Hey! I've never used this site to post my fics before, so here we go! This is a Hunter X Hunter fic revolving around Killua and Gon. I'm not sure if there will be any romance, but there is no smut so do not fear if you're not into that... This will be a long, several chapter, constantly updated fic.
I KNOW THIS CHAPTER IS SHORT they will usually be longer.
Oh, this was such a selfish and agonizing pain.
It crept up on him first a week after their separation, A month after he thought he'd found peace,a month after he lost a part of himself, and a month after everything in his mind and heart and soul went to hell. A month after he bid Gon farewell under the great, towering world tree that made all of their accomplishments seem as mere as specks of dust in the wind or ants under the soles of God's shoes.
Even now, he couldn't believe that he'd said it.
"Sorry, Gon, but you're second place."
Even after years of spending time with Gon, he still couldn't imagine how those words made him feel. Jealous? Sorrowful? Relieved? Maybe, his friend had felt nothing at all, blindly accepting his words, not sparing a moment of his thought on what meaning they held. He was unpredictable like that, and that unpredictability used to be Killua's favorite thing about Gon. Now, it haunted him. Now, it made it so that he couldn't let go.
Killua lay in a twin bed, Alluka curled up beside him, fingers curled around the collar of his shirt, the girl's breath so very soft and barely audible despite the boy's super-human senses. He stared at the ceiling of the hotel room and subconsciously stroked his sister's hair, her delicate purrs not enough to lift his spirits. The thing he feared the most was experiencing this pain forever.
Oh, this was such a selfish and agonizing pain.
Killua was happy, he told himself. Killua was with his sister, who was more important to his friend and had every right to be so. The girl had saved his life, for God's sake, yet he still loathed her for taking Killua away. He loathed that springy, pitch-black hair of hers, and her stupidity, and how she held Killua's hand, and how his friend gave her kisses on the cheeks. Such unconditional love Killua had for her… and such unconditional hatred that Gon felt.
He folded the laundry with aggression, slamming each individual garment into the basket so violently that little pops could be heard as cracks formed along the bottom of the basket.
"Gon." Mito said, concerned for her adopted son. She reached her hand over and rested it on his shoulder. "I know you're not alright. What's going on?"
Gently, he slid from her grasp and walked towards the door of their house atop a hill, his unreasonable anger calming into sorrow.
