He shot down the streets with a skip in his step. The boy with gravity defying black hair and olive complexion let loose a laugh, ignoring the nasty looks being shot his way and the comments about 'how hot he was' from the girls he passed. He was used to it, to the point where it didn't seem like it really mattered any more, it was just routine.

He had been in Yorknew for around a month, searching for someone. That person could either be his father or a person who would help him build up his psychic defenses.

IN this world, everyone had a specific gift, a magic power, that allowed them to perform everyday things with its benefit. From what Gon had learned from his Aunt Mito, those who had physical abilities, such as increased speed or the ability to conjure small flames had the more common set of a abilities to the point where every 995 people out of one-thousands possessed at physical ability. He was one of those people. He had the ability to build up his defensive and offensive skills till they were nearly impenetrable. Though, because of this, he lacked defense and offense when it came to anything that had to deal with his psyche.

That was the main reason he had decided to disembark from his quaint home on Whale Island to walk through the crowded streets of Yorknew, the busiest city on the planet, all on his own.

Overall, he did have the goal of finding his father, Ging Freecss, who ranked first in the top five hardest people to find on the planet. But did this ever deter Gon from his goal? No, in fact, it made him all the more determined to find the man who had abandoned him at the age of two.

He took in a deep breath, finally feeling the lack of caffeine catching up with him as he turned yet another corner of the street, eyes scanning for the slightest evidence of a psyche.

Rumors had it that psyches, strong psyche's, were hard to find, and those who were found were usually unpleasant people who no one wanted to be messing around in their brains, which posed a huge problem for Gon, who was trying to avoid people like that.

Big doe eyes lit up as he spied a cafe a few doors away and he nearly tripped over his own feet as he ran for the door.

Throwing it open, Gon was greeted by a deserted shop filled with bloodlust. Silva got caught in his throat as he tried to swallow, knowing that he had just picked the wrong place to enter, but never would he ever back down from his goals, which was currently a cup of coffee.

Glancing over the shop, he noticed five people in total. Behind the bar was a girl with long black hair and a purple gem in the middle of her forehead. She looked over at Gona and offered a small smile, which looked sympathetic, as if she was sure he was going to die and she was apologizing in advance.

Over on couches that were crowded by a fireplace, three men sat, all of them with some weird hat on their head and lines on their eyes. They each had a couch to themselves and they were taking up as much space a possible, feet on the furniture and legs draped everywhere. This caused Gon to cringe at the fact that they didn't have any respect to others property, but he also knew they were the ones he would have to watch out for. That was, until his eyes looked over to the other side of the room.

In what could've been the darkest corner, a hunched over figure sat on a couch, head hung low and white strings hanging out of the hood over their hood, most likely earbuds. Despite all his efforts, he couldn't see any evidence of the person's facial features at either their body shape, thanks to the overly baggy sweater and sweat pants that covered their body, so gender identification was nearly impossible. The aura this person produced was frightening. The waves it came off in were nearly visible, which caused Gon to shiver in fear.

Ignoring the feeling the best he could, he walked over to the counter and offered a wide smile. "Hello, can I get a black coffee and, hmmm, one of these," he ordered, grabbing a yogurt cup from the open fridge beside him.

"Sure thing. That'll be $5.50," she responded, punching in the ordered.

Gon took his yogurt to the side and waited for his coffee, trying not to let his knees shake from the overall pressure of the room. The barista handed him his coffee, which he took and sat down near the three, disrespectful, men, knowing he'd probably be crushed by the sura on the other side of the room.

One of the men, who had a yellow hat, spared him a glance, before he nodded his head over at the one with a blue hat. "Imori, go handle that brat. He obviously doesn't know the rules about the truff."

"With pleasure Umori," Imori crackled before getting up and walking towards Gon.

Once at Gon's table he slammed a hand down on the table and leaned over to glare at Gon. "You're disrespecting truff. Get out."

Gon looked up at him then nodded his head towards the other two. "You're disrespecting public property, but I'm not complaining. Besides, I'm not a resident, so why would I know truff rules."

"Well, smart-ass. I just told you, so you should book it before we decided to plumule your weak ass into the ground," he near yelled, getting even more in Gon's face, which caused him to cringe under the stench of eggs and something else which he couldn't place his finger on, but smelled bad.

"I'll leave once I finish my food, then you won't have to worry about me coming again," Gon sipped his coffee and ate a spoonful of his yogurt to prove his point.

Umori got up and walked over to join in the conversation. "I don't think your thick skull gets it. We're the Amori brothers, Amori, Umori, and Imori. We have more power in our pinkies then in your whole body. So, how about you leave before we resort to force."

