"Do you know what you did wrong?" The driver instructor sighs, leaning up against the car.

The black haired boy blinks rapidly. He squints to see any hints or clues from the woman's face. She didn't even appear to be slightly troubled, just annoyed like he wasted a minute of her life she couldn't get back.

"You made a left and I told you to make a right." She circles, a rule on her clipboard. "That is one of the three automatic failures." Another sigh escapes her lips. "You can reschedule for another day. We don't do those here, but you can try online or at another location."

"Okay." The boy croaks out.

The woman hands him back his instructional permit and vehicle insurance. "I'm sorry." She doesn't sound like she meant it. It sounds like a programmed response to give all people who fail their drivers test.

"Gon." A woman calls out, walking towards the car.

The black haired boy turns his head downwards. He is not going to cry over this. No matter how much his eyes watered, he will not shed a single tear over this. A broken smile crawls on his face, "Aunt Mito."

"That's the fastest driving test, I've ever…"

"I didn't pass."

Mito's hopeful face expression drops. "Aww, Gon." She rubs his back.

Gon shrugs, kneeling down to mess with the babies in the stroller Mito pushed over. "It's fine." He reaches a finger out, to appease little eager hands.

"MAaaah-goo!" A lite voice chirps out.

"Heh," Gon presses a kiss on her head, "That's right Pegy. Mommy is back." He let the other two mess with his pointer finger. "Alluka and Kalluto." He kisses them too. "My kids are so smart. So much smarter than me, who went left instead of right."

"A little mistake doesn't make you not smart." Mito mumbles under her breath. She tugs Gon to his feet, "Alright? Now let's get going."

"Okay." Gon hands her the car keys. He spots a little shoes flopping off Kalluto's feet. "Hold on."

Kalluto wiggles his toes curiously, "Agah!"

"Your lace is untied!" Gon points at his shoes. "See that's a lace."

Mito kneels beside the stroller. "Gon." She grabs one of Kalluto's feet. "Help put Pegy and Alluka in the car."

Gon smiles with a goofy expression. "Up, you go." He lifts Pegy into her car seat.

The little girl laughs, babbling incoherently. Her wide brown eyes blinking eagerly, as she watched Gon secure her in the car.

"Yes. Yes." Gon leans outside requesting, "Aunty! Sing the tie your shoes song." He picks up Alluka.

The pretty baby claps her hands together gleefully.

Mito chuckles lightly, knotting the dirty pairs of laces. "Of course." She starts cheerfully humming a tune, "Bunny ears,"

Gon quickly joins in, "Bunny ears, playing by a tree."

"Criss-crossed the tree, trying to catch me." Mito sings, moving the laces closer together.

Gon chants loudly, "Bunny ears! Bunny ears!" He bounces Alluka in his arms.

"Jumped into the hole, popped out the other side beautiful and bold." Mito concludes, pulling away from neatly done knot. "There we go." She glances around, searching until her eyes fell on a clock. "Good, we still have a few minutes."

Gon softly whimpers, "I think…" His brown eyes steal look at his offspring, "I think Kalluto's other shoe needs bunny ears." He grabs Alluka's hand.

Mito follows his gaze. "Gon, that shoe is perfectly tied." She picks up Kalluto, to place him in his car seat.

The 16 year old drags his feet. "Okay." He mumbles sadly, his hand squeezed Alluka's little ones. "But I think it's too tight."

"Gon, are you making up stuff so you don't have to let go of the little ones?"

"No."

Mito inhales sharply. She knew based off his tone that, "No" was really, "Yes." Her eyes landed on him, "Remember the talk we had last night?"

Gon scoffs, "I'm not scared." He hugs the small baby closer to his chest. "I just like to have my eyes on them all the time." He declares boldly, "Nothing is wrong with that."

"They are going to be sitting in back row." Mito tries her best to comfort him. She locks Kalluto in his seat. "Bring over Alluka."

Gon opens his mouth to protest but a voice cuts him off.

"Awe, are these your little siblings?" A friendly smile beamed at Gon.

The 16 year old shoots the driver instructor a weird look. He doesn't pretend to be shocked when people ask him that. Everyone just kinda assumes Gon is just a really nice big brother.

Mito nudges Gon over to face the overly cheerful face, "Oh, these belong to this little beam of sunshine." She pats his soft black spiky hair, "Go ahead tell her."

