and his fingers curled around Gon’s. “I get it. No need to get all sappy on me.”

“Do you really, though?” Gon asked to make sure.

“Yes. Seriously, don’t worry. I can handle myself. It doesn’t even matter anyway; I’ve been my family’s tool for as long as I can remember. They’d never let some pirate steal me away when they can use my brains for themselves.”

A jolt of burning anger stabbed through Gon. What. Killua’s parents had-

Creak.

They both froze. Gon’s heartbeat pounded in his ears and Killua’s fingers gripped Gon’s until it was borderline painful.

Gon would never think of letting go, though.

“Pirates?” Gon whispered and Killua looked at him sharply. He jerked his head, silver bangs flopping into his eyes, and Gon followed without complaint as Killua led down the hall in a sprint. Killua’s footsteps were silent on the carpet and Gon tried his best to mimic him.

Killua came up short next to a storage door. He flicked out a finger- now transformed into a claw he’d used to fight the pirate- and knelt to pick at the lock. Within seconds Gon heard a click and then Killua was yanking Gon through the open doorway. He shut the door as soon as Gon’s boots crossed the threshold and they were suddenly plunged into darkness.

The abrupt lack of light startled Gon and he gasped quietly. He tried to move, to somehow get an understanding of his surroundings, and instantly tripped over something. He heard Killua’s hiss of pain before he felt cool hands grabbing at his shoulders and elbows, clutching his sleeves as Gon started to fall-

The pair landed on the floor in a heap of flailing limbs. Gon’s nose collided hard into something solid but soft, his legs tangled up in some kind of cloth that had been tossed carelessly onto the closest ground. His palms stung smartly from where they slammed into the floor and the taste of iron on his tongue left him grimacing.

“Ki-” he started but the ground under him rolled and boney knuckles punched him in his ribs.

“Shut up!” Killua hissed as Gon cried out. “I’m serious, Gon, shut up!”

The ground beneath Gon’s chest heaved in time with Killua’s pants. It took Gon a moment to wonder why but then realization crashed over him like a tidal wave.

The ground wasn’t the ground at all; it was a lithe teen with silky locks of hair and eyes so piercing Gon could feel them digging into his face even in the pitch blackness of the closet they were currently trapped in.

Gon had landed right on top of Killua.

Heat rushed to his face and abruptly Gon’s cheeks were burning. He lifted his head and his nose brushed Killua’s smooth skin- his jaw, Gon’s mind helpfully supplied- while his knees pressed to either side of Killua’s hips. Gon’s whole body was warm and tingling and his head swam. He felt like he had a fever.

Gon opened his mouth to apologize for crashing on top of Killua in such an inappropriate position- what if he hadhurt Killua-

A familiar hand slapped over his mouth before he could get out a single word.

“Shh!” Killua hissed. “Don’t say anything, or they’ll hear you!”

Gon blinked, then froze. He didn’t dare to move or even breathe after that because just outside of their door in the hallway- there, quiet and in the distance but growing steadily louder- was the sound of thunderous footsteps. Gon knew without being told that the people in the hallway would pass by their hiding spot in mere seconds.

Sweat started to build on Gon’s forehead. Killua’s fingers curled and his nails dug into Gon’s chin.

“Wh-what the hell happened here?!” came an unfamiliar sputter. The sound was muffled by the door shielding them, but it was still too loud and too close for Gon’s liking.

“A fight, clearly,” someone else said impassionately. The second man’s voice was cool and calm, completely unlike the first person and just as alien to Gon.

But not to Killua, apparently. The instant the second man spoke, Killua’s body stiffened under Gon’s, becoming as still and silent as a statue. Even his breathing stopped. Gon had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from asking Killua what was wrong.

It was like Killua had said; he couldn’t talk right now. Not unless he was willing to risk giving Killua up to these strangers. And he wasn’t any more willing to do that now than he had with the pirates just minutes earlier.

“I- yes, yes, of course, sir!” That was the first man again. “But no one in the third class would have the level of skill to defeat a pirate-”

“Two.”

“Excuse me, sir?”

“There were two pirates. The emergency door over there is unlocked and there are markings along the wall.” A muffled sigh. Gon pictured furrowed brows, fingers grasping the bridge of a nose. “I don’t understand how you are supposed to help me find Master Killua if you are so incompetent that you cannot even tell there were two fights instead of one-”

“Mister Gotoh, sir, I will help you find your master! I promise! Let’s hurry, he can’t have gotten far after fighting one- uh, I mean two pirates. I’m sure we’ll find him soon!”

Footsteps were heard again, this time fainter, farther, and the last thing Gon heard was the second man’s thinly veiled warning, “It would be best for your career for that to be true..”

He and Killua stayed completely still and silent until the two voices faded away entirely. And only a few tense moments after that did Killua let out a shuddering sigh, his body coming to life under Gon’s now that the threat was gone.

“Thank god they didn’t find us,” Killua half whispered, half groaned. His hand dropped away from Gon’s mouth and Gon’s heart dropped, feeling weirdly disappointed at the action.

Gon licked his chapped lips. He could still feel the ghost of Killua’s touch on them when he asked haltingly, “Did- did you know them?”

Killua huffed. At their closeness, Gon could smell the Zoldyck’s faint cologne wafting off his tailored jacket, the mintiness of his breath.

“Unfortunately, yeah. The guy that called me ‘Master Killua’ is my family’s butler.”

“You have a butler?!” Gon shouldn’t have been surprised by that. Butlers are the highest form of luxury, of course Killua’s family had a-

“We have several, actually,” Killua said and Gon’s jaw dropped. “Gotoh’s just the one my old man charged with keeping an eye on me.”

“Won’t he get in trouble then? For you running away and everything?”

Gon grunted as Killua jerked- a shrug. “Nah. Gotoh’s been with us for ages. I think my grandpa hired him or something. There’s no way he’d get in any serious trouble with me vanishing for the millionth time. Even if this time did involve a batch of weak-ass pirates.”

Gon’s head spun. Wow. No wonder Killua had been able to use his genius to make inventions! The resources his family had were probably amazing…

“Uh, Gon?”

Killua moved slightly and Gon was suddenly hyper-aware the incredibly lean and muscular body pressed snugly against his.

Gon’s mouth went dry. His hand curled into a fist and he ignored the light fluttering of his heartbeat when he breathed out, “Yeah?”

Gon was near enough to Killua’s face to feel the warmth of a blush radiating off his skin. “C-Can you get off now? You’re too heavy. And big. You’re crushing me.”

Gon allowed himself a small smirk; he could work with that. “What, you can’t handle me?”

A pause as Killua processed just what Gon had said. And then-

WHACK!

“AH!” Gon slapped his hand over his head. “Ow- Killua! Why did you-”

“Don’t be so full of yourself, idiot!” Killua bristled and Gon nearly laughed despite the tingling pain on his skull. He could see it in his mind- Killua’s silver hair disheveled and thrown into disarray, ivory cheeks aflame with a venomous glare to match.

He leaned forward in the general direction of Killua’s voice, and said suggestively, “Does that mean you’re saying you can handle-”

Gon squawked as he was forcibly tossed off Killua with a shove of two hands and a swift kick to his hip. Something heavy dropped onto his chest and then two elegant fingers were pinching his cheeks with enough force for it to sting.

“You-” Killua hissed venomously, increasing the pressure and stretching Gon’s face out like it was made of elastic, “-don’t know when to quit, do you?!”

Gon just laughed at that, unable to form a proper response with the way Killua was pulling out his lips. It should’ve been annoying to have someone play with his face like this. But with Killua, it didn’t matter. Gon actually liked the feel of Killua’s hands on his skin, the reassuring weight of the other teen’s body on his waist-

Killua scoffed and abruptly disappeared.

Gon only had a moment to register the sudden loss of Killua’s body heat when the closet door was thrown open. Harsh, blinding light fell into his eyes and he twisted away with a cry.

“AH-”

“It’s only sunlight, don’t be a baby.” Killua grabbed Gon’s bicep and yanked him off the ground. He forcibly tugged Gon back down the hallway towards the balcony door, the very place they’d been trying to reach before everything had gone to hell.

“Do-” Gon asked breathlessly, “-do you think there’ll be more pirates out there?”

Killua didn’t even bother looking back at him. “Who cares? If there is, we’ll just defeat them like last time. Right?”

Gon’s chest swelled. His heart was filling and overflowing with warmth, a bursting kind of joy Gon had never experienced before. It felt like he’d just swallowed a mouthful of bubbling champagne and everything was golden and bright and good.

Killua made him happy, he realized and corners of his mouth curved upwards at the thought. He’d smiled more in the past twenty minutes with this starlight teen then he had in years. He hadn’t had this much fun in years. The horrid memory of Kite’s death had faded into the background and Killua- making him flush, seeing his eyes light up, the soft texture of his long fingers-

Killua had taken front and center in Gon’s mind.

Gon’s heart lurched, then sped up to twice its normal speed. Just like earlier, Gon carefully twisted his wrist a little in Killua’s grasp. Killua’s back straightened and there was the tiniest bit of reluctance in the way he released Gon’s arm.

But Gon didn’t let him go far. He was quick to grab Killua’s hand before he fully pulled away. He interlocked their fingers once more and held on tight.

For a few seconds, Killua didn’t react at all. He kept on walking briskly down the carpeted hallway, head straight ahead. And then Gon noticed the dark scarlet tinge to Killua’s ears, the slight squeeze of Killua’s fingers against his own.

Gon’s heart soared. His grin grew so much his face hurt but he knew he couldn’t stop smiling even if he wanted to.

He also knew this: Killua was interesting and witty and smart. He was brilliant, a graceful fighter, and one of the most amazing and incredible people Gon had ever met. Meeting Killua was a gift and Gon wasn’t about to let that gift go to waste.

How ever Killua left this blimp, be it on Zevil Island or flying through the air or crashing to earth-

Gon wanted to follow.

Killua pushed open the door leading to the balcony. Gon winced at the sudden brightness but Killua was pulling him towards the railing without giving him the chance to recover. When they reached the edge of the balcony, Killua let go of Gon and hung over the edge.

He’ssearching for the pirates, Gon realized. He should probably be helping him, but all Gon could focus on was how empty and cold his hand felt without Killua’s hand wrapped around his.

“Okay, we’re clear. Hold this,” Killua ordered, shrugging off his jacket and shoving it into Gon’s arms. Gon’s stomach lurched at the view that greeted him; a vest wrapping snugly around Killua’s slim torso, the elegant line of his long neck. Even Killua’s white curls shone with a new light, making them glow silver in the sun’s rays.

Gon’s pulse started to race. Wow. Killua was…beautiful.

He opened his mouth to tell Killua just that when Killua suddenly pulled on a strap around his belt.

Metallic wings shot out from Killua’s back with a SNAP and Gon jumped backwards, nearly tripping in his shock. Killua’s clothes tumbled out of his numb fingers as he gaped wordlessly at the incredible sight before him.

Killua was…he had…

“See?” Killua said proudly. He adjusted a few more straps and the wings raised to stand straight above his head, each individual blade’s imprinted design standing out under the sun’s beams. “You don’t need a parachute if you got these!”

He looked at Gon expectantly, then smirked when Gon only continued to stare. “What, got nothing to say?” Killua teased. His blue eyes glowed with a mix of pride and joy. “Did I really amaze you that much, Gon?”

Gon shut his mouth and swallowed thickly. “Killua, you…you’re a genius!”

“I knew that already, stupid,” Killua said, snorting. But the swell in his chest told Gon that he was secretly happy at the praise.

“But you really, really are! It’s so beautiful and wonderful and, and so awesome, Killua! You’re awesome!”

“And you like to say that a lot,” Killua retorted, grinning through the blush on his cheeks.

Gon beamed. He asked eagerly, “Have you tested it out?”

“‘Course I have! It works perfectly fine.”

“So, why don’t you bring it to the Invention Convention that’s going on at Greed Island? That’s where you’re headed, right? That’s the only stop this blimp is making.”

Killua made a non-committal sound. “That’s where my family is going. They want to show this invention of mine off and parade me around as the future heir to the Zoldyck name. Me, though…”

Killua’s voice trailed off and his words from earlier echo in Gon’s mind: I was wondering how long it would take to fall to the ground from here.

“You’re going to leave,” Gon said, the pieces of Killua’s story falling neatly into place. “You’re going to use your invention to fly to the ground and run away.”

“Exactly!” Killua said cheerfully. He sounded way too happy for someone about to soar hundreds of miles through the air. “I’ll land someplace safely below and escape my family’s clutches once and for all! They’ll never find me ever again. I’ll be free.”

Then Killua turned to look at Gon and Gon shivered under the intensity of that blue-eyed gaze.

“Are you sure you want to come with me, now?”

Gon blinked. “Wha-”

“Earlier you said you wanted to jump off the blimp with me,” Killua said impatiently.

Gon scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “I thought you didn’t want me to, though?”

Killua rolled his eyes to the back of his head. “Obviously I reconsidered, Gon. Do you want to come, or what? I won’t offer another chance. I’m leaving right now and I’m never coming back.”

Gon stared at Killua, then at the ground below them, then back to Killua. His heart was thumping heavily in his chest and blood roared in his ears. Even his palms were sweaty and he curled them into fists to keep them from shaking.

He’d saved up for over a year to pay for this ticket to Greed Island, all in the hopes of discovering some clue to finding Ging at the Convention. He knew when he booked this flight that he would probably never get another golden opportunity to locating his father again; Invention Conventions only occurred every 10 years, after all. And only the most prestigious inventors were invited. Even if he did manage to get money to buy another ticket, he might not be given an invitation.

He had one chance. One choice. One future.

