Fifth floor, apartment four hundred and five was always unusually silent, eerie even. Most who lived in the somewhat run-down complex believed that no one truly lived in the single bedroom home. Perhaps it was just a ghost that roamed during late or quiet hours and found singing awfully while in the shower enjoyable. At times, the grounded soul would perform sweet electric melodies from a stringed instrument that was plugged into a slightly overused amp.

The fact was there absolutely wasn't a ghost or spirit at all living in or haunted the run-down complex. If anything, there was only a young man who was struggling to pay his bills on time and also save up for his college tuition. Although circumstances were not all going according to plan, Gon Freecss still woke up every evening around six p.m. to have breakfast and get prepared for work. The night shift being what sung his name and had rearranged his whole life to what it was now. Forcing him to go from a morning person to a night owl.

At times, Gon found himself waking up earlier than he ordinarily would. Today happened to be one of those unfaithful days. The clock struck a little after four in the evening, and Gon was in the kitchen, spatula in hand. French toast cooked on an old frying pan, leaving a sweet, buttery aroma to fill the tiny living space. Gon's stomach made sounds of a roaring hunger, all which were ignored by the young man. Hunger would have to wait; he still needed to make his meal for work, among other things.

Allowing the toast to heat up without having a watchful eye to make sure it didn't burn, Gon went off to the fridge. The young man with raven black hair whistled a tune while he pulled out more items that he would need for completing breakfast and lunch. He still required to shower, eat, get dressed and make it to work. Knowing this, the raven-haired man decided on making a ham sandwich; one that would be topped with thick slices of sweet pineapple rings. It would be quick and he wouldn't need to reheat it when his meal break finally came along.

Flipping the now slightly burnt toast, Gon threw some cheese on top of the ham and pineapple rings for his sandwich immediately after. His bones jumping right out of his skin moments later as a loud and powerful bang hit the floor underneath his bare feet. Muffled yelling followed the noise; a screaming so hostile that Gon didn't have to question what was going on.

They were at it again, the couple from downstairs. It was never a dull moment with them living in the complex. However, it wasn't pleasant either. It was inconvenient and worrisome. Everyone around knew about the constant fighting and abuse that went on in that particular single bedroom apartment. Nevertheless, no one did a something about it. They only whispered and muttered, spread rumors of what went on behind the closed door.

Gon fell into the group of people that ignored it all. What was it that he could do? He didn't have much of an idea when it came to that certain type of situation. If anything, possible domestic abuse going on would be a first for Gon. All he knew was what he heard coming from under and the things his neighbors gossiped to one another. It didn't really help that he had never actually seen either of the people who lived downstairs. Nor had he spoken with them.

Overall, it wasn't his business and he stayed as far away from it that he could. Gon had his own little issue to deal with, like how he needed to eat and still take a shower. Even so, the noise under continued like a raging out of control forest fire. It grew muffled by the second, and currently, sounded like it had shifted from right under him to more in the direction of his bedroom. Gon was grateful for this; the fighting was the one thing that made it a pain in the ass to live in that apartment complex. However, it wasn't like he could move. This had been the cheapest place he could find in such a large and popular city like Yorknew.

With breakfast done and lunch packed up in his backpack for when he finally left to work, Gon's gaze shifted over to the clock that was lit a line green on the surface of the microwave. He had plenty of time before he would need to leave; that was one of the benefits of waking up early. Placing breakfast onto a plate, Gon ate while standing. His French toast was lacking syrup but it was topped with fresh fruits instead. The meal didn't last long; it was gone quicker than it had taken for it to be made. Still, the food had been enough to fill Gon until later on.

Dirty dishes now in the sink, Gon made his way to the bathroom to take a hasty shower. His clothes came off rather quickly and was left on the floor to be washed later. Not waiting for the water to warm up, Gon went in, a sigh leaving his lips as icy waters ran down his form. It didn't take long to wash his body or shampoo his hair. His awful singing filled the small room with no background music to actually give the vocals a hand at sounding tolerable. Washing away the soap scrubs, the rushing waters were shut off, the raven-haired male walking out of the shower moments after.

