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tinyshinysylveon · 4 years ago

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i suddenly got this idea where izuku is an anonymous famous editor for youtubers who hire him to edit their videos because he’s a professional at doing it, and katsuki is an upcoming youtube vlogger who travels around the world and yet doesn’t know how to edit his own videos to save his life, so no matter what he does, he always seem to mess up even the basics of editing (part 1/??)

“i think you need professional help” kirishima says as he watches katsuki trying to drag an edited cut on to his video for the umpteenth time that day “shut up, shitty hair just give me a minute-” an error popup. “did you just.. deleted the video?” “....”

katsuki keeps trying, he even watched tutorials on youtube (while skipping important segments ofc because he can totally do that all on his own!) but his patience is wearing thin until kirishima recommended him to someone who’s known in the youtube community for their famous editing skills

“..deku?” katsuki stares at his screen showing a youtube profile with the name deku as their username and an icon of all might with edited-in sunglasses “okay look, he may seem suspicious to you, but i gotta tell you bakugou, he’s legit, i’ve seen his videos and they look awesome!” well katsuki will be the judge of that despite this deku having 5 mil+ subscribers than him!

the blonde spent the whole day watching deku’s videos which mostly consists of amvs (anime music videos) and games, especially the ones that required a lot of effort to make, plus he even made tutorials! so he gotta give him credit for that, but alas, katsuki is still somehow having trouble following directions and gave up on the latest tutorial video on how to add an easy transition

when kirishima came to check in with katsuki, all he heard were multiple clicks and grumbled noises, he let out an exasperated sigh “i can’t believe you’re still trying..” “what the fuck do you want me to do kirishima?” katsuki was trying not to flip his table at this point. “hire him obviously!” the red head yells out as if that’s the answer to their problems “..and how do you suppose i do that?”

it actually took a lot of convincing in kirishima’s part, but katsuki finally threw away his pride and decided to send a message to deku’s business email that was left under his about page on youtube

“..i want you to become my editor and help me in becoming the #1 youtube travel vlogger in the community” kirishima reads the message out loud that’s displayed on the screen, “you sure you want to send it like this?” “i don’t see anything wrong with it?” “but don’t you think it’s too.. blunt? no formalities or anything like, hello i’ve seen your videos and i would be honored to have you as my editor, you know?” katsuki just shrugged, “it’s too late, i already sent it to him”

about half a day later, deku replied back, “Good afternoon Mr.Explosionmurder, I appreciate that you requested me to become your editor and would like to discuss further details about our agreement via discord. You can contact me by adding my username, deku#2463. I look forward to hearing from you.” to this day, kirishima still can’t believe his eyes when he read the message

“oi shitty hair, what’s a discord?”

it wasn’t katsuki’s fault that the majority of time he spent in high school was doing his best to stay on top of assignments and projects, plus being in the A honor roll, he didn’t really get to decide on his career until after he graduated, thanks to the courtesy of his parents owning their own modeling industry, he put the money he saved up to good use in traveling around the world and vlogging it for people to see with kirishima as his traveling partner

he explained all of this and his reasonings to deku on discord once he reached out to him and figured out how to use the platform, but katsuki was still suspicious regarding his video editing skills and wanted to see it firsthand on how his videos would look like as a finished product

deku: fair enough, send me your videos and i’ll see what i can do, until then, if you deem it satisfactory, which i’m confident that you will, i request a 50/50 payment on your revenue. take it or leave it.