And looking at Killua’s extended hand, the faint smile gracing his lips and the tiny sliver of hope shining in those blue eyes, Gon knew his decision.

He’d known where he was going since the moment he saw Killua standing there by the blimp window in the wrong clothes at the wrong level. Gon wanted to know more about Killua right away and when Gon wanted something, he was unusually stubborn in getting his way. Even more so than usual.

And here fate was, giving him the opportunity to get exactly what he wanted. All he had to do was take that final step.

“Of course I’m coming with you,” Gon said and Killua’s answering grin was stunning, brilliant in it’s radiance. “I wouldn’t miss it for anything. Just make sure you don’t drop me, okay?”

“I won’t,” Killua swore. “As long as you don’t let go of me, you’ll be fine. Think you can handle that?”

Gon’s heart fluttered as Killua moved closer. He fought down a shudder when Killua’s slim arm wrapped tightly around Gon’s waist; he was quickly learning how much he loved the feeling of Killua’s body aligned with his. Despite the differences in their build- Killua being lean and tall while Gon was broader, bulkier- they fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. It made Gon want to cling onto Killua and never let go.

But Gon didn’t feel the need to bring this to Killua’s attention at the moment. He had plenty of time to seduce Killua, after all.

"I can handle anything,” Gon said with a playful wink and snaked an arm around Killua’s neck, gripping his vest with his other hand. “Especially you, Killua.”

The almost instantaneous blush that spread across Killua’s cheeks at his blunt statement made Gon break out into a fit of giggles and Killua made a face at him.

“Shut up or I really will drop you. Idiot.”

And then Killua leaped upwards, the balcony disappeared under Gon’s feet. His stomach dropped and he gasped. The view that stretched out below them was stunning with its emerald trees, golden fields of wheat and gleaming rivers. It was every bit as incredible as Gon had imagined.

Gravity took hold and they started to drop. Gon let out a loud whoop as they soared through the air, making sure to keep his grip tight on Killua through it all. Killua laughed in his ear in response- carefree and happy and wonderful- and it was the most beautiful sound Gon had ever heard.

Gon craned his head to look up at Killua and the air left his lungs at the stunning cerulean color of the other teen’s curved eyes. He felt a strange swooping sensation that had nothing to do with the fact that they had just jumped off a blimp hundreds of feet above ground. He was breathless, dazed, just because of the blue in Killua’s eyes.

Killua grinned at him. Gon’s heart felt like it was bursting at the sight. He smiled back and his chest filled with an unparalleled joy.

Together, they fell towards earth through the blue of endless skies.

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mheara-blog1 · 7 years ago

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Killugon Fanfic

*Welcome to the random one shot drabble of my mind. Hope you like it, I’ve not written in so long, I apologise if there’s any mistakes or it doesn’t make sense.*

-Killugon fluff. Teen.-

Killua sighs and rubs his eyes, this was always a bad time of year for him. It was his birthday and that always created confusion in his heart and mind. His life had improved in the last fifteen years, his sister Alluka was doing well in the school he had discovered for her, privacy was their number one concern. His family still ground on his nerves but that was normal and he had gotten used to it, no, what really bothered him was Gon. His best friend was a thorn in his side that he was more than happy to have causing him irritation. It was sweet really, he had been trying to discover for years when Killua’s birthday was, but he had had no luck just yet. He sat in his office, twisting his chair back and forth, running his hand through his freshly cut hair. He picked up the photo frame next to his computer, it was a picture of himself and Gon when they were teens, graduating University. He had studied Music like he wanted and not the Accountancy or Business studies that he parents were pushing him towards. Gon completed his course in Animal ecology and Biology, the memory caused a smile to drift across his sharp features. The pang in his heart reminded him of how he missed his friend. But over the years, the pain had grown deeper, Gon was always travelling the world and while Killua had joined him for the first few years, Alluka’s safety and well being kept him on the same continent. He had come to a realisation a few years ago when Gon had a nasty accident when dealing with some ecological developments over in the African suburbs. It was touch and go for a few months, and mentally it was the same for Killua, coming close to losing Gon was the most agonising feeling he had ever had to process. That’s when it hit him that he might feel more than just friendship towards the young man. He hadn’t been able to tell Gon of these feelings though, he was pretty sure that Gon didn’t feel the same way, the guy always had a flurry of girlfriends, though none of them stuck around for too long. Ever since that young boy came into his life, he was the shining light that led Killua through the darkest of times. Killua sighed and placed the treasured photo back next to his computer, he didn’t know when he would see Gon again, though his friend had promised it would be soon. His phone rang, jolting him out of the almost bad mood he was spiralling into. He picked up a lot more cheerful when he saw the caller ID. ‘Alluka,’ he said with affection.

'Big brother!’ She replies with a audible smile. 'Happy Birt-’

'Don’t Ali,’ he laughs shaking his head. 'I don’t even want to hear those words. You know I don’t like today,’ he says shrugging a shoulder she won’t see. He got out of his padded desk chair and began to wander as they spoke. He left his office and ambled towards his music room, idly plucking strings of his guitars as he passed. 'How are things?’ He asks with tilt of his head.

'Well Uni is going well, I even met someone who seems interested in me. I got A’s in English, French and Biology, I suck at Math and I have begun to take an after school class in Dance,’ she babbles. She wanted to wish him a happy birthday, but he as usual wasn’t having any of it. She pouted, it was getting old. She knew that his birthdays weren’t happy occasions when they lived with their mum and dad, it was a constant reminder that he as getting older and wasn’t fulfilling their expectations. 'Also I finally passed my driving test! Took forever and the examiner was so mean-’

Killua was replaying the conversation in his head. 'Woah, hold up there, what do you mean you met someone? Someone who’s interested in you?’ He said with concern. 'Alluka, you know how I feel about this sort of thing,’ he is trying to be open minded and he knows that she’s getting older; but it was hard to not be protective over her.

'Of course that would be the bit that you focus on,’ he heard her sigh. 'Killy,’ she said with a whine. 'Just meet her and you’ll see,’ Alluka says softly. 'You know I love you and you know that you’re being a little silly about this. I’ll arrange for us to come over and see you during half term, now I’ve gotta go,’ she says hearing the school bell. Killua purses his lips as she says goodbye and hangs the phone up with a swipe of his finger.

'I love you too,’ he says although she had disconnected. He left his music room to go downstairs into the kitchen to make some tea, 'she’ huh, that’s a little surprising, he smiles to himself, though not entirely unexpected. Somehow, knowing that it was a woman that was interested in Alluka made it a bit more bearable, he could remember his own antics at that age. He filled the kettle and looked out the window where he could see the lake, that the forest surrounded. They were halfway up a mountain, almost inaccessible to those who didn’t know how to get there. Killua had made his own money through songwriting and melodies, he refused to rely on his parent’s bank accounts or cards. Surprisingly his phone rang again and he hadn’t bothered to check the ID when he picked up. 'Killua speaking,’ he said simply as he poured his tea.

'Killua!’ A familiar voice practically shouted down the line at him. Killua couldn’t help the sile that spread across his face.

'Idiot!’ He swore holding the phone from his ear. 'I’m not deaf you know,’ he says the humour clear in his voice. Gon laughs, Killua rolls his eyes and takes his tea to the balcony, trying not to think about how his heart is skipping with delight at the sound of his voice.

'Man, it is so good to hear your voice,’ Gon says, it’s strangely quiet on his end of the phone. Normally when Gon can call him, it’s full of hustle and bustle of whatever city or random village he’s in. His words made Killua blush and he was strangely thankful that Gon couldn’t see him. 'I’ve missed you, I spoke to Alluka earlier, she seems well,’ he says happily. Listening to his friend made his emotions soar, he wasn’t really paying attention to what Gon was saying, more revelling in the fact that he got to speak to him and hear his voice. He tuned back in when he heard Gon repeat himself. 'Killua? Killua? What are you doing now?’ He asked, 'are you at home or you in a city with a producer or something?’

Killua laughs and shakes his head, 'I’m at home, drinking a cup of tea and listening to you, you idiot,’ he smiles. 'What else would I be doing if I picked up the phone when you rang me?’ He rolls his eyes as he leans on the railing. The breeze runs through his hair and creates chills on his bare chest, it was early in the morning, the sun had only been up a few hours casting a golden glow over the lake.

'Did you cut your hair?’ Gon asked changing the subject. Killua raised a brow, wondering why that suddenly came up.

'Yeah, wanted a change. I was starting to look like Kite,’ he laughs taking a sip of his tea. 'What’s the matter did Alluka say something? I did send her a picture of what it looked like, she was utterly insistent that I send her one. She harassed me non-stop while I was getting it done the other morning.’ He felt a pit grow in his stomach as he waited for Gon’s reply. Instead he heard the line click off, as Gon either hung up or ran out of signal. It happened sometimes when he was in back road that didn’t have good connection. He looked at his phone and sighed. 'Great,’ he murmured to himself, now he wouldn’t ever know as Gon had the attention span of a Gnat. He wouldn’t remember that they were talking about this when they next spoke. He finished his tea and dangled the cup over the edge for a couple of moments as he took the sun on his face. He relished in the light heat, still feeling his heart jump from the conversation with him, it was almost a perfect day if it weren’t for the fact it was his birthday. He turned around and promptly dropped the cup he was holding, flinching at the smash it made on the tiled floor.

'I think it looks great, I really like it. It suits you a lot,’ Gon said with a smile beaming at Killua. He held the phone in his hand and chuckled. 'Sorry, I wanted it to be a surprise,’ he added. Killua could do nothing but gape, he was here! Gon had taken a moment to himself to watch his best friend in the sunlight, the rays turning his usual glossy white locks a wonderful liquid gold, his skin dusted with a glorious range of shadows, enhancing his supple frame, slim waist and elegant shoulders. His chest pounded with the anticipation of Killua’s smile. Gon watched as his friend’s cheeks bloom a wonderful rose colour, coupled with his action of turning away, using his fringe to hide the fact.

'Ugh!’ Killua says, his lips turning into the sweetest half smile, making his reddened cheeks darken. 'You’re still such an idiot,’ he laughs running his hand through his hair. He looked at his phone and then back at Gon. 'You totally had me, I didn’t think I would see you this soon,’ he mumbles, ignoring the smashed cup on the floor and walking towards him. Gon was dressed in a suit, which made him wonder what the occasion was, Killua had to resist licking his lips, Gon looked so incredibly handsome, his hair was untameable as ever, it’s black rebellious spikes waved in the light breeze. His suit was unbuttoned at the front and he held his other hand in his trouser pocket, just looking at him made his mouth go dry.

'I missed you Killua,’ Gon said slipping his phone into his inside jacket pocket and rubbing the back of his head. Killua pulled a face and laughed a little nervously, this man was determined to make him combust.

'Yeah, I missed you too, idiot,’ Killua eventually replies, 'what’s with the suit?’ He asks trying to distract Gon. 'I thought you were in some back alley forest, trying to save a ladybug or something?’ He teases lightly. He would go back inside but Gon is in the doorway, so he leans against the railing again, crossing his arms.

'Well it’s not every day that I get to see you,’ Gon laughs as he comes closer to Killua. 'Especially when you’re looking so cute,’ he retorts. Killua rolls his eyes and purses his lips as he looks at him with a glare. Gon laughs and holds up his hands. 'Okay, okay, I wanted to tell you something,’ he smiles, his nervousness beginning to show.

'Oh? What is it?’ Killua asks, that pit returning in his stomach again, this time it was accompanied by a ball in his throat.

'I think I’m in love,’ Gon says quietly, his blush making his tan cheeks turn into a wonderful shade of red. His freckles stood out like a dusting of cinnamon on a mocha. Killua tried so hard not to show the immense turmoil in his facial expression and instead plastered on a fake smile as he blinked back tears.

'Who is the lucky girl?’ He asked through a sticky mouth, his tongue and lips dry. Gon simply shrugs a shoulder, not replying.

'I got you a present,’ he replies, putting his hand back into his pocket, Killua could kill him. Dropping a bombshell like that and then acting like nothing ever happened. 'But you gotta close your eyes, then I’ll give it to you,’ Killua pouted and his anger was evident. But a smile from Gon made it lose most it’s harshness, Killua couldn’t help but mimic him. 'It’s from Africa, I just got back and I thought of you when I got it, so close your eyes and just relax,’ he says softly. Killua felt incredibly self conscious but did as his friend asked and leaned back as he relaxed, closing his eyes. He felt Gon move closer to him and a slight pressure against his lips, Gon was pressing a small chocolate against his mouth. Killua chuckled lightly and let him place the sweet on his tongue, it melted within an instant, Killua could tell that it had already become soft with the heat of Gon’s fingertips. It ruptured into an orange crème, the dark concoction filling Killua’s mouth.

'That’s amazing,’ Killua says swallowing and licking his lips a little. He goes to open his eyes but Gon tells him off.

'Don’t open your eyes until I say!’ Gon says simply, Killua laughs and protests that they’re not kids any more but Gon isn’t having it. 'Come on Killua, for me,’ he says softly, knowing that Killua couldn’t refuse him. With a playful huff he keeps his eyes dramatically closed, Gon’s own eyes are drawn to his mouth watching his tongue dart out to lick his lips once more. Gon picked a white chocolate oval and couldn’t help his heart rate spike as Killua’s lips parted, his sweet breath washing over him. He placed the chocolate on his tongue, loving the warmth he felt on his fingertips. Killua closed his mouth tasting the incredible succulent strawberry that flooded his tongue. Gon almost caved there and then, wanting to pull this beautiful man closer and envelope himself against him. 'So, remember how I said that I had fallen in love?’ He asked, seeing that Killua’s expression stilled and hardened a little, he looked like he was about to retort but Gon continued. 'It took me a long time to figure it out and I’m not sure what I’m going to do about it,’ he said softly, he picked another sweet from the box, this time a luxurious caramel covered in milk chocolate. He had to press it against Killua’s lips to her him to open his mouth, he slipped it in between his teeth. 'But I think you know,’ he says his voice deepened with want. 'This is the last one,’ he warned as Killua finished the caramel. Killua smiles a little, amused by what Gon was doing, this was all a little silly, Killua thought, but he wasn’t going to stop it. He wanted to enjoy this moment with Gon for as long as possible, he was always travelling and he rarely spent long with him.

