notes: ah... ok this has been sitting in my folder since February like idk why i did not upload it just in case anyone likes it~ this is a slice of life au? text messaging fic ;D
notes2: i'm also v sorry about the format, believe me it was a pain. the texts switch from gon's p.o.v to killua's if it's hard to tell
disclaimer: i own nothing!
GAME OVER, the words finally shown on the bright blinding screen.
It took hours for his eyes to finally rip away from his computer and Gon flung himself onto his bed, worn down. He opened up his backpack; dreading the amount of homework that had to be done. His Aunt Mito, had told him to start earlier since he had an exam that week. Unfortunately, as usual, Gon procrastinated. He stared at the physics homework in front of him and his brain failed him. I don't know any of this.. He sighed heavily.
Earlier that day, he was warned that if he failed physics, the coach would have no choice but to kick the best player off their team and panicked. I don't want to disappoint my team… Hnn.. I'll text Kite! He's a senior, he must know this. Hm… Gon searched for his number in his planner. Oh! Here it is!
Gon squinted at the illegible number scribbled down. Wow… uhm, is my handwriting that bad?
From: [insert unknown number here]
To: You
It's probably this.
And Gon enters his message. Praying that Kite is awake and willing to help him at midnight. They were friends after all.
On the other end was a boy around the same age, and that's where the similarities faltered and ended. Like a fairy tale almost, he lived far away. Far different in terms of a royal lifestyle and menacing experiences. He lived on the outskirts of the city, inside a mansion enclosed by fortified walls, sharp spiked gates, and death to those who dare to invade. He had only lived there for the past 15 years and the only times where he is allowed out are on nights where he is told to run an errand for his parents.
Tonight was one of those nights.
Light hair and bright eyed, scarred skin, and tainted hands. He'd just finished taking a shower to have the blood and grime wash off him. It was Illumi's turn now to go. He heard the car revving in the distance, a owl hooting, and, of course, as was expected sooner or later, screams of agony. He wondered if he should've felt pity or something anytime someone of the Zoldyck family left the mansion. But he didn't. It was a sort of apathy he felt he had gotten used to. He remembered once he used to care… once younger.
Seconds later, he found his phone vibrating on the edge of the table by his bed and strolled over thinking Alluka couldn't sleep.
To: You
From: ?-?-?
[12:07 A.M.] Hey Kite! There's this physics question I don't quite get…
He glanced at the screen with conflicting eyes at the unfamiliar number. When he had gotten a cellphone, he never thought of what to do when people had mistakenly message the wrong number. From what he remembered, his parents told him- no, warned him to always dismiss it - to ignore any contact from the outside world. Those were the conditions he had to abide by to at least text Alluka, his little sister who was kept away.
He clenched his fists. He had rules to text to her and it made him indignant to no bounds. Why should he follow them? Laws and rules meant nothing to the Zoldycks and he, especially, didn't. He was never one to listen to his parents. As long as they wouldn't find out, and so, he decided to break the rules.
To: ?-?-?
From: You
[12:10] You do realize how late it is?
He'd play along. It was much more humorous that way.
To: You
From: ?-?-?
[12:11] Yea ahaha… I kinda stalled on homework….… sorry if I woke you…..
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To: ?-?-?
From: You
[12:12] You didn't.
The following milliseconds, a text was sent to his phone.
To: You
From: ?-?-?
[12:12] A car travels 90. meters due north in 15 seconds. Then the car turns around and travels 40. meters due south in 5.0 seconds. What is the magnitude of the average velocity of the car during this 20.-second interval?
[12:12] What is it? :o
The boy with skills threatening laughed. How long had it been since he did this? He was sure it was a couple of years ago, probably before the age of ten. Was he speaking with a ten year old? This is common sense though. Nevertheless, there was no way...
To: ?-?-?
From: You
[12:14] I'm not doing you're freakin' homework.
He was met with waves of rings and vibrations from his cell. Fuck! He shut off the vibration setting and put his phone on silence. The last thing he wanted was Milluki or Illumi to hear and investigate. They had ears like a hawk.
To: You
From: ?-?-?
[12:14] PLS!
[12:15] IT'S DUE TOMORROW!
[12:15] IM FAILING THE CLASS! (,,# ﾟ Д ﾟ )
[12:16] (((( ;°Д°))))
[12:17] THEYLL KICK ME OFF THE SOCCER TEAM!