Gon's mind crossed over to the person at the other side of the room, then pointed a finger at him. "Why are they allowed here, but I'm not?"

The last brother, Amori, got up, walked over and slapped Gon's hand down, basically growling. "Don't point, stupid. That person is someone no one messes with. They intrude your mind and start twisting around your thoughts. Getting close to that person is basically suicide. That;'s why they're allowed here. You, on the other hand, are invading turf that has been rightfully claimed and you need to be put in your place."

Hearing the words 'mind' and 'thoughts', Gon's eyes widened. Only people who were psychic's were able to do that. He looked over at the person again before looking back at the brothers. "I think I'll stay."
"That's it," Umori lunged at Gn, who jumped out of his chair with ease and punched him in the face with no mercy. Umori went flying and hit the wall, causing it to cave under the impact.

"Bro," both the brothers shouted before exchanging a glance and looking over at Gon. They began to circle him like eagles who were waiting to land a kill, each one cracking his knuckles, attempting to look larger and more menacing.

"You're gonna pay for what you did," Amori roared before he lunged in at Gon at the same time a Imori threw a punch. Dropping to the floor to evade the attack, Gon swung his leg around and knocked both of them down on their backs.

Chairs and tables went flying. Each person trying to use them to their advantage. Gon would duck and hide, grab a chair, then throw it at the brothers, who would counter by chucking a table his way.

The 'battle' raged on, the barista shouting once in awhile to watch out, but she eventually gave up and just watched as the cafe was destroyed.

Five minutes into the fight, food was flying and bruises were beginning to form, both sides starting to slow down. That's when Umori, who had recovered from being thrown into the wall, threw a chair in Gon's direction. GOn dodged, and, as he dodged, he saw where it was heading.

Everyone held their breath and everything went slow. The chair flew towards the person who hadn't paid anyone any attention at all, and the aura seemed to drop.

A hand flew up and grabbed the metal leg of the chair at the last second and snapped it with eh brute force of their had. EVerything was quiet.

They raised their head and pulled down their hood and pulled out their earbuds. A puff of untamed white hair sat on top of their head, which was followed by electrifying eyes and a pissed off expression.

All the air inside of Gon rushed out in a mad rush. Not just because of the fear that began to fill every part of his body, but because of the striking appearance this person held.

"What the fuckin hell?" they whispered, voice cut through the silence like a well-sharpened knife.

Like kids who were in the principal's office, the AMori brothers pointed at Gon, who, in turn, pointed at them.

"He/They did it," they all yelled at the same time, not wanting to be the ones to have to face whatever came from the person.

"Sparing each of them a glance, the person huffed and stood up, ridding himself of the hoodie to reveal toned white skin. They, now identified as a he by everyone in the cafe, slowly walked towards the four, eyes burrowing into each of their heads.

"I don't give a shit who started it, so there's no point of telling me that. What I want to know why any of you ever thought it would be a good to trash someone else's property?! I also want to know why I almost got decapitated!?" he yelled, eyed murderous, to the point where it looked like he was about to murder them.

"It was the kids fault," Imori yelled, pointing at Gon again.

"Yeah. We told him to leave because he was disrespecting truff. WHen he said he wouldn't, we did what we are obligated to do as truff owners," Amori explained, stepping closer to the boy, trying to act buddy-like.

The boy looked Amori up and down before sighing. "You aren't obligated to do anything. The only reason I put up with the shit that goes on here is because no shit ever went down." Everyone shrank back, while the barista laughed at their reactions.

Looking over the room one more time before he took in a deep breath and put an arm out in front of him, directed towards the brothers. "I suggest you leave this place and forget about your truff. Give the owner one thousand for repairs," his voice was calm compared to all the other times he had talked, almost like a lullaby.

The Amori Brothers' eyes seemed to go blank as the nodded before filing out of the cafe. Once they were gone, the boy spared Gon a glance before he walked over to where he was before, and he started to go through his stuff. A short while later, he came up with a hundred dollar bill, then walked over the the barista.

"Here you go, Palm. Sorry for scaring you like that, but it's the only way they'd listen," He said while handing her the money and offering a small smile.

"No need to apologize, Killua. Thanks for helping. It was kind of late, but what's done is done," she took the money and set it into her apron.

"I suppose. I'll help with cleanup," Killua walked behind the counter, as if he was already working there.

"I'll help too," Gon finally piped up, which earned him a look from both Ponzo and Killua.

Picking up a broom, Killua shock his head. "No, you've caused enough mayhem for the day. I'd just give Palm some money then leave."

Palm shot a glare at Killua before looking at Gon. "Ignore him. He's just permanently grumpy."