Hanging a towel around his hips, Gon went off to get dressed in his work clothes, which was simply a dark green t-shirt and some black slacks. Shoes in hand, but left by the couch, Gon now made his way back into the kitchen, amber colored eyes looked the clock once again. He still had time, but nothing to really do. Making a face, he thought to himself. A light bulb glowing on the top of his head as he discovered something he could do to pass the reminding time before he would have to slave away all night.

Grabbing the watering can that hung by the kitchen sink, Gon began to fill it with water, a song leaving his lips in a soft mutter as he did so. When the bright pink watering can was filled, Gon shut the faucet and walked towards the sliding door that opened up to the balcony where he kept his tiny, but rapidly growing garden. Stepping out, Gon's first poured water into the blooming daisies that his aunt had gifted him the day he had first moved in. Right after that, he watered his most prized possession, a small and still growing orange tree.

It was as the water began to run out, the soft sound of sad sniffling entered his hearing. It seemed so close, yet far away, all at the same time. Looking around, brow raised in wonder, Gon questioned to himself where the sound was exactly coming from. It didn't take Gon long to come to the conclusion that it was coming from right beneath him. Which soon began to cause a lot of links to connect in his head. The depressing noise had to be coming from one of the two people who lived in the apartment downstairs.

Setting the watering can down by the tree, Gon couldn't help but make his way over to the edge of his balcony railing. Leaning over in an attempt to catch a gaze of who had been weeping, Gon's sight took in nothing at all. His amber eyes only viewed as much as the railing of the floor under, and nothing more. The soft muffled cry was all he was aware of, the sound stinging his heart in an unpleasant manner.

Unsure if to speak out or keep his lips hushed. Gon stepped back, mind made up faster than he could say his own first name. His had been so lost in thought, he didn't hear as a door was opened. Allowing his chapped lips to loosen up, words were only a few inches from leaving Gon. Yet, they were cut off harshly by a roar of enraged screaming filling the air around, the atmosphere surrounding shifting into something dark, heavy and toxic. The mere mood causing tension so thick, Gon found himself questioning why he had gone outside in the first place. Or thought it would be a brilliant idea to possibly speak out and give support.

It was clear from the words that were growled out, that whoever was outside didn't want company. They wished to be alone, with only their sorrow to give them comfort and consolation. Of course, whoever had entered the outside, had a mind frame that was completely opposite of what they there being asked of them. This very fact was only creating more chaos to the event that was already heavy with animosity.

Amber gaze flashed to the side, an awkward sensation smothered Gon's frame from head to toe. Walking backward, Gon then turned and reached downward for the watering can. He emptied the remaining liquid onto one of the flowerpots and re-entered his home. One last glance at the clock and Gon knew it was time for work. Keys and backpack in hand, the raven-haired male rushed over to the front door. Shoes being put on messy before exiting the front entrance, Gon placed the lock and went off to work.

The whole night while Gon worked his shift, his mind was cluttered with angry screaming and muffled cries.

Black combat boots sluggishly made their way along the hallway, towards the apartment door that opened up to home. A yawn seeped from Gon's lips, body feeling heavy and worn-out. His mind was screaming for sleep while the pit of his stomach called out for a meal. If there was anything Gon yearned for at that moment, it was rest. It simply wasn't right for any being to be up at three in the morning. At least, that was his belief on things.

Reaching into his pocket, Gon dug around for his keys, pulling them out soon after. Luckily, the dark-haired male didn't have to struggle in guessing which key unlocked what keyhole. The one to his apartment was the only silver key, among all the gold ones. This was excluding the one for his car, which was nothing more than remote. One of Gon's biggest life mistakes was buying himself a brand new car. At least, he knew he didn't have to worry about the vehicle leaving him stranded in the middle of Yorknew like with his first car.

