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A/N: For Valentine's Day this year, I decided to do this story. I also decided to put it up in separate parts because. I might think of a reason later, but for now, it's just "because".
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Are You Gonna Be My Gon?

On a normal day, I would have been walking to school. However, today, I was running late. Well, not that it was a big deal or anything, it's just that I'd been late a few times already this month and one more meant I had to stay after school. I wouldn't mind staying after school so much if it didn't mean I couldn't spend more time with Gon. Gon…

"AH SHIT!" I exclaimed, "I forgot to meet Gon at his house!" I looked at my watch, "Shit, there's no time! I gotta get to class!"

I continued running toward school, cursing the whole way. In my mind, I only hoped Gon would forgive me for not meeting him and that he'd understand why I couldn't. When I got tired of using regular curse words, I made up my own. Granted, they weren't really clever; mostly just two curses combined. Through my cursing, I heard a familiar voice.

"Ki-llu-a~!"

I paid no attention to the voice. I was just focused on getting to school before the bell rang. The voice got closer and grew louder, but still I ignored it. I looked at my watch and thought I could make it on time. The voice spoke again.

"Ki-llu-a~!"

I turned around to see the owner of the voice jump into the air and dive right at me. What happened next seemed like slow-motion. Gon was flying through the air towards me, my eyes widened, his lips pressed right up against mine and I went falling backwards with Gon on top of me. I felt his tongue slip into my mouth and his lower body rub against mine. For a moment, my tongue had entered his mouth, but then I remembered what I was doing before and pushed him off.

Gasping for air, I hit him on the head and said, "Idiot! You could have killed me!"

"Eh?" He said, "How?"

"I could have hit my head on the sidewalk! And besides, I told you not to do that in public."

I got up and extended a hand to Gon. He took it and I pulled him up off of the sidewalk. We then started walking towards school. Gon was still rubbing his head. I guess I hit him harder than I thought.

"Hey, Killua," he said.

"Yeah?"

"We've been dating for two months now," I rolled my eyes and mouthed the words he spoke next, "when are you going to take me to your house?"

So predictable. He's asked that every single morning this month. He started asking after we started to hang out, but that was only occasionally. Now, since we started to date, he's asked it more frequently. I always respond to his question the same way.

"Never," I said immediately after his question.

"Aw, come on, Killua," Gon complained, "Why not?"

"How do you think my parents would react if I told them I was dating a boy?"

"Well," Gon reasoned, "you don't need to tell them we're dating. You could just say we're friends."

"With the way you always act?" I accused, "I don't think they'd buy it."

Gon was depressed. I knew it was just an act to make me give in so, I wouldn't give him the satisfaction. The real reason why I didn't want Gon meeting my family was because I was afraid he wouldn't want to be my friend, let alone my boyfriend, if he knew the truth. My family is the most feared in York New City. They're also the most powerful.

My dad is the man that rules over the ten Mafia Godfathers. If there's any problems that they can't solve, they bring it to him to solve. And if he solves them, then they get solved and they stay solved. He wanted me to take over when I was older. That's why he sent me off to school; so I could learn how to operate out in the open or something stupid like that.

"But you always come over to my house," Gon said, taking me out of my thoughts, "and Aunt Mito doesn't mind that we're dating."

"That's because your aunt is crazy, dude," I said.

"She is not!" He defended.

"Oh yeah?" I argued, "The first time I ever went to your house, she asked me if I had taken your virginity, yet. And whenever I'm over, she always expects us to be naked when she comes into your room. Tell me that doesn't sound like she's crazy."

"Well," Gon said trying hard not to sound defeated, "There are times when she can be a little unreasonable, but-"

"Unreasonable?" I countered, "She always gives you things to give to me. Things best left for an adult magazine or something."

"Oh," he said brightly, "That reminds me," He flipped his backpack over his shoulder and began searching through it, "Aunt Mito said you should wear this today."

