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decembercamiecherries · 7 years ago

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Graffiti- Chapters 1 & 2

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Total Word Count: 4216

Summary:

It’s been years since Killua managed to escape the clutches of his mafia family with Alluka, and since then he’s built up something close to a normal life for both of them. It hasn’t been easy, but they are alive and together, and Killua is grateful for that if nothing else.

But their peace is shattered the moment Gon Freecss crashes into their lives. Gon, a gang member who is as dangerous as he is charming; Gon, who has a single-minded determination to finish the mission he came into town for; Gon, who could unravel Killua and Alluka’s secrets as easily as he smiles—

Gon, who wants Killua for reasons beyond Killua’s understanding, but might just end up destroying him anyway.

Welcome to my new multichapter fic, Graffiti! :D this fic has been over a year in the making, and I want to thank three people in particular for helping me to shape this fic into what it is today: @softkillua, @godspeedcomplex, and @sketchxhunter who DREW THE GORGEOUS CHAPTER ART FOR THIS FIC!!!!!

The tentative updating schedule for this fic is every two or three weeks, but that’s set to change depending on what happens in the next couple of weeks. Anyway, enjoy reading! ^-^

Chapter 1: Prologue

(Chapter Art)

Killua knew he shouldn’t have chosen the seat next to the teen with the absurdly bright green jacket the second he sat down.

He knew it, but he did it anyway. Why? Because Killua was weak when it came to helping people he would be better off staying away from. But this specific green jacket wearing teen looked like he was one minute away from passing out and, for some absurd reason, Killua wanted to make sure he was okay.

Well. This kid was anything but okay.

Killua sucked in a quiet breath at the red-stained t-shirt, eyes growing large when he glimpsed smears of scarlet under short nails. The sharp tang of blood was undeniable at this proximity. Killua felt himself turn white as memories of his past rushed to the forefront of his mind, unwanted and unwelcome.

It would take hours to get the shirt clean, his brain supplied automatically. They would need bleach, and-

Killua shut down that thought as quickly as it appeared. He’d left that life a while ago and he refused to let himself think about it even in passing.

“Hey,” the teen croaked with a faint smile and Killua’s head snapped up. “Are you okay? You’re really pale.”

“I should be asking you that,” Killua said with a scowl. “Have you seen the state you’re in, or are you just an idiot?”

“Eh?” The teen blinked gold-brown eyes before looking down at himself. “Oh, this? It’s fine, it's not mine…or most of it isn’t. I think. You should’ve seen the other guy.”

Oh, because that was so reassuring.

“What kind of fight ends in blood?!” Killua demanded shrilly.

He knew what kind of fight. Why was he even talking to this weirdo?! Talking led to questions and questions led to trouble and Killua had enough problems in his life right now. If he was smart, he would get off at the next stop and forget this whole encounter ever happened. He didn’t owe anything to this teen with green-dyed spikes of hair and dimpled smiles and freckled cheeks-

“It was a gang fight,” the teen said absentmindedly. He picked some of the blood off his fingers and ice shot down Killua’s spine.

No. No no no no no, this could not be happening. Killua had just gotten Alluka out of his family’s operations after years and years of planning and scheming and hard work. There was absolutely no way he was going to throw them back into that shit show.

Then the teen lifted the bottom of his t-shirt to reveal a large, gruesome gash just above his hip bone.

“Ah. So that’s where all the blood is coming from.”

Killua wanted to scream. This teen was bleeding to death and he didn’t even seem to care! What the hell was up with him?

Dammit. He couldn’t just do nothing now. Gritting his teeth, Killua yanked out his cell phone. He muttered darkly under his breath as he typed in a number he knew by heart and held the device up to his ear.

This idiot was so freaking lucky Killua had the connections as an ex-heir of a mafia boss to save his life.

“Hey, Leorio, it’s me,” he said shortly the moment the phone was picked up. “Listen, I’m cashing in that favor you owe me. Be ready with all of your medical shit in ten minutes; I’m bringing someone in.”

-o0o-

ONE YEAR LATER…

Killua’s sneakers slammed against the pavement as he sprinted down the sidewalk. He’d totally lost track of time finishing up that essay. He didn’t even realize how late it was until his alarm went off—

But he wasn’t as late as he’d thought, apparently. Crowds of high schoolers were still pouring out of the front entrance by the time Alluka’s school came into view and Killua slowed to a jog before finally stopping. His chest heaved as he scanned the tired, sweaty faces for the familiar pink headband and bright blue eyes.

There.

Killua’s lips automatically curved up into a smile upon catching sight of his sister. Alluka was standing a little off to the side today, her hair pulled up in a messy ponytail and her school jacket tied around her waist. She brightened the moment they made eye contact and threw her hand up in a wave.

Warmth bubbled to life inside of Killua’s chest. Seeing Alluka was always a joy. Killua loved her more than he loved himself, more than he loved anything or anyone on Earth. She was the reason he’d found the strength to run away from their family in the first place.

But that warmth froze over the moment he spotted a freckled teen with green-tipped spikes standing next to his sister. The teen was wearing that same horribly familiar grin as he had nearly a year ago when Killua first met him, and the sight of it made Killua’s heart plummet to the ground.

Killua let out a low breath and muttered, “Shit.”

He wasn’t going to turn in his paper on time.

Chapter Two: A Dangerous Gamble

(Chapter Art)

The problem with life, Killua always figured, was that it sometimes had a horribly annoying way of coming back and biting you in the ass for things you thought you shoved under the rug years ago, but apparently didn’t shove hard enough.

“What are you gonna order, Killua?”

And right now just happened to be one of those times.

Killua clenched his jaw and said through gritted teeth, “Nothing.”

Round, golden eyes widened in horror. “What? Why not?”

“Not hungry,” Killua said shortly.

“But—but it’s nearly dinner time! And Alluka told me that you always wait for her to get home before you start cooking, so you have to be hungr—”

“Hey!” Killua snapped and the freckled teen sitting across from him blinked. “If you mention Alluka one more time, I swear I’m going to slam your head into the table!”

Killua’s dinner partner wrinkled his nose. He didn’t look even remotely disturbed as he said, “Wouldn’t that make a scene? And there’d be blood on the table, depending on how hard you’d hit me. They might make you clean it up. Would you really want to do that?”

Killua’s mouth fell open. He gawked at the person sitting across the table—because of all the reactions he expected, that was probably last on the list—but the other just smiled pleasantly. It was painfully obvious that Killua’s threats had zero affect on him.

Killua closed his gaping mouth, eyes narrowing into slits. “You—”

“Gon!”

Killua’s head was starting to pound now. “What?” he asked, both exasperated and annoyed.

“Gon,” the other teen insisted again with a radiant grin. “My name is Gon, Ki-llu-a! I told you that earlier at your sister’s school, but you haven’t used my name yet...so I figured maybe you need a reminder!”

Irritation washed over Killua, like being stabbed by a thousand tiny needles over and over and over again.

“What,” he hissed. “Did I just say about mentioning Allu—”

“Hi, may I take your order!”

Killua jerked at the unexpected voice, caught off guard despite the fact that he shouldn’t be, not with the kind of background he had-

But Gon—green haired little gremlin that he was—had a bizarre way of fishing for Killua’s focus and reeling it in. Gon’s presence was the kind that demanded attention—both on the train a year earlier, and now, sitting across from Killua in this diner. His smile drew Killua’s gaze like a magnet and his gold eyes held it there effortlessly, leaving Killua strangely vulnerable and unable to escape.

And Killua hated it.

Killua slumped back in his seat while Gon began to chat excitedly with the waiter. He glowered at the other teen as Gon told her politely, “We’ll take the triple deluxe chocolate cake with chocolate syrup dribbled on top!“

BANG!

Killua slammed his hand on the table and the waitress jerked, her notepad dropping from her fingers. Gon barely reacted at all; he just swiveled his head around to frown at Killua, a question in the tilt of his head.

“No,” Killua growled. “We will not be getting the cake!”

“I’m paying,” Gon said as the flustered waitress looked back and forth between them, “—and we are getting the cake. Thank you!”

The waitress skittered away, crumpled order in hand, and Killua dropped his head onto the diner’s table with a loud groan. He was so screwed. What had he been thinking coming here with Gon?!

“Aw, Killua, there’s no need to get so upset! We both know you like chocolate—”

“Shut up!” Killua slapped away the hand that gently brushed against his hair. Gon’s hand, he noted with prickling frustration. “Stop trying to cheer me up and stop trying to touch me all the time! I don’t know you, and you don’t know me, no matter how much you stalked me on the internet!”

Gon laughed like Killua had just told the funniest joke known to mankind. “I didn’t stalk you, Killua! That would be creepy.”

“Oh, really?” Killua found that extremely hard to believe. “Then how come I found you talking to Alluka when I came to pick her up after school, huh? How did you even know I had a sister, or where she would be if you didn’t stalk me?”