for some reason, katsuki agreed to it without a second thought due to the challenging tone from the message; “i can’t believe you! i told you to trust him! why do you have to doubt him?! haven’t you already seen his videos?!” kirishima was full on panicking at this point, how were they going to make money?! “shut up, i know what i’m doing! i know what’s best for my videos!” it was a good chance too since they’re currently in hong kong and planning to shoot the top 10 tourist spots to visit as claimed by an article he found online

a few days later, katsuki finally got all the videos piled up in one folder and sent them all in a google drive to share with deku just as he requested, he even mentioned to him thru discord message to follow the cues he was giving him on his videos such as when he and kirishima took a stroll and tried foods in the temple street night market; “hey deku, i want you to do a close up of kirishima eating the curry fish ball with erotic music playing in the background” he smirks while focusing the camera on the red head eating without a care in the world and not noticing katsuki making the comment, “mmm dude, mmm you gotta try this, it’s so freakin’ good- wait bro, how long have you been pointing the camera at me?”

in less than a week, deku sent a reply back with the link to the fully edited video; deku: hmm, not gonna lie, but your cues were actually helpful and dare I say, creative? katsuki took it as a compliment and opened the link to the video file, it was about a few GB so it shouldn’t take a long time to upload on youtube, but.. was it ready? he called in kirishima to watch it with him and was actually prepared for it to look horrible despite deku’s obvious talent except.. it was actually pretty good?? better even?! “what did i tell ya katsuki? i told you he was legit,” his partner boasted, just earlier he was embarrassed when the part about him eating the curry fish ball with the “let’s get it on” music in the background showed up while the blonde just rolled his eyes.

explosionmurder: thanks, and i just saw it, consider yourself hired deku: happy to be of service! i’m looking forward to working with you, mr.explosionmurder! it would be helpful again if you provided the cues during your journey! :) explosionmurder: don’t mention it and also don’t call me that, call me katsuki deku: okay, mr.katsuki! [all might emoji]

kastuki found it odd that he became really eager during the exchange but thought nothing of it

a couple of months flew by and katsuki with kirishima in tow have already travelled in 4 other different countries, he even received about 500k+ subscribers, he’s almost to 1 million! as per agreement, he gives half of his revenue to deku which was okay with him since he still has a lot of saved up money in the bank including kirishima’s since they’re sharing it anyway, most of the time, his communication with deku have been entirely professional with a few emojis in between (usually deku’s part), until today that is

deku: it must be nice to travel 0: explosionmurder: pfft, what are you talking about? you now have over 7 mil+ subscribers in your channel since i met you, you can go traveling whenever or wherever you want deku: i can’t explosionmurder: what do you mean you can’t?

no reply

since then, katsuki didn’t want to think too much on what deku said and focused mostly on traveling, those videos won’t work themselves! after he finished, he sent over the videos of his recent trip from india over to deku and as usual, deku delivered it back beautifully edited along with a message

deku: that’s so cool! you guys went to india? *o* [link to video edit] explosionmurder: yeah, you should’ve seen shitty hair when he tried that really spicy curry, which reminds me, you did what i asked right? deku: of course mr. katsuki! as always, i’ve paid attention to every cue you asked for! [saluting pepe emoji] explosionmurder: good good, i didn’t just hire you to sit on your ass all day deku: haha you’re not my only contractor you know ^^” explosionmurder: is that what you meant when you said you couldn’t travel because you’ve been busy? way to be blunt katsuki, he mentally berated himself, but at least deku answered this time, although reluctantly deku: ...let’s just say im stuck at home in that very moment, is when everything changed between them explosionmurder: alright nerd, you sound depressed as hell so i’m going to give you the decision to decide on where we’re going to travel to next, think of it as a reward for all you’ve done for us deku: asdkjflas that’s too much! T_T are you sure mr. katsuki??? explosionmurder: i’m waiting, you got 3 seconds starting now, 3 deku: america! i’ve been wanting to go to america...