He pulled out a small package that, at first glance, you'd think held some candy. He gave it to me and I opened it to reveal, not candy but, something else that felt like one of those gloves doctors always wear. I examined it and noticed there was an opening for something so I put my finger in and shook it. It looked like a finger from one of those gloves, but the elastic part at the bottom of the glove was at the end of the finger.

"Aunt Mito said it was a… uh.. What was it? Oh. A con dumb, I think."

"Con… dumb…" I repeated, "Con… dumb? C-condom!? GAH!" I shook my hand to get the condom off then picked it up with its wrapper and shoved it back at Gon saying, "Throw it away! Throw it away!"

Gon put the condom in the first garbage we passed and asked, "What's wrong?"

I looked at him and said, "You… really don't know what a condom is for?"

Gon shook his head and I whispered in his ear what a condom is used for. "EH!?" When he looked at me, his face was as red as a cherry, "Really?"

I nodded and said, "You still think your aunt isn't crazy?"

"Honestly," he admitted, "I'm not so sure anymore."

He let out a sigh. I couldn't help but laugh. It was fun to see Gon defeated. And it gave me a weird sense of joy knowing that I was the one that defeated him. I can't be too sure why, though. Maybe it was because he was always so optimistic and defiant. My laughter was stopped by the ringing of the school bell.

"Shit," I said, "I'm late! Dammit, this means I'll have to stay after school."

"Don't worry," Gon reassured me, "I'll wait for you."

"Really?"

Gon nodded and said, "Now you'd better get to class before the second bell so the teacher won't have you stay for longer."

"Right."

I gave him a quick kiss and ran off to class. I navigated the hallways of school like the back of my hand. I had to dodge some kids while I ran up the stairs. If I bumped any, I apologized and continued on my way. I made it in to the classroom just as the second bell rang.

"Killua Zoldyck!" The teacher yelled as soon as I entered the room, "You are late, mister! I hope you have a reasonable excuse."

"He was probably making out with his boyfriend," one of the students teased. The class erupted in laughter.

"No!" I defended, "Gon and I were not making out!"

It was no secret that Gon and I were dating, as Gon had announced it to practically the whole school the day after we had started. As much as I had wanted to keep it a secret, I just couldn't bring myself to tell everyone it was false. Most people either ignored or accepted it, while others liked to tease us. Mostly me, though.

Once, somebody had teased Gon and, being Gon, he took the teasing seriously and had started to cry. I had to step in and beat the kid up. After a detention for that, word got around and everybody stopped teasing Gon. I showed that I could take the teasing and just brush it off so all the teasing was directed at me.

"Well, young man," the teacher insisted, "What is your excuse? Hm? Gangsters showing up at your door while you were trying to get ready? Or, perhaps, it was the aliens this time?"

I had used both excuses before. The first one was not that far from what had actually happened. One day, one of the Mafia Godfathers showed up at our front door and dad had called me in for the meeting. I tried to explain it was a school day, but he said that Mafia business was more important than school. I'll give you the short version of how it went: They talked and I was bored out of my skull. The second excuse, however, was entirely made-up.

"I… overslept," I admitted.

"Well," the teacher said, "I believe you have some homework to catch up on. You can do that after school. Now take you seat."

"Yes, ma'am," I said, going to where my desk was.

My teacher was the textbook definition of a 'hard ass'. Especially on me. She would give out a hundred things to work on for homework. And that's added on to my other classes, which are thankfully light. I wondered if she knew who my family was, would she still be so hard on me? I heard from Gon that his teacher was a total pushover (okay, he didn't say it like that) and at times, I wished I was in his class.

Class went on boringly. Teacher talked and asked ridiculous questions nobody knew the answers to. Then she talked more about the answers as if they should have been things we'd have known all of our lives. The more she talked, the more I found myself tuning out.

Pretty soon, I started to think of other things. Most of them had to do with Gon. I wondered how his class was going. I wondered if he was as bored as I was. I wondered what my life would have been like if I hadn't met him. Then, I thought back to the day we had first met.

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It was a year before we had started dating. It was a time of year that annoyed me. It was that time of year when people started acting really stupid for something they called 'love'. It was the week of Valentine's Day. And I hated it.