“Leorio told me about you and Alluka last year while he was stitching me up.” Gon leaned forward on the table and cupped his chin with one hand. His gold gaze was strangely fixated on Killua’s face. “You barely talked to me after I said I was part of a gang, so I had to get creative.”

God dammit.

Killua’s hands curled into claws on the table. He didn’t like the way Gon was staring at him; he looked like he wanted to devour Killua instead of the sure-to-be-delicious cake he’d forcibly ordered for them to share.

Why, though? It had been at least a year since Killua sat down next to him on the train. And Killua had only brought Gon to Leorio because he was, for once, being a good person. He didn’t remember any of this bizarre intensity Gon was showing now, so what the hell had happened during their short interaction for Gon to develop such a strong interest in him?

Killua didn’t understand it. At all. He couldn’t afford to find out the truth, though. If Gon discovered that Killua and Alluka were Zoldycks, if he ran his mouth and told anyone else…he and Alluka would be dead by the next morning.

Being with Gon was dangerous. Agreeing to get dinner with Gon as long as he promised to leave Alluka alone was a dangerous gamble. But what else could Killua do? He refused lose another person he loved; protecting Alluka was his top priority, and always would be. He would just have to indulge this dangerous person for tonight, and that would be the end of it.

He didn’t care how interested Gon was in him. Killua would sooner stab his eyes with these cheap dinner forks than make small talk with this green-haired weirdo ever again.

“I wasn’t going to do anything to her, you know,” Gon said, pulling Killua out of his inner monologue.

“Do I, though?” Killua asked sourly.

Gon bobbed his head. “Mhm! Alluka’s really nice and I’m glad I met her—”

“Stalked her, you mean!”

“—‘cause she’s important to you,” Gon continued good-naturedly even as Killua turned rigid as stone. “But I was really just waiting for you to show up. You’re the one I’m really interested in, Killua.”

“I can’t believe this.” Killua turned away with a scowl.

He hated this. He hated this whole situation and how his cheeks were on fire and Gon’s dumb, idiotic face, but most of all, Killua hated himself. Because as much as he despised Gon and everything he stood for-

Killua hated the fact that a tiny, minuscule part of him was curious about Gon, too.

"You don’t have to believe it for it to be true!”

Killua’s eyes flickered to Gon’s face. The other teen was beaming at him, sunlight streaming in from the window hitting his skin at the perfect angle to set his bronze skin glow.

Killua’s heart stuttered. Fucking shit. How was any of this fair?

“Your logic doesn’t make any sense,” Killua growled and Gon giggled. “Why are you even here in Masadora anyway? We’re right next to the capital, don’t tell me you don’t know what that means for people like you.”

“People like me?”

“Criminals. Murderers. Thieves,” Killua listed them off. He wasn’t much better than the people on this list, but it wasn’t like he was about to tellGon that. “Take your pick. They have no tolerance for that kind of stuff around here.”

Gon hummed thoughtfully. “Well, I’m not a criminal. Or a thief. So I think I’ll be okay as long as I keep a low profile.”

“What if I turn you in?” Killua challenged and Gon actually had the gall to pout.

“That would be mean, Killua! Especially since I’m paying for your dinner and everything.”

“It is not dinner!” Killua seethed. He was getting more and more agitated as the conversation went on, but Gon didn’t seem to notice or care. He just kept on gleefully watching Killua with that same idiotic smile plastered to his face.

Gon leaned closer to Killua, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. “Maybe not. You can’t really have chocolate for dinner.”

Killua glared. “What does that mean?”

“Chocolate isn’t healthy for you,” Gon said and waved a finger in Killua’s face. Killua slapped his hand away—hard enough for it to sting- but Gon simply laughed, dropping his hand onto the table.

Just a few centimeters away from Killua’s.

Killua fought down the urge to yank his hand off the table’s too-shiny surface. He didn’t know what kind of game Gon was playing at, but there was no way he was going to back down. He refused to give Gon any false ideas that his presence somehow affected Killua.

Because Gon didn’t affect Killua. At all.

“If you really think that,” Killua said as he kept a careful watch on Gon’s broad fingers. “Why would you order the cake?”

There was a pause. Killua glanced upwards at the abrupt silence and was just in time to see Gon’s smile turn into something softer, more gentle. He was gazing at Killua with a kind of fondness that was almost unnerving. It caused a strange twisting sensation somewhere deep in Killua’s chest and his breath hitched at the unexpected feeling.

Gon confessed, “I ordered the cake because you liked it. I saw you sneaking glances at it on the menu’s cover while we were waiting for the waitress to take our order. And I want you to be as comfortable as possible.”

Totally caught off guard, Killua stammered out, “W-Why?”

“Because! This is our first date, and Aunt Mito always said—”

“What?” Killua’s face burst into flames. “You—who the hell decided this was a date?!”

Gon cocked his head to the side. “Who decided it wasn’t a date?”

Killua pressed his lips into a thin line as a surge of irritation flared inside him. He spat out, “Don’t turn my question around on me, Gon! The only reason I’m here right now is because you swore to leave Alluka alone if I came here with you. That does not in any way qualify this as a romantic proposition, okay?! This is an obligation at best.”

“Killua,” Gon said, looking like he was trying his best not to smile and utterly failing. “We’re at a restaurant. I just ordered a chocolate cake for the two of us to share . I’m paying for the whole thing and asking about your life and trying to get to know you better, even if you are being kind of difficult about it right now. And when you put that all together...that kind of makes this a date.”

“‘Kind of’ and ‘actually’ are two very different things,” Killua snapped back, even as his heart fluttered at Gon’s bold words. Killua stamped down the feeling with a viciousness that would’ve made his parents proud. “You can’t just automatically qualify this as a date because you assume it is one, idiot!”

Killua couldn’t believe this was happening. He couldn’t believe he was arguing with a gang member about dates and romantic indications. There was no possible way Gon was interested in-

“Hmm. I guess you’re right—”

Killua huffed. “I am.”

“—‘cause I can’t call it a proper date since we haven’t kissed yet.”

Heat rushed to every corner of his body and Killua sputtered, heart lurching. He could tell the expression on his face was probably funnier than he would care to admit by the way Gon exploded into a fit of uncontrollable laughter. Killua watched the other collapse onto the table, caught between shock, rage, and an overwhelming mortification. Knowing that his burning cheeks were probably a horrible shade of scarlet didn’t make the situation any better.

“Why—” Killua chucked his napkin at Gon’s head, “—are you laughing?! It’s not that funny, stupid!”

“It is, though!” Gon gasped. “You’re so funny, Killua! Your reaction was priceless—”

Killua gaped. He didn’t know how to react to that; no one had ever managed to get him this flustered before. No one had been allowed to even talk to him back home, and here he and Alluka mostly kept to themselves. It was just better to avoid the unnecessary attention, but now...

He was only now realizing just how unprepared he was to deal with Gon and his compliments.

Ding!

Killua jolted. That sound—it was his phone.

Ignoring the last of Gon’s gasps of laughter, Killua tugged his cell out of his jean pocket and turned it over onto it’s side. He pushed down the power button and immediately a message from Alluka flashed across the screen:

Help.

Ice shot down Killua’s spine.

He didn’t have time to process the four-letter word before Alluka’s message disappeared and Killua’s phone started to buzz with an incoming call.

“I have to take this,” he said aloud. He was out of the booth before Gon could stop him, pressing the green circle as he went. He lifted the phone up to his ear as he pushed through the diner’s door.

“Where are you?” he demanded.

“Home.” Her voice was soft, quiet and calm. The exact way he’d taught her to behave in emergencies. “I’m in the apartment by the front window looking down at the street.”

Killua’s throat tightened. Why was she looking outside? “What’s going on?”

“There are two men standing opposite our building. They were there when I got back from school, so I went in the back way just to be safe.”

Killua nodded. Okay. That was good thinking on Alluka’s part. “They’re still there, I’m guessing?”

“Yeah. They’re not moving, Brother. They’re just—they keep staring at the apartment windows. It’s like they’re waiting for something.”

Killua’s blood ran cold. Dread settled in his stomach, heavy and nauseating.

“What do you think they’re waiting for?” he asked even though he had a feeling he already knew. He reached the end of the parking lot, turned on his heel and began to pace across the black pavement again. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the diner door open but he didn’t bother looking to see who it was.

Alluka let out a short breath. “I’m not sure. It could be anything. But the fact that they’re outside our apartment is just-”

“Weird, yeah.” Killua’s knuckles turned white as he gripped the phone in a vice-like grasp. “I know.”

“What should I do? I don’t want to wait until they decide to come inside.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” Someone was making their way over to Killua. He glanced at the person and his heart dropped when he recognized Gon. The teen’s dark brows were furrowed in determination; he looked like he had something he wanted to say and wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

Holy fucking shit, Killua was so not ready to deal with this kind of crap.

