Later that night, Killua had headed back to his own room, which fortunately, was in the same hotel—only a few doors away, too. Alluka had been a little cross when he returned six hours later, but he wasn't completely to blame—her bedhead was the evidence of only having woken up a few minutes earlier. Gon took Kurapika back to his room since neither boys wanted him to hang around Leorio at night.
As he laid in bed, he replayed the events earlier that day. Why had this happened? What were they going to do now? When was Kurapika going to turn back? Even though he was the more cunning one of their group, everything was beginning to hurt his head. So he went to sleep, fists uncomfortably twisted into the sheets.
When Killua awoke the next morning, he had one hell of a headache. And it didn't help that Alluka was jumping on his bed, tugging at his hair.
"I'm up, I'm up," The older brother groaned, sitting up and carding a few fingers through his hair before he swung his legs over the side of the bed. The room had a small kitchenette, in which he contemplated just pouring Fruit Loops for both of them, when he remembered that blonde boy. Damn it.
"Alluka, you don't mind if we go out for breakfast, right?" He turned a bleary eye to the person in question, putting on his brightest smile. Of course, Alluka would respond with 'Of course onii-chan!', but Killua couldn't help but feel a bit relieved when he conceded. So he took a quick shower before exiting the suite, knocking on the door to Gon's rook before promptly entering.
And there laid Gon and Kurapika, sprawled out on the mattress and on the floor. It looked like they tried to share a bed, but then Gon kicked the younger kid to the floor. Well, what did he expect. Gon's head perked up after Killua smashed it with a pillow, groaning softly before whining.
"Killua! Why'd you do that?" He mumbled, rubbing his head. Soon after the blonde stirred, rolling off of the bed and onto the floor with a soft thump. He sat up, staring curiously at his surroundings, before his memory came back to him.
"Ah! Good morning Killua!" He greeted, with the brightest smile he could muster, despite being only half-awake. Killua nearly chuckled, but caught himself before he made any noise. Instead he settled for an amused smile.
"Good morning, Kurapika—" His words were cut off as Gon stuffed a pillow into his face, fist pumping as the silver-haired boy fell flat onto his butt. Killua yelled something in protest, pouncing onto his best friend. Their voices filled the halls, the sound of furniture breaking prominent. There was a sharp knock on the door, and Kurapika turned his head towards the sound. A very mussed-looking Leorio stepped inside, scowling in his pajamas.
"Oh, good morning Leorio—" Gon began, pausing their little fight to glance at the older man.
"Are you guys serious? It's 10 in the morning, on a Saturday!" He yelled, nearly shaking the room.
"Oh, I forgot! Why don't we all go out for breakfast?" Killua slid his eyes towards Kurapika, and the other two instantly understood.
"That's a great idea! Let me get ready!" The older man replied, almost enthusiastically. Then he left the room, and Killua slid out from under Gon. Kurapika stared at them with a little amused smile, and Killua had to fight the urge to stick his tongue out at the blonde. Sometimes he had to remind himself he was still a kid, and he could do things like that. The fact that the three were going such lengths for the blonde—despite being their friend, Kurapika never did that for them—shocked him. Gon and Leorio were understandable—they were as dumb as a bag of rocks. But him? That was a surprise.
Kurapika took the overwhelming silence as an invitation to get ready, peering into his bag to find some clothes. Then, Killua had an idea.
"Hey, Kurapika! Why don't you borrow some of our clothes? It's gonna be hot if you wear that out." Maybe they could correct his style early on, and save him the embarrassment later in his life. The blonde frowned, lowering his eyebrows.
"Well... I guess it wouldn't hurt to try." That's right. That's a good boy. Killua smirked, sifting through Gon's closet. Actually... He would be better off with his tribal clothes than Gon's stuff. He would have to borrow Killua's clothes.
"Stay here, I'll get you something." He chose his words carefully. Since Alluka was in the other room, Kurapika would do best to avoid him. He had a feeling that the blonde might become frightened by Nanika, since he would concede to Alluka's requests most likely. They would meet eventually, but not now, not yet. So the boy left, crossing the hall to enter his own room. He spotted Alluka, and patted the boy on the head, smiling as he fetched some clothes.
