Hellooo! I just started to watch this show, but I already have my OTP; KilluGon. I. Love. It! So, this is my first fanfic here so no judging if it's inaccurate please! It stresses me out. Anyway, onto the story!
Swish. The line was cast into the water, bobbing on the top of the bright blue water. The air was silent as the green haired 12-year-old boy sat patiently for the fish. The one his father caught, and the one he would catch as well. He waited. And waited. Fish took the bite, but not the one he wanted. Birds flew, screeching in the early morning, the fog slowly lifting so you could see the lush green forest. No one was around for miles; it was a very rural neighborhood, filled with forests, farms, and prairies. Hours passed, days. He didn't eat, didn't sleep. One morning, he was still wide awake, the breeze still lightly blowing his spiky hair around. His sharp amber eyes focused solely on one thing: catching the Lord. The Lord was the biggest fish caught in the lake ever, by the boy's father, at his age. The boy would do the same. Suddenly, a harsh tug sent the boy nearly flying out of his perch in the tree and into the serene lake, but he was able to jump from branch to branch, wrapping the line around the huge tree. Grunting with effort, he kept pulling with more strength than a 12-year-old should have. And then, he felt a release. And saw blue scales, white teeth, and a silver fishing line flying at him. He dodged, but the fish kept going. Long story short, the boy ended up on the ground. He didn't care though.
"I caught the Lord! I caught it! I caught it Mito-san!" He cheered, jumping in a circle with a cheerful grin. He dragged to the center of the town he lived close to, still yelling about his victory. Men, woman and children cheered as he dragged the huge fish past, clapping, while some whispered.
"It hasn't been caught in 20 years! And his father was the last one, at the same age!" they flew around the air, circling the kids head, making him swell with pride.
"Gon!" the boy turned to see two of his friends running full speed at him.
"I did it Kurapika, Leorio!" He grinned his toothy grin, holding up a peace sign. The two older boys smiled down at him, and Leorio patted his head.
"Ya did good kid! Hell, ya did amazing!" He laughed, and the blonde next to him nodded in agreement, a smile etching onto his face.
"What you did was a great feat Gon, I am very impressed," Kurapika smiled. Gon grunted his thanks as he dragged it to the center.
After his celebrating, Gon was running home after collecting things from his tree perch. He didn't expect to run into a kid on a skateboard. Literally.
"Sorry! Are you alright?!" Gon exclaimed, jumping off of the other person.
"I'm fine, you?" the other kid replied. Gon studied him. He was a kid about his age with snow white hair, with only a slightly darker skin tone. His pale blue eyes seemed to glow like a cat's as he studied Gon.
"I'm Killua. What's your name?" Killua stuck out his hand. Gon smiled and took it, replying,
"I'm Gon! Sorry about running into you, I was coming home from-"
"Catching the Lord! You're that kid? Cool!" Killua's manner changed completely from 'cool guy' to 'excited six-year-old'. Gon smiled. Again.
"I had to spend a week in a tree for that fish! He owes me!" Gon laughed. Killua laughed along with him, bending down to pick up his skateboard. Gon's eyes widened with curiosity.
"What, never seen one?" Killua asked. Gon shook his head.
"Never tried one," he explained. Killua chuckled and handed him the board. Gon's eyes gleamed with joy.
"Thanks Killua! This is gonna be so cool!" He yelled, and hopped onto the board. But instead of having one foot on each side, both were on the front. Basically, Gon fell flat on his face.
"Ow," he mumbled, muffled by the ground. Killua laughed, helping him up.
"Here, let me teach you!" They spent the rest of the night laughing and falling onto one another, slowly becoming friends.
As the years went on, Killua and Gon became the closest of friends. One day, Gon found out something Killua had hoped to keep a secret.
"Kil!" A shrill voice shrieked. Killua and Gon had been pranking people and running around the town instead of going to school. They were little devils. Killua turned at the voice, and, if this could happen, he grew paler than he already was.
"What are you doing?! You have an assignment!" a woman with metal glasses ran up, holding her ball gown.