katsuki told kirishima his plans, then the spiky red head gave him a pat on the back and a thumbs up, “so you do have a sentimental bone in your body!” kirishima was almost close to being dead that very same day

when they arrived to america, he asked deku the list of things he wanted to see and most of them were, “all might amusement park, all might cafe, all might- is there anything else the nerd likes besides all might and superheroes?” katsuki says while viewing the list in the hotel they’re staying at. “give him a break, you said so yourself that he couldn’t leave his house, so this is the least we can do for him and for all the hard work he put in our videos,” kirishima reasoned with him

on the last day of their trip, katsuki did his routine in piling the videos together and sending them to deku with the attached message, “i actually bought you a souvenir if you want it, looked like the type of shit you would like, you’ll see what it is in the videos i’ve sent you” they’ve known each other long enough so he thought why the hell not, it’s just a matter of getting his PO address, and the response to this was immediate, “AAA I SAW IT! THANK YOU THANK YOU!” <3<3 <(^w^<)

it was an all might limited edition figurine only available in the US

for the first time, deku took two days longer to finish than katsuki expected him to since they’ve started because he always goes through them pretty quickly, maybe he’s too busy making them look up-to-par? whatever the case was, when katsuki received the video, it already had a title for it, “MY AWESOME TRIP TO AMERICA PLUS ULTRA!” kirishima just laughed and told him to keep it in honor of deku so he left it like that, “this better give me some views,” he grumbled and uploaded it the night before they went to bed, he wasn’t really worried in checking it out either because he has faith in deku’s abilities

the morning after was hectic, katsuki has been receiving notifications upon notifications on the “travel bros” (courtesy of kirishima) twitter since last night, one in particular caught his eye, “i can’t believe deku and katsuki are dating! who would’ve thought!” what?

a short video appeared underneath that came from the video he uploaded, and regretfully never took a look at, showing katsuki saying to the camera as he held the AM figurine, “deku, you should’ve been here, look at what i got you, nerd,” at first glance, it was supposed to look normal (from the original video!) except hearts and sparkles began appearing around katsuki as he smirks up at the camera, what the fuck? besides, deku was suppose to edit that all out! for every cue in every part where he says deku’s name, he was expected to delete them like he usually does! even though it was no secret that deku was his video editor, he distinctly remembers mentioning about him in a video they took way back when they first started out their contract agreement

meanwhile, kirishima was having a field day, he finally saw their video while katsuki kept on seeing other short videos of him on twitter from different segments of the trip in which he either had sparkles or hearts around him, especially when he mentions deku’s name; “bro you won’t believe this, our subscribers grew up to over 1 million last night!” kirishima yells enthusiastically, but when he noticed katsuki not paying attention to him, he looked over his shoulder to check what he was looking at. “oh that, you know those aren’t fanmade videos, right?” katsuki unblinkingly turned to look at him, “you mean..?” kirishima gave him a toothy grin, “yep!”

a video call from discord, “dekuuuu, what is the meaning of this?” a squeaky voice, “i-I’m so sorry i got carried away and i couldn’t help it! all might was too beautiful including you and-!” “..what did you just say?”

TBC maybe?

#bakudeku #katsudeku #bkdk #ktdk #katsuki x izuku #my trashy writing #I REALLY DIDNT MEANT FOR THIS TO BE LONG #the last time ive wrote something this long was my assassin!au #but this is probably longer aa #the ideas were flowing inside me so i couldnt help myself asdfghjkl #i have it all planned out but it was getting too long and i'll probably write the rest if this gets enough attention #;;;#I swear this sounded better in my head #ill edit this later..

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avengersassemble-fics · 8 years ago

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There’s Still Time (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Summary: AU! Doctor Barnes wakes up every morning next to the woman of his dreams, and goes to work and saves lives. One day when his older mentor has to leave for a family emergency, he meets someone who will change his life forever.

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AN: Uh yeah another story with my fave metal armed assassin but it’s an au?? i want fluff god damn it! alsoooo i watched a lot of house as a kid ok but damn daddy bucky coming to save the world

They call it the city that never sleeps for a very good reason. At just 4 am the sounds of car brakes and stores opening for business filled James Buchanan Barnes’ apartment, and he was up before his alarm even went off. But he stayed in bed, not wanting to disrupt the gorgeous red head sleeping next to him.