Finally entering his home, he gently kicked the door shut with one of his boots. The backpack that had been on his back was thrown onto the floor, his jacket following right after. Setting both locks, Gon walking over to the couch and flung himself on it, eyes closing and body already shutting down to get its much-needed sleep of the day. Although, Gon knew that he really shouldn't sleep just yet. He needed to stay up until at least eight in the morning or he would mess up his whole cycle of sleep and suffer significantly once his next shift of work came along.

Telling himself to get up, Gon felt his body move on its own accord. He felt drunk as he made his way to the kitchen, and turned on the light. It was as he opened the fridge door, that he felt his form jump slightly and eyes open half way. His mind realizing he hadn't in reality gotten up at all and was still lying lazily on the sofa. Sighing, Gon continued to tell himself that he needed to get up on his feet and not fall to sleep. Yet, he continued to have the same small dazed dream of getting up, but never truly doing so. It was after the fifth time dreaming, that Gon took his hands and slapped his cheeks with enough force to wipe away the drained feeling that had taken over his body.

Sitting up on the couch, Gon worked off the laces of his boots. He slid them off, leaving them there by some stack of school books he hadn't bother to pick up yet. At times, he was glad he had moved out from home. If he still lived with his Aunt Mito, he was sure she wouldn't have allowed him to make a mess of his apartment. She would have told him to pick up his books and put them where they belonged long ago. Gon didn't see the point, especially when they always ended up back on the living room floor because he decided he was bored and wanted to try and study.

This time actually making his way to the kitchen, Gon quickly made himself a peanut butter and raspberry jam sandwich. Pouring himself a glass of almond milk, he debated if to make a milkshake so that he could pass the time or just leave it as it was. In the end, Gon simply sat down on the counter, sandwich in hand and a plain glass of almond milk at his side. Swinging his legs, Gon took another bite of his meal, almost choking as a loud bashing sound was heard coming from under him.

It had been about a week since the people downstairs had hit the ceiling that made up Gon's floor. While, they still fought from time to time, as far as Gon knew things hadn't been thrown. Hitting on his chest, the raven-haired male began to cough, the chunk of sandwich he had swallowed going down roughly that it hurt. When his coughs were under control, he grabbed his milk and took a few gulps. The cold liquid felt nice going down, but it didn't last too long. His body was still feeling the need to throw fits of coughing.

Deciding that he was done with his food for that night, Gon put the half of his sandwich that happened to be left in a plastic zip up bag. As for the milk, he placed the cup in the fridge, hoping that it wouldn't taste off when he got around to drinking what was left. Shutting his eyes for a moment, Gon put all he could into ignoring the fighting that was going on. It seemed that when it was dark out, and everyone was fast sleeping, the noise only got louder, and so did the words that came. It was stressful to Gon, to know something that wasn't right was happening right underneath his feet, yet he couldn't do a thing.

Gon wasn't sure how long he stood there or around what time everything around him got eerie silent again. All he did know was that he still wasn't allowed to fall to sleep, and he needed some fresh air. Turning around, Gon made his way to the balcony door and slid it open. Stepping out, the cold Yorknew air hit him with full force. The feel of it was refreshing and caused him to close his eyes and stand there to enjoy each and every blow of air that caressed his tan skin.

Moments passed, and he shut the door behind him, his bare feet taking him over to the lonely lawn chair he had outside right next to the orange tree he loved. Taking a seat, amber eyes were closed again, until hunger gave a small pull at his stomach. Without thought, his tan hand reached for the tree, plucking off a random orange. If it was ripe or not, Gon would have to discover once the peel was off and his teeth sunk into the sweet fruit.

