Japanese Words:

Gomen'nasai=I'm sorrry

Arigato= Thank You

Ne= Hey

Italic words mean that the text is a thought or flashback.

Enjoy!


Desires

Born in a family of assassins is the worst thing that could happen to a young boy. Unless of course you enjoy killing people. A certain silver haired boy is supposed heir to being the ruler of the Zoldyck family. A family of assassins. One of the most well known family of assassins in the world. Of course looking at the silver haired boy you'd only see a loner. But looking past his looks, conceals immense strength, power, and a past filled with blood. However when the mirrors of his past shattered, the shards acted as wake up calls that struck his aching heart. Torture training, everyday murder, and isolation in that mansion. A lonely world. When he ran away he left a tear at his family's bond. Mentally and physically. Today he is quietly taking a break from his travels, at Whale Island. A nine year old boy wandering around on his own is a peculiar sight for the older people. It would make them nervous causing them to scold the boy.

The silver haired boy was sitting on top of a bench's backrest. His hands cupped his chin as the tip of his elbows acted like support that was planted firmly on his legs. He was calm, without a worry in the world. He closed his eyes and tried to relax as he felt the early morning sun heat up his face. He was quite pale, but only because of the time he spent in that mansion. The boy only escaped last year and was always on a cruise to a different place so that he could fully experience what the world's wonders hold for him. His fighting skills earned him money. His favorite place was the Heaven's Arena. He earned lots of money, but he usually'd just blow it off on some sweet, sweet candy. Then in an irritating second, the boy felt something poke his face. He threatened the person poking him. A threat to beat him up that's what.

"Hey." It was a boy's voice. He had an annoying voice. Squeaky and high pitched. A kid.

The previously relaxed boy's senses were turned on. "Why didn't they turn on earlier," was a question he asked himself. Maybe it's because he was so relaxed?

The boy opened his eyes and leaped high from the bench. He landed an foot away from the kid. He unsheathed his fists, readying him for a painful strike. The silver haired boy focused his eyes on the raven haired kid that stood in front of him grinning. He rubbed his face awkwardly to where he was poked, it felt weird. Touching was always a threat for a punishment... Poking was different. It seemed childish and...fun?

The silver haired boy's eyes shined like orbs as the sun's rays reflected from the. He attempted to present an intimidating look to scare away the boy. Blue aquamarine colors from his eyes shined. To no success of scaring away the child in front of him, he performed an assassination technique. Rhythm Echo. The after images materialized as the raven haired kid's eyes showed a sign of confusion.

The dumbfounded boy in the middle of the stance reached out to touch an afterimage. He fell down after tripping on a stone in front of him. The raven haired boy's face planted onto the ground. The silverette's stance instantly stopped. The contents of the pack on his back made a loud sound. Did something break? The silver haired boy looked at the other boy with a cruel look.

"Cool move! You were even able to trick me!" The boy on the ground's voice was muffled and it made him sound like an idiot.

"Huh? You're not scared of me?" asked the confused ex-assassin. His eyebrows spasmed a little bit. There was a kid who wasn't scared of him and he didn't know what to do. He didn't know how to react to it. What was he supposed to do?

"No, but this is payback! Ha!" The boy on the ground pulled a fishing rod from his backpack. The fishing rod's hook wrapped around the silver haired boy's causing him to fall. The ex-assassin had a funny feeling. He felt like laughing. An emotion that wasn't sadness or hate. He prevented his laugh. The new feeling felt wonderful.

Maybe laughing isn't so bad. He let it out in one big breath. He looked like a fool.

"My name's Gon!" The raven haired boy offered a hand. The eyes of the boy next to him sharpened. His hand was smacked away painfully.

"I'm sorry..uhh Gon, my name is Killua." The silverette said scratching the back of his head.

"Where are YOUR parents? I haven't seen you before in Whale Island before?"Gon rubbed his hand. He tried to ignore the pain on the surface, but Killua could really hit.

Killua's eyes widened.

"I'd rather not see my parents. They're... How about let's just say I'm a boy your age travelling around the world," Killua said. His lips barely parted. A secretive atmosphere was resonating from him.

"Well then let me show you around!" Gon stood up and tugged on Killua's wrist in an inviting way.

Why does this boy keep touching hi?. He'd let so many moments pass he couldn't hold it! Killua just followed with his left hand casually placed in his pocket.

Running through the trees already felt like an adventure so where is this kid bringing him to? There were mostly palm trees in the forest, but there were also a few oak trees.