Natalia Romanoff laid naked beside him, Bucky’s arm clutched around her waist, and he just stroked her arm. God she was beautiful, and he was so lucky to have her. She was smart, independent, and didn’t really need him but wanted him anyway. There was only two minutes left before his alarm was to go off and he used every last second to savor this moment with her. It may have been like this everyday but it never got old to him.

His alarm rang once and Bucky was out of bed, making sure to shut it off before his fiance even moved an inch. She was a light sleeper, but he knew how to work his ways around her ever cautious self. It’s one of the things she loved about him. Bucky walked to his closet, which housed a few of Nat’s things as well, and picked out a nice white shirt and trousers for his day.

With a quick shower and a cup of coffee, Bucky placed a kiss to Natasha’s head and headed down to the garage, going over his daily checklist. His tools were already in his car, his phone charged, with a backup battery, he knew he had pens in his bag as well.. As he opened the door to his Ford Raptor and climbed inside, he figured he had everything he needed. It was just another day, another perfect day in his perfect life.

He tapped his fingers to whatever music he was playing as he sat in traffic from Brooklyn into Manhattan for exactly forty-three minutes, and hummed the beat to something as he walked inside the hospital he worked at. People smiled at him, greeting him and he nodded back a reply, and pushed open the door to his own office. The blinds were still closed and with the press of a button the began to retract upward, letting in the rising sunlight and he sighed in happiness.

The first two hours of his shift were spent making the rounds from the emergency room to patients coming out of their surgeries from the previous day. Each patient nodded their understandings of the following procedures, agreeing to keep up with their medicine intakes, and he occasionally set up physical therapy days for those who needed it. After taking a quick lunch break, Bucky was headed back to his office, when he heard his name called.

He knew who it was, it was Dr. Bruce Banner, motioning for him to come over. With a big smile on his face, he greeted his old pal slash mentor with a pat on the back, “What can I do for you?”

“Well this is Emily, she’s six,” he began and Bucky already wanted to cower into himself. Kid cases weren’t his things, neither were terminal cases. It wasn’t that he couldn’t do it, it was that he didn’t think he could do it in enough time. Guilty? Yes. But Banner could solve it, he knew he could. Bucky was always afraid of letting his feeling get in the way, and he couldn’t risk that.

“Admitted for a bloody nose and passing out, my team determined it could be an experimental drug her mother used which has recently been revealed to cause Kidney failure-”

“Jesus Christ,” he murmurs and Bucky sighs.

“Ultrasound showed it wasn’t her kidneys, so we’ve determined that it was her liver but..”

“Is it clear?”

Banner nodded and Bucky ruffled his hair, trying to think, “Well.. I think a lumbar puncture might determine if that’s true or not, so that should be your first step.”

Banner was quiet, thinking over the suggestion and he grinned, “I knew you’d have a fresh look on this, kid. Thanks,” he gathered up Emily’s case and paused, “you wouldn’t mind seeing over that would you?”

“Of course not,” Bucky smiled, although he felt like kicking himself. Bruce Banner knew how he felt about kids and terminal and near impossible cases, but he walked down the hallway to the elevator anyway, figuring this little girl could use his help.

Emily’s case turned out to be so much worse than anyone had thought. The lumbar puncture was going fine until her vitals started dropping and she began to stroke. It began so much clearer that she had a heart tumor, but why it was affecting so many organs made Bucky dig deeper. Emily was such a strong little girl, waking up on life support and still had this adorable smile on her face, and her green eyes looked at him with hope.

Carefully looking at her x-rays, he didn’t know how anyone could’ve missed it. The tumor in her heart had spread through her blood stream and into her liver and kidney. He ordered a surgery immediately with Doctor Strange (the best heart specialist Manhattan Medical had) and hurried down to Banner’s floor.