Killua half anticipated the next sweet and opened his mouth gently, but what came next was something of a dream. Gon was already standing close to him, but he had removed all distance and grabbed Killua around the waist, pulling him tightly to him. Gon’s lips almost tenderly crush Killua’s as he lets his desire take over him. Dropping the box of chocolates, Gon wound his fingers through his silver locks, revelling in the softness between his skin. Killua had stiffened as Gon kissed him, but without meaning to let his own emotions pour into his body. His chest fell against Gon’s, his arms that were crossed loosened and rested on Gon’s hips. Killua’s fingertips dug into the cloth that Gon wore, gripping it tightly. He didn’t want this moment to end and he couldn’t believe it was happening. His mouth was warm and left a tantalisingly flavour on his tongue, it was addictive, Killua almost couldn’t stop himself from moaning into him.

Gon reluctantly pulled away, his lips still wet from Killua’s mouth, the warmth leaving quickly. Both of them breathed heavily, and when Killua finally opened his eyes he only saw the rich, swirling amber of Gon’s eyes piercing back at him. 'What…idiot!’ Killua swore, pushing him away a little. 'What about this girl you love?’ The hurt was evident in Killua’s expression, Gon wanted nothing more than to comfort him. 'What was that for?’ He asked, his voice stuttering a little.

'I didn’t say it was a girl, and it’s because,’ Gon said pulling him closer again. 'It’s you,’ he says softly, brushing Killua’s hair out his eyes. His crystal clear, pale electric blue eyes. Eyes that when Gon stared into them, he felt like he lost his very being, his soul lost in the abyss. Killua’s eyes glittered, tears beginning to emerge.

'You don’t mean that,’ he murmurs looking away. 'You’re just… I don’t know, but you’re not being serious,’ he whispers turning and moving away completely. Gon’s heart felt like it had been impaled, true it had taken him far too long to figure out his feelings towards his best friend. But, they were all there, all true.

'Killua, I would never lie to you. I want you,’ Gon says pulling him back towards him. 'It’s always been you,’ he murmurs pressing his cheek against Killua’s. He felt Killua’s tears fall against his skin. This was not the time for lust, this was the time for comfort and love, which he was more than happy to provide. He wrapped his arms around his best friend and allowed him to be engulfed by all Killua’s confused emotions. 'Don’t cry, not today,’ he whispered placing a delicate kiss on his head, 'not on your birthday,’ he adds, feeling him jolt.

'You bastard,’ Killua hissed, burying his head into Gon’s neck, inhaling his scent deeply. 'I hate you,’ he grumbles. 'So much.’

Gon laughs and holds him tighter, 'no you don’t. You love me. And I love you,’ he says feeling his heart swell. Killua laughed as he pulled away so he could look at his friend. Sometimes something much more blossoms from friendship, something to be treasured and something rare. Killua wasn’t going to let it slip his grasp. They embraced again, blissfully unaware of the sun or breeze that surrounded them, too consumed with each other. On the floor of the balcony Killua’s phone buzzed. Once. Twice. Then the message light appeared.

'Happy Birthday, Big brother! Hope you have one to remember! Love Alluka xox’

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shimmy-sham-with-the-fam · 8 years ago

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Hunting X For X Bruises: Chap. 5

Here’s the Prologue!

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Sorry I didn’t finish this in time to post yesterday! :(

I made this chapter a bit longer to make up for yesterday’s smaller chapter.

Boy, writing Killua’s point of view of the journey to the hunter’s exam has been pretty tough! There’s been a lot of planning, and I wanna thank @dragmakihiveka for helping me out! You’ve been such a huge help! :)

I hope everyone enjoys my two OC’s. I definitely enjoyed writing them!

I also want to take this time to address that this is my first time writing a character with a disability. I tried to do as much research as I could before just seemingly randomly putting a person with a disability into this fan fiction. I know it’s a great leap to take, and I’d just like to point out that it was a leap I was willing to take to broaden my horizon with different types of people.

Having said that, if the characterization seems stereotypical in any way, shape or form, PLEASE TELL ME ASAP!!!!!! The last thing I want to do is offend anyone who has experienced/ has a loved one who has a similar disability.

With that said, I hope you enjoy~! And as always, don’t be scared to leave feedback!!! :)

Rate: T

Words: 2563

Summary: An AU where the bruises and cuts of a soulmate appear on the skin. Gon becomes increasingly worried about his soulmate as he gets tattooed with new marks everyday, and hopes to find the person soon. Killua, on the other hand, has been brainwashed by his family to believe that the spots on his skin are a curse from the person who plans to target and kill him, as they believe learning about a soulmate would make him soft during jobs.

Chapter 5: Chocolates X and X Tests

Killua rolled a chocorobo ball around on his tongue idly while counting how much jenny he had left. The skateboard price had done a number on his wallet, little to his surprise. He realized his stupid choice had probably cost him a few nights of dinner; not that he hadn't done that in the past; many of his training sessions had consisted of days on end without food. Nonetheless he sighed as he leaned into his seat and looked out the window of the aircraft. Being able to eat new things was something he was looking forward to.

It was the price he paid for entertainment.

His ear suddenly caught word of a one sided bicker. “Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing?!” Killua peered over his seat curiously, wondering what had sparked the commotion.

There was a man, possibly about forty years of age, what with the scruff stubble and slicked brunette hair. His square jaw rose into a sneer, accompanied by thick scrunched eyebrows. He was a rather lanky, long legged man. “Well?! Aren't you gonna apologize?!”

His voice was raising above the head of a young female. She looked to be in her mid to late twenties. Her burgundy hair was tied up in a maroon striped ribbon, which Killua decided he really liked the color of.

The young Zoldyck realized that despite the fact that the man was repeatedly hounding at her for supposedly bumping into him, she never spoke a word back. She would repeatedly raise her shoulders, shaking her head without so much as a peep. It was obvious that whatever the man was mad about, it wasn't getting through to her.

Killua popped the rest of the chocolate into his mouth and, tossed the box into a trash bin next to his seat. He strolled over to the commotion, acting only mildly interested.

“Hey old man,” Killua's voice was monotonous. “Are you stupid? It's obvious she can't understand you. Give it up and leave her alone.”

Eyes snapped in Killua's direction, snarling at him in the process. “And who the hell are you, kid?”

“Doesn't matter.” Killua’s eyes started to go blank, creating an ominous atmosphere around the three bodies. “You’re just annoying and I’m already tired of listening to you speak.” Killua could see the fear radiating in the male’s unsettling gold-brown eyes. His body shivered once before gaining control over it again.

“Look here you little-” Killua didn't get time to register what he had said before a hand came smashing down on the taller body. An arm was twisted behind the owner followed by the most pitiful whimper Killua had ever heard.

But Killua was no longer interested in spitting fuel in the fire for mere amusement.

Now, he itched with excitement as the woman who Killua had falsely assumed was in distress moments ago had more than taken matters into her own hands. She had pinned the ignorant fool to the ground, with one hand, and was now sitting on his back; no big deal. Her lips formed an easy grin directed at Killua, but quickly brought an index finger up to her lips, telling him not to blow her cover as she continued a mischievous deed. Killua matched her grin and giggled silently before having his own fun with the man.

“You seem a little pinned there.” His voice laced with mockery. A stealthy hand moved to an occupied pocket, which revealed a wallet.

An embarrassed groan escaped his lips. “Alright you brats, I've learned a lesson. Now let me go!” He struggled underneath the tight grip; oblivious to the fact that his wallet was being stolen.

His hand pinned at the ground tapped three times as an extra sign of defeat.

Once the wallet had found a new secret home, the female eased her weight off him.

She left no room for further conversation, and turned her back to both males. Killua was still interested in the abilities of the woman, so he tagged behind her. “Hey you were really cool back there!” He praised. But there was no response.

Killua wondered why exactly she had never said anything. Was she mute? Or could she really not understand what was being said to her?

Killua thought carefully. It seemed she only really responded if the person speaking to her was face to face with her. It was then that she was able to make basic communications.

The answer hit him immediately.

She's deaf!

And she uses lip reading as a means to figure out what people were saying.

When the man yelled at her earlier, it's not that she didn't understand what she had “done” to him; she could tell what he was saying perfectly fine. It’s just that she didn’t care.

Which made Killua grin from ear to ear.

The ecstatic boy leaped out in front of her, his white hair bouncing excitedly. He repeated what he said for her to see. “You were super cool back there!”

Her eyes lit up immediately, and nodded frantically. “Thank you.” her voice croaked a bit, but it wasn’t hard to understand what she had said.

“I’m Killua,” he introduced calmly.

The woman was close to naming herself, when another feminine hand placed feverishly on her shoulder and twisted her around. “Zephyria!” The voice’s owner immediately started flaring. “Zeph, you can’t just walk off in the middle of the flight! You’re the captain of this air craft for God’s sakes! Get back to the control center!”

Killua’s jaw dropped.

This was the captain of the airship.

And he had just witnessed her pickpocket a man’s wallet after pinning him violently to the ground.

“Holy crap,” Killua muttered. Two eyes locked on him, then went gentle.

“Ah, sorry, I hope she wasn’t bothering you!” The speaker was a blond haired woman. Her hair was short; the longest strands in the front only barely reached her shoulders. The rest of her hair shortened as it reached the back, leaving the smallest traces of an undercut.

“Nah, she hasn’t bothered me. I got curious after she had a run in with some idiot.”

“‘A run in,’ you say?” She sounded entirely suspicious of the captain Zephyria. Her hand immediately shot out. “What did you take, Zeph?”

Zephyria stuck her tongue out, followed by the brightest of toothy grins. She shrugged her shoulders as if she was completely innocent of all charges. Her hands moved in a short rhythmic pattern, explaining something to her partner that Killua didn’t quite understand. “Oh, bullshit!” The blonde screeched. “I know for a fact you stole something so give it to me now!”

“She does that often?” Killua inquired.

“Too often,” a sigh answers. “She doesn’t actually mean any harm by it. She just likes playing around when travelers who, as she puts it, ‘are too high on their horse’.”

“Well the guy was too high on his horse.”

“Don’t encourage her!”

A laugh rang through the atmosphere, coming straight from the captain herself, stopping the two from engaging any further in conversation. Her ocean deep eyes sparked with even more excitement as she began signing to her partner once more. After she finished, both made eye contact with Killua. The blonde woman sighed once more and smiled.

“I guess it seems she’s taken a liking to you. She’s invited you to come back to the control room with us for the remainder of the flight, Killua.” Killua wondered briefly how she had known his name. But then remembered that it was right as he was introducing himself to Zephyria that the younger looking female made her entrance.

“Sounds, awesome!” He agreed instantaneously.

Killua kicked his legs happily as he drank a cup of hot chocolate that Kirah, who he discovered to be the name of the blond woman and Zephyria’s co-captain, had made. The drink warmed his throat deliciously and made his whole body feel replenished and full. If he wasn’t currently in the presence of the captain and co-captain of the aircraft, he would have probably laid down to take a nap after intaking the chocolatey beverage.

“So Killua,” Kirah began to question him. “What are you flying out to Zaban City for?”

Killua felt no reason to lie or beat around the bush. Even if they happened to be spies for his family, it’s not as if whatever information he told them would help them with anything. The things he would tell the women would be the information that his family already knew.

“I’m taking the hunter exam. I want to get a license so that I can get information on something.”

Both women trained eyes on each other before focusing back on Killua. “The Hunter exam, huh? Why’re you taking the exam?”

Killua tensed up. While he felt perfectly fine telling them that he was taking the exam, he didn’t feel nearly as comfortable explaining why, mainly because of two reasons. One, if the reasoning why he had decided to take the exam reached his family, they’d send someone to capture him and bring him home. Afterall, if they found that their supposed heir to the business was seeking freedom from the wretched occupation after making his final kill, they would be furious. Especially his mother. But he also realized that the two could also be working underneath his chaser.

“No offense,” He tried to tell them lightly. “But I’d rather not tell you. It’s a bit personal.”

Zephyria shook her head. “Then unfortunately Killua… We won’t be able to let you pass on into Zaban City.” Real, sincere regret could actually be heard in Kirah’s voice.

“Why?!” Killua’s protested immediately.

“Zeph and I are both examiners for the hunter exam. There are hundreds of thousands of applicants for the exam at any given year. Many hunters, like Zeph and I, are stationed at various travel vessels to weed out those who just wouldn’t make it through the exam for any number of reasons. If you can’t give us a reason, we can’t give you access.”

Killua pondered for a deep moment. So far, he liked both of the people he had spent the evening with. They didn’t seem to be bad characters, but he just wasn’t sure if he could actually let his guard down. There were many thin lines to tread and too much empty space in between.

“How do I know that you’re telling truth?” he asked cautiously.