The wind continued to flow, its cold currents hitting softly now. The fruit that was in Gon's hand was naked, tan fingers ripping apart the wedged and slipping them in between his lips, teeth with haste chewing it. The light sour taste brought a decent pleasure, but it was clear that the fruit on the small and still growing tree needed more time. Breathing in and out, Gon sat where he was, watching the sky change colors, but only slightly. It couldn't be anywhere past four in the morning. The hues above wouldn't start to show a noticeable change in colors until a little past the middle of five.

It was as Gon was going to reach for his second orange, that the sudden sound of a door sliding open caught his attention. He froze solid as if harsh winter winds had crashed onto his naked body. Before he knew it, a loud screaming was filling the atmosphere, bringing that thick tension he had felt before collapsing down on him.

"LEAVE ALREADY! I'M TIRED OF THIS!" The voice seemed distraught, but also mournful. There was a shaking Gon knew all too well, it reminded him of all the times Mito would scream at his father when Ging was about to leave after spending some time with Gon.

However, the key difference was that the bitterness wasn't forged. It was real as if the person who had been screaming was praying to someone with the higher power to make sure whoever was causing pain and hurt would never truly come back. Although, the truth was that the other would and the scene would play out the same all over again, like a song of violence set on repeat.

Gon's thoughts shattered by one of two things, and it wasn't the hostile way the balcony door had been glided shut. What caused Gon's thinking to become undone was the screaming cry that came after. The way the loud sob broke into the sky while things were thrown around. Gon could only guess it was some plastic chairs and small flower pots from the crashing that came along with the angry shouting.

As quickly as the crying and thrashing came, it stopped. It turned small, making the sky feel empty and isolated. It made Gon feel surreal, like what he had heard hadn't truly happened. Whatever event just occurred was solely a dream of the past he was having and nothing more. Nevertheless, it was the small hushed and muffled sobs that expressed this was far from that. It disclosed to Gon that he had stumbled on something he shouldn't have, although, he had been the one to step out to the balcony in the first place.

Letting go of the fruit in his hand, Gon did what he hadn't been able to do the week before. It was speak, "Are you alright down there?"

He was trembling as he sat on the balcony floor, the cold air biting at his skin. Knees were drawn up to his chest, and his hands began digging deep between his pale colored locks, fingers pulling with force to display more of his anger and frustration. It was the same night after night, fight after fight. Yet, he always found a reason to continue with the daily routine.

Killua couldn't call himself the victim, but he wasn't the abuser either. It was a mix of both when it came to his situation that he and his boyfriend found themselves stuck in. Each had their own reasons for staying and keeping whatever it was they had going. While Killua believed that he knew his reason, it was far from that actual truth.

Love wasn't why he stayed. Though, if one was to ask him that would be the cause and explanation for everything he put up with. Whatever love he had for the man he shared a home and life with had gone from strong to nothing but a mere excuse. A reason to keep their relationship to the way it was without a single change. Yet, all at the same time, the thought of gaining the love he once felt may have been the reasoning as to why he stuck firmly to his surroundings that he called life.

Of course, that didn't mean that at times he didn't want to escape, that he didn't wish to bring it all to an end. A little voice whispered every day it was best to run, to find stable ground where he could smile again. A large mountain stood in his way, however. One he was hesitant to climb because another little mutter told him it was impossible and that at some point everything would get fixed up to how it was before everything awful had begun.

Hands still in his hair, and tears slipping from his clear blues eyes, Killua's heartbeat began to slow to its normal and steady pace. The cold wind calming him down, the jumble of emotions fading and causing him to feel empty, much like the home beyond the balcony door was. Letting out a breath of air, pale hands shifted downward, settling against his bare knees. Fingers gripped at the fabric that made up his sleeping shorts. Just when he thought he had gained control of his emotions, he broke down, a strangled sob seeping from his lips.

An escape.

He needed a way out, and soon. Words screamed in his head. Where was he to go if he left? Home? That wasn't an option; he came here to leave that prison. While his parents were not bad people, they suffocated him with their overprotective ways. He didn't want to be housebound again. He didn't want to have his every moment observed. If he went back, he was sure his parents would only shove all his errors in his face. Remind him how wrong he was and how if he had stayed home, his life wouldn't have spiraled downward the way that it had.

