A nice, warm day it was for the two young adolescents, Killua and Gon. Nothing was to be done nor attempted; a lazy day it was. The tree's branches brushed against the window as if it was peeking through the deeper demeanor of the two boy's relationship; which has always been in question by others whether they were more than just this title of 'Best Friends'. Beams of brightly, yellow-tinted, white light blazed through the window of their one bedroom apartment; they decided unanimously to stay there until any leads to where Gon's father, Ging may be.
Boredom reached its peak in the essence of the room. Gon, the big-eyed child, laid on their only bed in a deep, demanding sleep. Oh, the cute boy whimpered soundly, flashing back to the Hunter Exam; he dreamed about all of the pervious events, reflecting on every single detail. A grin appeared on his big, baby face as he had begun to remember how he met all of his dear friends; especially Killua. A soft, flourishing blush sneaked upon Gon's cheeks as he grabbed and coddled a pillow, pretending it was his dear friend, Kil. The cool, silky cloth pressed against the boy's warm skin, causing his body to gently tingle. He wrapped his small, perfectly shaped legs around the long pillow to try and get rid of this tingle he felt. A wetness peaked Gon as he slowly grinded the pillow.
Why does this feel so good? Nearing the brink of becoming fully waking up. A-Am I going to pee? His rosy lips curled up in embarrassment, feeling a warm liquid drip in-between his legs; it wasn't enough for him to pee, but enough to have his concern. The boy pushed the pillow and kept telling himself to get up and go to the bathroom to check himself, but before he knew it, he fell back asleep on his small belly.
All the while the white haired boy was taking a nice, warm shower. Heavy drops of hot water first hit his head and face then quickly streamed down between all of the cracks and crevasses of his muscular body.
It's been so long since I've had such a nice shower like this.
He stood relax, washing his body until the water turned ice cold. Killua hopped out of the shower and got dressed. As he fixed the buttons on his shirt, pressing to curl out its crinkles with his hands. Things like these seemed to plainly annoy him from remaining clean cut and neat. His focus was interrupted by soft whimpers his dear friend was projecting in his sleep. The boy's head jerked up to Gon sleeping so sweetly with soft, baby snores. This silver haired boy couldn't help but to giggle over his beloved friend. There was no denying the intimate entanglement Killua felt as he shyly moved closer to his friend to look at his beautiful, supple face. Their bond is strong, close, and rather very questionable. Yet, it is distance that separated the both of them.
Gon's face; his little, small face; a face of pure innocence which attracted Killua's being. It is a face of eyes with innocent curiosity and wonder, a beautiful perception of the world was seen by these of their own nature. The enigma, Killua loves his best friend's face. As Gon lies asleep in bed, the blue-eyed boy hung his head over in a blush which slowly made its way as he continued to watch him slumber.
"Gon?..." Killua leaned into the side of his baby face and gently whispers. "Gon?... I'm happy I met you. You're my best friend...my life... No, you're my light." He pulled the covers over Gon, tucking him in tightly to make sure he was cozy; considering his ideas of waking him up, Killua decided to sit on the foot of the bed and admirably watched. Gon, he is the light of Killua's world of darkness. The bridge of loneliness and despair began collapsing, a friend to remain loyal and ever so faithful for conquered these feelings self-loathing. A reason, the only reason, this blue eyed boy is able to smile and love as much as he is able to now. For a moment in time, he thought he lost Gon when Neterpitou and he fought. The sick twisted idea of his true inspiration actually dying made him shutter in disbelief. How injured his only friend was shattered his heart into a never-ending amount of untouchable pieces.
Tears of joy began to stream down the young assassin's face as he realized how strong his friend truly is, knowing his friend's okay is what fully brings him hope of a stronger and more meaningful relationship he could build with him. The rays of soft light beaded down on Gon's face, creating a luminous scene of a beautiful shine and vast array of deeply maintained aura of recklessness. So beautiful Gon is, a gigantic ball of love, innocence, and loyalty combined into a deep abyss of radiance. The white haired boy kept thinking and thinking about their memories and obstacles they've overcame only because of their friendship.
Where would Killua be if he had never met Gon? What would he have become with the absence of such love only a true friend could ever provide?
The boy continues to dwindle into his thoughts as he began to wonder how to prove to Gon that he must remain his one and only friend. Humiliatingly, he admitted his jealousy over Ret'z and couldn't control his anger once he announced her, 'His new friend.' He gazed at his face as a man would look at his lover. A giggle was heard by the supple boy as the assassin realized the smile on Gon's cheeks. What a sweet dream he must be having? Then it dawned on Killua, he must make his best friend's most desired dream come true so he could never be interested in making not even one other friend.
How Killua wished he could read Gon's mind so he could search deeply into his thoughts and dreams. He wished he can only know.
Was it to find Ging and finally meet his father? Or travel the entire world and its endless possibilities? It could be anything. S-Should I ask him..or-
The young boy continued to watch in awe as Gon pushed the covers off of himself. Poor child must be feeling hot. Killua's eyes went straight to staring down his friend's tender thighs. He immediately looked away, embarrassed, but looked back while fiddling his fingers in his hands.
Oi' Gon...you are beautiful..