"These are my kids." Gon elaborates, holding Alluka to his face. A toothless smile came on the little girl's face. "Can't you tell?" He asks sweetly.

The instructor flashes a look, Gon knows all too well. It's the confusing, "Okay. I have no clue how that works." The words that she says next does not reflect her true thoughts at all. "Congratulations."

"Don't congratulate me." Gon wrinkles his nose, "Why do people do that? I wasn't trying to have kids or nothing." He turns his head to the side, observing the woman for anymore sour-sweet reactions. "I mean, the accurate thing to say would be how did you end up in this situation?"

"I mean, it's your life." The instructor reaffirmed. She motioned to his child, "They're just really cute is all. Cute enough to be baby models!"

The baby's eyes flickered with glee mixed with determination. "Gaga!" Alluka let go of Gon's hand.

Gon narrows his eyes at the driving instructor, "Thanks." He responds coldly. He is not a fan of people complimenting his kids. It makes him paranoid with fear of someone might trying to steal them away. He has seen countless Lifetime movies about that…

He places Alluka in her car seat, locking her up tight. His brown eyes carefully looking over his offspring. A part of him doesn't desire to leave them in the car...even if it was only for a second. "My sweet angels."

Pegy whimpers, reaching her chubby hands out.

"I'll be right up front." Gon promises, "You'll be able to see me...Before you even notice I'm gone." Guilt tugs at his heart...maybe they knew it's a lie. They might only 4 months old, but maybe they could tell he's lying.

Kalluto kicks his legs, the laces on his feet not coming loose this time. He makes a curious humming sound looking up at Gon.

Gon flashes a smile. He pulls out of the car and gently closes the door. His ears pick up on the driver instructor and his aunt having a conversation.

The test proctor lady tries her best to deliver reassurance, "He can reschedule some other time." She gives a little nod and heads back inside the building.

Gon swallows dryly, "Yeah." He unlocks the door to sit in the front passenger seat. "I can look up something for the next time." He pulls out his phone to search on Google.

"Next time." Mito repeats sadly. "You'll get it."

Tears water in Gon's eyes, blurring the words coming up on his phone screen. "I mean, I would probably be mad if we got far or something." It was easier to talk like he don't care. "I didn't even make it out the parking lot." A pitiful laugh escapes his lips, "It was only like a minute. I'm really not that upset."

"She could have let you turn around." Mito mumbles, starting the car back up. "Like you said, that was barely even a minute."

"It's okay." Gon figures if he kept on saying things were okay, things would somehow turn out okay. "I mean, I don't know why I turned left. I probably got confused." He refuses to blame this on his schizophrenia.

"Oh come on, loser. You know it's not our fault. You can't even follow simple directions." The voices in his head giggle.

Gon hates the sound of them. All their laughter and joy make his head spin. There is a killer headache in his skull right now...it happens when the voice start up.

Mito doesn't comment, "You do that a lot." but Gon wishes that she would have. He really wishes she should would rub it in to the point, he could freely yell, "I don't want to talk about this ever again."

He'd has been waiting for what felt like his whole entire teenage years...all the time practicing: parking, signalling, road signs. All for his hard work to end in a little more than one minute.

All it took was one mistake to ruin the rest of your life.

He scrolls down the places, times and dates. "Everything is full until six months."

"Ging will wait for you." Mito says softly. She changed the gears of the car, backing out the spot.

Gon sniffles, his tearful brown eyes glancing up at her. "Whatever." His voice doesn't sound as cheerful or confident as he did this morning. Every part of him felt like he made a fool out of himself. "It was just a minute, maybe more...we didn't even make it out of the parking lot." He shrugged.

"I know. You told me."

"So I'm not really upset."

"I'm proud of you for trying and working hard. I know if it wasn't just for that, you would have got it for sure."

"See! It would have been different if I did the whole test then failed. But it was just a minute."

Mito pierces her lips, her eyes glued to the stop sign and three way turn that ended her nephew's test. "Do you want ice cream?" She offers, turning out of the parking lot.

"I don't need ice cream. I'm not five, I won't cry over this."

"I'm not saying you're going to cr-"

"It wasn't even really a test. It was like a demo test, really! Real test get out the parking lot and last longer than a minute."

Mito steals a glance at him. "Gon, get some tissues to wipe your nose." She doesn't even comment about how he was in tears.