With his cries softening again, Killua's suddenly felt his heart almost rip from his chest, a voice from out of nowhere called out. Looking up, blue tearful eyes looking around. Killua searched for someone and the source of the voice. He was going crazy. That would be the only explanation. It was four in the morning, who the hell would be up at the time? Let alone want to talk to him, see if he's all right. No one in the complex cared about what feels went on when he and his partner argued and hurt each other due to their rage. They only cared about spreading rumors and tales they believe that went on.

He had to be going insane. Maybe all the hits to the head and the verbal backlash that had finally caused him to snap and lose his mind. Letting himself come to the agreement that he wasn't mentally stable any longer, Killua found himself replying, his thoughts telling him that it was fine to be talking to a ghost.

"I'm fine," A lie. Killua knew this very well. Yet, it didn't stop him from believing that it was the truth. To persuade his own self that it was. The excuses that everything in life was perfect coming all back to him.

Life was fine. He was fine. So, he and his companion screamed at each other. That was normal, right? The same way it was normal for his boyfriend to hit him, and for Killua to strike right back with just as much force. It was natural…

It was.

It was.

It really wasn't… But finding a way out of an abusive relationship was difficult. Especially, when both parties involved didn't see that something was truly wrong, both created endless reasons to keep things going.

They were stuck, and would be until one finally had enough.

Gon leaned his frame forward, his left elbow rested on the small table he had outside. Placing his chin on the palm of his hand, Gon's eyebrows furrowed at the answer. Whoever was outside on the balcony under his was fibbing, and doing a really bad job of it. Exhaling, Gon called out, tone rough and displaying a slight irritation, that also had a mix of worry in it, "You shouldn't lie,"

Killua panicked, his whole body straightening out. He choked on his answer that was going to defend him. It wasn't every day that someone could tell that he was lying. He considered himself very good at that. So good, that he caught himself in the web of his own dishonesty. Yet, right there was a voice calling him out without shame. As if they could read every lie that slipped from his tongue without much difficulty. If Killua were being honest, it scared him.

"Your tone gave you away," Gon began when he noticed the other wasn't going to speak. He knew it wasn't his place to ask what was wrong. Then again, he couldn't find it within him to leave things be and continue on with ignoring, "You were also crying moments ago. I might not be good at math or all that stuff schools teach, but I can tell you're not doing as well as you say. Also, I happened to hear everything that went on…"

Killua's eyes shifted downward, fingers at his knees now, fingernails starting to dig into the skin. Panicked, that was a good way to put it when it came to how he was feeling. Yet, all at the same time, a grin came to his lips. Someone could see through him. Who it was, it didn't matter at the moment. All that did was that although he had tears still slipping from his eyes, there was a tiny grin on his face.

Everything stayed hushed, for the most part, the only real sound coming from the wind blowing and a few cars on the streets below that were passing by. It might have been ten minutes or perhaps half an hour that passed when Gon opened up his chapped lips again, a speech leaving him, "You don't need to give me any details of what's going on or what happened. It's alright if you wish to keep that to yourself. You can rant about what you'd like to keep your mind off whatever it is that is bothering you."

There was a pause, and it made Killua anxious, a part of him debating if he should really open up, and to a stranger no less. To someone, he couldn't even see face to face with, only listen to their deep voice, that held a hint of exhaustion. Before Killua could even make up his mind, the voice continued, "I don't care if it's about chocolate covered bacon and how to make it. However, if you want to talk to someone, I'll be out here for a few more hours and willing to at least listen."