In a quick slide of his boot Gon stopped both of them. His raven colored hair swayed in the wind as he climbed a tree that seemed higher than the other trees.

"How long does this kid expect me to wait here?"

He was up there for a while. Killua would look up once in a while wondering if he'd left him or not. Then in after ten minutes, fruits started falling on Killua's head. What was this boy's intentions? To kill Killua!? That'd be impossible at the other boy's age.

There was a loud thump as Gon jumped off of the lowest tree branch.

"So this is what I waited ten minutes for, and twenty minutes of running through the woods!?" asked Killua. Bitterness was obvious in his voice. Crossing his arms only made it worse.

"Taste one!" exclaimed Gon forcing an apple on Killua's mouth.

"Phoo! Hey watch it!" Killua was yelling now. He grabbed the apple and held it firmly on his hand.

"Juuuust try it!" Gon laughed mischievously. The apple was shot straight into Killua's mouth when Gon smacked his arm up.

Killua bit down. It tasted so good! The texture was just right. Crunchy, but still soft. And it's sweetness was out of this world. It was a balance between salty and sweet. But the sweetness seemed to overpower the saltiness. Perfection and balance Killua sometimes wished for.

"This is great!" Killua said without smiling.

"Oh loosen up and help me collect these for Mito-San," said Gon nudging Killua on the shoulder.

Gon put down his yellow backpacked unzipped it and started filling it with apples, two at a time with one in each hand. Killua joined in to. There were a lot of apples so it took a long time. Killua never stared at Gon's eyes a least once. On the opposite side, Gon just kept moving his head up and down to look at Killua.

"Is there something wrong with my face?" asked Killua blushing.

"No it's just that you never even asked who Mito-San is. And you just helped me," Gon said as he shrugged his shoulders.

Killua shrugged then bit down on another apple.

"All done now! Let's go!" Gon excitedly said. His hand reached for Killua's arm. The silverette's eyes sharpened.

This time Killua used his left leg to sweep Gon down.

"Stop touching me... If you keep doing that then I'll probably be provoked to injure you," demanded Killua. He shouldered Gon's yellow pack and walked back the path they had walked on.

"Here let's take a left," said Gon. He wanted to reach for Killua's wrist, but he knew it was wrong.

The walk was uphill. The height would usually cause people fatigue, but to Killua this was nothing. Like usual he put his hands in his pockets and walked normally. The gravity pushing down on him didn't matter as long as he's standing up straight.

"We're here!" Gon excitedly said as he opened the door. "Mito-San I'm home and I brought a friend with me!"

"I'm coming dear! But are you sure that person with you is a kid. There are petite people you know."

A woman with orange hair came out the door. She wore a caring, kind motherly on her face. Killua already saw that she wasn't the real mother, there was barely any resemblance to Gon. She wore a white apron over her black and red dress that reached just above her ankles.

"Well hello dear, do you want to come in?" asked Mito. "Oh my an actual child!"

"Oh Mito-San, he's not staying here. He just wants to travel around the world," Gon simply said.

Mito shot Gon a terrifying look that said to just put the apples in the fruit bowl. Killua noticed this and gave Gon the backpack.

"You know what I'll stay here for a while. It seems like a nice place," said Killua looking around. And in the corner of his mouth was a tugging smile. "I'll try to find my own place here. I'll just stay at the inn while I still have money. I could always camp after that. I could also live off of the island's fruits."

"Well you know you could always stay with us?"

"I don't want to cause any trouble. You've already got yourself a handful." Killua pointed at Gon. The boy dumped the whole bag of apples onto the wooden fruit bowl

"Tell you what, when I was little we had a small house before just right through there. No one uses it anymore and it's clean. Stay as long as you like, just don't destroy anything," offered Mito pointing towards more trees.

"Great more trees, but it'll do!" Killua bowed as he ran through the woods to check out the small house.

"Hmm what a mysterious kid."

When Killua ran through the woods. He thought about his family. They were horrible! All horrible! His Big Brother was horrible, His Mom and Dad were horrible. Due to his anger, Killua's hands were modified into their sharper version. His nails were sharper than knives. They were weapons...for murder.

Killua looked backed to see claw marks on the tree. Did he do that? He needed to control his anger and power or he could really hurt someone. He focused really hard to get it back to normal and it worked. His hand was a nine year old's hand again. It was always hard to control his power when he was angry. He didn't want to hurt anyone.

