Disclaimer: I think we've seen enough of this- and it's already obvious that I didn't write nor created Hunter x Hunter.
Warning: Fluff between two boys, BL scenes.
A/N: Hope you enjoy. This is my second fanfiction! After receiving lots of encouraging feedback for my first one (both on FFN and IRL), I decide to write another fluff madness. /o/. Two fanfictions in a week...I'm on a roll. Will appreciate R&R, but it's your choice whether or not you wish to. I won't be forcing anyone |'D
The story is written in multiple points of view. The first part is Gon's POV- whereas the second is Killua's.
"Hey Killua, hurry up!" I exclaimed while picking up my pace from a brisk walk to a jog. "We're going be late!"
"It's fine, Gon. That ol' man and Kurapika can wait a little longer at the restaurant." My silver-haired best friend spoke, surely taking his sweet time, step by step, on the stone-paved sidewalk in the Republic of Padokia. Without my pace faltering, I continued my jog as Killua's outline began to lag behind, shrinking to the size of a newborn child's fist.
Fine, fine. I'll wait for him. I stopped my movements and glanced impatiently at his slender silhouette. He probably couldn't see my facial expressions from where he was, but I didn't care! Why wasn't Killua excited at all? I mean— it had been so long! So, so long since we had seen Kurapika and Leorio! A couple months? Perhaps a year? More than a year? I didn't even remember—Time seemed to fly by when I am spending it with Killua. I looked forward to every sunrise, given that each morning marked a new adventure for the both of us. But still, today was our reunion— the four of us! A dinner party! On top of that, it was Leorio's treat! It would be nice if Killua showed some spirit.
I carried my attention to the bright sun, which was slowly descending towards the skylines, painting the sky with a generous combination of purples and reds. My eyes glittered in awe; Mother Nature was truly a magnificent artist, being able to work her magic on such a large canvas. Hours of darkness were approaching quickly, and most of the Padokian citizens already returned to their homes, probably preparing dinner or whatnot.
If Mito-san was with us right now, she would be gnashing her teeth in fury. She disliked it— if not hated it— when I left the house at night, since I always returned to long lectures. She spoke about how I could go missing and become prey to some predator lurking at night. She was extra picky on Killua, since he had a bullheaded tenacity. I'm also concerned about him. When we were with others, he would wear this icy cold disguise to hide his true lovable self! Every-time I suggested to him about befriending someone, he would reply with a: 'No, Gon. All I need is you and some sweets. I don't need anything or anyone else." As much as I appreciate the answer, it doesn't hurt to have more friends, right? Mito-san constantly reminded me how a person could not function on their own, like gears in a machine. There is a limit to how independent one can be, she said. I wanted to introduce that idea to Killua, but he was too stubborn to accept it!
"Gon, are we there yet?" asked a gentle voice behind me, giving me a quick jolt of surprise. When did Killua catch up? I had no idea. His ghostly steps danced on the floor's surface without emitting a single sound. But then again, I guessed that was pretty normal if you were an assassin. After all, it would be troublesome if your target heard every single one of your movements. "I'm starving," he continued as he motioned his hand toward his stomach for a gentle pat to emphasize his growing appetite.
Unlocking a light-hearted chuckle, I gave him a nod. "Yeah, it's just ahead, down the street—I think."
"You better be right, or else—" His expression transformed to a mischievous grin. "— That pudding of yours in the fridge? Well, you can say 'farewell' to it!"
"Ehh?! That's so unfair, Killua!" As much as I love being accompanied by my best-friend, sometimes (if not always), he could be really selfish! But that was a piece of his personality that I learned to accept over the years I knew him. Although it took me some time to understand this silver-haired assassin, the end results were really rewarding and satisfying! You could pretty much relate Killua to an egg. Born coated with a durable shell, but underlying that defensive cover was a sweet baby chicken that anyone would want to hug! … If he knew I made this connection, I would be in deep trouble.
"I'm joking, I'm joking," he waved his hand back and forth, wiping away his earlier comment into oblivion. "Let's keep going."
