Hellooo! I'm back! (that's all I have to say.)
Killua had hailed a taxi, holding the lifeless body of his true love in his bloody arms. He paid the greedy taxi driver who didn't even question the sticky red substance on his Jenny. He just counted it and took off. The boy walked home slowly, eyes at the ground, a slow trickle of tears falling down his face. He walked towards the hotel, ignoring the odd and wary looks he got from on-lookers. Once he got into his room, he broke down. He clutched Gon's body, and his shrieks echoed throughout the hotel. Many a maid came and knocked on his door, asking if he was alright, but he just kept morning. Hours had gone by, and Killua had lost his voice, so he now silently sobbed over the boy's body.
"We… we could've had so many more adventures… we could've found your dad… we could've adopted kids…" he whispered rocking back and forth on the bed. His grieving was soon interrupted by the sound of breaking wood.
"Killua!" two voices chorused, and Kurapika and Leorio stood in the doorway looking frantically around for their friend.
"God! The hotel called us saying that you were screaming and- Killua. Is-is that…" Leorio couldn't finish as he walked over to the teen. Protectively, Killua pulled Gon's body closer, looking at the older man. But Leorio's hand dropped and stopped reaching out while his other one went to his mouth. He was a doctor. He could tell when someone was dead. Especially if it was someone he cared about.
"No… Nooo, no. H-he's not dead," he whispered in a weak voice, fat, salty tears rolling down his cheeks. Kurapika couldn't see over the tall man who made a better door than a window, and pushed past Leorio.
"Killua, what's going on?" he said quietly, staring unbelievably at Gon's body. Killua let out a choked sob as he hugged his friend.
"You don't have to tell us," Kurapika continued, but Killua needed someone to tell. Gon was gone. And he wasn't coming back any time soon.
"W-we were going on a job," he started. His voice was hoarse and quiet, so the other two sat very intently, all ears and eyes. "We w-were winning, b-but I-I had b-been fighting-" a cough erupted from his throat. "G-Gon…" His eyes teared up, and he glanced at the green-haired teens pale face. "G-Gon screamed my name. H-he pushed m-me out of the w-way of a-a b-bullet. H-he took the s-shot instead," Killua shook his head. "He said h-he…. L-loved me. Then, h-he died. I did something I promised I wouldn't ever do again," Killua's voice became stronger, colder. "I killed them. All of them." He whispered. Kurapika and Leorio were shell-shocked. They sat, unmoving on the tan carpet of the room, blinking up at Killua. Their friends was dead. One completely, and one half-dead.
"Killua… I…" Leorio started, but gave up. He instead got up and walked toward the teen. He opened his briefcase and took one of Killua's bloody hands. He grabbed a cleaning wipe and started to rub them, getting all the metallic liquid off. He then cleaned Gon's face and wound since it had stopped bleeding a while ago. Then, he grabbed Kurapika, Killua, and Gon, and hugged them. They hugged back and they grieved for their lost treasure. They cried.
Sorry! It was short, but sad and sweet. What's that called… OH YEAH! Bittersweet! Leave a review, always good to know what you think, and I'm Gon! (HxH Pun! XD)