“Well, we’ve got these.” Both women presented their licenses. The cards displayed a double crossed ‘X’ pattern. It was undoubtedly the logo for the hunter’s association. But the cards could be fakes. Killua knew of many people with access to creating fake identification. He assumed that fabricating a hunter’s license was nothing out of the blue. Furthermore, even if their hunter licenses were real, then it still didn’t exactly prove they were trustworthy. Hunters were known to be hired for jobs by other organizations and people. They could have just as easily been hired by his family or his pursuer.

“That doesn’t exactly prove you to be trustworthy.”

Zeph nodded, and signed to Kirah that she understood his reasons for the distrust. But unfortunately, he had no other choice but to trust them. If he didn’t, then the simple fact remained this; he would not be permitted to take the exam. Kirah translated.

“‘Fine,”Killua would be as vague as possible with them in hopes that if he gave some kind of answer, they would let him off the hook. “I’m looking for someone important. I figured that if I passed the exam, then I could use the informational database that only hunters can use to find them. I hear the hunters have lots of information that no other organisation or database has because of potential jobs and hunts.” He leaned back into his seat and crossed his legs from underneath him. ‘Please let that be enough. I don’t want to have to flip my switch….’

“Well Zeph, what d’you think?” Kirah asked calmly.

Zeph pointed a thumb in the air. “Good.” her voice was unsteady, but the confirmation was firm. Killua released the breath he held from deep within his lungs.

The rest of the ride to Zaban City took the time span of about two days, leaving three days to find the exam location. The drop off, Zeph had pointed out on a map, was at the far left of the edge of the city. Kirah told him that he wanted to go find an isolated cavern, which was farther up north of the city. There he would find a shortcut to the exam.

Before Killua departed, Zeph tapped his shoulder, and signed to Kirah for translation. Kirah immediately looked horrified. “Zeph, that’s cheating! We can’t tell him that!”

Zeph’s hand clamped her mouth and shushed her, before furiously motioning to Killua. They had at least a ten second stare down before Zeph smiled and kissed Kirah on the cheek. Kirah’s face lit a visibly red color, and Killua was confused as to the exchange that happened between the two. “Okay! Okay, Fine! God you’re stubborn!” Kirah had a noticeably big soft spot for the captain. “You’re really lucky Killua. Zeph is pretty much going to give you a one way ticket passed one of the trials you will face on your way to the exam. You’ll be presented with a question. Whatever you do, don’t answer it. Even if you are confidant that your answer is the correct one.”

“Why is she telling me this?” Killua raised an eyebrow.

“Because she likes you; you’re interesting to her. But she can also sense that you’re heart lays differently from many others, and that what you’ve experienced as a child is extremely abnormal. The answer that you would give would be entirely correct in your case; but it wouldn’t be the answer they’re looking for. She figures that such experiences shouldn’t be what holds you back from being able to take the exam.” Zeph pushed on her shoulder to continue. “ Zeph, calm down I’m getting to it! She also wants me to point out that just like you, she’s a sucker for mischief, as you could tell by her pickpocketing. So she doesn’t really care about the rules of the hunter association. She just wants to mess with them.” Kirah’s voice went bland when talking about her captain’s overwhelming urge to create trouble for no reason.

Killua laughed breathlessly. He confirmed to himself that if there were any other role model in the world he could have besides his father, it would definitely be Zeph. “Thanks Zeph, Kirah! I’ll keep your advice in mind!”

He was about to turn to continue on his way to the exam when a thought crossed his mind. “Hey Zeph, real quick.” He called out. “Why didn’t you pin that guy earlier when he first started yelling at you? Why did you wait until after I had butted in?”

She read his lips with a growing grin. Her answer was simple and didn’t need translating.

There were three motions made in her answer.

A point to him.

A wringing of the neck.

A point to the aircraft, where the man was presumably located.

“You were going to kill him.”

And Killua couldn’t have laughed harder.

Because she was entirely correct.

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A Hunter’s Prey: A Young Boy’s Trauma

Killua arrived in 4 weeks. The countdown of Killua’s return made learning Nen even more difficult and taxing than previous attempts. Rather than learning at my own pace, I had to speed through training that might take years to complete. The closest I ever got to this level of training was when I trained with Illumi. However, Gon’s training was relentless. We would always awake at the crack of dawn, followed by a small run around the forest, and lastly Nen training until I collapsed from exhaustion.

My only solace has been the heartache of missing Illumi finally dulled to a painful throb only felt when I had failed once again to hold Nen in my body for the full time. The two hour mark became a pain in my ass. I’d barely been able to break over 30 minutes within the past week that we’d been training.

“C-can we take a small break?” I asked after collapsing for the third time of the day. Gon had taken a seat on a moss covered rock that overlooked the sea and myself. He wasn’t paying attention to me. Even his childlike mind had too much stuffed into the time he’d been alive. I sighed while taking a seat next to him. “Gon?” I questioned in hopes of gaining his attention.

The boy finally turned to look at me with the plastered smile on his face. This time it didn’t reach his eyes. “Oh, yeah a break is fine.” With his untampered arm, he handed me my water bottle.

We looked out at the crashing waves far from the shore. A small tension filled the air as I wondered if I should ask him about what took up so much space in his mind. My hands absentmindedly played with blades of grass as the ocean breeze fluttered through my hair.

“Gon, what might be on your mind. You seem distracted today.”

His eyes never left a far off point in the sea. They were like a wandering traveler who was only here as a stop and knew the better and bigger world that awaited him beyond the shore; yet, he couldn’t go. “Yeah, I’m alright. Watching you use Nen makes me miss my own power.”

“What type of Nen did you have?”

“I am an enhancer. I use a rock, paper, scissors thing called Jajanken. It is so cool. I can demonstrate it for you,” said the boy with excitement returning to his demeanor. He stood up on top of the rock before he realized what he was doing. The physical manifestation of realization followed by sadness took over his small frame. “Or I could if I did have Nen. I am lucky though. I’m still alive.”

“What happened to make you lose your Nen?” I asked. Gon stepped off of the rock and sat back down onto it.

“I’ll tell you once you get to an hour,” he said before pulling out the timer once again. “You’re at 45 minutes. You’ve had a break for long enough.” His tone had sharpened like a knife. The awkward tension returned and fluttered with the ocean air.

I stood up and returned to my state of Ren. “I’m sorry,” was all I could say.

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Soon it was only 3 weeks until Killua’s return. I hadn’t made much more progress. Every single day felt like my body was splitting into two separate pieces. What was even worse was that Gon was refusing to help me as much as before. I don’t know what I said that ticked him off so much.

At this point in training, I’d been able to hold my Nen for 55 minutes. Too short for any explanation and long enough that I didn’t have as much time in the day. With sleeping, I had at most 7 hours to practice.

The morning runs became more difficult as Gon didn’t let me catch up to him anymore. He began sprinting through the forest; however, I did not have his experience. Unlike him, I did not grow up in the forest. I was stuck following in his footsteps rather than matching pace. Once arriving at the same mountaintop, we’d practice Nen.

Today, I was determined to hit that dreaded 1 hour mark. I had to or I would never get close to meeting the goal set by Gon. For hours, Gon would sit on the rock overlooking the ocean and watch the timer. He did nothing else for he was lost in his sea of thoughts.

Part of him reminded me of Illumi. His quietness reminded me of Illumi and I’s first meeting. Illumi was always so quiet and lost in his own thoughts. It wasn’t until he finally opened up to me that I could actually love him.

Illumi’s words of how no one has ever loved him before filled my heart. Because of everything that happened after we consumed our love, I forgot to digest the words. The pain sent a sting straight to my heart. Illumi only ever wanted love and I was the first person to give it to him.

My mind wandered to him sitting on that boat in the middle of the ocean. Was he alright? Was he still alive? How is Machi and Chrollo doing? During these weeks, I started to get nightmares about the events that had happened. Machi and Chrollo blame me for not being stronger. If only I had a way to control my power then Hisoka wouldn't have… No. I can’t blame myself for actions that happened in the past.

“One hour,” remarked Gon.

“Huh?” I questioned while dropping Ren.

“You’ve made it to a full hour. I’m a little surprised.”

“Oh. It’s already been an hour?” I looked out over the sea to see the sun had dramatically lowered in the sky. “I hadn’t noticed.” I took my seat next to Gon.

“I could tell.”

He, once again, handed me my water bottle as I took a full sip. I, also, hadn’t realized how thirsty I had become. While finishing the full bottle I remembered our conversation from a week ago. Would he want to discuss his past with me? Should I bring it up? I decided to try with a small “so…”

“I lost my Nen when I almost died. Alluka saved me from myself. If Killua hadn’t been there for me then I would’ve lost everything.” His words fell from his lips as if he was an adult recounting a time in his childhood. Gon continued, “A close friend of mine died because I wasn’t strong enough. His name was Kite. When he died, it was the second time he’d saved me. I owe Kite and Killua everything.”

“Kite? I’ve heard that name before,” I said while thinking back in my memory. “I think he was a contracted support for my work many years ago. I don’t remember much of him because I didn’t see him after the initial meeting. He’s a stoic quiet guy. My old boss never said anything bad about him. I’m sorry he lost his life.”

“Yeah, Kite was a good man.”

“You have a lot of good people in your life, Gon.”

Gon finally turned to look at me. He sniffed a bit while wiping his eyes with the unbroken hand. “You’re right.” I instinctively, wrap my arms tightly around this crying child. I hold him as he sobs deep, emotional trauma. From the cries, I could tell these were all emotions that had yet to be processed in his mind or he was still going through them.

“It’s okay,” I say, still holding him in my tired frame. “Everything will be alright.”

“Killua has always been there for me and when he needed me the most, I was too busy with my own thoughts. I hurt him so much and I-I don’t know how to..” His voice cut off back into another sob.

I held this crying child until his sobs turned into the shaky hiccups after a long cry. “Gon, explain what happened.”

“I went after Kite’s killer. She was so powerful that I had to use all the Nen left for the rest of my life. I told Killua that this fight wasn’t with him and that he should leave. So he did. I-I did mean to. I was just hurt and in so much pain and Killua wouldn’t understand. He couldn’t-”

“Gon, it’s okay. Killua saved you. He still cares about you. He’ll return. That’s all that matters. Truly, I’m more upset with the fact they allowed you on such a dangerous mission that could’ve gotten you killed.”

“It’s alright. I wanted to go. I had to save Kite but I should’ve brought Killua along. He is my best friend and I don’t know what I’d do without him.”

A smile crossed my face as Gon wiped away a few tears. The sun had fully set at this point. Darkness crept up on us. “Would you like some dinner from Aunt Mito? I don’t know about you but I’m starving.”

“Sure, Gon,” I smiled but after that day, I didn’t look at him like a child again.

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Only two more weeks until Killua would arrive. Time was running shorter and shorter. Everything felt like a ticking time bomb. Frustration grew as I couldn’t seem to grasp holding onto my Nen for more than an hour and 15 minutes. I only had such a short time.

After Gon’s confession, he finally was able to open up to me more. He told me about everything that happened with York New and about his friends Leorio and Kurapika. He told me about his adventures at the Hunter exam. He told me about Greed Island and the hunt for his dad. Lastly, he told me about meeting his dad.

The more stories he told me, the easier it was to hold my Nen. Within the past year, Gon held such an interesting life. Part of me wished that he’d tell me about what happened with Kite but I knew better than asking. Instead, I learned more about Gon than any other child.

It was nice to sit and listen to someone else talk. Illumi was never a talker.

“So when’s the wedding?” asked Gon. His question caught me off guard but I was still able to focus on the true task at hand.

“We haven’t picked a date or anything. Truly he asked me less than a month ago. I don’t know when we’ll get a chance. Most likely it’ll be at some place expensive as he is a Zoldyck.”

“Do you know that means you’ll be related to Killua?” asked Gon while jumping up and down.

I laugh and reply, “I’ll also be related to Milluki and Kalluto.”

“Wait, you've met Killua’s other siblings?”

“Yes, I have lived at the Zoldyck manor for a quarter of a year. We had a family dinner once which was a shitshow.”

“How’s Killua’s dad and mom. He rarely talks about them beyond what his father forced him to do as a kid.”

“Oh well his father is domineering and a presence. His mother is a nutcase. She’s a little crazy but so is his brother. Killua’s grandfather is cool though. He helped me with my Nen just like you. With Illumi’s family, it’s no wonder how he ended up the way he was.”

“Are you excited to be a part of the family?”

I’m not sure. They might actually kick us out of the house as Illumi isn’t the one to inherit the Zoldyck name. We haven’t really talked about it.”

“Illumi should inherit it. Killua hates his family. Illumi would be a much better head of the house than Killua anyway. He doesn’t want to become anything like his father.”

“Neither does Illumi. He only wants to be praised and loved.”

Gon looked at me a little strangely. “Same with Killua. Maybe you’ll be able to convince them to finally talk.”

“Yeah, maybe.” I chuckle while thinking how that conversation may go. Finally I released my Nen and felt the same exhaustion as before.”

“One hour and 16 minutes,” said Gon.

“Shit.

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One more week. One more week and I only felt weaker than before. At the week deadline, I climbed out of bed only for my stomach to churn and force me into the bathroom. The hotel room had become a new home for me. Throwing up last night’s meal given to me by Mito was disappointing. Mito was almost as delicious of a cook as she was kind hearted. Gon had been inviting me back to his house after training because I’d been here so long.

I knew I’d not felt well the day before but I chalked it up to finally getting within the 1:45 mark on time. Instead, I knew this was a whole new feeling. I hadn’t felt this sick in ages. My head ached and I’d become tired so quickly.

Standing over the porcelain bowl gave me a clarity that I had yet to have in the month since Illumi had vanished from my grasp. I muttered a quiet “shit” before emptying everything in my stomach once again.