"Okay!" I returned my gaze ahead, sauntering down the sidewalk side-by-side with Killua. Two people across the street, a male and female were in some sort of intimate embrace. Though it was difficult to determine what they were doing, their heads were locked together as if bounded by an invisible chain. With a sense of curiosity, my eyes laid fixed on them.
"Gon, stop that! Stop looking!"
"Why not?" I turned to Killua, who was awkwardly gazing down at the floor while his face was blossoming into a pink shade. "Killua, what's wrong? Are you having a fever?"
"No, you idiot! You aren't supposed to look when people are kissing!" He continued, without his eyes leaving the floor.
"They're kissing?! The thing that two people do when they love each other?" I asked, rather alarmed.
"Yes! What else?"
"…Oh," I paused for a moment, trying to process what Killua had just told me. "Hmm, does that mean… if I want to express my love, I should kiss someone?"
"I guess… if you think of it that way."
"Then I love you, Killu-"
"Stop! You idiot! Stop! No!" He interrupted me with haste, the pink colour on his face darkening to a vivid red. He took a small step away from me and added, "That's two different types of love!"
"Ehh, is that so?" I quizzically questioned him. "This is so complicated!"
"Just forget it," he exhaled a sigh. "You'll understand when you actually experience it."
"Does that mean you've experienced it before?"
"I-I-I— Well, I— I guess," he stuttered, seemingly hesitant to tell the truth. This had never happened before. Killua always openly shared everything with me!
"What?! Have you kissed that person?" My voice rose without my knowledge. I'm not sure why, but I felt a slight twinge of pain inside my chest.
"No! Of course not!" He quickly responded.
"Do I know that person?" I pushed him further, wanting him to elaborate as much as possible. This was a side of Killua… that I had no idea about.
"No— well, in a way," He answered me curtly. "Gon, stop it with this conversation!" A pout made way to my face. Honesty, I wanted to keep asking, but Killua would just ignore me. I'll save my questions for another time.
We passed by great numbers of brick houses before arriving at the entrance of Loiseian Cuisine. The location where Leorio and Kurapika told us to meet them at.
Neighbouring the food establishment were an elegant café and bakery. Streetlights illuminated the night road with a dim yellow radiance. The sun had set by the time we got there, consuming the sky with a cloak of darkness.
"So, this is the place, huh?" inquired a smirking Killua before turning the silver knob on the doorway and pushing it open.
"Gon! Killua!" Leorio and Kurapika spoke in unity, as if anticipating our arrival.
"You guys! Late, late, late!" The blond Kuruta added, while rising from his seat and taking steps towards my location. Phew, I thought. His eyes are still brown….who knows what will happen to Killua and I if they are flushed red with rage…
"Sorry!" I apologized, feeling Killua closing in on me as his eyebrows wrinkled and twitched.
"It's been a while." Kurapika continued, his voice softening to a tender tone. He pulled Killua and I into a light embrace, and I returned his hug. It was nice hugging someone. I constantly looked for an opportunity to hug Killua, but he would go red and toss me these menacing cat-like glares, commenting on how my actions were "embarrassing" and all. But after a few moments, he ended up smiling about it and hugged me back.
"Yeah," Killua spoke while I just nodded in the warmth of Kurapika's shoulders. I brought my eyes over to scan the interior of the restaurant. To my opinion, the place was pretty nice—though I'm generally okay with anything. Square-tables, topped with a checkered-pattern cloth, were aligned in an organized manner in the establishment. There was a bartender section on the left; a man with an interesting moustache serving drinks to the customers. Leorio sat near the left corner of the restaurant, tapping his hand on the table, a 'hurry-up-and-sit-down' look on his face.
"Come on, you guys! I've already ordered for you!" Leorio cried out, beckoning us to come over. "Kurapika and I were here, for like— a whole half an hour!"
"That ol' man is as loud as always," Killua whispered as our golden-haired friend released the embrace and headed towards Leorio with a smile. I followed with Killua.
"Don't worry about it," Kurapika reassured us, "He's just a little impatient. We had lots to talk about anyways."