“I think I have a plan, but I—”

“Killua!” Gon burst out as he finally reached Killua’s side. “Why did you—”

“Shut up!” Killua hissed murderously. Gon froze in place at Killua’s tone, his entire body stiffening. His eyes flickered to the phone in Killua’s hands and his expression immediately shifted into one of confusion and wariness.

Killua inwardly smirked. Gon actually was capable of being quiet, it seemed.

“Brother? Are you okay?”

Killua turned his attention back to his sister. “Yeah, I’m fine. Keep going. You were talking about a plan?”

“Mhm. I was thinking—”

Alluka inhaled sharply. Killua straightened. A horrible, heart-crushing fear rushed through his veins and his mouth was suddenly dry as cotton.

“Alluka?” he said loudly. “Alluka, talk to me, what’s wrong?”

There was a pause. Then she whispered, “Brother, they’re—they’re heading towards the front door.”

Fuck.

“I’m coming right now, don’t move,” he ordered and she made a low sound of agreement. “You know what to do if they get inside.”

He hung up, hand already flying to his pockets. Keys, keys, keys, where was his—

Killua stopped. Shit. He didn’t have keys. He had sprinted to Alluka’s school straight from the apartment and afterwards…

“Killua?”

Killua whirled around. Gon was still standing a few steps away. He watched Killua with obvious hesitation, golden gaze sweeping over Killua questioningly even as he kept his distance.

Blood roared in Killua’s ears. He didn’t have a lot of options, that much was clear. But he still had to be careful. Choosing wrong could land Alluka in a coffin.

“I need your help,” Killua said and Gon frowned.

“What do you mean? What happen-”

“Alluka is in trouble!” Killua snapped impatiently. “She’s at our apartment and these two creeps have been standing outside watching our place all afternoon. And they’re soon going to be in side if I don’t move fast.”

Gon’s confused expression cleared. “You want me to drive you back home,” he concluded.

“Yes.”

“But, Killua, even if we leave now, we won’t make it in time. You and Alluka live on the other side of town, don’t you?”

Killua wanted to shriek and scream and rage at Gon until he lost his voice. Gon was right, but that didn’t matter. Time was running short regardless of what he did!

“Gon,” he said through his teeth. “I need to get to Alluka. If you’re not willing to help me, then—!”

“Killua.” Gon stepped right up to Killua’s chest and Killua tensed, hating himself for the way his heart started to beat faster at the sudden proximity. “I know you want to save Alluka, and we will. But I have a way better idea of saving her than just rushing blindly to your home.”

Killua’s nails dug into his palms. “Then you better spit it out before I punch your lights out and steal your motorcycle to do just that.”

Gon wasn’t even remotely phased by Killua’s threat. He suggested, “Let me send my friends to your apartment. They can get there faster then we can and protect your sister until we arrive!”

Killua inwardly cursed. He didn’t like Gon, he didn’t trust Gon; how could he possibly trust Gon’s so-called ‘people’ to do what he said they would?!

Doesn’t matter, a voice inside Killua’s head chimed. Alluka mattered. And there wasn’t enough time to consider anything else.

“Okay,” Killua relented and a grin broke across Gon’s face. “Do it. Call your people or gang members or whatever. Tell them to save Alluka no matter what they have to do to accomplish that.”

Gon studied Killua. That weird look from earlier was back in his eyes again and Killua tensed as Gon lifted a hand. What was he—?

Gon’s fingers lightly swept Killua’s bangs off his forehead. He moved his hand to the right and Killua held back a flinch as Gon tucked a stray silver lock neatly behind Killua’s ear.

“And what do I get in return?” Gon asked quietly, curiously.

Killua’s stomach flipped and he balled his hands into fists.

“You get nothing,” Killua growled and roughly shoved Gon’s arm away. “I saved your life last year; you’re the one who owes me.”

Gon blinked. Then he threw back his head and laughed for what felt like the millionth time that afternoon.

“You’re right,” he said, flashing Killua a radiant smile. As Killua watched, Gon pulled out his own phone and tapped the screen a few times. Relief washed over Killua like a wave, though the prickling worriness over Alluka’s safety still tugged at his mind.

Had he really made the right decision to trust Gon?

Gon looked up from his phone, chirping, “Okay, they’re heading over now! We should get going too—” He grabbed Killua’s wrist and yanked him towards a shiny motorcycle off in the parking lot corner. Killua yelped at the aggressive treatment but Gon was already saying in that all-too-bright tone of his:

“—after all, those guys won’t kick their asses themselves!”

#dc writes #Graffiti #killugon #hunterxhunter #killua zoldyck #gon freecss #alluka zoldyck #gang au #modern au #Graffiti fic #Graffiti chp1 #Graffiti chp2

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wildchildfreecs · 7 years ago

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Me and some friends came up with a Really Awful (GREAT) au, where things hurt and Gon turns dark side. I’m posting the partially edited chat log instead of summarizing ‘cause I’m lazy af, but this will be added to my Verse’s list. I just have to think of a tag

If you’re interested in RPing something from this sorta AU, please hit me up, I’d absolutely love to.

gabriel the gondad - gon is the PERFECT example of someone who could have ended up REally, REAALLLY dark but didnt, out of sheer luck of his upbringing

can - yeah, and if he went to hisoka for training oh my gosh

Café con Leche - ^^ OMG i'd love to read that

can - the poor boy would do a 180

gabriel the gondad - c h r i s t please? ? ? henckin??? ohhh man fucknign please i LOVE hisoka corrupting gons morals i love gons morals being corrupted but i love hisoka doing it even more chefs kiss and Poor Killua watching his light turn black and ugly

Café con Leche - omg yes it would corrupt him so much cain what if he tries to kill Hisoka

can - and that would make killua go back to his family

gabriel the gondad - O h h h h

can - omg

gabriel the gondad - oh this is good

can - WHAT IF HE CORRUPTS GON SO MUCH THAT

Café con Leche - OH MY GOS

can - GON STANDS IN BETWEEN THEM TO PROTECT HISOKA

gabriel the gondad - DFDF

Café con Leche - WHAT IF

gabriel the gondad - GUCK

Café con Leche - YES BUT ALSO lISTEN what if Hisoka completely fucks killua up And Gon walks in and just looks at him

gabriel the gondad - and doesnt care

Café con Leche - all bloody on the ground YES

can - YESSS

gabriel the gondad - "You did this to yourself, Killua."

Café con Leche - And Killua weeps and reaches out for him

gabriel the gondad - and gon Leaves

can - And then cue illumi like "see this is why i said assassins dont have friends"

Café con Leche - Illumi saves him

gabriel the gondad - C H RI ST

Café con Leche - and Killua goes back home clad in darkness AND OMG WHAT IF FUCKING ALLUKA TRIES TO PERSUADE GON

gabriel the gondad - C H R I S T ALLUKA NO oh o h n o what if killua makes a wish

Café con Leche - OOOH oh my god what if his wish brings Gon back but gon realizes what he's done

gabriel the gondad - gon still REmembers and he wont forgive himself

Café con Leche - and he can bear to live with himself BUT he has to save killua

gabriel the gondad - ooooooooo c hrist c h r i s t the Drama the Pain I Love It

Café con Leche - and hisoka and illu just keeps trying to keep tem corrupted them* and gon sees killua again and killua is just ice cold, dead in the eyes

gabriel the gondad - WHAT IF.... KILLUA.. yes Y E S

Café con Leche - and gon knows its all his fault it's like kite all over again f uck

can - and hisoka is like, "this is why you shouldn't put your faith in other people~ only live for yourself and your own pleasures"

Café con Leche - Hisoka whispering in Gon's ear how it's all his fault and he should just accept it

gabriel the gondad - this is,, So Good im eating my own fist OK BUT LISTEN CONSIDER hisoka telling gon "this is your fault. this is why you should live for only yourself" and gon turns around and punches hisoka in the face with as much nen as he can muster and says "if i live for myself, I'm killing you first." bc hisokas the one. that did this to him

can - hisoka would be LIVID And all hisoka has to say once Gon is dead is "Pity~ He wasn't nearly as ripe as I'd hoped. Such a waste."

