Title: Peer Edit

Author: NoirRouge

Summary: Kurapika is an author with a sudden fame boost, Leorio is a doctor for teenage cancer patients, Gon has cancer, and Killua is the heir of a millions of dollars. Is this supposed to be funny? AU KuraxLeo GonxKillua

Disclaimer: I do no own Hunter x Hunter, I never have, and I never will! OMG

WARNING: This story contains shonen-ai / slash/ boy love. If this offends you in anyway please do not read this story and save me the trouble of reading your reviews about how I have no morals. Thank you, come again.

Enjoy the show.

Chapter two: An apple a day…

"And what was it that inspired you to write that article?"

"I had read a book review, and in the review the author had insulted and judged something that was a part of my life. I took it personally, and felt the need to let him know."

"That's very intriguing. Could you please tell me…"

Leorio watched from across the room as the skimpily-dressed young reporter repeatedly asked pointless questions, and received half-hearted answers from her guest. The only reason Leorio had even bothered to turn on the TV was because the guest had been Kurapika Kuruta; one of his favorite authors. Until he had written the article that was the main topic in the interview, Kurapika hadn't actually been all that well known, and that was one of the reasons his stories intrigued Leorio so much.

Leorio had read Kurapika's response on the book review, and had been rather shocked to find out the author was gay; and that he was so young. Leorio had actually never seen his face before, or read any personal information on the man.

Straightening his tie, Leorio picked up the remote and clicked the television off. The young woman asking yet another useless question and flipping her long hair disappeared. He snatched up his satchel from beside the apartment door, exited his home and locked the door behind him.

20 minutes later Leorio walked into his office, and removed a book from his bag. The book was the most recent book that Kurapika had written. After reading and re-reading the books several times till he had them memorized, Leorio was put them in his waiting room for his teenage patients to read.

After setting his book down with all the others Leorio walked over to the nurses' station and called out for assistance.

"Miss could you please get me my schedule of patients for the day?" he asked politely when a young lady in the nursing uniform came up to the counter. She blushed slightly and handed Leorio the clipboard that had all his appointments for the day. Leorio leered slightly. She was pretty and young; she must have just started the job. The girl's blush deepened as she saw Leorio staring. She scampered away to the pill cabinet and pretended to busy herself.

Leorio chuckled to himself. She had to be new or else she wouldn't have been so shy. He was sure as soon as he left the room another nurse would explain right away. Sure Leorio, like any other human being, could appreciate a lovely young woman in a nurse's uniform; that just wasn't what floated his boat. And sure enough, only moments after he had left the nurses station he could here the girl surprised shout of "Gay!" echo down the hall.

The days schedule was fairly lax. People tended to have crises over the weekend and left Monday open for relaxation. Leorio had to see a few routine patients, but nothing too strenuous. Patients flew in and out the hospital waiting rooms, very few of them entering into the department where Leorio worked.

Leorio was a doctor who specialized in diagnosing and treating teenagers with cancer. His best friend had died from leukemia at a young age. They had lived in a small town and he went untreated for a very long time, and by the time they could get help it was too far along. He had decided that he would become a doctor so that he could help kids fight cancer and they could live to see the rest of their lives. He felt as though he was somehow making it up to his old friend for not being able to be there for him. But after a few years, and a few saved lives, Leorio still felt strangely unfulfilled.

By the time lunch had rolled around Leorio had seen a total of 5 patients, and the pace was finally starting to pick up. Not that Leorio minded having some relaxed time, he just felt somewhat useless unless he was either doing tests or reassuring people that their children would be just fine.

Leorio walked into the break room and found it completely empty except for one man, his supervisor Mr. Nostrad. This was something he was used to. Most doctors preferred to take their lunch off the premises and away from the commotion of the constantly busy hospital. Only he and Mr. Nostrad ever stayed. The two were not very close but occasionally did participate in some small talk.