It was almost 6 o’clock, almost time for Bucky to go home, but he wanted to update his friend. After speaking with a nurse, he almost jogged down to an examination room, the door closed and Bucky opened it quickly, “Hey man, I just wanted - oh.”

He stopped mid sentence, seeing a woman hooked up to an IV, being helped up by Banner. He cleared his throat and her eyes shot to him, as well as Bruce’s.

You were a looker, very easy on the eyes. Your hair fell perfectly to frame your face and your (e/c/l) orbs seemed to look directly into his soul, you didn’t smile or anything but the nurse in the room sure did. Bruce smiled, motioning him to come in, “What can I do for you, kid?”

“It’s about Emily, her case, uh well,” he stammered, for some reason not being able to think straight, “it can wait I’m sorry to barge in.”

“Ah we were just finishing up, James this is (Y/N), my favorite patient and highlight of my week.”

You laughed as Banner unhooked your arm, rubbing the spot with his gloved hand to relieve any pain, and Bucky nodded, “It’s nice to meet you.”

It was like you didn’t care about his presence, but nodded your hello anyway, “You too,” you turned back to your doctor who handed over a bag of your blood to his nurse, “so what’s the plan, doc?”

Bruce wrote on his clipboard, which was heavily filled with your paper work, and spoke as he wrote, “Results should be back in a week tops, I’ll call you if it’s earlier. Same time next week?”

You nodded, grabbing your bag from the floor and slung it over your shoulder, and walked out the door, and Bucky watched, shaking his head out of his daze, and Banner chuckled, “If only I was 6 years younger.”

Bucky laughed, “You’re married old man.”

“And happily so.”

Bucky went on with his week as normal, but on Friday he kissed his beautiful fiance goodbye, her arms wrapped around his waist, “I’m gonna miss you, beautiful,” he mumbled between kisses, and Natasha grinned.

“It’s only for a week, two tops. I’m sure you’ll be able to survive without me.”

But she was so wrong, it had turned into one of the worst days he’s had in a long time. Mid surgery someone flatlined, only to find out the doctor before him didn’t relay an important piece of information. He clenched his hand so tight to make sure he didn’t knock him down to the floor. Bucky found himself sitting at a bar, hunched over on a stool as he downed drink number three, not even feeling a slight buzz. He mumbled something incoherent, earning a couple glances from people.

“If you keep talking to yourself like that people will think you’re crazy.”

Bucky looked up at the soft voice, glancing down at the bar at a familiar face. There you were, the patient Banner was with a few days ago, sipping on your drink a few seats away from, casually being checked out by a few other men. It had to have come from you, and when you set your drink down your eyes met him, still looking at him with a stoic expression. Stoic but warm, your eyes were lighter than he remembered, and he shrugged, “Bad day?” you questioned.

“Yeah, pretty bad,” Bucky mumbled, looking down at his drink. You, on the other hand, motioned for whatever clear liquid that was in your glass to be refilled and Bucky glanced up again. God what he’d give for Natasha to be here. He didn’t even notice the words that came out your lips, and he blinked.

“What?”

“Well whenever you burst into my examination room, you mentioned an Emily.. What happened?”

So Bucky told you the story, about Bruce telling him about this little girl, about him going into surgery and her seizing... He also told her about how she had the biggest smile on her face when she woke up later that night, and how he sat with her for almost an hour talking about how she was excited to go back to school in a couple weeks.

Bucky was feeling better, and he found himself smiling. You were sitting beside him at this point, just letting him talk, nodding when needed. The man went quiet which prompted you to look over, and he was smiling into his glass, so you spoke slowly, “I’m not sure what happened today but those are the days you want to remember.”

“But that was so dumb! He could’ve killed that guy-” he rambled and you hesitated before touching his arm and he seized immediately, his metal arm shattering the glass he was holding.