After getting through the countless palm trees, he saw a lovely old house that gave him three words. Home. Sweet. Home. Well at least until he leaves, but Killua didn't want to leave anymore. For some reason, the things that he saw here were beautiful and should he say were neat. Maybe there were more stuff in the island yet to see?

The silver haired boy approached the house door slowly. He was still in a state where he can't completely trust anyone. Sometimes dishonesty comes from it. When the door was finally pushed open. There it was the living room. A kitchen complete with a fridge, a dining table and stairs that led up to a room with a bed. It had a closet and a bathroom.

There was a loud knock on the door. A strange pattern Killua's never heard before. Then he remembered, he left the door open.

"Ne, Killua! I want to show you something."

"What is it?" asked Killua suspiciously.

"Follow me," said Gon smiling and walking down a dirt path.

"Finally no more forests!"

Gon was completely silent when he walked down the path. It was as if he was a different soul altogether. His eyes were fixed on the path. Even the birds and crashing of the waves didn't distract him. Suddenly the air became cold. Wind started blowing on Killua's face. Why did this island have to give him such a good time? The crashing of water became louder. Then mist started to shroud their surroundings.

"Here we are."

The view was amazing! There was a wooden railing that covered that cliff leading to a view of a grand waterfall. The rays of the sun reflected on the water. Like Killua's eyes, but much more beautiful.

"Thanks for bringing me here Gon," said Killua grabbing Gon's hand. He squeezed it a bit and watched Gon winced at the pain.

It was slowly wrapped with a white bandage. The hand that Killua grabbed was the aching hand he'd slapped away earlier that morning. One loop, two loop, three loop, Gon's body stiffened. His hand really was in pain, he just didn't want to tell Killua.

"Thanks Killua!" Gon beamed at Killua. Somehow Killua cracked a smile.


Killua woke up at peace for once. No yelling men gossiping about him and scolding him. He got up off of bed, made it and folded his clothes. Killua then went in the bathroom and started to take a bath. It was obvious that Mito's been here because of the new soap. It wasn't there yesterday.

The warm water felt good on his face. He let himself sink in the water. Only his eyes were visible above the water.

His hair was damp after taking his bath. It quickly spiked up again after being dried off by a towel. When Killua looked in the closet, and found new fresh clothes . He put on a black sleeveless top and brown pants. He got outside only to be greeted by that annoying pain. Gon.

"Good morning!" greeted the Raven haired boy.

"Oi, Gon good morning!" Killua waved. He thought he was a pain, but something about Gon was making him smile. Ugh it's not like he's his friend. Plus, assassins don't have friends. At least that's what his older brother Illumi said. Oh how he hated him. "How's your hand?"

"My hand still kind of hurts." Gon looked at his bandaged hand.

Killua nodded.

"Have you ever gone fishing before?" asked Gon holding up his fishing pole. He chuckled and smiled.

Maybe it was Gon's smile that made Killua happy?

"Are you going to teach me how?" Killua teased.

"Well yeah. It wouldn't be nice if I didn't," Gon laughed as he cast the fishing rod over the cliff and into the sea.

Huh? The silverette never knew his house was next to a cliff.

Killua watched for a long time to see that Gon was really at ease. He waited so patiently, not even twitching once. Then... snap! There was a bite. Gon struggled to pull it out. When he got it out of the water, they realized that

"Here's breakfast!" Gon said as he picked a stick from his pack stuck it right through the fish immobilizing it. He cleaned the fish and started a fire.

"Okay how's this supposed to be teaching me fishing?" asked Killua getting a little impatient.

"You can't start a day with an empty stomach!" Gon said pointing a finger in the air.

Gon roasted the fish on the fire slowly. Killua's stomach was growling at him. The scent of the fish was amazing.

Usually he could last a day without or water, but smelling food didn't help. It just made his hunger squirm inside of him. Killua looked at the cooking fish and started to drool. Gon started taking out plates from his backpack and also a blanket. He set the blanket on the yellow-green grass and placed three plates down.

"That took long!" Killua laughed using his fork to collect the fish's succulent belly. The fish was softer at that side along with it being tastier. Killua took a bite and immediately smiled.

"Good right!" Gon said as he stuffed his face with fish.

"Yep!"

"Let's finish it then!"

20 Minutes Later...

"You're a fast eater!" teased Killua. He sat there as he pointed at Gon.

"Gon, doesn't your hand hurt every time that you fish?"

"Well yeah, but I gotta do something."

"Now let's teach you how to fish." Gon stood up and held his fishing rod firmly. He explained the proper way to hold the fishing rod and cast it. His aquamarine eyes were fixed on Gon.