It wasn't because I didn't have anybody to love, it was just that nobody had wanted to love me. Every year, I'd get paper hearts made out to me by girls because they felt obligated to do so. At least, that's what I had always assumed. After all, with people telling you 'don't fall in love' your whole life, you tend to think that nobody would want to fall in love with you.

Anyway, during the week of Valentine's Day, I'd get a few paper hearts in my locker. I didn't pay them much attention, but I kind of looked forward to them. So, when I didn't get any paper hearts in my locker during that year, because I didn't realize the girls had started a new tradition, I was a little disappointed. I kept checking my locker throughout the day to see if there were any paper hearts, but there weren't. I did that for the entire week, until the last day of the week.

On the last day of the week, I found out the girls' new tradition. When I opened my locker in the morning, about fifty or so paper hearts came out like an avalanche and buried me. I was underneath the pile of paper hearts, with my arms the only thing visible. I felt a hand grab my wrist and pull me up. As I sat up, the one that pulled me from my paper grave fell backwards and banged their head on the lockers.

"Ow…" They said.

When I looked at my savior, I noticed that it was a boy around my age. He had spiky black and green hair and was wearing the school uniform. I had never seen him around before, so I figured he was new. At first glance, he didn't really look too dignified. His legs were wide open and he was rubbing the back of his head.

"Um… Thanks," I said.

He stopped rubbing his head and beamed at me saying, "You're welcome!"

"You know," I began, "I could have gotten out of there by myself."

"Eh?" He said, "But it looked like you needed help. There must be, like, a hundred of these!"

"Yeah, it seems like the girls have a new tradition. How annoying. Oh. By the way, I'm Killua."

I extended my hand to him. He looked at stupidly. I had just met this kid and he was already starting to annoy me. I figured it was a new record or something. I made a motion with my hand that most people would have known meant for them to grab it.

After a second of him staring at my hand stupidly, I said, "Well? Come on! Take my hand!" He blinked. "What? You don't know what a handshake is?"

"Hand…shake…?" He said, "Oh! Right. Sorry." He took my hand and continued, "I'm Gon. Gon Freecss. It's nice to meet you, Killua."

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"Killua Zoldyck!" The teacher's voice brought me from my thoughts.

I stood up and said, "Yes, ma'am."

"Answer the following question," she said, "How many Foxbears are there living in the surrounding York New City area?"

The hell kind of question is that? I thought and guessed, "42?"

The teacher sighed and said, "If you were paying any kind of attention, young man, you would have heard me just say the Foxbears are native to a small fishing island that is known to have a great number of tourists. Do you know what this island is called and why tourists travel there every year?"

I could have sworn that she was only calling on me because she hates me, but I ventured a guess, "The island is called Tuna Isle and everything is made from sea shells."

The class once again laughed and the teacher's only response was, "Take your seat. Obviously, you need to do some reading after school, as well."

The teacher went on about Tuna Isle's ecosystem or something like that. She told the class to open the textbooks and we started reading from them. Apparently, there was a whole chapter of the textbook dedicated to this mysterious island that's shaped like a fish. I decided I could care less about this and stood my textbook upright so it would give me cover for when I laid my head down on my desk and closed my eyes, thinking about the days after I had met Gon.

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As usual with the days after Valentine's Day, I had a lot of chocolate. Not that I didn't mind chocolate, I absolutely loved it. It was the only thing good about Valentine's Day, in my opinion. However, this year, I had a new experience: sharing the chocolate.

After Gon had 'rescued' me, as he put it, from my 'Valentine's grave' (again, his words), we decided to hang out. For the first time in my life, I laughed with somebody about something that didn't even make sense. It was weird what I was feeling. Gon had said that it was 'the power of friendship'. I didn't know that friendship had a power, but I went along with it anyway.

Gon invited me over to his house after school one day. Luckily, I didn't have detention that day so after school we walked together. We ended up in a relatively new part of town; only a few years old, but still older than me. It was a very hilly place, too. There were houses built on every side of every hill, that I could see.