Suddenly, Killua's loud laugh entered the air, his clear blue orbs stared at his hands, new bruises having formed and darkened as time passed. The longer he sat here, the more vivid they became on his pale skin. The offer seemed too good to be true. Who wanted others to speak about trivial matters? Shouldn't the person who was sitting above want to know all the so-called juicy details of the fighting he and his partner went through more often than not? It would be more fun than Killua talking about a lot of things that didn't matter at all…

How long he was lost in thought, Killua didn't know, and for the most part, it didn't seem to bother the person he was talking to. For this, Killua was grateful for. There were so many things running within his mind. Most asking if he really should be bothering someone with his issues? Something told Killua that he was, and that was why he drove the conversation to the side, to something pointless, but seemed to matter more than all the concerns he was dealing with.

"Do you not know how to make chocolate covered bacon?" Killua asked loudly, getting more comfortable on the floor he was sitting on. If his legs weren't shaking so much from the pain he was feeling, he would have stood and tried to look over the balcony and up, to see if he could catch a glance at who lived upstairs. However, it wasn't important enough to at the time. Who was to say they would talk again…

"Ah…" Gon's felt his cheeks heat up a little, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. The way the other spoke made it seem like Gon had to know how to make such a treat. That it was impossible not to know. Biting his lip, he let it go seconds later, his confessions flowing in the air after, "No."

Like he had said, Gon didn't plan to make the other talk about what had gone on. If he wanted to take their talk and make it about chocolate or something just as random, Gon was happy to allow it. It had been a while since he'd spoken with someone. Sure, Gon had a lot of friends, and he called them from time to time. His work schedule always got in the way. It made it difficult to keep in touch with so many he wished to. Making a new friend seemed nice. Yet, who know how long it would really last, that was if it even did…

Gasping loudly, Killua's body sat up a bit more. He was unable to believe what he heard. Who didn't know how to make chocolate covered bacon?! It was just cooked bacon dipped in melted chocolate, and allowing the said chocolate to harden. It was a simple as one, two, three! "Wait?! Really?"

At the question, a hearty chuckle left Gon, "I don't like chocolate?" He admitted, not thinking much of it. To Gon, it was normal for someone not to like sweet things, too many snacks and sugary treats were bad for the body. Most of his friends agreed on such a thing and kept their sugar intake to a minimum. However, it seemed that the male in the balcony under had a different point of view.

"Stop. Stop right there… What did you say?!" Killua shrieked loudly, blue eyes wide. The conversations causing an excited sensation rip through his core. Did the guy honestly just say he didn't like chocolate? Who the fuck doesn't like chocolate? Chocolate is a gift of God! Along with all types of other sugar-filled treats and snacks.

Playing with the orange peels of the fruit he had eaten at least an hour ago, Gon shrugged, "I… don't like chocolate?" He didn't see what was the big deal, but all at the same time the way the other had reacted brought a smile to his face. Gon could tell they would have a fun talk, and that it wouldn't die out so quickly, leaving for only the wind to sing as the night went on.

Setting his head down on his knees, Killua felt a frown form on his face as he listened to the other confirm that he hadn't heard wrong. "Are you even human? Who doesn't like chocolate?" He barked out. Once all the words had been said, a grin came to his face. One he didn't notice but also hadn't felt form on his appearance for a long while. Killua was enjoying himself but wasn't even recognizing that he was…

"I've just tasted better things," Gon said aloud, his hand reaching the to tree next to him and pulling off an orange. His fingers quickly began to peel it, mouth wanting nothing but to feel the sweet, and lightly soured flesh in between its teeth. If there was anything Gon loved, it was oranges. They were the equivalent of what sweets meant to Killua.

Letting out a scoff, Killua rolled his blue eyes, "No, there's nothing that is better than chocolate." How dare the other even suggest such a thing! What could be so good that the man living above him felt it was better than chocolate? Killua quickly got the answer.

"Oranges are pretty good," Gon answered after swallowing, fingers already removing another wedge and putting it into his mouth. The sweet juice brought him joy, and a moan of happiness to leave him. The sound was small, so tiny it went unheard by everyone that wasn't Gon.