I decided to cancel training for the first time ever. Even over the phone, I could hear Gon’s sadness. He asked if he could bring soup over later. I obliged his request.

Instead of staying in bed and trying to sleep it off, I decided to take a quick trip to the drug store. If my suspicions were right, I’d have a new problem on my hands.

My hands grazed over the test that lay on the bathroom counter. I’d only taken it a few minutes ago but my hands were already shaking. I closed my eyes and held up the plastic test so that it was in eyeshot when I opened my eyes.

As expected, the words “pregnant” lit up the screen. “Shit. Illumi got his wish.” I chucked the test across the room before lying back onto the bed with a million questions in my head. All of them falling to one answer, we never used protection.

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A Hunter's Prey: An Emerald’s Deal

After Gon and I’s encounter, we had to part ways. He had homework to finish and I had my skill to practice. My eyes watched as the small boy walked away into the deep emerald green forest. His walk even seemed to be too confident in his skill, himself, and his mind. It was awe inspiring to watch this child. Even as he went further away, I could feel the powerful aura emanating from his body.

A slight smile wrapped my face as I looked back over the sea. I need to practice my aura today or I would be in for torture tomorrow. Gon, while seeming wistful and naive, feels distrustful and uncaring towards my plight. If I was ever to find Killua, I had to gain his trust.

Aura was always hard to produce. It took so much of my strength that a three mile jog would’ve felt better. Instead, I took on top of a high cliff with a small flame wisping in the sea breeze. My goal was to try and replicate how I turned the flame into metal.

The more I focused my hand onto the flame, the more it sparked and grew; yet, the metal never came. Instead, I felt the heat radiating across my bruised skin. The ache of holding and producing the flame was wearing on my already shaky determination. How was everyone else able to be so amazing at their skill while I could barely hold a flame?

Clouds of questions permeated around my brain. It’s been so long since I was stuck in the rut of unknowing. Recently, Illumi had been so forthcoming with his thoughts. It took many months of convincing but I was finally someone he could reside in.

Once darkness clouded the sky, I extinguished the flame. My shaking hands turned over to reveal the sparking ring Illumi had given me. Given his wealth, I was nice but not too gaudy. It was as if he wanted to show off but stay hidden. A dichotomy which fit our relationship so well. We want to stay hidden while also being ourselves.

Raindrops hit the skin on my hand. My eyes registered the wet skin before my hands felt it. The burning ache must’ve dulled some of my sense of touch. A few more drops fell before I headed back towards the hotel and the old, crabby lady that ran it.

A full twenty four hours pass before I could see the green-haired child once again. This time, his bandaged arm was wrapped with new gauze. “Oh, hello, y/n!” he shouted over the crashing waves. His unbroken arm moved back and forth quickly. “I hope you’re ready today!”

His cheerful voice made me smile. “Were you able to finish up all your school work?”

Gon’s enthusiastic waving slowed as he put his hand behind his head. “Yeah, math isn’t as much fun as training. I wish I could show you how to do everything but I’ll be stuck telling instead. Plus I’ve never done this before so it might be a little terrible for a bit.

A chuckle fell from my lips before I finally caught up the child. “I don’t care if you’re terrible as long as you can help me. Illumi was one of my teachers so you can’t be as bad as him.” The mention of Illumi made Gon’s normally cheerful smile falter. “I-I didn’t mean to bring him up. It’s just a habit.”

“It’s alright,” said Gon before putting his hand into a fist. “First you’ll want to practice Ren until you collapse.”

“Ren,” I repeat trying to think back to the book that Illumi gave me. We’d skipped any step that wasn’t needed in protection or survival. “Ren is just using your aura around your body, right?”

“Yes! So I’ll keep time. You hold as long as needed. I can ask you questions to help pass the time.”

I sigh before pulling the aura around my body. Already, I felt hot and tired. Maybe I’d trained too much on my own the day before. Gon had pulled out a small timer before asking “so how did you end up with the Zoldycks especially Illumi.”

The question caught me off guard enough that I dropped my aura. “What?” I questioned.

Gon hit the timer and scoffed. “Three seconds isn’t that great but that means we have a lot of room to improve.”

“No, Gon,” I say while holding out my hand. “I’m sorry. I can go longer. Your question worried me. I’ll do better next time so give me another chance.”

Gon narrowed his eyes while resetting the clock. “There’s going to be a lot of things that catch you off guard. You’ll have to be prepared for that. I’ll let you go again but I’m going to take your next shot as the first official one.”

“Of course,” I say while igniting my Nen from deep inside of me once again. “Do you promise not to judge me?”

“Yes.” Looking into his emerald eyes, I knew he was telling the truth.

“A few months ago, I got a little too drunk at a bar…” My mouth spilled the rest of the story. It was as if this child had a grip on the string of truth and pulled everything out of my mouth. I did save him some of the details that were too much for a child; however, I told him everything else. All the feelings and pain poured out of me like the aura around my body.

By the time I had told the last of my story, I could feel my body give out. My knees collapsed and I fell to the ground. “There. That’s all I can give now.”

“Wow,” said the child as he sat next to me. “You lasted thirty minutes. The last ten, you were shaking.” He paused before clicking back to the start. “Isn’t it weird that you love him? He’s a real jerk. The first time I met him, he told Killua that he'd never be good enough to have any friends.”

“That sounds like him,” I sigh. My body was still trying to catch my breath. “He has high expectations but I’m guessing it's from his dad.”

“Really? Why?” Gon looked at the timer again. “Also once you can stand, you’re going to aim for longer.”

“Silva told Illumi that Killua was the only one that matters. Plus, Illumi did everything Killua did but earlier. Illumi told his father no when he was told to kill someone at two and he was beaten.” After a few more seconds, I finally was able to rise and get ready to use my aura once again.

Gon sat on a rock close to the edge of the mountain. “Ready?”

“Yes,” I mumble while holding my aura once again. I somehow felt weaker and stronger like a dull flame that could burst into a forest fire at any moment.

“Illumi’s just had a hard life. It took awhile for him to be able to trust me.”

“Illumi’s a monster,” replied Gon. “I wouldn’t have forgiven anyone that kidnapped me.”

“Yes he kidnapped me but it had to be done. A lot of terrible things would have happened had he not taken me away. Plus, once I’d been in the mansion, people would be hounding me to get back in and share Zoldyck secrets. Unlike you, I had no knowledge of Nen. I was a normal person before all this.

“Still,” mumbled Gon while watching the timer again. “I wish Killua was here to help explain why you should leave him.”

“Why isn’t he here? Shouldn’t your best friend be here to help with your injuries?”

“He’s with Alluka. We’ll meet up later but I have to make up some of my school.

I could feel my body starting to give. Was it really hitting that 30 minute mark? “When is he coming back?”

A smile fell on Gon’s face. “Maybe you’ll believe Killua if he tells you. He knows Illumi better than anyone else.” I could see the inner fight between him and his mind. “How about I give you a deal? I’ll introduce you to Killua if you can hold Ren for 2 hours by the time he returns?”

“Depends,” I say while finally falling to the hard ground once again. “When is he coming back?”

“You’ll have one month? Do you think you can take on the challenge?”

“Deal.”

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run away with me

summary: the best vacations shouldn’t be the ones taken with your best friend, running for your life because someone saw a problem they had to fix by blowing things up, but that’s how things work out. both gon and killua prefer it this way.

notes: happy killugon day! post-reunion chaos and mayhem and boys being idiots, some years down the line. why yes I did listen to carly rae jepsen the entire time why do you ask, that song is basically perfect. G, killugon, 2300 words.

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Killua didn’t expect to be running for his life when he woke up this morning. He’s on vacation, after all—vacation in a forest in the middle of nowhere, sure, but this is not the sort of place that leads to the thought “I am going to die today!” It’s an idyllic sort of forest, with lush green leaves the size of Killua’s hand on trees the size of skyscrapers, the forest floor covered with dense underbrush and vines crawling up and around trunks so wide Killua could build an entire house inside and still have room for a garden. The few clearings they’ve found are swampy grounds full of flowers in every color imaginable, including some that even Gon didn’t recognize—which he carefully cataloged for Spinner, in case she and her friends ever wanted to make it up this way, before tucking an orange one into Killua’s white hair and ignoring the screams of mosquitoes in their ears.

It’s not the sort of place that exactly screams romantic getaway, but Gon and Killua aren’t the sort of people who really need that sort of thing.

It’s also not the sort of place that’s supposed to have militant lumberjacks hellbent on chopping down the forest, who don’t take very kindly to vacationing Hunters stumbling into their camp and destroying their operations because someone thinks it’s bad for the animals. But the day has been full of surprises.

Surprises like the sound of a whirling buzzsaw headed at Killua’s face, thrown at nen-reinforced speeds too fast to actually see. He throws himself to the ground on instinct, a little crackle of electricity in his own aura that reminds him he hasn’t charged since they left the train station at the start of the week. High above him hanging from a branch by his ankles, Gon cackles gleefully, swinging to and fro like a spiky haired monkey. “Are you okay, Killua?”

“Shut the hell up, Gon!” Killua bellows. He has to roll as soon as the words are out of his mouth, only narrowly avoiding an ax as it spins past his shoulder and embeds itself a foot deep into the tree trunk. He hefts a stone, imbuing it with ren and more than enough electricity to knock out an elephant, and tosses it back in the direction of the shouts. The resulting boom and sound of bodies flying into trees makes him grin.

His best friend flips upwards, having easily avoided all of the blades, staves, and various other woodcutting tools thrown towards them from a hundred meters back. The lumberjacks learned early to keep their distance, although Killua probably can’t pull off another eruption of lightning like he did before and Gon only has so many of those big punches in him. “You know, this was your idea,” Gon says conversationally, like they’re not at risk of being horribly murdered.

Killua takes advantage of the brief lull of sharp things being thrown at him to leap up to where Gon is, hoping the shadows will cover them both for long enough to sketch out a plan of where to go next. Gon offers him a hand up, unneeded but no less appreciated. “I wanted a vacation!” Killua says. “Ikalgo never said anything about the forest being infested with assholes.”

Gon levels him with an incredulous look. “You let Ikalgo suggest a romantic getaway?”

“Fun, not romantic. Shit, Gon.” The thought makes Killua pause, and he tries to calm the worries that flood his head. “Would you rather have gone somewhere more…I don’t know, coupley?”

Gon looks like he’s mulling this over, willfully oblivious of the imminent death by lumberjack. “I guess the flowers were pretty nice. And the waterfall yesterday, that was cool!”

“The waterfall we only went over because you trashed these asshole’s camp.”

Gon smiles, a bright flash of white teeth that is entirely too innocent. “You helped! I never could have gotten all of their equipment fried like that, not even with my strongest punch.”

“I can’t let you have all the fun,” Killua says, and Gon’s grin widens, because it has been fun, in a weird sort of way that is absolutely and entirely them. “You have any idea how to get out of here?”

“Nope!” he says like it’s the greatest thing in the world to be stuck up a tree with murderous nen-using lumberjacks after him. And maybe it is, because he’s stuck up a tree with Gon. “You?”

“Yeah, maybe if we head southeast from here, I think the map Ikalgo gave us—” a map that had been lost along with most of their gear by going over the waterfall to escape the murderous lumberjacks “—said there’s a river that leads back to town. If we get there, we can lose those assholes, or lure them into a trap.”

Gon hums in acknowledgment, peering back down towards the forest floor. Far away, a bird call rings off the side of the mountains, echoing oddly despite the chaos-filled forest. It’s…weird. Too weird. Like all of their pursuers had mysteriously vanished. Or stopped. Or been stopped.

Gon notices, too. “Hey, Killua. You think it’s a little too quiet?”

“The lumberjacks scared off most of the wildlife,” Killua says. But there hasn’t been any noise since Killua relocated to the tree, a half-deafening silence compared to the chaotic mess they’d been running through until now. There’s a hundred reasons why that could happen, ranging from “got bored chasing a pair of Hunters” to “fell in a giant pit.” Killua hopes it’s more the latter, and that there were spikes at the bottom of the pit.

Whatever the reason, it’s the gap they need to get the hell out of here. “We should go while we can,” he says. Gon opens his mouth like he’s about to say something, but is stopped by the sound of splitting trunks and a thump like a two-ton boulder crashing through the forest. The lumberjacks begin bellowing again, this time with a noticeable tinge of terror.

“What—”

An enormous lizard monster barrels into the clearing behind them, dumping lumberjacks and pieces of hundreds-year-old forest with ever step and leaving a wide open path in its wake. On all fours, its head comes about halfway up the tree Gon and Killua are perched on, pebbled skin rippling with glimmers of gold and green. The lumberjacks, forcibly evicted from their cover in the trees by the force of giant angry beast, desperately scramble to get out of the thing’s way.

It looks up, black eyes shimmering with intelligence, and seems to lick its lips.

Killua gapes. “Great. Now we have a dinosaur trying to kill us, too?”

“That’s not a dinosaur, Killua. It’s a mountainous land moledragon. You don’t see a lot of those! They mostly live in alpine rainforests, and this is kind of out of its ordinary hunting grounds. I wonder if the lumberjacks woke it up.”

Said lumberjacks, no longer attempting to run away from the beast, set to attacking it with everything they’d been attacking Gon and Killua with before, making the dino—the mountainous land moledragon bellow, stomping with all four legs and making the whole forest tremble and leaves flutter down like green flags.

Gon nods. “See, if it were a dinosaur, it would sound more like a really big chicken—”

“I don’t care, Gon! Let’s get out of here before more of them find us.”

“Spinner will really want to know—”

“Running now, dinosaur later!” Killua grabs Gon’s hand and leaps off into the forest, electrifying his aura just enough to speed through the underbrush. If he used any more, he runs the risk of setting the forest on fire or losing Gon, and while his best friend is still pouting at the loss of the giant lizard, Killua’s just glad to get out of there.