"Am not,"

"You so are. Anyways, I'll give you a broom to help. I need to phone the manager to explain the situation," she handed Gon a broom before heading into the back, leaving the two boys alone.

Feeling the looming silence, Gon picked up a table and looked over at Killua. "So, your name's Killua, right?"

"Yeah," Killua responded half-heartedly while he flipped over chairs and tables with minimal effort.

"My name's Gon, in case you were wondering,"

"Wasn't really,"

Jutting out his lip in a pout, Gon folded his arms to his chest. "You're not much of a people person, are you?"

Killua turned around, his deep blue eyes displaying an annoyed look, his eyebrow raising the slightest. "WHat made you guess? The lack of interest in the conversation or annoyed expression?"

"Both,"

Killua stood up to his full height, which was only around two centimeters taller than Gon. "Your an idiot."

"That's not nice,"

"Well, it's true. No one in this city would dare enter this cafe with those three in here, let alone challenge them," Killua informed, sweeping away some of the broken glass on the ground.

"Well, I'm not from this town, so that doesn't apply to me. Also, you challenged them, so why are you calling me an idiot when you did the same thing?"

"Because don't give two shits," Killua said slowly, before he walked behind the counter and grabbed a rag and run it under water.

Gon nodded, then began to help with the rest of the cleanup. It took them around two hours to get it completed, Palm jumping in a half hour after they started. All through the whole thing, it was quiet. No one spoke, unless they need something. Everytime Gon would try to make conversation with either, something would be brought to his attention, or he'd feel an uncomfortable amount of aura being pushed on his.

In the end, they all looked around the room, making a list of things that need major repair or needed to be replaced. Overall, everything was cleaned up and now they were ready to leave.

"8:00 pm. I need to close up, but I'm sure you can do that for me Killua," Palm said, smiling at Killua and winking.

"Whatever,"

"Thanks sweetheart. See you later. I'll see you around too, Gon," she giggled before she left the cafe.

The silence reclaimed the cafe and Gon looked over at the white haired boy and smirked. "So, is she your girlfriend? You seem close."

Shooting a sharp glare, Killua turned to face Gon. "No, she's just someone I met when I came to the city a month or so back. She told me about this cafe, so I decided to hang around."

"Interesting," Gon said, smile claiming his face. "So, why are you in Yorknew?"

"Travel, I suppose. I don't really know, but, really, I don't care. I just wander around. You?"

"Well look who's making conversation," Gon teased, which earned him another glare.

"I can stop talking altogether, if you want?"

"Sorry. I'm here looking for someones,"

"Someones?"

"People. That's probably better. But, yeah. I'm looking to see if I can find my dad, or someone else,"

Killua got up and walked around the counter. "You like black coffee, right?"

"Yeah, wait, how'd you know?"

"Lucky guess. Anyways, why are you looking for your dad?"

"Well, he left me when I was two and, well, I want to know why, and I want to hear it from him. I keep hearing from others that he was selfish, or he didn't care, but I want to know why he actually did it, no others guesses," Gon eyes filled with determination, which caused Killua to laugh.

"That's an interesting goal. Kind of dumb, but it's a interesting goal," Killua handed him a cup of coffee, and when Gon smelt it, he swore he had just met heaven. "So, who's the other person you're looking for?"
"A psychic,"

Killua tensed up, not moving. Recovering from what seemed to be him thinking. He filled another cup with coffee then poured three packs of sugar in and some creme. "Why?"

"I need to develop my defenses against psychic attacks. You see, my dad's ranked number one of the hardest people to find in the world, which means that I'll have to do some sort of fighting to find him. I got the physical side of things handled, but when it comes to mental fighting, I suck," he smiled up at Killua who continued to stir his coffee, which was the only thing h was looking at, nodding at Gon's explanation.

"You do know it's extremely hard to find a pleasant psychic who'd be willing to help you. WHat type of money do you have to offer?"

"None,"

"What?!" Killua yelled, standing up straight and looking him in the eyes, eyebrows frowned. "How do you think that you'll be able to convince someone who can read minds like it's nothing to help you train, with no money?"

"I was hoping to offer physical training as compensation-"

"Which won't work. Any good psychic would train their body enough to be physically inclined enough to be able to stand on their own. Besides, physical abilities are something people can learn on their own." Killua pointed out, taking a sip of his coffee.

Gon frowned a bit, then looked at Killua assessing him. Lanky and tall was the best way to describe him, but you could make out the toned muscles against his pale skin. He looked like a porcelain doll, eyelashes unbelievably long and all his edges were sharp, but smooth looking.

From what Gon had learned so far, Killua was both unfriendly but kind and caring, but that wasn't what had GOn so confused. All he could remember was the Amori Brothers and how they said going near him meant that their brains would be messed with.