"There it is!" Gon said, pointing.

"What?" I asked, looking to where he was pointing.

"That's my house!" He said.

"Which one?" I asked.

He pointed to the very top of the largest hill, where a pretty big house was sitting. Though, it didn't look quite that big from where I was standing. Gon grabbed my arm and started dragging me up the hill. At first, there were stairs to walk up, but about two-thirds from the top, the stairs just suddenly stopped. The rest of the way was just a dirt path.

When we got to the top, I stopped. The house was huge! I saw at least three stories, not including a window at the very top that seemed like it would be placed in an attack. Despite the area being new, the house seemed pretty old. Though, you'd have to stare at it for a long time to realize that.

Gon pushed open the front door and said, "Aunt Mito, I'm home!"

"You live with your aunt?" I asked, "What happened to your parents?"

"Mm," he said, "My dad's an archaeologist, so I don't see him very often."

"And your mom?"

His eyes showed sadness when he said, "She died. Giving birth to me."

"I… I'm sorry," I apologized, "If I had known-"

Gon cut me off, "It's not your fault, Killua," his eyes beamed at me again, "But it's alright. After all, I have my Aunt Mito. She takes really good care of me!"

"Ah, Gon!" A woman's voice came from down the hall, "I'm sorry, I didn't hear you come in. Oh? And who is this?"

"Aunt Mito," Gon said, "this is my friend, Killua! We met at school a few days ago."

"Nice to meet you ma'am," I said politely.

"Oh," Aunt Mito said, "The pleasure is all mine. Y'know, I'm glad that Gon is finally taking some initiative."

"Excuse me?" I asked, confused.

"I have been trying to hook him up with girls for years!" She explained, "But now, he brings home such a beautiful girl like you and-"

"Aunt Mito!" Gon said, "Killua isn't a girl! Killua is a boy!"

"Oh!" Aunt Mito said, "Oh, I'm very sorry." She lifted up one of my bangs and said, "It's just that your hair threw me off. Again, I am so very sorry. But Gon," she said turning towards him, "You should have told me that you preferred boys. All those years of trying to get you in bed with a girl. I should have known something was wrong."

"Aunt Mito…" Gon said, obviously feeling as embarrassed as I was.

"So, tell me, Killua," Aunt Mito said, "do you have Gon's v-i-r-g-i-n-i-t-y?"

"His what?" I asked.

She eyed me suspiciously, "Let me rephrase: have you two had s-e-x?"

I blinked and looked to Gon for help. His face was redder than an apple, not that mine looked any different. I wasn't sure how Gon could have turned out so normal when he had this person to raise him. His aunt kept asking me these weird questions and I silently pleaded with Gon to take me away from her. I didn't care where we went, just as long as she wasn't there.

Gon grabbed my arm and told his aunt, "Well, it's been nice chatting with you, Aunt Mito, but Killua and I have to go to my room now."

"Oh," Aunt Mito said in a sudden realization, "I got ya. You were planning on doing it tonight. Oh. Well, I'm sorry that I ruined your surprise Gon. If you need me to take any pictures, I'll just be in the kitchen."

Gon led me upstairs as his aunt walked back into the doorway she came out of. When we got into Gon's room, he closed the door behind him and locked it. He slumped against the door and profusely apologized. I told him that his aunt was crazy. He dismissed it, saying she had an 'active imagination'.

"'Active imagination', my ass!" I exclaimed, "How the hell do you live with her? How the hell are you so normal? What the hell was she talking about with her spelling? And just how many girls have you slept with?"

"None," Gon defended, "I haven't slept with any girls. Aunt Mito just left me in a room with this one girl one time and she thinks that I don't like girls now because all we did was play games."

"Uh-huh," I said, disbelieving.

"It's true!" He said.

"Whatever," I said, dismissing the subject that I didn't want to talk about anymore, "We have homework to do so let's do it first and get it out of the way. Then we can play some games."

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End of Part 1.