Café con Leche - Imagine if killua just watches Gon and Hisoka slowly but surely once he sees Gon near death he's returning to some of his consciousness and he cant live without his light and Illumi fucking loses it

gabriel the gondad - c h r i s t ohhh my god

Café con Leche - illumi tries to kill hisoka gabriel the gondad - im Suffering ok but illumi would win b/c hisoka would already be injured from his fight w gon

can - Hisoka would retreat after that he aint dumb

Café con Leche - illumi would chase after him

gabriel the gondad - illumi wouldnt fuckn Let Him

Café con Leche - make it his life mission to kill him jesus this got dark

gabriel the gondad - YOU DONT SAY

Café con Leche - imagine Ging seeing his son so messed up

gabriel the gondad - o h IMAGINE MITO

Café con Leche - mito would blame ging it's his fault he wanted to be a hunter his fault he wasnt there for him

gabriel the gondad - ffffffffuuuuuck ok but, where gon doesnt die he beats hisoka in his fight

can - "Kill me, and you'll be just like me~"

gabriel the gondad - and he takes killua with him, and they leave, and they go to ging, and gon says "please help me, i dont know what to do any more" gon doesnt kill him hes Very Particuar about that breaks both his legs, rips an arm off, whatever it takes but doesnt Kill him illumi can have that right, if he wants it

Boopi - oh

gabriel the gondad - HI BOOPI WEVE BEEN. PLOTTING

Boopi - plotting about wut- e.e

gabriel the gondad - plotting about corruption

Boopi - corruption- i- see- exiTS

gabriel the gondad - BOOPI NO COME B A C K

Boopi - corruption and alluka can not be within the same conversatioN-

gabriel the gondad - listen alluka is the one who fixes everything shes still pure and wholesome

Boopi - okay so what i understand is gon is all dark and moody and killua is suffering more gon x hisoka new evil double duo illumi and killua bonding and alluka flies down from the heavens as an angel to fix everything and re-create killugon

gabriel the gondad - she tries to recreate killugon but you cant erase the past so its still all fucked up and moody

Boopi - does trying make it w orse cause what a twist

gabriel the gondad - i meannnn,,,, define worse

Boopi - dang is this au that dark

gabriel the gondad - :^)

Boopi - if everyone is gonna be dark/angst/whatever this is i am perfectly okey with this sad/wise alluka ftw

gabriel the gondad - if by worse you mean it hurts, because one of the possibilies is gon and killua die but also the possibilty they win the fight against hisoka and have to deal with the fallout of all their decisions and wrongdoings or would worse be they never speak again, and both continue along their paths of killing and being perfect imitations of hisoka and illumi

Boopi - omg allu's stuck in-between

gabriel the gondad - :^) i, personally, think that killua would make a wish to fix everything but nanikas power isnt omnipotent all she can do is get gon to realize where he fucked up and from there, its up to him to try and fix it (whether or not he can is a completely different story.)

Boopi - okay so how would alluka act with everything's different? shouldn't she be affected by it too

gabriel the gondad - THATS. ALSO SOMETHIN I WAS WORRIED ABOUT

can - i mean

Boopi - maybe not nanika, but allu

can - she probably will lose her brother and get locked up again

Café con Leche - AND KILLUA DOESNT CARE AAAAAAAAAAAAH

gabriel the gondad - yeah, unless she escapes she'll prob get locked up again

Boopi - if killua doesn't care then illumi is free to do whatever

gabriel the gondad - id say its possible that,, killua does what he can to free her so he can still have one light in the world like, before he goes back to the family, he hides alluka away

can - if killua calls her something bad like

Boopi - "it"

can - "that thing isnt apart of the family"

Café con Leche - Illumi: So Killua, what do we do with "it"? Killua: .. Do whatever u want jesus but yes i hear u gabe¨

Boopi - can you even imagine a dark alluka

gabriel the gondad - n o

Café con Leche - ALLUKA

gabriel the gondad - not my gentle sweet sunshine

can - y es

gabriel the gondad - n o N O

Café con Leche - gets corrupted cuz she loses HER light

can - she will giggle when she kills ppl

Boopi - just an alluka that's lost hope and enjoys the killing

Café con Leche - omg omg boopi what if Alluka get's corrupted and starts killing because she wants to be useful to Killua

Boopi - alluka or nanika? or both

Café con Leche - both

Boopi - bOTH

Café con Leche - Alluka tells Nanika to kill people and then asks Killua to pat her head aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

Boopi - just imagine Alluka's holding [insert character name]'s head here "Killua... Pat my head and tell me I'm a good girl..." and she just creepily smiles while walking towards him with the head casually omg i srry

Café con Leche - omg what if one day she's like "Killua... Want Gon to die?"

gabriel the gondad - O H

Boopi - cHILL wi dark alluka refers to herself like she's an object t h o

can - O H M Y GOD

Café con Leche - ......... oh my go d

can - "I'm an object that you can use, big brother~"

gabriel the gondad - this got a w f u l l y dark

Boopi - "Do not worry over my feelings, big brother. I feel nothing. It feels nothing." geebus christ

Café con Leche - imagine kurapika's roll in this

gabriel the gondad - O H pika watching gon turn into the exact type of person he despises just like the troupe trained by an ex-troupe member killing for sport, just to get stronger, just to prove he can kill them

Café con Leche - oMG

gabriel the gondad - OH WHAT IF.... HISOKA..... TELLS.... GON.... TO... kill his old friends

Café con Leche - kp is a maffia boss right.... What if Killua get's a mission to assassinate him..

Boopi - nO not the friends pls

gabriel the gondad - LSTIEN GON KILLING LEORIO

Boopi - NU

can - AAAAAAAA

Café con Leche - yas

Boopi - NOT THE OREO

gabriel the gondad - walks Right Up to leorio, nen out and boiling like it was with pitou and oreo, poor oreo, laughing, trying to understand whats wrong

Café con Leche - Gabe gabe gabe even worse he crushes his hands, makes him unable to ever become a doctor

gabriel the gondad - hmmm good angst, but also, i feel like, gons goal would be to Remove leorio as a tie

Café con Leche - Sasuke style

gabriel the gondad - i never watched shippuden :0

Boopi - sasuke tried to sever all his old bonds i think

gabriel the gondad - yeah basically that kill everyone who was important to you, so they cant be used against you gon, punching a hole through leorios ribcage, becase he doesnt have killuas technique of ripping the heart out so he just obliterates it instead leorio dying and looking up at gon and saying "i forgive you”

Boopi - stop you're hurting me

gabriel the gondad - leorio WOULD forgive him tho this got really out of hand, really fast

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Thank you for thinking of me, @kigamin ^.^

Rules: Answer 20 questions and tag 20 amazing followers you would like to get to know better.

Name: Kanta

Nickname: Atnak

Zodiac Sign: Capricorn Sun

Height: Around 5‘1, 155 cm

Orientation: don’t know, most likely not straight

Ethnicity: Thai

Favorite fruit: Mango!

Favorite season: Winter, bugs free season!

Favorite Book Series: ...I couldn’t remember the last time I read a real book instead of fanfic ^///^

Favorite flower: I like flowers but I don’t think I have a favorite

Favorite scent: Citrus (Funnily enough, I don’t like to eat citrus though ^o^)

Favorite color: light shades of blue and green

Favorite animal: dogs, I like animals in general but dogs are definitely my fav <3

Coffee, tea or coca: Cocoa drinker ;3

Average hours of sleep: 5-7 in general, but sometime during the weekend where it jump to like 10 >///<

Cat or dog person: DOGS <3 (but cats are fine too!)

Favorite fictional characters: Gon Freecss from HxH. Neku Sakuraba from TWEWY

Number of blankets you sleep with: Just one

Dream trip: I want to go to Portugal with my mom someday

Blog created: I don’t remember, I guess it’s 5 years ago? (I actually really use tumblr for a year of two now)

Number of followers: 174

Tagging - @allu-ria @fireolin @unnoticed-and-necessary @murderxbaby (Only do this if you want to, alright ^^)

#my post

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gendervoidkillua · 7 years ago

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for the character thing!!!!!!!!! alex fierro and alluka?

AllukaSexuality Headcanon: aroace!!Gender Headcanon: canonically a trans girl!!!!!A ship I have with said character: allu/shi’s real cute. not, like, otp level, but cuteA friendship I have with said character: her n gon n killua!!A NOTP I have with said character: uhh?? haven’t really seen her shipped w/ anyone but zushi so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ A random headcanon: inspired by a certain very good hxh fic, she’s the one who helps kalluto realize they’re nb!!General Opinion over said character: i love alluka so. much. she’s my daughter i just. please appreciate her. she’s so good and i would Die for her.

Alex FierroSexuality Headcanon: pan!Gender Headcanon: canonly genderfluid!! thank u rick riordan 4 my lifeA ship I have with said character: fierro/chaseA friendship I have with said character: i really like her friendship w/ sam!!A NOTP I have with said character: uh i’m not super immersed in the pjo fandom so i haven’t really seen any other ships?A random headcanon: her favorite flavor of ice cream is mint chocolate chipGeneral Opinion over said character: she is Great and i Love Her

#thx for the ask friend!!#enbykalluto #ask

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killugonficlibrary · 4 months ago

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all the pretty lights by blueberryberet ( M | 47,633+ | 12/16 )

Killua is a rockstar with some… messy habits. That’s how he tells it to his sister when she calls, the reality of it is a lot more destructive.

Except now she’s not calling, she’s in his hotel room writing on his arm cast (no, he doesn’t remember how he broke it) and demanding to join him and his band for their cross-country tour. He can’t send her home for obvious reasons. He needs someone to keep an eye on her, or more accurately, keep her eyes off the disaster that is his life.

And when his band manager Bisky says she knows the perfect person he thinks that maybe, he’s finally got lucky, and maybe it will all be fine.