Gon reaches in the glove box, to pull out some tissues. "I really want to visit…" He blows his nose. "What if he gets the dea-?"

"Gon, maybe this is a sign to focus on yourself this summer." Mito suggests, "You can get a job to support the babies." She gives a hopeful smile.

"I guess…"

"You're sixteen, you have your whole life ahead of you. Don't you think that if Ging really would have cared he'd stayed to see you grow up?"

"He's in jail!"

That statement always just kills Mito. "Well he had other options." Her lips curve up ready to expose, "And it's certainly not your duty to visit him if you can't get a license to drive a car." She doesn't have to say it. The mood and expression her face rubbed that hurt deep into Gon's soul.

Gon takes a long breath. He exhales the sadness, as wind blew through the window. "I guess, I need to go online and submit more job applications."

"You think they'll give someone like you a job? Haven't you been applying for jobs all summer? How many call backs? ZERO." The voice mock cruelly. "Just keep focusing on being a good mother...Oh wait! You can barely do that!"

Gon turns around to check on his kids. They are silently sitting, staring off into space. He figures there is a lot of pressure on their shoulders. The pressure to be normal. Everyone was pretty much betting on them to make up for what him and Killua failed to do.

"Killua." Gon utters softly, facing the front again. "I…" He raises his voice a little louder, "I haven't seen Killua all day. He's probably out looking for jobs."

Mito does not confirm or reject this statement. "He better be." There is a bit of aggression in her tone, as if it bothers her that some boy is crashing at her house doing nothing.

Killua wishes that he was at Gon's house doing nothing. He really did.

It would be much better than someone yelling at him through the drive thru. The person on the other end was talking all loud like he's deaf or something.

"ALRIGHT AND IMMA NEED A CARAMEL FRAPPE."

"That machine is broken." Killua pulls the headset slightly off his ears, in preparation for the onslaught of yelling.

"DAMN. YA'LL AINT GOT THAT FIXED YET? OKAY, SO HOW ABOUT A SLUSHIE?"

Blue eyes dart to the side to catch sight of the manger. The manger glared at him with a look reading, "You know what to say. This ain't Wendy's, this McDonalds."

"Umm, yeah…" Killua stares at the cash register steadily canceling out things. "Our slushie machine is down too." He bit his bottom lip shaking his head. He wonders what made him fall so far? It's probably because writing, 'used to be an ex-assassin' on previous job experience is not a way to get interviewed. But also writing, 'A drop out 16 year old high school student with no experience' is just as bad. Luckily, one of those responses will grant you an interview.

A new voice spoke through the receiver, "Ya'll trippin! Trippin! It's like 95 degrees out here."

"Well what you expect me to do?" Killua snaps, "The machines are down. You got a problem with it pull up to the window." He bit down on his tongue to prevent howling, "because I ain't having it! You aren't about to get some kind of way with me, unless you wanna catch these hands."

The sound of an engine roaring to life fills Killua's ears. He hastily slides open the window, "What you want?"

"Get your manager." The same second voice says pulling up.

Killua's eyes narrow recognizing the crew in the car. "Oh hell no." He murmurs at the sight of Feiten, Phinks, Franklin, Shizuku, and Machi. He knew those voices were so familiar.

Phinks screws up a brow, "Hey, we know you."

Shizuku pushes up her glasses, "It's that kid who knocked up Gon."

"I'm NOT JUST THAT KID WHO KNOCKED UP GON!" Killua hisses, "I HAVE A NAME!"

"HEY!" Fetian bangs his hand on the horn, "DON'T START YELLING BECAUSE I'M GOING TO START YELLING AGAIN, TOO!"

Killua rolls his eyes, ready to say something else. A body jumps over to the cramped window space, showering apologies before Killua has a chance to speak. He tries his best to ignore the exchange of words taking place between them.

The manger repeats again, "Sorry. It's his first day here. Pull up to a parking space, and I'll have him bring your food out to you."

Phinks gives a solemn nod, "Alright." He shoot Killua an aggressive look as he drove forward. "You better not try anything."

The manager closes the window, praising Killua. "Good job. Keep up the good work."

'That was good work?' Killua thinks, 'Maybe working in fast food is equivalent to being an assassin.'

"Here." Another employee shoves the sagging greasy bag at him.

