Chapter 2: Beware

Within a few minutes, both of the boys had bought what they needed and were currently heading back to their hotel. It was getting close to eleven pm, and intoxicated people were starting to show up more and more as they neared their hotel.

As the two boys walked by an alleyway, two men slipped out, eyes basically ripping away the clothes on the boy's backs.

"Hey, Kit. There are some kids over there. Think we can get a good play around with em," one of the men slurred, beer bottle dangling in his hand.

The man, named Kit, looked Killua and Gon up and down as if assessing if they were worth his time, which caused both of the boys to groan. At the age of 15, they had been able to kick, nearly, every person within Hunter's association's ass, with little to no effort.

"I think that's a mighty fine idea, Mik," Kit said. Feet began to pound against the cement ground as they trotted towards the two boys, perverted looks painting their face.

"Hey sexy," a hushed voice whispered into Killua eyes as an arm slung itself over his shoulders. The sudden voice and the word choice caused Killua to shiver, hands morphing into their claw form. Gon, noticing the change in aura from his friend, tapped Killua's wrist, telling him to put away his claws.

Taking a deep breath, Killua suppressed his aura and continued to avoid making eyes contact with the male evading his personal space.

No need to cause an uproar. These two are nothing but perves. We've dealt with Hisoka, we can deal with them. Killua thought to himself, shivering again at the memory of the perverted clown.

"Awe, look at these two," Mik said as he crept up beside Gon, pointing towards Gon motion to calm Killua. "They seem to be scared. You want to hold hands as we take you, you can. I think that will excite us all the more." He licked his lips, fingers itching at his sides.

"Eww, no," Gon cringes, face scrunching at the thought.

"Well, spiky's out," Kit began, the man threading his hand through shoulder length green locks. He then directed his eyes to Killua and began to thread his fingers through Killua's silky mane. "I can live with that, but fluffy here ain't getting away that easy," he whispered, tipping Killua's chin up and licking his lips.

Not doing anything, Killua looked him dead in the eyes, not showing any emotion. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Gon start to walk towards him and Kit, fists balled.

"Get your hands off him!" Gon yelled, trying to push the man away from Killua, only to be held back by Mik. "Let me go!"

Listening closely, Killua closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. "Gon, don't fight. There's no point on falling into these asshats stupidity. They're below us, and we've dealt with Hisoka."

A sharp whistle left Kit's mouth as he leaned closer. "Damn, he's got a dirty mouth. Wonder what else it can do?"

"Yeah, wonder if he could suck me off with skill?" Mik questioned, which caused Gon to growl, eyebrows frowning furiously.

He stomped on Mik's foot, causing him to yelp. Seeing this action, Kit grabbed Killua's arms and twisted them behind his back, grabbing the pocket knife and putting it to Killua's throat.

Great, Killua thought, rolling his eyes. I could've, no, should've avoided that. "Damn it," he bite out, feeling the cold steel pressing against his adam's apple

Mik took Killua's 'capture' as a signal and pulled Gon's hands behind his backs. KIllua hissed and glared up at Kit. "Release him right now."

"Why should I do that, fluffy?" Mik purred into his ear. "You aren't exactly in the position to be making demands."

"No matter what happens here, I will always be in the position to make demands, because, right now, I could rip your throat out, so let him go." Killua's eyes turned cold as he looked up at his captor.

"I doubt it," Kit said, putting a hand on Killua's shoulder and drifting it up to rub on his neck.

"I'm not joking." Killua hissed at the two cocky males, trying to ignore as Kit played with his neck.

During this whole thing, Gon was trying not to let rage consume him. We've dealt with Hisoka, and Killua isn't actually threatened. He's trying not to hurt them… he kept repeating, trying to convince himself not to kill the two perverts.

Instantly, they began the howl in laughter, trying hard not to let go of their prey.

Kit finally spoke up and turned Killua so that their noses were almost touching. "I love it when they bite back. But, no matter what you say, you won't get out of this."

Without warning, Killua spits in his face, which came as a shock to everyone but Gon.

"Go fuck a cow," Killua growled, shaking loss his arms and knocking the knife out of his hands in one swift movement. Now loss, Killua ran over to Gon and kicked Mik in the face, which freed Gon.

Gon, ran up to Killua. "Are you good?" Gon asked, staring him in the eyes.

This earned a small laugh from Killua, who offered one of his fake 'I'm okay' smiles. "Yeah. Violated, but all good."

Finally recovered from the action, both men stood up and exchanged a look.

"Geez, these two are tough. I really want to know what they can do, specifically Fluffy," Kit said, giving Killua a dirty look.

"Let's go Gon," Killua whispered, pulling Gon in the direction of the hotel.

"Hey hey. Not so soon. We still haven't gotten to where we need to go. If it makes you feel and better, we'll let the spiky one back in on the action. It looks like his ass is a little too tight compared to your, but we can make it work," Mik purred.

Killua stopped dead in his tracks and dropped Gon's hand. "Talk all the shit you want about me," Killua said in a near whisper, Gon noticing the bubbling anger. Killua whipped around, his aura spiking at an extreme rate. "But no one, NO ONE, gets to talk to him that way."