Except things are never, ever, fine with him.

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killugonficlibrary · 5 years ago

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Dating This Entire Time by AutumnPen ( G | 8,043 | 1/1 )

Inspired by the week 2 prompt over on hunterxprompt.tumblr.com:

“Wait, did you just say you didn’t know we were dating? What do you think we were doing this entire time!”

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killugonficlibrary · 5 years ago

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[Discontinued] one hundred by wartransmission ( T | 107,496 | 13/20 )

Everything is still the same but not, and Killua wonders how long this happiness will last. He can't help it; it's ingrained into him, this cautiousness that has saved his life countless times before.

Gon, on the other hand, is set on proving to him that this happiness can last. And if Gon was one thing, it was stubborn to the point of obstinacy.

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ao3feed-killugon · 3 years ago

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Keep It Hidden, Always

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3m3DY0V

by Irl_Tsundere_Bakugou_Katsuki

Killua Zoldyck wasn't used to having friends, but he loved Gon. Maybe, though, that love was too much to be normal for friends. As an assassin, he wasn't supposed to love. If his family ever found out, it wouldn't end well.

Add hiding his homelife and trauma, hiding things from his best friend wasn't wasy. It was worth it to keep Gon in his life, both safe and alive, as well as happy.

But what happens when the other finds out about both of his secrets? Will he accept Killua's love (duh, that's obvious). And how will he save his best friend from the life of the Zoldycks? He has to use his brain, of course. That's harder than he thought.

(Aka a hs au with the canon plot of hxh mixed in :D)

Inspired (aka i got the idea after reading this story) by Everything I Wanted by callmebyyourmango.

Words: 1655, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of My KilluGon stories <3

Fandoms: Hunter X Hunter

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Gon Freecs, Mito Freecs, Killua Zoldyck, Abengane (Hunter x Hunter), Hisoka (Hunter X Hunter), Silva Zoldyck, Illumi Zoldyck, Milluki Zoldyck, Alluka Zoldyck, Kurapika (Hunter X Hunter), Kalluto Zoldyck, Kaito | Kite, Zushi (Hunter X Hunter), Ikalgo (Hunter X Hunter), Shalnark (Hunter X Hunter), Canary (Hunter X Hunter), Biscuit Krueger, Ging Freecs, Kuroro Lucifer | Chrollo Lucifer, Palm Siberia, Leorio Paladiknight, Knov (Hunter x Hunter)

Relationships: Gon Freecs/Killua Zoldyck, Kurapika/Leorio Paladiknight, Hisoka/Illumi Zoldyck, Zushi/Ikalgo, Knov/Palm Siberia

Additional Tags: Killua is abused, High School AU, Killua and gon are 16, Leorio and Kurpika are 18 and seniors, Alluka has DID here, Nanika is her only alter, Gon is autistic, Kurapika lives with Leorio cus his clan is still dead here, Tho they werent killed by Chrollo or the others, Chrollo is a fuckin creep, killua has PTSD, And he cant sleep without nightmares, So insomnia exists for him, He also is gay and trans cus-yes, But hes accepted cus hes the heir and they want him happy enough to stay in the family buisness, Alluka is also trans, But the rule is no one knows that kill is trans, he uses he/they pronouns, hes also into feminine clothing, so is zushi and kurapika, zushi and gon used to date but broke up for reasons and trauma, theyre still bffs tho, palm and gon also used to date, cus gon is a bisexual boi, but shes now happy with knov, hes 18 and senior while palm is 17 and a senior, zushi is 16 and a sophmore while Ikalgo is 17 and a junior, Milluki and kills other sibs go to a private school, but illu and hisoka who are engaged are already in the fam assassin buiss, zoldycks suck ass, even killuas father, Poor Killua, he gets beaten for training almost every day hes home, he does the usual training he has at home, killua totally hordes food in fear, hes also a little and uses little space to help with ptsd, but only gon and allu know bout it, oh and leorio who helped him understand what it was, gon his killuas daddy, not in a sexual way - Freeform, hes just killua caregiver, Alluka has trauma tho dw, shes an angel and we stan, we also stan kalluto, he and kill are close here, kills just a great big bro, killuas dad wanna control him when he be 18

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3m3DY0V

#killugon #gonkillu #killua zoldyck #gon freecss

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decembercamiecherries · 7 years ago

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Graffiti- Chapter 3

Ao3 link

Chapter word count: 6075 -> Total story word count: 10270

Chapter summary:

"I won’t repeat myself again, Gon; back off. Even if you are a guest—which you aren’t—I need the room to—”

Gon cut him off swiftly, “To pack? That’s what you’re doing with the suitcase, right?”

“None of your business,” Killua replied coolly.

“Whatever it is you’re planning, it won’t work.”

Here’s chapter three! This chapter wasn’t supposed to be this long, but then Killua and Gon started talking and.....yeah XD I couldn’t stop writing once that happened haha. Oh, and here’s a playlist that I have for this fic if you’re curious and want to know what this fic sounds like. The songs aren’t in any order so you can listen to them however you want!

THANK YOU to @softkillua, @godspeedcomplex and @sketchxhunter for being awesome beta’s!!!!! Sketch is also the incredible artist who’s making the chapter art for this fic she’s amazing please send her a ton of love for her talent <3

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Killua didn’t wait for Gon to come to a full stop before he was leaping off the motorcycle and landing hard on solid cement. The impact sent a sharp jolt up his legs but the pain did nothing to stop him from racing up the front steps at lightning speed. He jammed the door key into the lock, throwing himself inside with a gasp.

And then he stopped short.

The parlor in front of him was empty, nothing out of place or amiss, but that meant nothing. Chest heaving, Killua listened for a shout or any sign of a struggle—anything to tell him whether or not Alluka was hurt, that Gon hadn’t followed through with his promise.

But there was nothing. The only sounds were his own panting and the heavy thuds of his heartbeat in his ears. Was the silence a good thing, or bad?

Killua swallowed down the metal taste in his mouth. Hesitantly, he called out, “Alluka?”

A pause. Somewhere behind him, Killua heard the roar of Gon’s motorcycle engine cut off. The seconds slowly ticked by, and yet there was still no greeting from the little sister he adored.

Shit. Killua gnawed on his bottom lip. Where was she?!

He said a little louder, with a little more desperation, “Allu—”

BANG!

Killua’s eyes shot upwards to the second floor of their apartment, heart jumping into his throat. Thunderous footsteps echoed from the hallway above his head and reverberated through the ceiling, and then Alluka was flying down the stairs in a whirlwind of pastel skirts and billowing brown hair.

“Brother!”

Alluka crashed into Killua at full speed, knocking the air right out of his lungs. The force was enough to send the pair stumbling backwards a few steps but Killua managed to steady himself just before they could tumble to the floor.

“Alluka,” Killua said, breathless. The relief that coursed through his veins was so intense it made his legs weak. He nuzzled his face into her choppy locks, inhaling the fruity scent of her shampoo and absorbing the warmth of her arms around his waist.

It was only then that he allowed himself to acknowledge just how absolutely petrified he’d been of losing his baby sister. They’d made plans for this kind of thing—how could they not with their parents on the lookout for them? But they’d never had to put any of those plans into action until today.

Killua held Alluka tighter and squeezed his eyes shut. They had both already lost so much. They couldn’t lose each other, too.

“I’m okay,” Alluka said quietly. Her words were firm, reassuring, but the slight quiver of her voice betrayed her true feelings.

“That doesn’t mean it wasn’t scary,” Killua murmured and felt Alluka’s arms tremble from the strength of her grip on his back. He ran his fingers through her hair in a vain attempt calm her down before confessing lowly,“I was really scared, Alluka.”

She buried her face into the crook of his shoulder. “Me too. But it’s okay, now. I’m safe and they’re gone.”

Killua forced himself to pull back. He stared into Alluka’s too-bright eyes as he asked, “Did Gon’s people come to help you?”

Alluka nodded. Her face was still paper-white, and the knot his his stomach twisted.

He hated seeing Alluka so terrified. He should’ve done better as her big brother to help her, he should’ve been here with her instead of—

“Alluka! You’re okay!”

The siblings twisted around, still clinging to each other like their lives depended on it. Gon was bouncing up the stairs with his usual sunny beam in place.

“I’m so glad!” Gon babbled as he rushed towards them. Killua’s arms loosened from around Alluka’s shoulders and he tried to gently but firmly pull his sister away from the gang member drawing near.

Gon wasn’t having any of that, though.

To Killua’s shock, Gon easily tugged Alluka right out of Killua’s grasp and engulfed her in an overly affectionate hug.

“Killua was really worried when he got that phone call from you,” Gon sighed while Killua openly gaped. He could barely see Alluka’s head under Gon’s chin— “But I told him it would be fine! You’re not hurt at all, right?”

“I’m fine,” she answered and the sound came out muffled. She patted his arm awkwardly as she said, “Thank you, Gon. I don’t know what would’ve happened if your friends hadn’t come.”

