Firefly

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Chapter 2: Scars of the Past

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killuaxgohan21: Thanks for waiting! Hopefully you'll stay not being disappointed!

Kingdark: Thanks for the heads up, I will try to fix any spelling or tenses in the future. No, this is the Killua from the HxH universe. In this story, the DBZ and the HXH universe share one world. Hunters exist here too. I'll try to find a way to explain how these two will work out. I don't like nerd or geek Gohan so that's why in most of my stories he's more mature and tough.

Jinx: Your wish has been granted!

Guest: Yeah, me too. No one really likes crossover pairings, especially yaoi ones. But Gohan X Killua is one of those pairings that don't look like it'll work out. But this pairing, somehow, works for me.

blackkyu: I'm not that great with romantic fanfics. I'm the type of writer who starts the relationship in like the first chapter and always skip to the "action". But not this story. I'll be taking my time with this one. Goten is cute too!

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Killua's P.O.V.

He keeps staring at me. He's been staring at me for the past 15 minutes since I've been invited in their home. That's weird…he's weird too. Why would anyone just invite some random stranger in their own house? Why would anyone…invite someone like me in their household? This doesn't feel right. Yet again, it kind of does. When I first walked in, I can sense the amount of angst in the atmosphere. It was almost like you can see it in the air. Sure I had my fair share of angst, in fact I still do, but this was something else. In a way, it kind of felt like home…the home I ran away from a few days ago.

"Here, Killua!" Goten held out one of his action figures for me to take. "You can play with Yusuke."

I smiled. "Thank you, Goten."

Goten is…an odd kid. I mean, I was odd too, hell I still am. Anyway, I just met the kid and I'm already growing fond of him. Maybe it was his innocent nature or that damn adorable smile he keeps plastering on his face. I just want to smile like him, a smile that can brighten the whole world at night. Speaking of smiles, what the hell was wrong with me back there? Why did I keep smiling at Gohan like that? It was like someone super glued it. I hope I never do that again.

Maybe it's these stupid things I've been thinking about lately. They were stupid things that I hope not to bring up ever again so I won't be embarrassed. But there are other things I really want to get off my chest, but I have no one to talk to. There's no chance in hell I was telling my brothers and my parents won't listen to me. At first, I thought it was because they were just stupid questions but I finally now realized why they won't answer…

"How old are you, Killua?"

"Eh?"

Goten giggled, causing me to blush in embarrassment for sounding so stupid. "I asked how old are you? I'm almost turning 4 in a few months and Daddy said He'll throw me a big party!" He threw his arms in the air for emphasis.

I chuckled before pointing at his 'Daddy' behind me. "Well, just like your old man, I'm 14 years old." Out of the corner of my eye I saw Gohan drop his head and huff, which almost made me laugh. His reaction was priceless…maybe I should start calling him 'old man' for now.

Goten found it funny too and howled with laugher, pointing a finger at him. "HAHAHA! D-Daddy Isn't o-old! HAHAHAHA!" Watching Gohan's face turn red made me shoot him a cheesy grin. He looked at me and shook his head but his damn smile returned on his face. What's with these guys and their smiles? Their smiles are better than most of the people I know…and by people I mean my family. Their smiles creep me out.

Gohan chuckled at us before standing up. "You two must be hungry. I'm going to make lunch for us."

Something inside me told me to help him, but why? Sure it was the nice thing to do but he looks like he can handle himself well. I mean, he can, obviously. His parents must work for hours if he goes food shopping and cooks all the time.

"I'll help."

"Really?"

I scratched the back of my head, blushing. "Um, sure. I know how to cook."

Gohan's confused expression changed into one of acceptance. He nodded his head and walked in the kitchen, taking out a bag filled with rice and a few pots. Goten watched his Dad go to work, his famous smile on his face. This made me chuckle until standing up from the floor and pat my butt down. My ass started to hurt from sitting for too long on the hardwood floor. Why am I complaining about that? Weird…

Goten watched me get up and giggled, taking the action figure I was playing with. I pretended to care and pouted at him like the child he was. He felt bad and placed Yusuke back where he was with a frown on his face. I instantly regretted doing that. "Oh no! Goten you can play with him! I was just kidding around."

