"Gon... Is that you?"
Gon ceased his constant flurry of punches to Neferpitou's broken skull and turned his attention to the silver haired boy behind him.
"Killua...?"
The moment Killua lay eyes on his best friend, he knew something was drastically wrong. what stood before him was not the care free boy he had grown to love and admire, but rather a broken shadow of his former self; his once bright eyes were now dull and downcast. His body had suddenly adopted the form of a man in his early thirties, vast quantities of muscle lining his bloodied figure.
The most notable change, however, had to be the volume of his nen. The sheer power was enough to stand his hair on end and the overwhelming pressure was insurmountable. Such a strong aura was crushing. It almost suffocated him.
But the only thing Killua could focus on was the stream of scarlet fluid spurting out of Gon's arm- or what was left of it anyway. The arm had been taken in the blink of an eye just moments before. Killua had managed to leap from his position and push him out of harms way, just as Pitou's mutilated corps- now a nen puppet- dived at him. The limb was torn off quicker than Gon could react.
The appendage sailed though the air leaving trails of red in its wake.
Cobalt and crimson stained the one armed boy's side, the two colours mingling to create a sickly indigo. This gruesome mixture served to symbolise the impossible coexistence of both man and ant as one entity.
Time seemed to stop, forcing the world into a state of lethargy. Everything appeared to move in slow motion. It was agonising.
Killua was horrified.
"Gon! Your arm!"
But Gon remained indifferent.
"It's ok." His tone was soft and forlorn. "It doesn't hurt. I'm not trying to be tough."
Gon's glazed eyes harboured pain. Tears had begun to form at the corners and were threatening to spill. Seeing his best friend in this state hurt Killua greatly.
Gon's next words shook him to the very core.
"I'm actually kind of glad. I finally get to be like Kaito was back then." Behind him, Pitou's remains jumped to attack. Gon swung with his remaining fist and knocked the limp mass away. "In that moment... I felt like I'd been saved, forgiven just a little."
Gon leapt into the air, grabbed his severed right arm and raised it, poised to strike.
"REAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!" He roared, his voice rageful, fiery irises filled with bloodlust.
And with that, he brought the aforementioned body part down with incredible force. It entered through Neferpitou's chest, impaling the heart.
"You can have my right arm."
He began to form a ball of aura where his arm was missing.
"It's time for you to sleep, too," he whispered.
"Saisho wa guu." The ball grew.
"Stop!" Tears were beginning to flow from Killua's eyes.
'If you keep using this power... What will happen to you?!'
"Jan." The orb of light energy flickered in response.
"Ken." The aura sphere continued to grow.
"GON!" His cry of desperation echoed throughout the forest, the wind carrying his voice far and wide.
Gon looked over his shoulder at the young assassin. He, too, had despair evident in his expression.
The ball of aura expanded in an explosion of power. Dust billowed and branches whipped the air. Trees swayed violently, the aftershock forcing all to be blown far from the source of the blast.
His loss was too great.