“Anything for you and Killua!”

Killua didn’t bother fighting the scowl that formed on his face. There Gon went again, acting like they had some sort of connection despite the fact that it couldn’t be further from the truth.

His pricking irritation evaporated the instant Gon stepped away from Alluka, however. Gon carefully looked her up and down, making sure to keep her at arm’s length all the while.

Killua blinked, eyes growing large. Was Gon…checking Alluka for injuries?

“Yup, you’re good!” Gon nodded, confirming Killua’s suspicions. “Not a single hair hurt on your pretty head.”

He patted the top of her hair and Killua felt his expression soften as Alluka giggled. He couldn’t help but melt around Alluka; if she was safe and happy, so was he.

And seeing that Gon made the effort to check Alluka was okay even after sending help was...oddly touching. The act was thoughtful in a way Killua wouldn’t have ever thought to associate with someone in charge of a gang.

“Hey,” Killua said at the thought and two heads swiveled to face him. “Where are your friends, Gon? I want to hear what those creeps looked like.”

“Oh, yeah! Good idea!”

“Everyone is upstairs,” Alluka cut in quickly. “We were waiting in my bedroom for you to return.”

“Was there fighting?” Gon asked. “Did anyone else get hurt?”

“No. By the time those guys forced themselves inside, your friends were arriving. So they ran away. Nothing else happened.”

As Alluka finished, she glanced at Killua. The hairs on the back of Killua’s neck rose at the secret warning shining from his sister’s bright blue gaze.

There was something Alluka wasn’t telling them. Something she didn’t want Gon specifically to know about.

“That’s good,” Gon sighed, completely oblivious to the silent communication between the Zoldyck siblings. “But I still want to talk with my friends about it anyway.”

“Same,” Killua added hastily. “Maybe we can report this to the police if there’s enough details.” Which would never happen—if a single trace of Killua or Alluka showed up in crime reports, regardless of false names or appearances, Milluki would find them. And Killua couldn’t risk that.

Again Gon failed to notice Killua’s lie. He simply said with a bob of his head, “Yeah, that’s a good idea! Let’s see what everyone else says first, though, before we do anything too drastic. Which room is yours, Alluka?”

“The last one down the hall,” she said and pointed towards the second floor. Gon bounded up the stairs without waiting another second.

A weight lifted off Killua’s shoulders as he watched Gon vanish from sight. But the feeling was coupled with a strange sense of loss—like grains of sand slipping through his fingers or missing a step on the stairs. It was weirdly disturbing; Killua wasn’t sure what to make of it.

Something tugged on his sleeve, pulling him back to reality, and Killua let out a long breath.

“Alluka,” he said lowly and his sleeve twisted in her grasp. “What was that look back there for?”

Alluka bit her bottom lip, averting her gaze. Anxiety started to claw its way up Killua’s throat. “Alluka, what—”

He cut himself off with a choking gasp when Alluka flung her arms around him. She squeezed him hard, her grip so tight he could hardly breathe.

“Go into your bedroom,” she whispered directly into his ear and he turned to stone in her embrace. “Something is in there that you need to see.”

She pulled away before he could get in a single word. She beamed at him, showing no sign of the daunting message she had just given him. Killua simply stared at her, his brain starting to kick into overdrive.

In his bedroom? What could possibility be in there for her to-

“Hey!” Gon’s head popped out from the top of the stairs. “Are you guys coming?”

“Yep!” Alluka chirped—a mask of cheerfulness that only Killua could recognize—and forcibly yanked Killua towards the stairs. “C'mon, Brother, I want to introduce you to everyone!”

Killua’s suspicions proved to be right; Gon’s friends were anything but ordinary. In fact, Gon himself was the most normal-looking one of them all. The other members of Gon’s gang were a mix of different shapes and sizes: one looked kind of like an actual bear, another had the huge glasses and two extremely large buck teeth, a third styled his age in a huge afro larger than any Killua had ever seen before or probably would ever see again. It was all pretty bizarre, as far as gangs went, but…

The group had an air about them that suggested they were more than they seemed. They were extremely alert, almost so much so that reminded Killua of his old bodyguards, and even the way the held themselves was tense like they could spring into action at a moment’s notice. They watched Killua like hawks and he had to fight down the urge to squirm.

The whole experience was just...weird. Definitely more than a little disturbing. Killua knew he wanted to get Alluka as far from Gon’s group of friends as possible before they even had the chance to tell him their names.

And the beyond creepiest part was how one of Gon’s friends—a girl loudly chewing gum with magenta dyed hair—kept scowling at him like he was an ant she wanted to squish under her shoe.

What the hell? Killua thought, narrowing his eyes at her while Gon prattled off names and random anecdotes he wasn’t going to bother remembering. The girl returned his stare with a challenging glare of her own. Killua was impressed by her refusal to back down, if nothing else. But that didn’t make him any less pissed.

“—and everyone, this is Killua!” Gon finished and clapped his hands on Killua’s shoulders. Killua twitched at the touch but otherwise didn’t move. He couldn’t shove Gon off him despite how badly he wanted to, not with his weird circus posse around.

Alluka nudged him in the ribs and Killua hissed, “Ow, Alluka, what—”

She jerked her head, eyes flashing dangerously. Killua sighed heavily and turned to face the group.

“Uh, hi,” he said lamely. He could still feel that girl’s stare digging into his skull and it was starting to drive him crazy— “I’m Killua, like Gon said. Thanks for saving my sister.”

The rest group smiled back at him. Killua was pleasantly surprised to find not a single sign of irritation or sneer at his awkwardness.

The large man with the face like a bear was the first to speak. He spoke in a booming, deep kind of voice, “You have a very kind and loving sister. We were more than happy to help.”

Magenta-hair girl snorted. Killua’s head snapped around, rage boiling under his skin.

“What is your problem?!” he snapped and the girl rolled her eyes.

“You, clearly.” She finally looked away from Killua, choosing to shift her palpable anger towards Gon instead. “We shouldn’t be here, Gon! Why are we playing house with these two strangers instead of doing the thing we came here for?!”

Interest prodded at Killua despite himself. What was going on here? He opened his mouth but Gon’s grip tightened on his shoulders in warning. Killua held back a wince at the painful way Gon’s fingers dug into his skin.

“That’s enough, Spinner,” Gon ordered, more serious than Killua had ever heard him. “Helping Killua and Alluka a little bit won’t change anything. You know that.”

“Then why—” she growled, rising to her feet, “—was the first thing you did after getting here seeking him out.”

She jerked her head at Killua. Killua’s curiosity grew even stronger—apparently Gon’s friend was upset because of Gon’s interest in him. What exactly had Gon come to Masadora for?

The girl continued loudly, “He’s nothing but a distraction, Gon! And not one we need right now. I don’t care if you think he can—”

“I said—” Gon’s hands slid off Killua’s shoulders and he took a single step forward, completely blocking Killua from the girl’s line of sight, “—enough.”

Chills skittered down Killua’s spine. The atmosphere in the room changed like the flip of a switch, darkening and freezing over. The afternoon sunlight pouring in from the window was anything but warm now and the tension in the air hung thick, impenetrable. Hostility radiated off Gon in waves and for the first time, pinpricks of fear stabbed at Killua’s heart.

Thank god it wasn’t him Gon was angry at.

A few tense seconds passed as no one moved. Finally, what seemed like an age, the girl huffed and stormed through the open door. She roughly caught Killua’s shoulder on the way out and Killua whipped around, snapping after her, “Hey! Watch it!”

There was a heavy sigh. Killua twisted around to see Gon’s tense expression; the fury had disappeared, leaving no trace of his anger had ever occurred in the first place.

“I’m so sorry about her,” he apologized with a grimace. “We’re all a little high strung right now.”

Killua scowled. “Yeah, well that makes two of us; someone tried to kidnap my sister.” He glanced at the other gang members, eyes hard. “And the rest of you? Do you all feel the same way?”

“Killua, don’t be like that—”

“Don’t—” Killua snarled and jerked away from the freckled teen, “—touch me, how many times do I have to tell you before you leave me the hell alone?!”

He twisted around and stomped out the room. He completely ignored Gon crying out his name, instead moving quickly down the hallway to the door just before Alluka’s.

Killua really wasn’t mad; in actuality, he was on that girl’s side more than he was with Gon. Gon really shouldn’t be spending time with Killua, especially since Killua didn’t want him around in the first place! Even more important than that, his presence had shattered the peaceful life Killua and Alluka had worked so hard to build; Killua wasn’t so naive to think that the two strangers from this afternoon were totally unconnected to the gang that had just strolled into town.

And it seemed Gon’s friends weren’t all too thrilled to be here either, Killua thought as he twisted the doorknob and pushed the door open. They had a goal in mind if that girl’s words were to be trusted. But what exactly had they came here to do, and what was Gon’s reason for talking to Killua?