"Gross." Killua murmurs. He holds the bag away from his body with two fingers.

"We don't use the G word back here!" The manager snaps, pointing to the exit door. "Now get that food out! Go!"

Killua walks out, the kitchen and into the dinning room. He really can't tell which smells worse- Both smell like sugar and beef fat. The best smell going for this place was the smell of outside, each time someone opened the door.

"Here." He hands the greasy paper bag through the driver side window.

"Are there extra napkins in here?" Shizuku questions, shifting through the bag.

Killua cocks his head to look her dead in the eyes, "You already know the answer to that."

"Bad customer service, bad attitude." Machi shakes her head. A little smirk tugs at her lips, "Honestly, it's a matter of time before you get fired." She rolls down her window in the back passenger side. "You need to get a job, that actually fits your qualifications."

Killua's expression twist slightly, "What is your deal?" His mind drifting back to the spider tattoo on his ankle. "I joined the Troupe when Chrollo was around."

"Yeah, because you're too weak…" Fetian states dryly. "Our boss tried to fix that. He tried to grow your punny emotions into something useful. But no, here you are putting all the boss's hard work to shame."

"I don't care." Killua puts simply. "I only joined for protection and revenge, but I Chrollo taught me, the real change is inside of myself. I can make my life better and help make the world better by-"

"WRONG." Fetian interrupts, "Boss wants Gon to take over the Spider."

"Okay, now I know you're lying."

"Who's lying?" Phinks fires out, "Fetian is no liar. Chrollo wouldn't have given you the keys to all his secretes if he didn't. He even passed on the jacket."

"Gon is literary using Chrollo's car right now to take a driver test." Killua points out, "There are no secrets in that car!" He shrugs, "If you want the jacket back, you can have it. I'll dig it out of Gon's closet somewh-"

Machi yanks up strands of white hair, "Listen here, The Spider needs a new leader. Chrollo wanted it to be one of you brats or else he wouldn't have worked so hard tracking you down." Her words grow more menacing with each movement from her pink covered lips, "We aren't dumb. Where you are, Gon is. We don't need your help to find him. This encounter here, was just a buzz of fate on our part."

Killua's heart increases in speed. "Don't you dare." A shaky breath escapes his lungs as he backs away. "You stay away from him." He grits his teeth disgusted with his overly sensitive emotions taking control once more.

"You don't have control of us." Fetain sneers, "We do what we want."

"I swear to God if y-"

"You don't believe in God."

"I put it on my moma!"

"You hate your moma."

"Shut up! The point is, if you touch Gon you're screwed." Killua jolts a few zaps of lightning through his fingertips. "Got that?" He gives them a sideways grin, "Besides if you're all really that desperate for a leader, you could always take me."

"I'd call that a deal then." Shizuku approves, pushing open the car door.

Killua blinks rapidly his brain struggling to comprehend what was just agreed upon. He squeaks, "What?" A pair of arms grab his body. His blue eyes catch sight of a hulking sewn up body, holding him hostage. "WHAT THE BLOODY HELL?"

"Got'em." Franklin declares, dragging Killua inside the car.

Killua uses his nen ability to shoot electricity through his body. Only little sparks occur, as the rest die out in the calm of his hand. "Why in the wor-?"

"That's what happens when you get weak." Fetian chuckles, locking the doors. "But don't worry, we won't let that prohibit you from being a good boss. Chrollo would want use to fix you up real quick."

"Where are you taking me?"

"You'll find out." Phinks mashes his foot on the pedal, quickly backing out of the parking spot. "You're going to find out real soon."

Thanks for reading. This is the next story after, "Don't shake the embryo, Gon!" And you should read that before this, or you might be confused. This is just a bunch of crack and plot. I had fun writing this, so I hope everyone enjoys reading. I don't want to put anything to spoil more...

Description of their babies:

Alluka: The oldest. Girl. Black hair, blue eyes, most energetic and loves playing games.

Pegy: The middle child. Girl. Black hair, brown eyes, attention hog and loves hugs.

Kalluto: The youngest. Boy. Black and white hair, blue eyes, lazy but adores his blanket and loves soft things.

Alright, also my writing style is present tense third person. I don't know how ya'll feel about the change. It's just a little experiment, with all my recent books. If people don't like it or find it weird, I might change back to past tense.

Thanks again! Have a wonderful day full of sunshine.~Mel