Making a face, Killua shifted on the ground. He was still in pain, but his ass was going numb from sitting on such a hard surface. Getting up, a small sound of pain came from his lips. He heard the other question him if he was well, but Killua ignored it. It didn't matter how he felt. He didn't want to talk about it. He could handle the pain; he had grown used to it long ago. At least, that's what he told himself to make moving easier.

Sitting on a plush chair that was kept outside, Killua looked up, a disapproving groan leaving his soft lips, "Ugh, not like chocolate." However, soon an idea came to Killua, his slanted eyes shimmering in a glow that hadn't appeared there since the day he finally left home and his mother's overprotective ways, "Wait! Orange chocolate!"

"Is there such a thing?" Gon shifted, getting closer to the table, unsure if to believe if there was such a product or not. It could be that the other only wanted him to admit that chocolate was better. Although, the idea of oranges mixed with chocolate sounded good. So good in fact, that Gon was willing to confess that chocolate was a greater choice. However, he would need to taste and see before determining his final judgment on the debate of which as superior, oranges or chocolate.

"Duh!" Killua shouted loudly, his hands going up in the air in a dramatic manner. If Gon had been there before him, it would have brought a small laughter to leave his lips. The balconies caused a wall between them, each unable to witness the emotions and expressions that were being created while they spoke to each other. "Anything is possible with chocolate!"

Perking up in even greater interest, Gon couldn't help but ask, "Can you make it?" He needed to know. Not only that, but he needed to taste this mixture that the other had brought up. Gon knew that the idea of orange and chocolate wasn't going to leave his mind until he had it.

Maybe he could look it up and buy some online. If not, he could see if the store he worked at sold the item. Even so, a tiny voice told him not to search; that it would be better to have the male who lived downstairs make it. Yet, that was like Gon trying to convince himself that they would be friends and continue to talk as such once this conversation was long over. A part of Gon didn't want to get his hopes up. In spite of this, his hopes were way up before he could even stop them…

"Are you underestimating my chocolate skills?" Killua felt himself flare and become excited. Plans of how he could make such a thing like orange and chocolate work together already forming in his head. He would need chocolate, orange oil and… He wasn't too such what else, but he could make this happen. Not only that but for once in his life, he was looking forward to something. He couldn't help but grin like a fool, his eyes shutting as he allowed himself to become relaxed on the chair he was sitting on.

Laughing a little, Gon finished the orange he had been eating. His amber eyes shutting and a feeling of satisfaction filling his form as the cold air hit it, "You haven't told me how to make chocolate covered bacon yet," Gon's tone sounded a bit cheeky, but also challenging as if trying to prove a point to the man he was talking to, "For all I know, you can't even make it."

"Sounds like a challenge," Killua felt himself wanting nothing more than to go to the store and buy things he would need. Then go over to the man's house and right in front of his face prove to him that yes, he can make orange chocolate.

Of course, it was all just his thoughts. He didn't know the other to do such a thing. They didn't mean anything. They were not even friends. All Killua was to the man was a friendly conversation to pass the time. Likewise, all the guy upstairs meant to Killua was a way to forget and not think about the fight he had with his boyfriend a few hours ago.

They were using each, and nothing more.

Nothing more.

"Maybe it is," A smirk came to Gon's lips, loving how riled up the other sounded. Unknowingly, his heart was starting up an unfamiliar pace. A beat that he hadn't experienced and wouldn't be able to name once he did discover it. That was if Gon ever did.

With his chin resting on his hand once again, Gon became lost in the conversations. Taking each and every word that came from the man he was speaking with. The other was loud, rowdy and lively. The more he spoke about chocolate, the more his voice filled with excitement. Gon could easily tell the other was smart; his extremely detailed explanation of how to make chocolate covered bacon was proof enough. Gon also learned that the guy was a good cook, and had a bit of a passion for it. Once again, Gon learned this from the way the other spoke. However, the most intriguing piece of information was that the rowdy male had a younger sister that he really loved.