“Doesn’t matter,” Killua muttered to himself because it didn’t. He had to focus on the task at hand—

On just what Alluka wanted Killua to find in his bedroom.

Killua took a step into his shadow-cast room, eyes quickly scanning the small area for anything amiss. His blue sheets still laid in a chaotic mess at the end of his bed, his pajamas were right where he had carelessly tossed them earlier that day. Everything seemed normal enough from here. But what about further inside?

Slowly, Killua walked around his room. His walls were bare and grey; no decorations or posters except for a few photos of him and Alluka he’d printed off his phone and taped to the wall. On his dresser was a star yo-yo Leorio had given him last Christmas and a stack of notebooks filled with scribbled notes from his online classes. Killua passed the dresser and lightly ran his fingertips over the skateboard leaning against it before turning around with a huff.

He didn’t see a single thing out of place. But Alluka wouldn’t have acted so weird if she didn’t—

And that was when he saw it.

Ice skittered down Killua’s spine at the sight of broken glass. He inched closer, careful not to step on any shards littering the carpet. The hole in the Killua’s single window was small, not much larger than a coin. There was no blood or cloth clinging to the jagged edges, nor any indication of what exactly could have made the hole in the first place.

Killua frowned. The hole was definitely too small for an animal or human. Even most bugs would have a hard time getting through an opening of that size. Something must have been projected out of this room—or into it.

Squinting, Killua followed the line from the hole. Surprise jolted through him as his eyes landed on his pillow, where something nearly invisible but shiny winked back at him.

Killua stopped breathing.

He didn’t know how he willed his legs to move; one moment he was at the window, the next he was at his bedside. He watched numbly as his fingers grasped the small needle implanted into the cloth and lifted it to his face. The needle’s golden metal tip shone in the dim light, like the thing was trying to tell him 'hello, I’ve been waiting for you'.

There was a note attached. Killua unrolled the curled paper and read in impossibly perfect cursive:

‘Found you, little brother.’

“Illumi,” he whispered to himself, heart clenching painfully.

That—that complete and utter bastard. Killua crushed the note in his shaking fist, grinding his teeth together. Had Illumi been the one to send those guys? Were they a distraction so that this needle could be sent, or were they ordered to kidnap him and Alluka? There was no way to tell. The only thing Killua could conclude from the message was the obvious warning there:

That Killua and Alluka were in danger as long as they stayed here. They had to move, get as far away from here as soon as possible—now, even.

But there was still rent for the remainder of this month to pay off…he could probably figure out a way to send the money through the mail, right? And he had to worry about Alluka, who had just finally caught up on classes and made friends. She wasn’t going to be happy about this, Killua knew, but it wasn’t as if they had a choice here—

“Your room’s really empty, huh?”

Killua didn’t react at all Gon’s abrupt appearance; he’d seen the sunlight subtly shift across his wall, heard the almost non-existent creak of pressure on the wooden doorframe. It would’ve been embarrassing not to have known someone was coming up behind him with the kind of training he had.

“Depends on what you’d call empty,” Killua said aloud as he curled his fingers around Illumi’s needle. The metal was ice cold and his palm stung where the tip dug into his skin. It hurt, but Killua would rather shove the thing into his head than have Gon see it and start asking questions.

“You barely have any decorations up, Killua,” Gon’s voice floated through the air. “I think my backpack has more stuff in it than you do in here.”

Killua looked over his shoulder. Gon was hovering at the doorframe, a playful smile gracing his lips.

“Did you just come in here just to insult my choice of decor?” Killua asked with a scowl. “Or do you actually have a reason for chasing after me again?”

Gon rubbed the back of his neck and peaked at Killua sheepishly. “Eh, well. You seemed really upset so I…I just wanted to say sorry again. For Spinner.”

“Oh.” Killua had already forgotten all about that with the presence of Illumi’s gift. “It’s fine, don’t worry.”

Speaking of Illumi. Killua had to start planning—

“Are you sure?”

“Mhm,” Killua said distractedly and strode towards his closet without casting Gon another glance. He opened the door and his eyes flitted upwards. It should be...oh, there it was.

Gon called out to him, “But you seemed really mad about it back there!”

“Yeah, well—” Killua grunted, teetering as he yanked his suitcase off the highest shelf, “—she wasn’t exactly the kindest person I’ve ever met. How else was I supposed to react?”

“Mm, true. I still needed to give you a proper apology, though.”

The suitcase dropped to the floor with a loud THUD. Killua straightened, breathless. “You—” he panted. “Just did. Apology accepted.”

Killua could feel Gon’s golden eyes following him as he tugged the suitcase over onto his bed. “Hm,” came the sound of Gon’s skeptical hum. “If you say so.”

“I did say so.”

“And you don’t have any questions about that whole conversation?”

Killua pulled the suitcase onto his bed ungraciously, then leveled a tight smile at Gon. “Nope,” he lied smoothly.

“None at all?” Gon pressed with step forward.

“None.”

“You’re not even a tiny bit curious about what she was talking about?”

“Couldn’t care less.”

Gon clicked his tongue. “You’re lying, Killua.”

“You keep thinking that,” he retorted, keeping the surprise off his face. How could Gon tell that? It wasn’t like they knew each other that well.

Gon shook his head, clearly bemused at Killua’s unwillingness to grab the bait. But he didn’t argue again, to Killua’s mild confusion. Instead he drifted towards Killua’s dresser and peered at the few pictures taped to the wall above it.

If Gon was going to give Killua the silent treatment, that was fine with him. Killua turned his back on the other teen and started to pull out the draws in his nightstand. He already knew what to pack—what was necessary and what wasn’t. He’d kept the mental list memorized for the past five years.

He shoved socks and underwear in first. Leorio probably had extra but Killua knew from experience that he could never be too prepared. He should probably text Leorio, actually, and warn him about what was going on—

“Is this you and Alluka?”

Killua craned his neck to see Gon pointing at a picture on the wall. A smaller Killua grinned cheekily at the camera, chin resting on top an even smaller head. The girl in Killua’s arms had her eyes closed and a wide, almost gaping kind of smile. Her chubby hands were held out, palms up, and her brown locks were tousled from the frozen breeze.

A stab of pain shot through Killua’s heart. A horrible ache rose inside him, crushing the air out of his lungs, and he forced himself to look away.

“It’s me and my sister, yeah,” he managed to choke out. He shoved a hoodie into the suitcase with a little more force than was probably necessary, eyes stinging.

Killua heard Gon hum. “You guys were really young here, huh?

"Mhm.”

“You two are really cute, you know.”

Killua stopped, head snapping up to glare at Gon. If this was some kind of stupid joke, Killua was going to—

But Gon was simply smiling at him. It was a genuine, tender kind of smile, the type that made Gon’s eyes crinkle at the ends and his golden irises soften into pools of warm brown.

Seeing Gon like that—honest, open and so obviously caring...was strange. Killua didn’t know what to make of it. He was used to Gon’s smirks and teases, his jibes and smug attitude. This, though? This was something on an entirely different level. It caught Killua off guard and for a few seconds, he simply stared.

“I mean it,” Gon continued while continued to Killua look at him wordlessly. “It was really heartwarming to see you guys reunite. You really love her.”

Killua took a deep breath to steady himself and started packing again. Focus, Killua, focus.

Aloud he said, “She’s all I have left. Of course I love her.”

“And your parents? Where are they?”

“Out of the picture.”

“Oh?” Gon asked. His voice sounded a bit closer than before, Killua noticed, and the back of his neck prickled.

“Yep,” he said shortly.

“Sounds like a story.”

“Sounds like you need to stop being so damn nosy.”

Gon laughed at that. Gon was always laughing, Killua was quickly starting to realize. That really shouldn’t surprise him though, considering how Gon never seemed to stop smiling either.

“You’re funny, Killua.”

“No—” Killua whirled around, glaring daggers at Gon who had somehow managed to slide up right beside him, “—I’m irritated and have zero patience to deal with your shit right now. Back up, Gon, don’t make me toss you out my window!”

Gon tilted his head curiously. “Out of your broken window, you mean?”

Killua froze. Gon continued casually, “I don’t think you’d be able to, anyway. I’m a lot stronger than you are.”

“I’m stronger than I look,” Killua growled, quickly recovering from Gon’s comment. How was Gon so—so bizarrely perceptive?! That hole had taken Killua a good few minutes to find—

“I’m still stronger.” Gon flashed him a smile that was all teeth. “I’ve got more muscle than you.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah. You’re more…” Killua’s limbs locked in place as Gon dragged his gaze over Killua’s body. He felt his pulse start to climb at the achingly slow sweep of Gon’s eyes and his skin tingled.

“…lean,” Gon finished. He sounded hoarse, voice rough in a way that made Killua’s breath catch in his throat.

No, Killua thought as his eyes widened. No, no no nononono—

Killua snapped. “I don’t give two craps about your obvious muscle mass, okay! I’ve got more than enough annoyance stored up from spending the last two hours with you to hurl you out that window!”