His frown turned upside down. "Really, Killua? I can?!" I nodded in approval. Apparently, that was the happiest moment of his life and he jumped in the air with his fist raised high. "You're the best, Killua! You're a good friend!"

The word 'friend' hit me hard. I was never really called a friend growing up. In fact, I never had any friends. The only people I talked to was Grandpa and Alluka, my younger brother. My oldest brother, Illumi, treated me like a puppet and Milluki was too fat to do anything. Dad was always doing something, Mom kept stalking anyone I came to contact with, and Kalluto, my youngest brother, was always by my mother's side.

At that point, I didn't care I didn't have any friends. I was too busy training and doing my job. I'm an assassin. Yeah, shocking, isn't it? Killing is my job, actually, it's in my blood. My whole family are assassins. Dad pretty much runs the entire family even though Grandpa is the stronger one. In fact, I'm next in line to be heir to the family. I don't know why, maybe it was because I have Dad and Grandpa's hair color and eyes. The way my family runs is pretty weird. That's another reason why I decided to run away. I'll say why I decided to run away for later…first I have to gain Gohan's trust to tell him the truth.

Honestly, I don't plan on telling him anytime sooner. I don't know what the hell he'll do if he found out Goten was playing with an assassin…well, EX-assassin. I can see him flipping shit and probably punching me in the face and kicking me out the house, leaving me on my own again. A part of me wants to tell him right now so I can get it over with, but the other half is telling me to wait for the right moment. When the fuck was the right moment, I would argue back. I think I'm slowly going insane…

As Goten played by himself, I finally entered the kitchen, being greeted by the sounds of pots crashing on the floor and a groan from Gohan. He sucked his teeth and cursed under his breath before bending down and picking up the pots one by one. I couldn't help but laugh as I watched him stumble and drop another pot while making a yelping noise. It was like watching one of those 'fail' videos you find on the internet. He cursed to himself again and collected the rest of the pots without dropping them this time.

I was too busy laughing at him to finally realize the amount of pots he was carrying. There had to be at least 3 big pots and several small ones all together. That's a lot of pots to use for just lunch with 3 people…well, two people since Goten's only 3. Gohan must be out of his mind to cook all of that rice, especially if we're not even going to finish all of it. Was he saving some for later? That'll be a dumb decision but I'm not the one to judge.

"Hey, Killua…"

"Hmm?"

Using his thumb, he pointed to the large sack of rice that sat across the kitchen on top of the counter. "Can you get the rice for me while I start boiling the water? I also need to get the chicken out of the fridge to roast."

I looked at the rice over my shoulder and nodded. He flashed me a small smile before turning the sink on and filling a pot full of water. With a huff, I lifted the sack off the counter almost dropping it during the process. Damn, this thing is heavy! Why does he need so much rice just for him and Goten? This can feed an entire family for several days, maybe even weeks! Good thing I can lift heavier shit than this. If I wasn't an average teen there was no chance I'd be lifting this.

Setting the sack down, I looked over at Gohan to see him staring at the boiling pot of water as if he was in a trance. His eyes were zoned out and he stood like a statue, motionless. I rose my eyebrow at him, feeling somewhat interested. What was he thinking about? It must be something deep. Usually if I think of something deep, I tend to do the same thing; eyes zoned out and motionless. I remembered Milluki telling me I looked 'weird' doing that. He said I looked like I saw a ghost or something. I only ignored him.

Being the 'patient' person I am, I waited for him to finish. If Goten were to walk in, he'll find this scene creepy with me staring at his 'Daddy' and the sound of the water bubbling under the flame. Then, somehow, he'll smile…like always. At this point, I'm waiting for him to finish with my hand on my hip and leaning on the counter like a Mom waiting for her husband's response…Ew, why did I say that? Did I really just compare myself to a Mom and Gohan to a husband?

My face got hot and I can already picture my face getting red. I embarrass myself sometimes.