How mundane… the thought had him rolling his eyes. Now, he imagined he was speaking to an incompetent teenage jock and he wouldn't mind teasing with him a little. He paused until he could almost sense the anxiety of his mysterious textmate roll off in waves through the device in his hands.
As he thought about it, it was probably quite cruel to leave the guy in suspense, as it wasn't a very nice thing to do.
Then again, he wasn't very nice, now was he?
The boy, smug, waited even longer.
To: ?-?-?
From: You
[12:25] Lol
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To: You
From: ?-?-?
[12:25] PLS ILL DO ANYTHING (((( ｡ (´°Α° ) ｡ ))))
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To: ?-?-?
From: You
[12:26] Anything?
Smirking, he suddenly got himself into thinking of the most embarrassing, perverted things he could get away with a promise that reeked of desperation like that.
To: You
From: ?-?-?
[12:26] YES
He snickered, but couldn't tell if he was the type that takes every word one says seriously or a hypocrite, and he had seen enough phonies to know he hated them. His mother being one of them. He laid down on his bed, resurfacing knowledge from his old tutor.
To: ?-?-?
From: You
[12:27] Im dying lmao. Okay give me a sec.
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To: You
From: ?-?-?
[12:27] THANK U! ( ´•̥̥̥ω•̥̥̥` )
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To: ?-?-?
From: You
[12:28] You can stop with the caps and the excessive use of exclamation marks idiot.
[12:29] The basic equation is v = d/t. The displacement of the car is 90 m - 40 m = 50 m, the total time is 20s. V = 50m/20s.
I guess I did at least one good thing today… It was kind of hard to believe that hands that were stained in blood not even an hour ago were now helping someone else with their physics questions. He couldn't believe that the guy didn't notice that he wasn't "Kite" yet.
To: You
From: ?-?-?
[12:30] THAnk you Kite, ahaa you didn't have to go detailed lol it's multiple choice homework.
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To: ?-?-?
From: You
[12:32] You have to learn, god… and my name's not Kite.
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To: You
From: ?-?-?
[12:32] No?
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To: ?-?-?
From: You
[12:33] Wrong number.
I was just messing with you for a while cause I was bored as hell
Hope you finish your homework soon
He planned on ending it there but,
To: You
From: ?-?-?
[12:34] Omg you're good at pretending. I didn't even know the difference. What's your name? Maybe I know you!
It couldn't hurt to... Could it? He wondered what his reaction would be.
To: ?-?-?
From: You
[12:35] Killua Zoldyck and you definitely do not know me.
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To: You
From: ?-?-?
[12:35] That's a cool name! Nice! XD Sounds like "kill you" almost.
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To: ?-?-?
From: Killua
[12:36] Well, my family are professional assassins.
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To: You
From: ?-?-?
[12:37] REALLY? YOUR ENTIRE FAMILY?
That made him smile. How odd? He'd assume anything but that to be the reply. No fear, no skepticism, no disgust, no mistrust, just pure curiosity. And the Zoldyck name was pretty infamous.
Spare him, something told him.
Spare him because ignorance is really bliss. He didn't seem so bad, he didn't deserve his life's lights out because he decided to put some truth into it.
To: ?-?-?
From: Killua
[12:39] I was kidding...
He knew if his parents found out, that they'd interrogate him. And if he knew, then the two solutions were either to induce amnesia or put an end to his short existence. And the first option was always a nuisance.
To: Killua
From: ?-?-?
[12:40] Are you sure?
Why did he ask that?
[12:41] Aw… so you're name isn't Killua?
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To: ?-?-?
From: Killua
[12:42] No, it's Bob. Ugh, you're so weird. Go do your homework.
Of all names...
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To: Killua
From: ?-?-?
[12:42] Oh right! Thanks anyways! :DDD
Goodnight Killua~! Sweet dreams!
He knew he was lying. But how? Through text? I guess I misjudged him a bit.
And do people say that? Really? Goodnight... What's so good about the night? To be quite frank, he could last days without sleep and he often did. He didn't have much to say about it as his sleeps were usually dreamless. Would it be rude to not return the favor? Something about saying those two words sounded somewhat intimate. But we just met…
He shook his head. He was probably thinking too much of it. I guess I'm not as in sync with outside world as I thought I was.
To: ?-?-?
From: Killua
[12:45] GoodNight.
There. That ended it. The deed was done. And he didn't think they'd ever talk again.