Killua thought this kid would be annoying as hell, but he seemed kind of nice. Killua felt like...smiling instead of remaining expressionless. When he was little, he smiled, but those were the times when he killed for sport and his Dad and Illumi congratulated him for it. But. If what had been done to the corpse of his victim didn't satisfy both of them, they would torture him. The scars had disappeared from that time and back into the pale skin.

"Now you're turn Killua." Gon offered his fishing rod to Killua. The silver haired boy did what Gon told him to do, but still there was no bite.

"Gon I don't think this is going to woooooork!"Killua was accidentally pulled by a fish due to the fact that he wasn't paying attention.

He tried to pull the fish out of the warm ocean waters, but he was far to close to the cliff's end. Quickly he regained traction with his shoes and pulled the fish out of the water by force. The fish was in the sky and it looked like the catch of a lifetime! It landed straight on Killua's hands.

"You did it Killua!"

"Yeah!"

A Year Later

Killua sat on a couple cargo box stacked on top of another near the dock while he ate an ice cream. Chocolate. It was his favorite flavor. He licked and finished his ice cream slowly. It added more flavor on his tongue.

The silverette had adjusted his feet where right foot was below of his left leg. It was quite peaceful on Whale Island. He had decided to stay there until it was the right time to leave. It made him sad to think about ever leaving. Or at least, if Gon leaves.

"Hey kid!" Killua eyes fastened on two men who were sailors. "Get off of our boxes!" The men said it rather...demanding.

"No," Killua said smirking.

"One more time kid."

The silverette stuck a tongue out and began to wave a middle finger at them.

"Why you!" The two men had their hands on the silver haired boys shoulder. Each man had one hand on each shoulder. There was blood splatter and the sound of screaming as Killua stood up. The sailors dropped hard to the ground. He puckered his lips and started whistling leaving the two bodies.

"Could've just asked nicely," Killua said to himself.

Killua heard a sound from behind him as he walked on the path that went through the village. It sounded like clapping. Hard clapping like how it sounded if someone of his family's strength would clap.

Killua's eyes widened and he stopped walking. It got him thinking about who could be the one clapping at people who've just been killed. Obviously assassins. Assassins enjoyed death as much as enjoying their favorite thing. Because it is their favorite thing. He turned around slowly and looked at the ice cream he'd just dropped. It was launched straight at his face. Killua's eyes became sharp and his mouth twitched. He dodged it in a flash. He turned around to see a suspicious looking man with a brown hood.

"Who are you?" asked Killua taking a step back.

"You know me and you've lived with me," The man chuckled. "I made you."

The sun shined in to the man's hood and completely revealed his identity. All Killua could think of was to step back. His hear began to thump louder and louder. He trembled down to the ground. His finger's began to dig into the earth. Numb. The way he'd feel at home.

He knew who the man was. Silva Zoldyck. His own father.

"W-Why are you here?!" Killua yelled in shock.

He stood up quickly and ran behind the man. Killua adjusted his hand and morphed it into the knives that were used to kill the sailors.

He tried to stab them in the man, but it was stopped by a powerful grip on his wrist. The grip was powerful. Painful. It reminded him of the torture he'd been through. His whole body was shaking in fear. Was he going back to the isolation room?

"You've grown my son," said Silva lifting up his hood."I know you still train yourself and that you get nightmares every other night. Don't resist it. Play with it. It'll make you stronger. More of a killer!"

"Stop it please! Let go of me father!" Killua struggled and shook.

The fear and the pain he felt came back to him. His heart thumped against his ribs. It was beating faster and faster. His head thrashed around and he kicked at his father's knee. The kicks didn't bother the man. He just let it pass so that Killua could tire himself out trying to fight back.

"P-please just let me go!" Killua kept struggling.

"As you wish." Silva threw Killua across the path.

The silverette used a little bit of his strength and took a step. He fell down to his knees.

"Pathetic..."

Silva dashed towards Killua and struck him straight on his face. This sent him flying once again.

"P-pl-please just let me go."

"This is for your own good." Silva took out a whip from his pocket and lashed it at Killua. With every strike, he cringed. His whole body began to shiver. He bounced at every single strike.

"Stop... Please stop... I don't want anymore of this... If anything just kill me! STOP! PLEASE! YOU'RE HURTING ME!"

Killua screamed high and loud. He screeched.

"STOP IT FATHER! I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE! IT HURTS! PLEASE!" Killua kept on screaming and for the first time in year, he was frightened. His body and mind had gotten numb.