Your hand shot back and mumbled, “Fuck man,” below your breath and Bucky stood quickly, grabbing napkins to wipe up the mess, “I am so sorry, I didn’t-”

You laughed, and he stopped wiping the mess up and looked over at you, you were just giggling at the mess and stood, helping him wipe up the wet surface. He wasn’t sure what happened next, but Bucky was feeling a lot better and laughing at a joke you had made. And he found himself standing outside with you as you slid your coat on, and he stood awkwardly with his hands in his pockets.

“Thanks for.. that, I needed a little pick me up,” Bucky said, and you nodded, pulling your hair out from the fabric.

“It’s no problem, James. Everything could be worse.”

Bucky let your words sink in as you waved a small goodbye and headed down the street. Bucky walked the other way, pulling out his phone to call Natasha, eager to hear her voice.

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decembercamiecherries · 8 years ago

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Answer with a Question

I’m currently working on two longer fics (Big Bang and the hanahaki au thing) and I forgot how exhausting writing longer fics are for me? On one hand its cool to see something that big come together as you go along but on the other hand....it takes forever to complete.

So I wrote this instead today as a break. Can you believe that? I wrote something to avoid writing something else. Sighs.

Anyway. Please enjoy! Its canon universe~

Ao3 link

word count: 2000

simple summary: seven questions, two boys, one unbreakable relationship

“How old are you?”

Killua asks the question because he needs to know.

He’s seen other kids his age, of course. But that was during missions, with dried blood under his nails and the smell of death in his nose, and Killua-

Doesn’t want that anymore.

The curiously bright eyed boy tilts his head to the side.

“I’m twelve years old!”

The same as me, Killua thinks and hope filters into his heart like flowers growing through a crack in the wall-

And that was that.

II.

Gon wakes up to the sound of waves crashing against the shore and a warm breeze caressing his hair.

He’s not sure why he woke up; they leave the window open more often then not during hotter days, and the sounds and hints of life around Whale Island are never enough to stir him. So, why?

He rolls over to look at the floor, stops, and blinks.

Ah. That’s why.

He doesn’t bother putting on real clothes before he’s climbing out his bedroom window- the same one Killua must have taken to avoid making noise by leaving the front door- and lands on the soft grass next to Aunt Mito’s garden.

It doesn’t take long to find him. Killua might be an assassin, but he’s Gon’s friend and friends don’t have to see things to know them. And Gon knows that Killua has a nervous habit of checking his shadow even when the sun is down, and that sometimes even being on an island in the middle of the ocean isn’t enough to make him forget the emotionless eyes that were once glued to his back.

“Killua?” Gon says softly, careful not to startle the moonlight-drenched figure at the edge of the cliff.

Killua doesn’t even jump. He just says: “Gon.” and Gon’s heart leaps at the call of his name.

“What’re you doing out here?” Gon shuffles closer until they’re standing shoulder-to-shoulder, gazing out at the waves flinging themselves against the rock below them.

“Couldn’t sleep.”

Killua never sleeps, not really. The slightest rustle has him wide awake and frozen on the mattress and Gon knows that from the bed they shared in Heavens Arena, even when they didn’t have to.

Its because Killua doesn’t feel safe. He’s scared about things like family and heirloom and shadows that his training won’t let him forget.

Gon scuffs his foot against a pebble. He watches it fall off the edge and plummet into the water as he says, “You’re safe here, Killua. No one can reach you while you’re on Whale Island.”

Killua laughs but its not a happy sound.

“I know,” he says. “That’s why I can’t fall asleep.”

Oh.

Gon isn’t sure how to respond, so he doesn’t say anything for a minute or two. Killua doesn’t speak either, just stares out at the horizon like he’s waiting for something. Maybe he’s looking for a shooting star, or maybe the rising sun that won’t come for a few hours from now. Gon doesn’t know.

Gon just knows this: Killua’s never felt safe enough to sleep peacefully. Now that he’s with Gon, he still can’t sleep because being safe is so new and fresh and trust is something that still comes hard to Killua and probably will for a long time.