Gohan blinked back to reality and shook his head. I noticed the dark look he had on his face for a split second before turning his head away from the pot. The dark, angry look he had surprised me. I should ask about what he was thinking about later. Yeah, I should do that before I leave…if I do leave.

He noticed the blush on my face and cocked his head to the side like a confused dog. "What're you blushing about?" He asked.

I buried my face in my hands, trying to wipe the blush away like a smudge. "Huh? O-Oh, nothing. I was just thinking to myself." He seemed to examine me for another second before chuckling. "Oh, and why are you cooking so much rice? It's only us eating and I doubt Goten eats a full plate of his food."

He scratched the top of his head for a moment. "Well, let's say I have a big appetite." He finished his response with a nervous laugh, making me roll my eyes.

"A big appetite?" I repeated in disbelief before looking at the bag of rice. "That bag of rice alone can feed a whole army and you just went to the store. How much food do you two need? With the amount of food you have, this can last you years."

Rather than replying, he made a small humming noise to himself while scooping up a handful of rice in his hand. As I stood there, waiting for his response, I slowly started to realize that he was ignoring me. I hated to be ignored. I let out a small growl when he began to whistle. Was he trying to intimidate me? If so he was doing a great job. Instead of saying anything, I simply reached out and placed my hand on his shoulder and giving it a small squeeze.

He blinked down at the pot before his face darkened again. "I'm going to check Goten." He says quickly before bolting out of the kitchen before I could react. I stared at the door, worried about this guy who I just met.

He flinched when I made contact with him. His mouth was open to say something, but no words came out. When I felt him flinch, I began to grow worried. Did something happen to him to make him jump every time someone touched him like that? Just when I thought my life was complicated and full of crap, Gohan's could be even worse. Now I want to know his full story. I want to know who Gohan is. What his life is about, the ups and downs, raising Goten…everything. For once in my life I felt like being obsessed with something.

Gohan's life…might just be my obsession.

Bowls were stacked on one another on the table with chicken bones being tossed over them, landing perfectly on the table. I couldn't even go through my 2nd serving watching these two eat. I felt disgusted watching them eat like a pack of wild dogs. Although, I did feel interested. I've never seen someone eat so much food in my life! I'm a fast eater too, but I'm nowhere in their league. Their stomachs must be garbage compactors because they keep eating and eating without taking a break to breathe and digest.

So this is what Gohan meant by "big appetite". He must be delusional because this was nowhere near a big appetite. It was like watching fat people scoff down food at a buffet, which is enjoyable too in my eyes. Just watching them get fatter and fatter made me laugh.

Speaking of fat, how the hell weren't Gohan or Goten fat? In fact, Gohan was built for someone our age. There was no sign of fat or flab on him. All of him was muscle. I had muscles of my own, but they were smaller than his. His torso looked bigger than mine too. I found myself staring at him again and quickly hid my face, hoping he wouldn't see my blushing. Fortunately, he was too busy stuffing his face to notice.

Goten stopped eating and smiled at me. "Are you going to eat, Killua?"

I blinked before chuckling at him. "Um, no, I'm full."

He frowned and looked up at his 'Daddy', who continued stuffing his face. "Daddy." He stopped and set his bowl down on top of the others. "Since Killua is done eating, can we go play now?"

Gohan glanced at me, confused until focusing back on his 'son'. "Are you done eating, Goten?"

Goten cocked his head to the side before rubbing his chin, thinking to himself. I watched with a smile on my face as he darted his eyes between the bowls in front of him then at me. Maybe this decision was too hard for him.

"Um…No." He returned to stuffing his face with rice and chicken.

I notice Gohan shake his head at the younger boy as he took a chicken bone out from his mouth. He tossed it over his shoulder and met eye contact with me.

"So…" His voice trailed off as he thought of a way to break the ice. I waited patiently while watching Goten chew his food. "What's your story, Killua? Who exactly are you?" He finished with a stern look on his face, his eyes narrowed at me.

