A/N: Sup, peeples! What a great way to introduce myself and the story... nah. I'll let the HxH characters do it for me.
Gon: Did you know this originally was going to be a songfic?
Killua: But it's not any more.
Gon: A big shoutout and mega thank you to- pyrrhicvictoly, MeikoAfterDark, and OnlyTheBeginningOfTheAdventure!
Killua: You three helped out freeflight a lot. Go check out their work!
Gon: Read and review!
the vast sky holds a bounty of lost thoughts
we just wait here for our cap and crazy slots
All was silent, save for the punches Gon was currently enduring. The young boy stood erect, his face a mixture of pain and hurt; whether physical or emotional, one did not know, but Gon made no motion to move or attack.
"Why aren't you stopping him?" Knuckle asked, bristling.
From the sidelines, Killua grimaced. He hated that question. He hated his reality- his reality in which he had to watch his dearest friend get beaten up in the name of honor.
Screw honor. All Killua wanted to do was kick back and chill out with Gon. Nothing else. No worries. Just two companions. Together.
But Killua wasn't stupid. Dreams were merely dreams and nothing else. The only substantial thing Killua held was reality, and reality always disappointed him.
Left, right, left.
Kite's movements met their mark, one by one.
Spitting out a spray of crimson blood, Gon fell to the ground and instantaneously got back up, his eyes shining in anger.
Killua frowned. Why isn't Gon stopping him? Is he really going to lose to a puppet?
No, Gon wasn't losing; of all things, he was winning, overcoming. With each blow that landed, a piece of Gon's heart got over Kite. Got over his own reality, as brutal as it may be. As seemingly futile the situation looked to an outsider, Gon's resolve was actually strengthening.
Killua understood.
Ducking so fast he was but a mere blur, Gon dodged the next swing and came up in front of Kite, pulling his broken body into a tight embrace.
"Kite… Kite's attacks are much stronger."
The once graceful Kite only stood there, bare arms hanging limply at his sides, jagged red scars etched across his torso where a distant memory held him with no intent of letting go.
Killua… didn't want to let go either.
A/N: There you are! Kite was such a wonderful character. *sniffle* I will forever uphold his name (inside joke). Be on the lookout for the second installment... some time soon. Oh, and the two lines before the fic were from the song I was goingto use when I was planning on doing a songfic. It's basically just my translation of "Nagareboshi Kirari" or "Shooting Star", which is the 4th ending in the 2011 series.
Feel free to review this fic! I don't care if your harsh, as long as you're being honest (because that right there totally makes sense). In the name of Kurapika and all things pie-related, Lelouch vi Britannia commands you to review! (that made sense too) Anywho... *awkwardly trails off*
Gon: See you next time!
Killua: Hai, hai.