Silva chuckled.

Killua gasped for breathe. His whole body ached with pain. All the strikes were placed where no one would see it. His father was as smart as ever. Silva walked towards him, got down to his level and spoke."That was your punishment for breaking the family."

Killua whimpered.

"Come home. You don't have to stay. Just show yourself to the family. If you don't, there will be consequences for Gon."

"H-how do you kn-know him?"

"You know my sources." Silva smirked.

Fear and sadness started fill Killua's body. His body shook. If Gon were to suffer the consequences of his family. Then...then they will break him. Torture him from the break of dawn to the darkness of midnight. He'll be an empty shell by the time they're done with him. The real Gon would be gone. He wouldn't be able to talk to Killua anymore. Gon'd just be gone. Into nothing.

He couldn't let this happen. Gon was Killua's happiness. His smile and how he tried to teach him that touching doesn't always mean a engagement for a combat. Step one: Calm Down. Step Two: What's the situation? Last Step: Make the right response. Those three steps. But choosing the decisions he desired would hurt Gon. So he had to hurt himself.

Killua shook his head and tried to act tough.

"Okay. I'll come and show myself, but I will not stay."

"Understood," Silva said disappearing into thin air.

At least Gon was safe now. Killua walked down the path to where the town was and kept passing through. His stomach ached from all the whipping. It hurt everywhere...

He saw people look at him and point out his messed up clothes and freaked out face. He had to talk to Gon that he was leaving or else that kid'll go crazy. Maybe he even liked him in that way, but Killua just thought him as a weird boy. When he reached Mito's house he was about to knock when Gon had appeared from behind him.

"Killua I'm right here, is there something you need?" asked Gon holding his fishing rod.

"I-I just wanted to tell you that I'll be going somewhere. Don't follow me. And don't try to get contact with me because my business right now involves something you don't need to know about," said Killua with his fists clenched. His feet then started moving.

"Wait! Killua don't run away," Gon caught Killua's wrist before he had the chance to take his first step. The silverette had to bear with the pain of Gon's grip. His dad's grip had really hurt him. Gon's hand fell to Killua's. It squeezed his then slowly it slipped away.

After letting go of Killua's hand Gon began to dig for something in his pocket.

"Remember me by this," said Gon handing Killua a carved wood figure. It was shaped like an aquamarine orb. "The real crystal and its color kind of reminds of your eyes."

Killua shook Gon's hand and took the wood crystal. He turned around, but Gon's hand on his shoulder was preventing him from advancing. The silverette tried to shrug off Gon's hand to no success. Instead he was spun around and enveloped into a warm hug.

"Arigato, Gon," Killua whispered.

"Now go Killua," Gon said smiling softly.

Killua ran through the seemingly endless "forest of thoughts" to get to his house. His emotions seemed to open up in that forest. His thoughts just told him that he saved Gon. While knowing that he was eventually going to be hurt when he got back in the Zoldyck mansion. His running accelerated. He just wanted to get to the clearing where his house stood.

As soon as he got there he began to pack up his food and clothes. Once again he ran to a dock, but this time not to escape, but to go back.

The last time Killua ran like this was when he ran from home. His feet ached at that time. The branches from the trees that shrouded the Zoldyck family Mansion tore pieces of his clothes. He had to buy some from his spare money.

Killua's been hopping from boat to boat by that time. That's when he accidentally missed the earliest boat from that island. He didn't care that he missed the last boat, but he was thankful he got on the next boat. If he'd boarded the first boat, or any boat at all, then he would've gone somewhere other than Whale Island.

As soon as Killua had got on the boat he was on his heartbeat was speeding up again. His aching bruises seem to hurt again. The thought of returning to Padokia was...something even Killua couldn't bare. His family was his biggest fear. The fear of being locked up again.

Those thoughts were what made the ride long and nauseating. When the boat finally stopped Killua blindly got down from the boat. He fell into the water. He was way too distracted. But on the bright side, falling into the water was the highlight of his trip... At least he got to go for a swim. He quickly swam back to shore and headed for Kukuroo Mountain with his hands in his pocket.


Reaching the base of Kukuroo mountain, there was the stone wall. Killua saw how a lot of people came to tour around here when he was younger. He'd sit atop of the gate and watch the idiots foolishly enter the intruder's door and get killed by Mike. He'd laugh at all the people who'd been tricked. Then when he'd get fed up by all the people, he'd snack on a lollipop.