But Gon is Killua’s friend, and he doesn’t mind waiting.

He finally says, “You can share my bed with me, if you want. Like we did during Heavens Arena? That way you don’t have to be scared of accidentally letting your guard down. If anyone comes to take you away again, I’ll punch them in the face like I did with Hisoka.”

Killua sputters and his face turns red and something light flickers into his blue eyes and Gon is-

Gon is happy.

III.

"Do you need help with that?” Killua asks, eyebrows raised.

Gon squeaks and drops his ribbon in surprise. His cheeks are flushed red when he turns to face Killua and Killua can’t help the bubbling laughter that comes tumbling out of his mouth.

Gon is so rarely embarrassed, or in a suit. Its a nice change in both regards.

“Well?” he says as a grin spreads across his lips. “Do you?”

Gon deflates. “...yeah. Please.”

Killua jumps off the chair, snags the ribbon off the floor, before making his way over to his friend. Gon tilts his head up for him as he slides the bow around Gon’s collar.

The suit is chessboard black and white. Sharp contrasts in a silk-like fabric, a single pale flower pinned to Gon’s chest. The colors don’t exactly fit Gon, who’s tanned skin shines better against earth tones like gold-brown-green, but Killua thinks there are worse colors to wear.

Bleeding scarlet red, for example.

“Done,” he says and steps back.

Gon twists around to look at himself in the mirror. His eyes widen in wonder and his jaw drops.

“Wow! Killua, that bow is perfect! How’d you get so good at that?”

Hot, uncomfortable heat creeps up his neck. Killua shrugs and mumbles, “Practice.”

He doesn’t say: my father used to take me to meetings with people looking for our services, or, I had to wear suits to kill people more times then I can count, or-

“Killua? Zepile just texted me that he’s here. Are you ready to go?”

His head snaps up to find Gon smiling at him, gentle and soft and somehow understanding even though Killua didn’t say anything.

Its creepy how well Gon can read him, sometimes. Even when Killua is hiding behind locked lips and closed eyes.

Killua shoves his hands in his suit pockets. “Yeah. Let’s go get your dad’s stupid game. Your plan better work.”

Gon grins.

“It will. We’ll be playing Greed Island soon! Its just a matter of time.”

And Killua believes him.

IV.

They’re sitting on the trunk of a fallen tree, Kite’s team looking like tiny ants off in the distance between leaves and branches, when Killua asks:

“Do you ever wonder if we’ll find him?”

Gon pauses, apple halfway to his mouth, and frowns.

“Who?”

Killua kicked his feet against the bark. It makes a hallow thunk-ing sound. “You know. Ging. Your dad.”

“Oh.”

“Oh?” Killua repeats sarcastically. “Is that all you have to say? Oh?”

Gon lifted one shoulder non-nonchalantly; he doesn’t get why Killua is asking this so suddenly. He’s never questioned Gon’s mission before.

Gon says slowly, “I’ll find Ging sooner or later. Even if we somehow end up with someone else Ging knew after Kite, even if there’s someone after that...eventually, we’ll get there. I’m not gonna give up until I see him.”

“You weren’t listening.”

...huh?

Gon looks at Killua. He has his best I-can’t-believe-you-weren’t-paying-attention expression on, blue eyes narrowed to slits, lips pursed.

“What?” Gon says stupidly and Killua sighs.

“I asked if you ever wondered if you were going to find him,” Killua explains. “Not if you would actually do it! I know that, already.”

Gon makes a face. Killua likes using words like puzzles, slicing and dicing them to fit his exact needs. Killua is smart like that. Gon just says what’s on his mind and that’s that.

He turns back to his apple. He takes a bite before speaking with a muffled voice, “I never really thought about it. I used to a lot when I was younger, though.”

“What changed?” Killua asks.

Gon chews that over for a while. The answer should be simple: he’s a Hunter, now. He’s got Nen, now. He’s older, more determined now to chase something just always out of reach. He’s a thrill chaser.