"Hey, Onii-chan's going out for a while. There's food in the fridge and video games, so I want you to behave." Alluka didn't look thrilled, but nodded and hopped off one of the beds to go get the box of Fruit Loops. Killua got a pair of basketball shorts, some grey sneakers and a loose white sleeveless top. He left the room and entered Gon's again, dropping the clothes on one of the beds.
"You can use those until we get you some more clothes. It should fit." Kurapika nodded, and stripped and changed on the side of the bed. The shorts were a bit long on him, but otherwise everything looked in place. With his bed-mussed hair, it fit him, too. Kurapika reached for a brush, but Killua grabbed his wrist.
"Keep your hair like that. It looks cool." He grinned, turning to glance at Gon. The spiky-haired kid was all ready to go, sitting on the bed and kicking it softly.
"Let's see if the Leorio is ready!" Gon beamed, seeing that they were ready to go. When they left, he leaned into Killua, speaking lowly.
"What did you do to Kurapika? He looks different." Killua grinned smugly.
"Oh, just made it so he looked his age. Much better, in my opinion."
"Yeah, but—" Killua nearly kicked Leorio's door down while Gon was talking, waltzing into the room. Luckily, Leorio was slipping on his coat and not his shirt. That would have been awkward.
"Try knocking next time? It's something humans do." The man smirked a little, adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose. Killua felt a vein pop out, but didn't say anything.
"Let's go. I want... Crepes." The assassin announced, leading the little group out of the building. He had to say, the blonde looked good in his new attire. He was like a little blonde Killua. Well, note exactly, but had the same mannerism. They didn't seem to be very different, as proven by their conversations. Though he couldn't talk to him about books and that stuff, they were both pretty wild and rebellious. Heck, Kurapika was even a little threatening. When a man on the street gave him a funny look, he glared right back, brown gaze piercing into the man even when he had turned around.
Kurapika really was a cool person when he wasn't all vengeful. But he wasn't going to stay like that, right? Killua groaned inwardly—he was starting to get used to this younger Kurapika. Well, it wouldn't hurt for him to stay this way, right? Well, they would need to teach him nen if they wanted to travel together, but it could work. So absorbed in his thoughts, he hadn't even noticed that they had stopped in front of the crepes store.
"Killua.. Killua!" Gon pulled on his cheeks, forcing him back to reality.
"Ow! Gon, what the hell?" He growled, slapping his hands away and rubbing where he pulled the skin.
"Sorry, you weren't responding to us. We're here!" Killua flinched slightly—he was usually very observant. But he followed them into the store anyways. The four took a seat at a table by the windows, before glancing at the menu. Chocolate crepes, strawberry crepes, sundae crepes... It was endless! All was silent as the group furrowed their brows, trying to pick a crepe. Gon was first to snap his menu shut. Killua didn't even look up, stuck between the strawberry chocolate fudge crepe and the vanilla candy crepe. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Kurapika shoot him worried glanced and then look at the other, and Gon laughed.
"Don't worry, he's always like this when it comes to sweets. Ah, miss!" Killua's head snapped up as the waitress came over, and forcefully decided on the strawberry chocolate fudge crepe. Gon had ordered an egg and sausage crepe—typical Gon. Kurapika took the vanilla candy crepe, and Killua wondered if he would share. Leorio didn't even get a crepe—just got a coffee. Probably couldn't handle it.
When the food arrived, Killua stared at the foot-long piece of heaven and drooled, before digging in. He wolfed his down, wiping the plate clean and then patting his belly with a satisfied sigh. Christ, Kurapika was a slow eater! He glanced at his half-eaten crepe thoughtfully, before picking up his spoon and stealing a bite.
"Hey!" The blonde protested, and managed to block Killua with his own spoon. Killua laughed, and slid the plate out from under him, cutting a huge chunk and plopping it on his plate. Kurapika whined softly and pulled it back, staring at his food broodingly. Killua smirked in satisfaction, finishing the piece of vanilla candy crepe in just a few seconds. Gon finished his second, burping loudly, which caused Kurapika to flinch. Leorio insisted in flirting with the waitress, and Killua groaned audibly. Kurapika rose his head from his empty plate to glance at him, but as their gazes locked, he just shrugged and turned back to his plate.