“Southeast’s the other way. You sure you know where we’re going?” Gon asks after they’ve been running for long enough that they should have reached the river. Killua’s stopped using kanmuru, relying on his natural speed and Gon’s uncanny ability to find sure footing on the worst ground.

“It is not! We need to be heading towards the mountains.”

“No, it’s the opposite direction of the lake.”

“Why would it be there, we came from—”

The sound of mayhem explodes just behind them, and both Gon and Killua turn to see the moledragon spilling out of the trees, a few terrified lumberjacks barely hanging onto its flanks by what looks to be a makeshift harness made of rope and bits of tree trunks. The rest of the lumberjacks hurtle after them, calling out to their friends and screeching at the Hunters in equal volume. The moledragon snaps at the harness, swallowing two of the lumberjacks whole before they have time to scream.

That’s all it takes before Killua snatches Gon up in his arms and runs. No more time for argument, no worries that maybe Gon might be right this time about where to go. He flies over the forest floor, electricity singing in his hair and Gon’s voice laughing in his ear even as he’s still trying to yell that they’re going the wrong way. But Killua’s running too fast to care, and Gon’s arms are strong and warm around his neck and maybe this is all a vacation is supposed to be, Killua and his best friend and running—

But then the forest runs out way too soon, and Killua screeches to a halt just before he runs them both off a cliff.

The forest stretches out in front of them, nestled in the center of a valley dotted with shimmering lakes and a tiny line where the river curls its way out of the mountains and towards a village, somewhere far away. It’s like the green never ends, a world of its own with its own secrets to hide and its own adventures to make. Wisps of white cloud look almost like cotton candy against the mountains, nearly close enough overhead to touch. Far away, a flock of metallic birds bursts out of the treetops and glimmer in the sunlight as they ascend, too big to be anything Killua recognizes. Gon would probably know.

“I told you southeast was the other way,” Gon says.

Killua drops his best friend into the dirt, smirking when Gon whines from the sudden loss of support. He doesn’t need to be reminded. “We’re on vacation, right? This is supposed to be an adventure.”

Not an adventure that might get them killed, but hey. That’s part of the fun.

It draws a bark of laughter out of Gon, and Killua lets a smile grow on his face. “What do you think we should do?” he asks. “I’m running a little low on electricity, since we’re in the middle of nowhere. And you’re the one who seems to know where we are.”

Gon rolls his eyes, still lying prone on the ground. “I don’t know where we are, Killua. I know where we should be.”

Killua prods him with the toe of a shoe, right in the ticklish part. Gon squirms away at the last minute. “So where should we be, dumbass?”

Gon fidgets a little more, standing so he gets a better look at the forest below. “Wow, we’re really high up,” he mutters, and Killua elbows him because that is not helping. “Hey, Killua, I think that’s the clearing with Spinner’s flowers!”

Which is nowhere near where they need to go, and is actually useless right now when Killua can hear the sound of forest breaking and people screaming coming closer and closer. “And?” he demands.

“And—” Gon points out towards the river, his finger drifting away from the mountains and downhill “—we found what we’re looking for.”

“But how do we get there from here?”

Gon shrugs, a gleam in his eye that spells nothing but trouble. “We can go back through the forest with the moledragon. Or climb down from here? Maybe there’s a path…”

“How about I throw you off the cliff, and I’ll come up with a better plan for myself.”

“That’s no fair—”

The moledragon and the lumberjacks finally catch up with them, the former looking pleasantly well-fed as it crashes through the side of the clearing. There appear to be far less lumberjacks than there had been yesterday, and they definitely did not recently fall into a hole. They spill out of the clearing opposite the moledragon, trying to keep as much distance as possible between themselves and the beast while also cornering the pair of Hunters.

Serves them right, since they were trying to destroy the forest. Not that the moledragon is helping preserve the ecosystem, but this is its home. Judging by the vicious grin on his face, Gon’s ecstatic at this turn of events.

Gon glances between their opponents, sizing them up like he’s reading to fight them all. He probably would, if Killua asked. And he might even win, if Killua helped. “Do you have any plans, Killua?”

He makes a show of tapping a finger to his lips like he’s thinking. The head lumberjack growls, a noise echoed the moledragon. “I’m a little busy now, but I’m free tonight.”

Gon laughs. “Killua!”

“I’m serious! It’s been too long since we went somewhere normal. Let’s get ice cream. You’re buying.”

“No way. It’s your fault we got into this,” Gon says.

“It’s just as much yours. Just like everything.” He grabs Gon’s hand, lacing their fingers together so they’re palm to palm. Gon’s smile deepens, his eyes dancing in the sun.

The lumberjacks are still yelling something about intestines, or viscera, or what they’re planning on doing as soon as they get their hands on the wayward Hunters. The moledragon cocks its head at the humans, evidently trying to pick out which morsel it wants to devour first. And beneath Killua’s back foot, the edge of the cliff begins to crumble, bits of dirt cascading down…and down…and down…

Killua matches Gon grin for grin, a feeling like lightning making his blood race. “Besides. Even if it is not at all my fault we’re in this mess, I’m getting us out.”

“Yeah?” It’s a dare, a challenge, and a vote of trust all in a syllable, and Killua can’t help but love that. Love Gon.

So he tugs his best friend back towards him, kissing him fiercely. They only have a moment, but Killua relishes how perfectly Gon’s smile fits against his lips. Maybe this is exactly the right sort of vacation for them, after all.

“I definitely am,” Killua says, and throws them both off the cliff.

It’s a long way down. Gon laughs the entire way.

#killugon day #hunter x hunter #hxh #hxh fic #killugon #if you cut down a forest you will be eaten by a dinosaur #i don't make the rules #listen to your friendly neighborhood hunters and don't cut down forests #gon freecss #killua zoldyck #not a dinosaur a moledragon #my writing

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xyliane · 7 years ago

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sunburnt, sunblind

summary: the problem isn’t necessarily the sun or the heat, killua will later realize, it’s that he never learned how to deal with the sunburn.

notes: you know what the most unrealistic thing about hxh is? killua goes to middle-of-summer whale island and does not turn into a burnt tomato boy. G, killua zoldyck character study, including zoldyck family (so mentions of child abuse, misgendering, illumi), killugon but also killua & alluka & nanika, and killua & mito because family dammit. 2800 words

---—

Killua first saw an eclipse when he was almost too small to recognize what it was—before his first individual kill, but after he’d learned his little sister could make cakes appear out of nowhere if he asked the right way. Illumi had taken him outside, hand long and wrapped entirely around Killua’s much smaller one.

“You must be careful in the sun,” he’d said, fastening a pair of weirdly-shaped glasses to Killua’s face so that the world became dark and dim, little pinpricks of light left to orient himself to his surroundings.

“But I can’t see the sun,” Killua protested, head tilted upwards towards the eclipse. “The sun isn’t even there.”

Illumi hadn’t smiled, not that Killua could see, but it felt like he did, and Killua liked that. Those days, Illumi was only happy when Killua did something correctly, different from how he used to be happy simply at Killua’s happiness, but sometimes he’d be happy simply that Killua tried to do it right. “That is the point, little brother.”

—

When he is young, Killua learns that standing out in the sun, whether in the heat of midsummer or the clear blue skies of winter, makes his pale skin redden and peel and burn. It itches horribly, and he tries to scratch even when his parents and oldest brother smack his hands away—another form of training, he guesses, if less painful and more annoying than the others. He bears it, like he bears the electric shocks and the days with a blindfold wrapped around his eyes, and listens when he’s told never to spend so much time in the sun again.

When he is a little older, Killua learns that staring into the sun for too long causes blindness—not the fake sort that Milluki makes, or the sensory deprivation of being in a windowless room for too long, but permanent and lasting. Like the scars Father and Mother both have, like the scars Killua is slowly collecting to match. Perhaps Alluka could wish it away if Killua asked, but he doesn’t want to bother his sister about eyesight when he could be getting cake. And Killua, who is to avoid the sunlight anyways, doesn’t find it terribly difficult to avoid looking directly at the sun overhead.

It’s not as though Killua doesn’t spend time outside. Training means obstacle courses and visiting Mike at the Testing Gates and clamoring up and down Kukuroo Mountain with nothing but his hands and sneakers, learning to survive for a week on the grounds with no help from the butlers that trail him carefully and unseen. But he sticks to shadows, hides under broad leaves or at the edges of caves, staying out of sight of the warm light passing overhead. The sun isn’t something an assassin should seek out. Assassins are made for the darkness, for the places the light doesn’t touch.

Killua’s eyes get used to shadows, but some part of his skin misses the warmth of spending a whole day outside. He chalks it up to sunburn and does his best to ignore it.

—

It’s only reasonable, Killua will later rationalize, that he thought of Gon as light. After so long in the dark, in shadows, his best friend was someone who burst into his life more like an ongoing explosion than a person, someone who was always there, would always be there if Killua needed to turn. Dangerous to look at for too long, dangerous to stay close to, but warm and bright and life-giving just as much as he is scalding and blinding and destructive. Who else could burn scorch marks into his retinas, into his skin, into his heart, if not a person made of sunlight?

And Killua was burned, and blinded, and then the sun went out entirely. Because at thirteen it’s easy to forget you can’t have only one source of light, that sometimes you need to provide your own. If the sun was the only star in the sky, nights would be terribly dark and lonely.

—

Alluka isn’t meant to live in the darkness. Even her room, far away from the light of the sun, is brightly illuminated from the first time she’s sent there. The lamps, yellow and white by turn, glow warmly from cartoon drawings of the sun and moon, and they brighten and dim as though they’re outside.

“But we want to be outside,” she insists, yellow crayon breaking in her tiny four-year-old fists. She glares at Killua with eyes identical to his, her hair cropped in short waves. Alluka herself is bright and glowing, and when she grants wishes the black-eyed person inside of her glimmers with the same happiness.

At six, Killua can do a lot of things. He can make his nails turn into claws (it hurts a little), he can rip someone’s heart out (it bleeds too much), he can recite every prime minister in the world (even ones that don’t count like the man from East Gorteau). But he’d trade all of that (especially the prime minister one) for his sister’s bright smile. “What if we go now?” he asks.

“Mama won’t let me until the next wish,” she says. “I told her I’m a girl and she said to wait.”

Killua turns this over. There’s no telling when the next wish will be, and Father and Mother have been slow to offer new wishes. Killua doesn’t know why—Alluka’s always happy to grant his wish. Which gives him an idea. “What if you grant my wish, and then we can go outside?”

His sister smiles, wide and blinding. She’s missing one of her front teeth, like a sunspot in the middle of the sun. “More cake?”

Whenever he can, Killua asks for cake. So he asks, and she gives. This time, it’s a cake in the shape of the same cartoon suns hanging around her room and scrawled all over the floor, and it tastes like honeycrisp and vanilla. He tucks his sister onto his back, her fingers still sticky with frosting and an extra piece tucked away somewhere for later, and he does his best impression of Grandpa’s best sneaking, darting around butlers and bolting through blind spots in the video cameras.

Illumi still catches them on the last flight of stairs, an immense shadow darkening the sunlight just beyond. Alluka lets out a little sniffle, and Killua scowls at his big brother. “She wanted to go outside!”

“He doesn’t get to,” Illumi says and plucks Alluka off of Killua’s back like she weighs less than the piece of cake she scrambles to recover from his hood. Crumbs tumble into Killua’s hair, little flecks of yellow against his white curls. There’s something like disappointment in his black eyes, the flat line of his mouth. He’s never pleased anymore, not even when Killua is correct and right and good. “Father wants to see you.”

“But Alluka, she’s a little girl, she just—”

“Go, Kil.”

Killua goes, following the shadow his brother casts back down the stairs and promising to himself that, even if he shouldn’t be in the sun, he’ll tear it out of the sky and burn himself to bits if he can give it to his sister.

—

Back when Killua had first visited Whale Island, it had seemed it was the only place in the world untouched by darkness, when Gon tugged him off the ship and loudly informed the portmaster this is my best friend Killua and he’s going to stay here for a month and it was his birthday recently so be nice! (Like no one would be nice to Gon, a twelve year old with a smile made of sunshine and promises that stuck like bubble gum in Killua’s white hair). At twelve, Whale Island was everything Killua had never thought possible, a place he could stop and breathe and be a kid, even if he was a kid lectured by a scowling Mito Freecss about the importance of sunblock and utterly ignore the lecture until his skin ached to the touch and even lying down for bed felt uncomfortable.

(“I can handle it,” Killua protested as Gon snuck, zetsu-quiet, back into the room with a bottle of aloe salve. “It doesn’t hurt that much.”

“If you don’t take care of a sunburn now, it’ll hurt more later,” Gon promised and slathered the cream everywhere the sun had touched, his own skin not burnt but browned even darker than normal. It hadn’t hurt, but Killua’s skin had blistered and peeled and ached nonetheless and Miss Mito wouldn’t let him out of the house again without a hat. He’d still burned, leaving Whale Island with little freckles spread across his shoulders that would vanish as soon as they arrive in Yorknew, but Killua wouldn’t change any second of it.)

Now, trudging up a path he’d raced through a lifetime ago (raced with someone, raced because it was someone else’s race but he couldn’t lose), Killua knows that darkness comes in different shapes and sizes. There’s no bloody-minded political assassinations here, no risk of murderous thieves or back-alley muggings. But darkness here is in the corners, like everywhere else, in the risk of natural disaster or loss of businesses as ships creep in and out of season. In heartbreaking loneliness and the listless nights, in the risk of illness from the jungle or the sea that can’t be cured without the long ride to the mainland. In children who grow up and move away and maybe never come back.