What Gon didn't know was the way Killua's hands moved as he talked or the way his lips formed into a bright smile with each and every dish he spoke about. Gon also couldn't catch the way Killua's eyes shined, and how he had forgotten all about the sadness he had been feeling, as well as the pain. A pain that was scattered all across Killua's body, and left marks of black and blue on his pale skin.

Not that it was any different for the man Killua told himself he loved. After all, Killua could pack a mean punch. He was strong enough, that if Killua had been thinking about what he had done to his boyfriend, he'd be sure that fucker was bruised just as badly, if not worse.

Killua's lover brought out the worse in him. While it seemed Gon brought out the best. Not that Killua had taken note to this.

After hours of mindless talking, both men were starting to feel the effects of their lack of sleep. With their eyes getting heavy, words and phrases began to come out slower and became harder to understand. At this point, Gon wasn't sure what they were even talking about. Killua, who had been speaking couldn't really recall what topic he had brought up.

"And, that's how…" A yawn disoriented Killua's words, hands rubbing at his tired eyes. His small laugh showing signs of exhausting as he went on with whatever it was that he was trying to explain, "We accidently covered Alluka's cat Lua in chocolate because we were wasted…"

"You should get to bed," Gon smiled and held back a yawn of his own. The more that the male he was talking with yawed, the harder it became to keep his own sounds in, and his eyes opened. It was a miracle that Gon had been able to stay up as long as he did without passing out. Then again, it just went to show how enjoyable he found his conversation with the male who lived downstairs.

"Huh," Killua blinked, soon taking in the sun that was still rising up higher into the morning sky. Pulling his phone from the pocket of his shorts, he took in what time it happened to be. Hastily, Killua got up from the chair and made his way to the balcony door. A hint of panic in his tired tone, "Oh shit! It's nine, I got work in a few hours!"

"Best you get some rest then," Gon didn't move, only listened as the door was opened. However, it wasn't closed right away. It was as if the person who had opened it was debated if to enter or not. Unsure if to leave and bring an end to the conversation that they had been having.

That was exactly what was going through Killua's mind. He didn't want to leave. Not yet. He didn't want this to be the first and last talk he had with the person upstairs. All at the same time, Killua knew they shouldn't talk again. It would only cause difficulties later on. Was it even right for him to talk to another guy? Another person who actually made it enjoyable to be himself?

Killua bit his lips, hard. This would be the only time they speak. He would make sure of it. The other didn't need to be involved with him. Over time, he would grow tired of Killua and his actions. He would see who Killua really was and leave him… "You're right, good night,"

This was where it would all stop.

"Good night," Gon answered back and listened as the door downstairs was shut closed. A soft mutter left Gon's lips right after, but was only heard by him, "Sleep well…"

Standing slowly, Gon looked out to the sky, the sun shining already brightly to bring on the morning. He couldn't recall when it had started its journey upward; he had been too lost in the conversation with the male downstairs. One thing he did know was that he hadn't experienced having such a fun chat with someone in a long time. He wanted to keep talking to the other. Still, a part of him told him to keep his distance. To not become attached to the male, because it would lead to something that could unbalance their lives much more than it already was.

Gon shook away the thoughts that were in his head as he made his way inside his home. Taking off his shirt, Gon threw it on the couch while on the way to his bedroom. With his pants now on the floor, and only his boxers left on, Gon got into bed and shut his eyes. Sleep took over his form rather quickly. Although, his dreams began to create possible images that could fit the tone and voice that belonged to the man from the balcony that was right beneath his own.

I'm really nervous to post this story, because of the topics that I will be writing. I feel this story is a little darker than Four Walls. In addition, I want to give special thanks to killuanotlonely on Tumblr for listening to me when this idea first formed over three weeks ago. Also for encouraging me to get it written, even if I'm very self-conscious with my plots and writing. I have no idea how you deal with me and my plot rants. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy. Thank you for taking the time to read.