Killua's father talked to him about the Testing Gate a lot. But he never tried to open it until the time when he escaped. Three doors opened when he used his strength. Killua vowed to improve that. Now, he looked at the gate and waited until less people were around. Killua pushed with all his might and still opened three doors. He spat on the ground his mind filled with anger. He wasn't strong enough to open four doors.

Killua walked in and remembered how it smelled like blood when he entered his family's forest, or more like-backyard. It still felt cold. The screams that he heard here were the most terrifying ones a human can ever produce. But if Gon were with his family. His screams would be all the sounds of people's screams. Tripled.

Killua bit his lip. He closed his eyes and remembered his pain again. The tip of his eye shined then it disappeared. Killua remembered where he wasn't aloud to cry during his training. Now wasn't the time. So he walked on, smiling at Mike when he saw him.

"Killua welcome back!" greeted a girl who's about Killua's age.

She held a staff that a yellow orb on the end. This girl served as the guard for the mansion. Killua remembered watching her battle for the first time. She defeated an entire group of intruders. Killua smiled when she defeated all them easily, while demonstrating Rhythm Echo in the process. She could never be his friend. The girl would be killed by Killua's mother. "Assassins don't have friends. Stay that way my sweet 'Kil," is what Killua's mother used to say. She was wrong. Forever wrong.

"Hey Canary," Killua waved.

When Killua quietly walked past Canary, He smirked and faced her ear.

"I think I finally want a friend," Killua said his bangs falling to cover his eyes.

Canary smiled. She held a hand up in the air, but it went straight down. She knew that Killua's mother was watching from the depths of the dark forest. Killua continued to walk past her. He remembered the looks of the path. The way he ran. The way he kept on tripping on the stones. The way his feet tried to keep quiet. Canary let him go when he passed her that night. It was obvious that she was punished.

"I'll find what you call a friend," Killua whispered those exact words to Canary. Then she smiled and let him through. But that was then and now is now.

When Killua entered through the Mansion door. He was greeted by couple butlers. The long dark hallways was something he didn't want to see anymore. The torches that were attached to the walls shined light through it.

Realizing that none of his family members stood in the gloomy hallways, Killua expected them to be in the Family Room. Not all of them of course. Millaku's probably in his room. It was also possible that some of the family were in a mission that they were assigned to. Slowly opening the door to the Family Room, he was greeted by familiar expressionless face. A face filled with cruelty and danger, Illumi's face. His clear eyes looked at Killua then let him through without saying a word.

"Welcome back my sweet Killua," said Killua's mother looking at him. "Illumi, please leave I need to talk to Killua."

Killua's mother sat on a couch that's located in the middle of the room. Unlike the hallway, the other rooms are much tidier and nice looking.

Killua looked at his mother with softer eyes. He had no choice. The things that could happen to him would be extreme if he disobeyed an order. The couch was warm. His mother looked at him and said nothing. Killua was the first one to speak.

"Gomen'nasai," he whispered.

His mother smacked him on the back of his head.

"You want a friend!? You're weak pathetic!"

Killua lowered his head. One beating was enough for today. Now his back was beginning to hurt as well.

"You don't need friends! Friends are for the weak! You have you're own power without friends! You'll grow through training!" Killua's mother began to scream.

"Stop it! You can't command me forever!" Killua raised a fist at his mother's face.

"Oh you're going to hurt me again are you? Go ahead."

The silver haired boy's took a moment to charge his fist. Then it was surprisingly stopped. He struggled against the grip on his wrist. It was crushing. Something one of his family members could only do. Weaker than his father, but certainly strong.

"Good Night 'Kil," said Illumi.

Killua's head was smacked really hard. He felt his eyes close slowly. The only thing could think about was Gon.

"Be safe G-Gon."


"Killua!" Gon yelled as he sat up from resting on the beach shore.

Gon had been thinking of Killua ever since he left and now he's getting restless. Having constant dreams about Killua getting hurt wasn't pleasant either. Gon knew he was tough because of all the training he'd been doing on his own. Gon only left whenever Killua was training even if Killua never saw him. Gon always assumed it was for the Hunter Exam, but there was something different about the training. Killua sometimes harm or hurt himself to improve his performance.

"I have to get home it's getting late."

When Gon got home for dinner, he played with his chopsticks lazily. Click. Click. Click. His heartbeat was out of place without Killua by his side. He sighed and dropped the chopsticks on the food he barely touched.

"What's wrong Gon? You've been very out of place lately," Mito asked as she squeezed Gon's shoulder in a comforting way.

"Nothing Mito-San."

"Killua please be okay!"