"Who're you?" Gon didn't mean to be rude: he was just curious. But it was a bad question. Slowly, the woman's head turned around to face the young boy, and then back to Killua.
"Kil, who is this?" she asked quietly. Killua gulped nervously, a drop of sweat running down his neck.
"T-this is G-gon, my b-best f-friend," Killua stuttered. The woman let a small gasp escape.
"Assassins don't have friends Killua," she retorted.
"Who're you?" Gon asked again. Killua flinched. The woman turned toward him again. "And why did you-indirectly-call Killua an assassin?" He finished.
"I, am Kil's mother. Kil is an assassin. He was supposed to be on an assignment, but obviously, he is not. He must come home," Killua's mother finished.
"Oh! Nice meeting you! Bye Killua!" Gon smiled and waved. Killua and his mother stared at the boy like he was insane. He might've been a bit.
"You- you just found out I'm an assassin and you act like you don't care?" Killua whispered. Gon just shrugged.
"Hey, do what you want, but you'll always be my best friend," Gon replied.
"Killua!" the boy flinched and walked away from his friend, but he sent Gon a smile and a wave. Then, his mother started to scream at him, slapping at moments. Gon was horrified, so he followed his friend, hunting them like prey to their house. Well, mansion. It took several hours to get there, and the house was a mountain. It smoked and sometimes small sparks would be seen. It was surrounded by miles upon miles of dense green forest. He had to avoid many creatures and people, but he didn't give up. Gon followed them into the mountain, through many hallways, and into a dark room that smelled of old wood and rain. It was filled with gleaming iron weapons, chains hung from the ceiling and a whip lay on a small wooden chair in the corner. Killua's mother chained him up, him not saying one word or resisting. Then, she called out a name that to Gon, sounded like "Milk!" and in came in a fat boy with a pink shirt which helped him out in his pig appearance. Dark hair greasy sat atop his pale head and fell in his face as he grabbed the whip. He ripped off Killua's shirt and raised the whip. Gon's heart sped up and his eyes widened in fear for his friend. He held his breath, and with a crack of the whip, Milk made a deep red mark against Killua's pale stomach. He didn't even scream. Even in the dark, Gon could see the scars from other whipping sessions, and he felt anger boil in him. It went from his toes, bubbling up in his stomach and into his throat, and formed a word out of his mouth.
"Stop!" He screamed, his body shaking with unseen rage. Well, you could see it in his face. Killua looked up from the ground, fear and happiness shown on his face. His mother swirled around to face the young boy and Milk waddled around to face him.
"I will say good job for following us here. It's not often I don't notice a predator. But now, you know where we live, and what we do. Mil, kill him. Sorry, boy." She snapped her fingers, but before Milk made one step, there was the sound of falling metal. Killua had broken his chains, and he stood staring at his brother.
"If you touch him Mil, I. Will. Kill you." His eyes were dialated, a maniacal look on his normally serene face. For one moment, Gon was scared. No, this is Killua. He would never hurt you. He's your best friend. Gon ran over to Killua and tried to help him walk, only to find him able to sprint down the hall, dragging Gon. Soon they arrived at Gon's house where his mom had left out a cold dinner. She was used to Gon being, well gone. Gon had lent Killua a shirt and already gotten into bed. He had his back facing to the door, so when Killua entered, he didn't know until he heard him settle onto the floor.
"No, Killua. Sleep up here," he patted the bed, smiling. Killua just rolled over.
"You're not scared?" He whispered. His voice was shaky, uncertain. Gon grunted.
"I am. I know what you can do, but I know you won't hurt me. On purpose."
"You don't know that," Killua replied.
"Well, will you?!" Gon retorted. Killua rolled back over to face Gon's fierce amber gaze.
"I don't want to, but-"
"Then I trust you. Get off the floor," Gon commanded. Killua sighed, knowing better than to argue, and climbed into the bed.
"Night Gon."
"Night Killua."
Years had passed and the two had only gotten closer. They were in their freshman year when the problems started.