"What's with the frown?" Killua asked, walking over to his stuff and packing things up, throwing on his hoodie again.

"You seem to know an awful lot about psychics,"

"Not really. I just think about it from that point of view."

"The Amori Brothers also said that people who went near you had their minds messed with," Gon said, which caused KIllua to stiffen. He then looked over at Gon and sighed.

"Fine, you got me. I got psychic powers. So what?"

Without warning, Gon raced over to Killua, face nearly consumed by a smile. "That;s great! That means you can help me-"

"Why should I do that?"

"Ummm, because,"

Killua raised an eyebrow. "Because isn't an answer, idiot. Besides, you don't have money and training me in physical abilities is a dud,"

Gon sat in a chair, a defeated look painting his face. "Is there anything I can say to make you help me?"

"Probably not," Killua said, slinging a bag over his shoulder and shutting off some lights.

Realization came over Gon and he felt crushed. He had just met the perfect person to help him with training, maybe even finding his father, but there was nothing he could do to convince him.

Desperation took over and he ran over to Killua, who was standing by the lightswitch, and pin him against the wall. The sudden action caused Killu to turn around and ram into the wall, eyes widening.

"W-what the hell are you doing?" Killua stuttered, cheeks filling with pink.

Gon couldn't help but notice how cute he looked, but he pushed it aside. He had one focus and now he had Killua's full attention. "Help me, please. I'll do anything. I'll be your slave. Sell you my body. Anything."

"What the fuck! I'm not some pervert. Stop begging,"

"No, I won't. I need your help!"

"Why would you want me to help?"

"Because,"

"Because isn't an answer!"

They stared at each other, determined doe eyes against sharp azure eyes, battling for, what seemed to be, dominance.

It was Killua who finally caved, looking away with cheeks painted pink. He slipped out from the pin Gon was holding him in and pointed to a chair, taking a seat in the one across. Taking the invitation, Gon sat down, basically jumping in his seat.

Killua took in a deep breath before he looked at Gon in the eyes. "I'll help you, but under a few conditions."

"Sure thing. Just tell me what they are,"

"First, you need to be honest. Doing anything with psychic abilities, no matter how good the psychic, there are risks. Something doesn't feel right, you tell me, and don't ever think that it'll be bad if you do. Okay?"

"Sure thing. I've been told I'm brutally honest,"

"I can tell. Secondly, if I say we aren't doing something or that something is out of the question, do not ever try it, got it?"

"Yes,"

"Lastly, if I say that we won't do anything, we aren't doing anything. And that's all my conditions,"

Gon nodded, then looked at Killua. "OKay, let me go over them, just in case. One, be honest. Second, don't try anything you won't let me do. Third, stop means stop."

"That's it," Killua said then took in a deep breath. "Now that we got the conditions, I need to, this sounds so weird, enter your mind."

"What does that mean?"

"It means that I'll be able to go into your mind and you need to tell my how it feels… Fuck, saying it out loud sounds so weird."

Gon nodded, "Okay then. Do what you need to?"

Nodding, Killua closed his eyes then opened them again, they were dull and blank, as if he had no soul, as if he was dead, and it caused Gon to feel slightly panicked. He blinked a few times and looked at Killua again to notice that he was glowing, color reborn into his eyes.

Inside his head, a weird feeling ran through his brain, as if he had been introduced to a slight shock of electricity. Killua looked up at him, his eyes shining bright.

"Feel anything?" Killua asked, his voice cracked and echoed throughout the room.

"SOmething like electricity, but it doesn't hurt. It's different, but okay," Gon answered honestly.

Nodding, KIllua stood up and Gon followed without knowing he had done so. WHen he noticed he was standing, he looked at Killua, confused. "I just moved you by changing some waves in your psyche. That's just a little of what I can do and it takes minimal effort to do just that one action. If I'm going to help, don't expect anything to come easy, I may push you to the point where it feels like you bench pressed two times your usual weight one-hundred times. Is that okay?"

"Yes, it's perfect. I don't want it easy, I want a challenge."

"Okay then, any questions?"

"Yeah, why do you glow?"

A tick mark appeared on Killua's forehead. "That's like asking you why your hair is working against the laws of gravity. Because I do."

"Yeah, but it's so cool, os I just felt like asking,"

Killua nodded, then he stopped glowing and Gon felt the lack of electric prickles in his brain, which caused him to pout a bit, but follow Killua as he made his way out of the Cafe, mumbling something about how he wasn't going to get paid and that he really shouldn't be doing something like this. All Gon could do is smile as he fell into step with the white-haired psychic.