"Killu-"

"Not now, Gon!" Killua snapped, his focus still on the two older males who were standing in silence.

Kit stepped forward first. "Well, isn't someone bitchy. That means you'd be a good slut."

Mik noticed Kit's mocking and joined in, "Yeah. No wonder you don't mind the crude attention. I bet you'd eat up both our dicks at the same time."

Killua's eyes narrowed, ready to give a comment for everything they could throw at him.

So long at they don't go at Gon.

. Then, a fist flew out from the right, hitting Mik in the jaw, causing him to fall back, but not get knocked out. Gon stood, huffing, anger swelling up in him. "Don't talk to him that way. He may not act like he cares, BUT I WILL!" Gon yelled out.

Sensing Gon's murderous intent, Killua looked over at Gon, and grabbed at his hand, pulling him down the streets to their hotel.

In the hotel, Gon set the bags down and then stood at the peephole of the door for a few seconds, making sure that they weren't followed. Once satisfied, he looked over at Killua, who was leaning on the window frame, looking blankly out at the sky.

Slowly making his way across the room, Gon stood beside his white-haired friend and watched.

Against the moonlight, Killua couldn't be described by words. Majestic came close but still wasn't right. Gon had always had a hard time when it came to thinking of those types of words, but Killua always knew what he meant, so he didn't need to worry about knowing the right word. Well, Killua knew what he meant in every situation but ones like these.

From what Gon could figure, Killua thought that, because of all the terrible things he had done (because of his family), he didn't deserve the kind and good things and found himself selfish for wanting them. He deserved the bad only. Every time he thought of it, Gon got angry, but he didn't let it phase him. He just needed to give Killua all of the good things he deserved. Remind him that he did deserve them.

"You're a big idiot. You know that right," Killua mumbled, voice breaking the thick but silence between them.

"Me? I think your were the biggest idiot," Gon replied in a matter-of-fact tone. "Trying to solve that issue without fighting. That ended badly. Besides, there's only one way to deal with… what would you call them?"

"Prowlers, I suppose," Killua answered, not looking at him.

"Yeah, that's it, but that's beside the point. If we had just shaken them off or scared them a bit, it would've been over sooner."

"Yeah, but they could've started to stalk us and I really don't need that," Killua huffed, leaning back onto the bed behind him.

Gon nodded, then moved so that he was right in front of Killua. Giving him a quirked eyebrow, Killua didn't move. They stayed there for a few seconds until Gon sat down beside and wound his arms around Killua's middle, snuggling his face into the other's chest.

The sudden action caused Killua to gasp and tense up. "What the hell are you doing?"

"You don't need to take what they said. You deserve better."

Killua opened his mouth to say something, but closed it at a lose words. They sat like they did for a while, Killua petting Gon's head cautiously, which earned a hum in satisfaction.

"What are you? A dog?"

"That's mean,"

"It's true,"

Gon looked up at Killua and gave him a smile. "Thanks for defending me, by the way."

Killua blushed, "Yeah, yeah. It's kind of expected, seeing as you're my best friend, right?"

"Yeah, but you wouldn't let me defend you. You also got to hit both of them, AND you broke me out of that guys hold. So now I feel guilty," Gon said, sitting up so he'd be level with Killua.

"Well, you did punch the guy in the face, but what they were saying isn't anything I can't handle."

"That's your problem," Gon yelled, now standing up on the bed. "You say you can take it, but you don't need to. So don't take shit!"

Killua's eyes shot open and Gon's did once he noticed why. Killua stood up on the bed with him, then felt his head, honestly concerned. "Are you okay? You never swear."

"Stop it," Gon whined, pushing the others hand away. "I can swear when I want to. I just don't do it a lot."

Killua started to laugh, which erupted into a full on fit where he was holding his stomach and rolling on the bed. "It's not funny Killua!"

Killua wiped away a few of the tears, then nodded. "But your face was."

Gon jumped down and sat beside Killua, then his eyes lit up. Hurtling over the beds, he ran over to their bags and began to throw their contents out onto the bed.

Curious, Killua crawled on his bed and leaned onto his elbows, examining Gon's actions closely. "Whatcha doing now?"

"We need to start setting money out for tomorrow. Also, our yukatas need to sit out so they don't wrinkle," Gon said while he performed the said actions. Killua looked over at the clock, which read fifteen minutes after midnight.

"While you do that, I'm gonna shower and turn in," Killua yawned.

A snicker came from Gon. Killua jerked his head over and shot a playful but serious glare. "What's the snicker about?"

"Just thinking about how crazy your hair's gonna be."

Huffing, Killua grabbed a change of clothes and made his way towards the door. "Whatever. I'm gonna dry it a bit before I go to bed anyways, and since when is my hair ever not insane?"

"True," Gon said, tapping his chin.

Killua entered the bathroom and turned on the showering. Stripping from his clothes, Killua looked in the mirror and sighed.

There's no use thinking about what they said. They're just perverts, looking to mess with us. Killua thought, placing a hand over a scar that raced down the middle of his chest, ending just above his lower abdomen. Yeah, they'd never be interested in something like me. A small chuckle left his lips before he got in the shower and let the scalding water drizzle against his skin.