Gon stepped closer. His shadow fell across Killua’s face and Killua tensed reflexively.

“Obvious muscle mass? Have you been checking me out, Killua?”

The fury inside him boiled over. “Fuck you, Gon!”

“That’s a bit soon, don’t you think? We haven’t kissed yet, remember?”

Killua’s jaw dropped because— what?! WHAT.

“And wouldn’t that be really rude?” Gon continued in that infuriatingly thoughtful tone. “Tossing out your guest through a window isn’t exactly good manners, you know.”

Killua managed to choke out, “You are not my guest.”

Gon amended cheekily, “As someone who helped save your sister’s life, then.”

Shit.

“Listen,” Killua began and started to lean backwards to offset Gon’s leaning forward. “I—I really appreciate your help and everything.”

“Yeah?” Gon looked like he was desperately trying not to smile again.

“B-But I think, uh…”

Too close too close way too fucking close!!!

“What do you think?” Gon asked, face so close to Killua’s that Killua could make out every individual freckle sprinkled across perfectly tan cheeks.

Killua sucked in a shuddering breath. His heart was galloping inside his chest, erratic and heavy and real. Gon was gazing at Killua like he was entranced. Like Killua was something impossibly beautiful and fascinating something wondrous to behold—

All things Killua was not.

Killua clenched his hand tighter without thinking. He didn’t outwardly react to the sharp pain from the tip of Illumi’s needle, but it brought him crashing back to ground, to reality. To the fact that the longer they stayed here, the sooner Killua and Alluka would be in danger. And Killua couldn’t let his attraction to Gon distract him while their lives were on the line.

Because that’s what all these seemingly random feelings were, Killua abruptly realized with a shock that sent ice skittering down his spine. All of Killua’s reactions to Gon—the racing heart and dry mouth, the butterflies in his stomach and the red hue spreading across his cheeks and to the tips of his ears—it could only mean one thing.

That Killua was attracted to Gon.

“Holy shit,” Killua whispered between unmoving lips. He didn’t understand what the hell was going on; he hadn’t had a crush or anything even remotely similar in at least a year, and now this?! He couldn’t even tell if he was into Gon because of his body, or his interest in Killua, or—

“What?” Gon murmured and—oh god, he was still moving in.

Killua panicked. He slammed his hands flat against Gon’s chest and roughly shoved him backwards and away.

“But—” Killua snarled as Gon stumbled, “—it all ends there. I still don’t want anything to do with you or your little gang or—”

“Or my general existence?” Gon joked. He was too cheerful for someone who had just been violently rejected.

Killua ground his teeth together. “Yes. That.”

“I dunno, Killua,” Gon said and Killua felt a stupid little thrill in his stomach at the sound of his name rolling out between Gon’s enticing lips.

“—you looked pretty interested to me just now,” Gon finished slyly.

Killua immediately shot back, “You must have pretty terrible eyesight, then.”

“Nope. I got 20/20 vision.”

“Bull.”

“Not at all!” Gon said gleefully. “I could’ve been a pilot, maybe! If I wanted. But there’s a lot of rules and stuff in the military, so that would be hard.”

Gon was enjoying this. Really, really enjoying this if the smirk plastered on his face was anything to go by. He was getting a kick out from teasing Killua and seeing him squirm and flounder like a fish out of water. The sheer mortification from it all was enough to make Killua’s cheeks burn like melted wax.

“Not one for rules, huh?” Killua concluded sourly.

“No,” Gon admitted. “Not really. I rely more on intuition to make decisions on what to do, where to go.” Gon peaked at Killua through thick brown lashes. “…who to see.”

Killua’s throat tightened and he struggled to breathe normally. This was bad. He needed to break this bizarre spell Gon had on him- he needed to get back in control of himself. He needed to move, now.

“Good for you,” Killua said and was proud at the steadiness of his voice. “But not everyone is like that, you know.”

The corners of Gon’s mouth twitched. “No?”

“No,” Killua said firmly. “Some of us like the standard rules of society. For example—personal space. Ever heard of it?”

Gon was biting his lip to keep himself from laughing, now. “A little,” he answered.

“Good, then you should know how it works. I won’t repeat myself again, Gon; back off. Even if you are a guest—which you aren’t—I need the room to—”

Gon cut him off swiftly, “To pack? That’s what you’re doing with the suitcase, right?”

“None of your business,” Killua replied coolly.

“Whatever it is you’re planning, it won’t work.”

Killua rolled his eyes all the way to the back of his head and turned his back on Gon, facing his suitcase once more. “Yeah, sure, thanks for that oh-so-wise piece of advice. I’ll keep that in mind when— ”

“Running away from whoever is after you won’t help, Killua! They’ll just chase after you. And next time, they’ll get you for sure.”

Killua froze, one hand hovering over a zippered compartment. His tone was ice-cold when he said, “You don’t know anything, Gon. Don’t make assumptions just because you got a tiny glimpse of my personal life.”

“I’m not making assumptions.” Gon ducked his head to catch Killua’s eye but Killua turned his head away, refusing to even look at him. “Killua, you...listen, two men came into your home today. The only reason they would do that is because they wanted something. Most likely, that something was you and your sister. And now you’re saying not to make assumptions when you’re in the middle of packing your clothes to run away? And your window is broken? You’re scared about something, clearly. But bolting isn’t the smartest option here.”

Rage flared up inside Killua like a wildfire. He balled his hands into fists, knuckles turning white under the pressure. It took every bit of control he had to keep himself from lashing out at Gon right then and there.

Those words reminded him too much of his parents’ endless prattling: how he always needed to be one step ahead, how he had to act and think a certain way, that he had to be smart. Smarter than anyone because the moment you slipped, you fell.

But Killua would rather fall to his death than be shackled in chains for the rest of his life. He didn’t care about being smart, he cared about living.

“I’ve been smart enough to survive this far,” Killua snarled at Gon, tone acidic. “I don’t need advice from anyone on how to live my life. So shut the fuck up before I punch your lights out and physically toss you out onto the street myself!”

Gon reeled backwards in shock. He obviously hadn’t been expecting such a strong reaction from Killua, rage radiating from him in waves.

It only took Gon a moment to bounce back. He visibly swallowed before starting, “Killua, just listen, okay? I want to help you.”

“I don’t want your help—I don’t need it.”

“Just listen, then. That’s all I’m asking. You owe me that much.”

Killua didn’t say anything to that. Gon took it as a sign to continue and he said quickly, nearly stumbling over his words in his hurry, “You and Alluka are in trouble, okay. I don’t know why or how, but you are. You need to get away but there’s not a lot of people to trust if you’ve got a bedroom as empty as this.”

Killua barely held back the urge to swing his fist into Gon’s stupid button nose. “Gon, I’m warning you—”

“You probably are thinking you’ll go to Leorio’s, but Leorio is a doctor. Not really a fighting guy. He can’t protect you for very long, you might not even have the time to come up with another plan before these guys are marching up his steps, too. And then Leorio will also be in danger.”

“I don’t need you to repeat the flaws in my plan back to me—”

“So,” Gon said loudly. “You should stay with me, instead.”

Killua’s jaw dropped. “I—you—” he stammered, completely caught off guard, “—what?!”

“Listen!” Gon insisted, inching closer—again. “Me and my friends know how to fight! They protected your sister and they can protect you too while we’re in town. That should give you enough time to figure out a new life, new identities—whatever you need to start over again. I can give you time, Killua. Plus shelter and food and safety for however long you need it. Let me do this for you. Please.”

Killua’s mind was a whirlwind of chaos and confusion. Gon’s proposition was equal parts tempting and insane. But even though he hated himself for admitting to it, Gon’s plan was the most logical and would probably provide them the best protection. But…

“Why do you want to help us?” he asked.

Gon cracked a smile. “If you come with me, I’ll tell you. I’ll tell you everything. I promise.”

“Everything?” Killua repeated as his eyes narrowed into blue slits.

“Everything,” Gon swore.

“And in return? What’s your price?”

“Just your wonderful company and pretty face!”

Killua pointedly ignored that entire idiotic sentence. “I don’t believe you.”

“Then don’t,” Gon said simply and stuck up his pinky finger. “Believe your instincts. What is your gut telling you to do?”

Killua looked at Gon’s finger and nearly collapsed onto the floor. He couldn’t understand the absolute insanity that had been today. He was almost tempted to believe the last twenty-four hours had been a dream, but Illumi would’ve been here by now if that were the case.

“You’re crazy,” he said weakly even as he hesitantly curled his finger around Gon’s.

Gon’s answering grin was dazzling. “Only for you, Killua. Keep packing, okay? I’m going to tell everyone else what’s going on.”

He sprinted out of the room before Killua could properly register what Gon had said. And then Killua was left standing alone at the edge of his bed, face burning and skin tingling.

Killua let out a groan and collapsed onto his pillow. It was going to be a very, very long next couple of days.

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