Maybe darkness isn’t the right word. Maybe it’s just life, light and dark and everywhere in between.

Mito Freecss greets him at the top of the path, smile the same as it was when Killua had been twelve. “Alluka said you were coming,” she says in a tone that wishes her boys would call once in a while.

Killua flushes a little and shifts his bag from one shoulder to the other. “She’s sorry she can’t make it this time. Her quals are next week.”

Gon’s mom nods. “That’s alright, Killua. Are you staying long?”

Afternoon sunlight warms his back, briny breeze tangling his hair where it’s not already a mess of salt and sailing. Whale Island might not be perfect, but it feels alive. “A little while,” he says.

He gets a brilliant smile, understanding what he doesn’t say, and Killua’s face warms. Mito turns, shoulders and back straight and strong with a lifetime of work that turns her brown skin freckled and her hands calloused. Like her son’s, in so many ways. “Then help me bring in the vegetables. And be sure to stack your laundry next to the right tubs this time, the line’s only half-full so we can take care of that before settling in for the night.”

Killua’s bag is in its usual place, his clothes dumped next to what must be Gon’s, before he realizes, even without his sisters, even without his best friend, this place feels like sunlight and shadow and warmth. It feels like home.

—-

When Killua is sixteen, he discovers the cakes he’d wished for as a child all come from a trio of bakeries in a tiny village most of a week’s journey up the coast from Zaban City. Nanika, in her impossible childlike wisdom, had found bakeries that only together could afford the mysterious losses of random cakes, bakeries with as many types of cakes as there are needles on a pine tree. Alluka allows herself to be dragged to the shops, and only protests a little when Killua spends nearly every cent he’d earned on his most recent job buying all three of the shops with more money than the bakers likely see in a year.

It’s the least he can do, after all. And the cakes are still as delicious as he remembers.

The day is impossibly sunny and the cake is just as good as he remembers it, and all the better because this time, his sisters get to share—all three of them, he insists, as they sit on a bench outside of the middle bakery with a dozen cakes between them and promises for a dozen more before they leave. It’s not the first time they’ve done this, sitting together and enjoying the day, and it will not be the last, another day of traveling out in the sun, buttercream melting on his fingers and scraped off of his sisters’ skirts.

Nanika doesn’t sunburn, not like her other self or her big brother, not even with her black eyes and flaky white skin. But her smile is warm enough to make up for that.

—

It’s a long time before he sees Gon again. It’s not intentional (not entirely, they just needed space and time), and it doesn’t hurt too much (he’s used to pain, after all, and a broken heart merely aches once it’s done bleeding out). The hug Gon nearly buries him with isn’t even painful, no matter how their ribs ache with how tightly they hold on (because if Gon hadn’t tackled him first, Killua would have done the same exactly thing, too-smart little sisters and public bus station be damned).

What does hurt, worse than tearing open sutures on a messily-closed gash, is the flood of emotions that glimmers in Gon’s eyes as they separate, turning brown into glimmering floods of amber. But it’s not blinding anymore, Killua can still see clearly, or as clearly as is possible with tears blurring his own vision.

So he can see Gon reach towards him, tracing damp cheeks oh-so-gently with fingers made unfamiliar by training they didn’t do together and the months of homework Aunt Mito made him do alone, and doesn’t stop him. Instead, he leans into the touch, and Killua feels warm. Too warm, really—Gon’s hands press firmly now, and Killua’s skin aches with a too familiar warning.

“You got sunburned,” Gon says, quiet and hesitant, and pulls away. The chill as his fingers leave Killua’s cheeks is almost a relief.

Killua shrugs. “I’m used to it.”

Gon shakes his head and shrugs his bag to the ground, rummaging through the brown and green canvas to find something. “Killua, if you don’t take care of it now—”

“It’ll hurt more later.” Killua crouches down, grabbing his best friend’s hand to press it back against his sunburnt cheeks. It still hurts, and it’s still too warm, and Gon looks at him with wide eyes and breath caught in his throat. “It’s just a sunburn. I’ll be okay in a few days.”

For a long moment, Gon doesn’t move, gaze locked on Killua’s and fingers firm against the redness across Killua’s cheeks. But then he relaxes, thumb flicking from the burn down to the pale skin across Killua’s chin that only became a little pink. His smile is brighter than stars, but it doesn’t burn in a flashfire anymore, turning everything in its path into ash and coal. It’s just…warm. Warm and bright and steady like the sun on a cloudless day and more than ever before, Killua wants to bask in it.

“You’re okay now,” Gon says. And when Killua can’t help but smile back, Gon’s smile blossoms like a sunflower following the sun.

—-

Gon doesn’t come back to Whale Island, not this time. He’d left Killua a message a few weeks back, the sort of message he always leaves before vanishing—on a hunt, on a training trip, on a search for the perfect flower to match Aunt Mito’s garden. When Killua vanishes, he does the same. That’s the deal: they tell each other, at least a little bit, what they want to do even if they don’t say where they’re going or for how long. Those questions aren’t what they’re interested in, anyways.

Did you get what you wanted? they ask each other. And if the answer is anything other than yes, then it had better be a damn good story.

Killua wanders off to the cliffs, the ones he’d first realized as much as he didn’t want to be his family, he didn’t know what else he could want. At night, the stars will stretch impossibly bright, impossibly far, full of impossible dreams Killua’s not sure he or Gon ever really fulfilled as well as they wanted to. But during the day, it’s just a grassy cliffside, old firepit long unused and ocean a distant echo of waves.

Gon’s not there, but Killua feels him in every sea-cracked stone, in the blades of grass under his feet, in a breeze that smells of salt and sounds like someone calling his name. He doesn’t need to smile for Killua to feel sunlight warm and familiar on his face, to feel life growing all around him.

But before Gon, Killua hadn’t much considered what it would be like to stand in the sun until his cheeks ache and his nose is red, for no other reason than to bask in the warmth.

It hurts, but that’s okay. Getting what he wants means being sunburnt a little now and again.

#hunter x hunter #hxh #hxh fic #killugon #killua zoldyck #alluka zoldyck #illumi zoldyck #gon freecss #mito freecss #look a killugon fic where gon almost entirely doesn't show up #in MY WRITING #how odd #abuse mention #misgendering #my writing

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decembercamiecherries · 8 years ago

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Crowded Cafés and Empty Streets

Have some stress relief killugon that I wrote earlier today and just finished editing now bc I’m slowly dying on the inside after taking a three hour test.

Killugon Miraculous Ladybug AU! Featuring a blushy Gon, a very confused Killua, a teasing Palm, a nervous Ladybug and a comforting Chat Noir- yes, they really are all in this.

Word Count: 2145

Links:

BEAUTIFUL fanart by emthimofnight that sparked this whole au

Miraculous x Hunter tag with other drabbles, asks, etc & the ao3 series page

“Okay, so, how about this one for kiss, marry or kill: Ladybug, Chat Noir, or Professor Wing?”

There was a strangled squawking sound. Gon looked left just in time to see his best friend’s mouth fall open, pale cheeks blooming red.

“Are you okay, Killua?” he asked with a hesitant smile.

“I’m-” Killua’s face was growing darker by the second, the way it always did when he whenever he got really embarrassed or anxious, “-um. I’m f-fine.”

“What’s with that expression, hmm?” Palm’s eyes glittered as she leaned forward on their tiny cafe table. “Don’t tell you’re so sensitive that you get embarrassed over a silly little game like this?”

Killua glowered. “Shut up, as if! I’m not that bad.”

“Then why are you blushing so much?”

“Maybe…” Gon pondered and Killua’s head snapped around to glare at him. Gon continued on anyway, totally unfazed by the murderous aura radiating of the silver haired teen, “Maybe you actually like like Ladybug or Chat Noir, Killua? That’s the only reason I can think of why you’d be acting like this.”

One of Killua’s blue eyes twitched. “You have got to be joking.”

“No, I agree with Gon,” Palm said and Gon giggled at Killua’s drawn out groan.

“You two are horrible,” Killua muttered. “Why the hell would I like Ladybug or Chat Noir?! Ladybug’s got a cool power but the guy has so much energy that he’s practically bouncing off skyscrapers half the time-”

Gon frowned, unable to hold the flicker of annoyance off his face. He did not do that! Well, maybe sometimes he did. But definitely not most of the time!!! Chat always made sure to bring him back if he ever got too distracted, so it was fine, right?

“- not to mention he carried me bridal style that one time even though I totally didn’t need his help!”

“You did need his help,” Gon said lowly.

“Did not! You weren’t even there, what do you know?!” Killua hissed at him and Gon just barely held back a bark of laughter at the irony of Killua saying that to him. “And Chat, on the other hand, is just…”

“Just what?” Palm prodded, nudging Killua’s shoulder.

Killua shoved her away with a scowl. “He’s just some random dude in a cat suit! I don’t know why anyone would find that attractive- especially that stupid bell. Ugh. Talk about dumb costumes.”

“You’re wrong,” Gon said before he could stop himself.

Killua blinked, clearly taken aback. “Huh?”

Whoops, I shouldn’t have said that, Gon thought with alarm. Killua didn’t know he was Ladybug, much less the fact that Ladybug happened to have a massive, mind-blowing crush on the ‘dude in a cat suit’, as Killua had put it.

But he had to say something now that Killua and Palm were staring at him.

“Uh, I-I mean,” Gon stammered. His face was on fire right now. “Chat’s really cool, you know? He’s always so graceful in akuma fights with his jumps and spins and everything. A-And its really amazing how he knows to use is ability to his advantage even though its supposed to bring bad luck. And, I think he’s…”

Gon trailed off as he remembered racing Chat across rooftops just last night, out of breath and high on adrenaline. He remembered Chat’s sharp-teeth grins and how Gon’s stomach twisted into knots whenever those glowing blue eyes glanced in his direction. He remembered the way his heart stuttered and soared every time he saw Chat’s lithe figure effortlessly leap and twist in the air.

“Gon?” Killua’s voice dragged him back to the present. Both Palm and Killua were looking at him with worry-clouded eyes and furrowed brows.

Gon took a deep breath. Then he admitted quietly, cheeks aflame, “I think Chat’s kind of beautiful, actually.”

“W-What?!”

Killua’s expression was nothing short of flabbergasted but Gon nodded stubbornly despite the nervous roll of his stomach. He refused to take back what he knew to be the truth. Chat was an enigma wrapped in black leather. He shone in the moonlight on even the darkest of nights. And Gon wanted nothing more than to pull back that dark mask and find out the identity of his most trusted ally and long-time crush.

“So-” Palm said with a suggestive smile, “- I’m taking that to mean you’d choose to make out with or marry Chat Noir? You’d have to kill Ladybug or Professor Wing, though.”

“Yes!” Gon said immediately, ignoring Killua’s surprised sputtering in the background. “Well, actually, I’d marry Chat because then I could make out with him whenever I wanted.”

“I can’t believe this,” Killua said weakly.

“Why?” Gon asked, confused. He didn’t get why Killua was acting so weird! It wasn’t like the topic was taboo. They’d talked about Ladybug and Chat before.

“Because! It’s just. It’s kind of, uh.”

“Kind of what?”

Killua scrunched his nose. “It’s just really weird to hear you talk about anyone like that! You’ve never shown interest in kissing or even dating anyone for real. And, no, I don’t count your idiotic platonic dates as actual dates!”

Palm’s eyebrows shot up. “Excuse me? What was that about platonic dates?”

“Gon goes on platonic dates with girls that ask him out.” Killua crossed his arms over his chest with a sour expression on his face. “It’s ridiculous. It’s like he can’t outwardly reject anyone.”

“I can!”

“No,” Killua said flatly. “You can’t. You’re too nice, that’s why they all like you.”

Gon stuck his tongue out and Killua flicked him in the forehead.

“Ow!!! Killua, that hurt!”

“Good, that mean’s you’ll stop acting like a little kid all the time, then.”

“I was not-”

“Alright, that’s enough you two!” Palm interrupted, but her voice shook with repressed laughter. “No more fighting! I’m dying to hear about these platonic dates. Do you kiss them on the cheek afterwards like a proper gentleman, too, Gon?”

“Paaaalm,” Gon whined as Killua snickered. “It’s not like that! I’d only kiss someone I’d really like!”

“Someone like Chat Noir, then?”

Gon’s pulse skyrocketed and for a second he forgot to breathe. His skin tingled like he’d been struck by lightning as he imagined what it might feel like to have those pale, thin lips pressed against his own.

What should he say? He hadn’t told anyone about his intense feelings for his superhero partner, not even Killua-

“I’m tired of this game,” Killua announced suddenly and his chair made a loud screeching sound as he pushed away from the table. “I’m going to get more hot chocolate. You’d better not still be talking about this when I get back.”

“You’re such a kill-joy!” Palm yelled at Killua’s retreating back. Killua stuck up his middle finger without turning around and Palm let out a laugh that sounded like a witch’s cackle. It was so loud other people turned to stare at them.

Gon fidgeted in his plastic chair. He was glad that Killua had changed the topic, but…

But why was it, though, that he could see the back of Killua’s ears burning bright red as he walked away?

“Hey, Palm?” he asked.

“Hm?”

“Do you think Killua is acting weird?”

Palm gave him a funny look. “No? He’s being his usual grumpy and sassy self. You know how he is better than anyone, Gon- you two practically live together! He’ll be in a better mood once he gets his chocolate, you’ll see.”

Gon bit his bottom lip. Maybe he was just being paranoid?

Or maybe Killua was hiding something from Gon.