Mr. Nostrad was fixing himself some coffee as Leorio plopped himself down at the desk like table. He let out a stiff groan as he saw what the small television was playing. There was Kurapika once again, on the same show with the same bimbo as before, being idiotically interrogated as if he was some strange and foreign creature. Which was of course ridiculous, gay men were NOT uncommon.

"Ah yes, that show irritates me as well." said Nostrad as he took a seat at the table as well, but only after having shut off the small TV. "That young woman constantly exploits herself in a very immoral manner; how she became a reporter I have no idea. I find it all rather unprofessional."

"It's not really the girl that bothers me… well yes that is somewhat annoying, everyone is an exhibitionist these days." He chuckled, which was quickly transformed into a sigh. "It's all this business about this author. I really enjoy his work, and I thought he was a very respectable guy. Before all this mess you couldn't even find a single picture anywhere. Now you can't turn around and not see him and all because he wrote an article where he mentioned that he just happened to be homosexual. I feel as though it's degrading."

Leorio gave a frustrated huff and started waving his hands about. "Have you read the article? It's not even about him being gay; it's about biased opinions and being close minded. There is one sentence in the whole thing where he mentions himself being gay. And now they treat him like that bimbo reporter, throwing him out in front of everyone and exposing him. Like he's some sort of gay icon."

Mr. Nostrad gave a hearty full bodied laugh as Leorio finished his rant. "You've really got yourself worked up over this haven't you?"

Leorio felt his cheeks tint a little and became defensive. "It's not like that…."

"Oh please, don't try to hide it. Everyone knows exactly what your preferences are, and you sound like a jealous boyfriend. Now admit it, your upset because you felt like you had some sort of connection to this young man and that it's been taken away by this whole ordeal."

Leorio heaved a sigh. "This is pretty embarrassing… crushes are for school boys. I've never even met this guy. I feel like a little girl worshiping some rock star icon."

Surprisingly Mr. Nostrad smiled reassuringly at Leorio. "You know what I think you should do?" he said, taking out a pen and snatching up a piece of paper from the counter. Leorio looked at him with a confused expression. "I think you should tell him everything you just told me." he stated and handed the piece of paper over to Leorio.

"The top one is for fan mail, but as you can imagine that box must be full by now, the second however is his personal e-mail address, I'm sure he will be glad to here from someone who truly enjoys what he does."

Leorio shook his head in disbelief. "How do you know this?"

"We are former associates." Nostrad said putting his pen away and getting up to leave. "He used to tutor my daughter while he was in college. Her grades were never better. We still manage to contact each other now and then." With that he left the room to go to his office, where he would 'supervise' the all the work going on. Of course that was rather hard to do behind closed walls, but no one ever mentioned that.

Put line here.

Leorio tapped on his keyboard. Not hard enough to actually type, just something to busy his hands.

That evening he had returned and managed to avoid looking at the intimidating piece of paper for most of the night. But it was inevitable, eventually he had turned on the PC and started his e-mail, or lack there of. His 'e-mail' was so far non existent. He had tried to write a few lines, but found them all inadequate and unable to express his thoughts. There was no way he could make the transition from introducing himself to telling him how upset he was that he was being whored around by the entertainment industry.

After about 30 minutes he gave up, telling himself that it was too late to think up anything intelligent anyway. How do you write an impressive e-mail to someone who writes for a living? It was a rather intimidating factor.

He shut off the PC and left his e-mail unfinished, waiting for some other time. Whenever Leorio felt like he could impress the author, or at least convey his message in an interesting way so as to not bore him.

Leorio went off to bed, planning to forget all about e-mails, and certain young homosexual authors.

Well… at least they had something in common.

A/n: I have nothing to say but this: Please, if you read it, review it; it's only polite. But if you insist on being rude I shall have to take you over my knee and teach you some manners. And to those of you who have reviewed, thank you very much, my inspiration thanks you.

Beta: Princess Florea, who else could share such passion for HxH?