Any of those answers would work. But they’re not the truth.

“I have you, now!” he says honestly and Killua’s legs freeze mid-kick. “And as long as we’re together, I know we can do anything! So there was never anything for me to ever wonder about after we met.”

Killua’s cheeks are as red as Gon’s apple and Gon can’t help but laugh at the sight.

There are a lot of questions Killua would’ve liked to ask Gon before that fateful midnight.

For example:

Do you really think Kite can be brought back to life? Or are you just kidding the yourself, burying the truth so far down you don’t even know its there?

What are you planning to do to Pitou? Will you survive the collision?

And even worse:

Are you okay?

(Killua already knows the answer and its not pretty.)

What can I do to help?

(He’s not even sure if there’s a point to asking this. Gon will do what Gon wants, like always. All Killua can do is offer his support. Even if Gon doesn’t want it. Even if he shatters Killua’s heart into a trillion tiny fractures that scatter into the air, too small to see with the blind eye.)

In the end, Killua doesn’t ask Gon anything. Because Killua is scared. He’s only fourteen and terrified that is best friend is slipping away to someplace he can’t reach-

And Killua knows the truth:

Unanswered questions are often less painful then the answered ones.

VI.

Gon bursts into their shared hotel room with enough force to send the door crashing into the adjacent wall.

“Will you call me?!” Gon blurts out, unable to hold back any longer.

Killua is standing at the edge of his and Alluka’s bed. He gapes at Gon as he holds one of his old shirts above an open suitcase.

“I- what?” Killua says weakly and lowers the shirt.

Gon’s heart twists painfully. He knows that shirt. It feels like a lifetime since he last saw it. Killua had worn that tang top the day he and Gon left Whale Island, before the Troupe and Greed Island and the Ants and Gon’s resurrection.

Before Killua told him that he was leaving.

Gon swallows thickly. “Will you...will you call me? From wherever you are with Alluka. I know you’ll be busy but. I- I would really like it, if you could.”

Killua gives him an odd look. “You don’t think I’ll call you? After I went all the way back to my parent’s home, barely managed to escape with Alluka and faced off with Illumi just to get you back? Jeesh.” He shook his head and went back to folding his clothes. “Yee of little faith, Gon. I’m hurt.”

Gon stares at his best friend. Killua isn’t doing anything out of the ordinary- just standing there in a simple and dark long sleeved shirt, silver hair still damp from a shower. He is thin and dangerous as a knife, scar-dotted skin as soft and pale as cotton sheets.

And Gon’s heart aches just looking at him.

He doesn’t want Killua to go.

But its not up to him.

“Do you, um,” he stammers, throat tight and burning, and Killua glances up at him. “I mean. Do you need any help with that?”

Killua’s answering smile is gentle. Its obvious he remembers the age ago when he had asked Gon the same thing- when they were still standing side-by-side in suits, waiting to find Greed Island. Waiting for adventure.

“Sure,” Killua says and Gon bites his lip to keep it from trembling.

VII.

Ring...Ring...Ri-

“Hello?!”

“KILLUA!”

“Ha, hey. Where have you been? I haven’t heard from you in a while. Did you loose service on Whale Island or something?”

“Nope! I’m not on Whale Island anymore, actually.”

“...what’s that supposed to mean-”

“Killua. Killua, can I ask you something?”

“You already know the answer to that.”

“Heh, maybe. I wanted to make sure, first.”

“You can ask me anything, Gon. Anytime, anyplace...any way you want to talk to me, I’ll be there.”

“Do you mean that?”

“Of course, stupid! I wouldn’t lie about something like that!”

“Then, Killua. Would you like to see me again?”

“...”

“Killua?”

“Gon. Where are you?”

“Turn around, Killua.”

“...I don’t- oh, holy- GON!!! GON YOU IDIOT, WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME YOU WERE COMING-”

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