“What’s wrong?” Chat Noir asked and Gon jumped.

“I- uh, what?”

Chat rolled his shinning, azure eyes. Gon couldn’t help but notice how beautiful Chat’s hair looked in the glowing moonlight; it shifted and brightened like melted silver as the pair walked side-by-side down an empty street.

Chat repeated, “I said, what’s wrong? You keep making that face.”

Gon frowned. “What face?”

“Y’know, the one where you do the thing-” Chat made a vague gesture with one of his clawed hands, “- the thing when you bite your bottom lip, gaze off into the distance and sigh a lot? That one?”

“I don’t do that,” Gon said immediately.

“Yes,” Chat insisted. “You do.”

“No, I-”

“Ladybug.”

Gon shut up at Chat’s tone. But the soft expression on what little Gon could make out of Chat’s face made his legs go weak.

“I can tell when something’s up with you,” Chat said, more gently this time. “Okay? We’ve been friends for years now.”

Heat slowly crept onto Gon’s cheeks behind his spotted red and black mask. Years? Had it really been that long? It felt like he had known Chat forever.

“You’re spacing out again.”

“Ah!” Gon flushed harder. “I’m sorry! I was just…”

“Thinking,” Chat said as he tucked his hands behind his head. “I know. What were you thinking about? Is it the same thing you’ve been thinking about all night?”

Should Gon tell him? It wasn’t like Gon had a problem telling Chat his identity, far from it. He had wanted to tell Chat the truth about who he was for ages now. Chat was the one who didn’t want to know.

Better go the safe route, then. He didn’t want Chat to get mad with him.

“It’s my friend,” Gon said finally. When Chat flicked his tail to show he was listening, Gon continued hesitantly, “It’s my best friend, actually. He said something today when we were playing a game, and I couldn’t help wondering…”

“Wondering what?”

Gon whirled around to face Chat and blurted out, “Am I too energetic?!”

Chat blinked. “Uh. What?”

“Do I have too much energy?” Gon said again. He sounded desperate to even his own ears, but he couldn’t help it! He nervously fiddled his thumbs as he asked, “Am I- do I annoy you, because of it? I know I get distracted really easily and sometimes I go too far, but I really don’t mean to do it and I need you to tell me if I ever get too bad because I-”

Chat abruptly flicked Gon’s forehead.

“Ow!” Gon cried out, slapping his hand over the stinging skin. It had been the exact spot Killua had flicked him earlier that day. “What was that fo-”

“For blabbing,” Chat said as he shook his head. “Jeez. If I didn’t do that you’d be yapping on until morning.”

Gon pouted and rubbed his forehead. “Does that mean you really do find me annoying?”

Chat snorted. “You’re annoying, sure. But I don’t mind.”

Gon froze. What?

“What?” he said out loud and Chat huffed.

“I don’t mind your energy,” Chat said sincerely, looking directly at Gon’s so the other teen could see the truth shinning in his eyes. “I don’t mind that you talk a lot, or that you get easily distracted. Is it a pain in the ass sometimes? Sure, ‘course it is. Especially when we need to focus on something important. But-”

And it was here that Chat reached out to grasp Gon’s upper arms. Gon’s heart jumped up into his throat and he was suddenly hyper-aware Chat’s fingers digging slightly into Gon’s muscles, how his claws lightly scratched against Gon’s Ladybug suit.

Chat squeezed Gon’s arms reassuringly as he said, “But that’s all part of who you are, Ladybug. You’re crazy and kind of wild, but you’re my partner. And one of my closest friends. Being energetic isn’t a bad thing; who else could keep up with me, or make me run in circles if you weren’t like that? I would be so bored all the time if you weren’t so energetic.”

Gon laughed breathlessly. His whole body was hot, now. There was a tingling warmth growing in his chest and making his toes curl. He felt like he could fly.

“You really mean it?” he asked helplessly.

“Yes. Now stop with the sighing, alright? I’m sure your boyfriend didn’t mean to upset you by saying that.”

Gon’s mouth fell open. “I-! No, you’ve got it all wrong! My friend isn’t- he’s not my boyfriend-”

“Mhm, sure,” Chat said with a smirk, arms falling back to his sides, and Gon momentarily mourned the loss of Chat’s hands on him. “Whatever you say, Ladybug.”

“I’m not lying!” Gon protested.

“Oooookay.”

“Chat!”

But his partner just laughed freely. He suddenly leaped upwards into the air without warning, leaving Gon to gape after him.

Gon shut his mouth a second later and smiled to himself. He could still feel the strange giddy warmth bubbling up inside him; it was like his heart was doing back flips and somersaults in his chest.

If Chat didn’t mind his energy, that was enough for Gon. They could still be Chat Noir and Ladybug- partners, friends...and maybe one day, something more.

Chat had been the one Gon would’ve chosen to marry, after all.

#dc writes #killua zoldyck #gon freecss #killugon #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug au #miraculous x hunter #palm siberia #it's all from Gon's pov this time #shocking i know #XD #this was a lot of fun to write #Gon's cute #ladynoir

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I LOVE the miraculous au so much it's just so *clenches fist* well written and thought out!!!!! Here's a quick thought what if there was a class overnight trip????? Just gonna put that right here for yah palio! 💕👌

So. The second I got your ask I sent a message to @emthimofnight to see what they thought about this. Below is what we brainstormed (pretty much all of it by emthim though haha) and below that are some small drabbles of this since there’s no way I could write the whole thing ^^;

So you guys get to see a look into the spamming that is me and emthim’s messages about this au hahahaha

But yeah here we go! Thank you for the ask, it was super fun to think about ^-^

Links:

emthim’s Miraculous x Hunter fanart that started this whole AU

my miraculous x hunter tag with other drabbles

Brainstorming:

so a bunch of kids from Gon and Killua’s school go on a class camping trip to a forest preserveto learn more about nature for their biology class or something

Zushi is there

he’s a year younger than Gon and Killua and looks up to them a lot and kind of sort of has crushes on both of them??? (more so on Gon bc he’s more approachable but still)

Zushi thinks they’re just both so cool and amazing and wow

He feels special that he gets to be a (small) part of their relationship

Kite is the biology teacher and shows them interesting species and insects its great

Knuckle and Shoot are chaperones. Zushi has so much fun with them but they get him in trouble a lot haha

The bus ride over would be fantastic of course

cue Gon, Killua and Zushi being dorks and causing trouble on the bus

Killua squished between Gon and Zushi bc nope, I love you Zushi but THERE IS NO WAY YOU ARE SITTING NEXT TO GON NOPE

Killua can kind of tell Zushi crushes on Gon so there’s no way he’s letting Zushi get that close to his best friend lol

He’s kind of like, ‘ummm who do you think you are? Who’s the best friend in this situation? Its definitely not you buddy. You’re good but not that good’

But of course Zushi wouldn’t mind sitting next to Killua either though……………

And they throw chips and stuff at each other and complain about how hot it is XDDDD Its all good and fun

And when night falls they tell stories around the camp fire and makesmores

Killua puts like double chocolate on his smore obviously bc this is Kilua we’re talking about here

Gon gets it all over his face and Killua wipes it off out of instinctand earns a lot of looks for it like wow

Killua dies from embarrasment XD

Killua tells a really spooky story that scares Gon and Zushi

When they retire to their tents, Zushi comes over to theirs for a while to chat and hang out

Killua and Gon share a tent because yes they’re that close

When Zushi leaves Killua is relieved because he finally gets somealone time with Gon and then BOOM akuma–maybe from someone playing a prank onanother student like unleashing a jar of Kite’s insects into their tent

The forest is close enough to Yorknew for Meruem tosense it

Campfire scene first for emthim~ :

“What are you saying, Gon?” Killua asked hotly and Zushi winced at his tone. Killua sounded really annoyed this time. “There’s no way Ladybug could defeat Chat Noir on a one-on-one fight.”

Gon didn’t seem to notice Killua’s anger, though. He just puffed out his cheeks indignantly. “Yes, he would! Ladybug’s got his yo-yo!”

“So?”

“So, that’s the strongest ability out of all the Miraculouses! Chat would have no chance-”

Killua cut him off, “That yo-yo only works against akumas, stupid. It wouldn’t work on Chat.”

“Ladybug could still use it though!”

Killua snorted. “As if that thing would work. Chat’s more flexible. He’d kick Ladybug’s ass.”

He turned around, back to the fire while the flames created a dim halo around his silver hair. Killua’s scowl was still in place but still…Zushi couldn’t help the slight fluttering inside his chest. The whole school might avoid Killua because of his family lineage, but no one could deny his good looks.

He watched as Killua made his way towards where Gon sat. He held out his stick to Gon, saying, “C’mon, Gon. Haven’t you seen the muscle on Chat? Ladybug wouldn’t stand a chance.”

Gon threw him a dirty look. “That’s not- ah, hot.” Gon stuck his tongue out as he pulled the golden marshmallow off Killua’s stick. “That’s not true! Ladybug has muscle!”

“Not as much as Chat,” Killua retorted. He glanced over at Zushi and Zushi’s heart flipped.

“Hey, throw that s’mores stuff over, would you?”

“Uh, y-yeah! Sure!” Zushi stuttered and inwardly grimaced. Why did he always have to mess up around Killua?! He’d known Killua for years now but his stammering never went away. He tossed the s’mores package that Kite had bought for them to Killua, nearly missing the older teen by a foot, but Killua caught it nimbly.

“Thanks- OI, Gon!!! Wait until you make the s’mores before you eat it!”

Gon blinked up at Killua. Laughter burst out of Zushi before he cold hold it back- Gon had half of the s’more Killua had made for him smudged across his mouth. He looked innocently cute like that, all wide-eyed with a chaotic splash of freckles across tanned cheeks.

“Damnit, Gon!” Killua groaned. “I’m gonna have to make another one for you now!”

“’M sahree,” Gon said between sticky lips. Zushi couldn’t breathe from laughing so hard. He bent over his log, wheezing.

“Don’t encourage him!” Killua snapped over his shoulder at Zushi before turning back to his best friend. “Look, you got it all over your face and everything. Here-”

Killua dropped the s’mores bag onto the ground and plopped down next to Gon. He pulled a napkin out of his pocket, clasping Gon’s chin in his other hand, and immediately starting wiping the marshmallow off Gon’s lips.

The laughter bubbling up in Zushi’s chest disappeared. His jaw dropped at the scene in front of him because- what?! Was this actually happening?

Killua and Gon were close. Closer then close. Everyone knew that. But this…

This was different. Even though Killua and Gon weren’t doing anything particularly weird, Zushi felt like he was seeing something private. Something that could only be shared between the enigma that was Gon-and-Killua. Something almost….intimate. His gut twisted as his cheeks grew warm at the thought.

By the time Killua had finished, the small crowd around the campfire was dead silent.

Killua flushed. “W-What? Why are you all staring?!”

Zushi coughed and looked away. He wasn’t gonna be the one to explain the silence to Killua, heir to the infamous Zoldyck family. That was for sure.

Tent scene:

Killua and Gon shared a tent. Because of course they would. Why would they do anything separately that they could do together?

When someone had asked them if they would be cramped in that tiny space, they had both looked at their classmate with blank looks. If he was being honest, Zushi had a suspicion that Gon and Killua shared much more with each other than anyone would ever think.

But, again, he kept that thought to himself. He was just grateful that he’d been chosen to be Gon and Killua’s friend. So few people got to see into their private world, he felt special to be a small part of it.

Even sitting squished in their small ten before they all went to bed for the night was something of a small treat. He sat with his knees tucked to his chest, quietly observing the pair as they ruffled through their backpacks for pajamas.

Killua groaned out loud. “Fuck.”

Gon perked up on the other side of the tent. “What’s wrong, Killua?”

“I packed Milluki’s clothes instead of mine. Dunno how that happened, but-”

“Milluki?” Zushi piped up.

“One of Killua’s brothers,” Gon explained.

“The guy’s the size of a whale,” Killua added. He held up a purple t-shirt and Zushi’s eyes bulged. The shirt was longer than he was tall.

“I’m gonna look like I’m wearing a nightgown in this,” Killua said matter-of-factly and Gon giggled.

“You can borrow some of my stuff. I brought extra.”

Killua’s expression lit up. “Really?”

“Mhm. Here-”

Gon threw his best friend a much smaller-sized shirt and Killua grunted when it hit his face.

“Gon, jesus, watch it!”

“Sorry!”

“You don’t sound sorry-”

Zushi just stared as the two bickered back and forth. So…they shared clothes, too. Was that normal?! Zushi had no clue. He didn’t have a best friend like Gon and Killua were to each other. But, did anyone have a best friend like Gon and Killua?

Killua suddenly shoved Gon over, face scarlet at something Gon had said, and the spiky-haired teen fell over onto his sleeping bag with a cackle. Killua let out an unearthly hiss of rage and shoved a pillow over Gon’s face.

Killua looked up at Zushi, blue eyes piercing even in the dim light.

“Don’t just sit there, Zushi!” he growled. “Help me!”

“Nooooo,” came Gon’s muffled voice. “Zushi, don’t listen to him!”

“Shut-” Killua dug his elbow into Gon’s stomach and the other squawked, “-up! Zushi likes me better then you!”

“No, he doesn’t!!!”

A nervous laughter spilled from Zushi’s lips as the pair continued to shove at each other. A prickling heat crept up the back of his neck and he gripped his elbows tightly.

Neither of them had to know how close they were to the truth.

#dc writes #emthimofnight #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug au #miraculous x hunter #killugon #plus Zushi #lol #sorry kid #you don't stand a chance #hunterxhunter #au #zushi #done with a request #yayyyyy #requests

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