My eyes went wide for a second, surprised at his question. I knew he was going to ask this sooner or later, but at a time like this? In front of Goten? It's not like he deserved to know too, but the amount of shit I've been through might just haunt him at night. I don't want to be the one responsible for that. If anything, Gohan should be the one worried the most. That's HIS son after all, so he says.

I drifted my eyes back at Goten again. "Well…I can't say in front of Goten."

His face dropped as well as his chicken leg. "AWW, why?"

I opened my mouth to say something, but Gohan beat me to it. "It's okay, Goten. Go play in the living room while the grownups talk. Got it?" He stared down at the smaller boy, a serious expression on his face. If I was in Goten's shoes, I would've ran out the room in a heartbeat. Gohan wasn't playing around.

Goten nodded his head, sighed, and hopped off his seat to leave the kitchen. His head was hung low so he was obviously sad that he couldn't stay to hear my story. I felt bad for the little guy, though. Maybe I should tell him later today to cheer him up.

Noticing my worried look, Gohan curved his lips to a small smile. "Don't worry, he'll understand. So, who are you, Killua? Who is this random person I met on the street after killing someone and inviting them into my lovely home?"

I couldn't help but smirk at him. People with these kinds of attitudes made me feel proud. I don't know why, but anybody with this kind of attitude made me want to know them even more. It was weird, but always liked that.

"Me?" I chuckle before resting my head on my hand. "I'm Killua Zoldyck. Who are you, Gohan? Who is this person that decided to invite a possible murderer into their home without asking any questions?" The word 'murderer' was hard to say. I never liked being called a murderer, even though it was my job to do that. It left a bad reputation.

Gohan cocked his head to the side. "Me?" He repeats. "I'm Son Gohan. Nice to meet you." A short silence fell between us for a moment. "If you're wondering why I let you in my home, it's because Goten really enjoys your company."

"So you let strangers come in if Goten takes a liking to them?"

"Sorry. My turn to ask a question."

A look of confusion crossed my face. Was he playing a game or something? Oh, now I see what he wants to do. We each takes turns asking and answering one question. It's pretty simple, but stupid if you ask me. What's there to hide anyway?

"How did you know where we were? Were you stalking us or something?"

These were the types of questions that made me want to disappear. If I answer him either way I'll be deemed a 'stalker' no matter what. C'mon Killua, think! How can I answer him without sounding like a complete stalker?

The temperature felt like it dropped so I rubbed my arms for warmth. Either that or trying to hide my embarrassment. "I just so happened to see the whole thing and decided to step in. I didn't know you had things under control, to be honest."

"So you killed him?" He asked demandingly.

I rose my hand in the air. "My turn." I heard him huff in defeat. "What're you doing here by yourself? Where are your parents?"

His expression turned deadly when the first question escaped my lips. If I were a normal person, I would've shitted my pants from fear. Fortunately, I wasn't a 'normal' person, but his expression almost made me shake. I gave deadly looks before, but never on this level. I'm actually starting to regret asking that question now.

He had on a thousand yard stare like he was in a trance or something. I couldn't read the expression on his face as well. It looked like a mixture of regret, depress, and anger. At this point I started to fidget with my fingers, trying to distract myself from keeping eye contact with him. I was so use to giving that look to other people that I forgot what it felt like to be under that look. I felt uncomfortable right now.

Just when I opened my mouth to say something, he held his hand out to touch my chest. I made a small grunt as he pressed hard against my chest. What the hell is he trying to do? His hand trailed up from my chest all the way up to my head, which he patted. My confused look turned 120 degrees and l gave him an irritated look. I always hated it when someone patted my head like I was a child. In fact, I just hated it when someone touched my hair in general.

As he started to play with my hair, he pointed at himself with a blank expression. "My parents…" He stopped and sighed. "…my parents are dead, Killua. They've been dead for the past 3 years since Goten was born. Mom died from blood loss while Dad died from fighting."

He lowered his arms back to his sides then lowered his head to stare at the ground. My eyes went wide in shock. He was really raising Goten for 3 years? Scratch that, for Goten's whole life? So the little guy never met his parents before. That must be why he keeps calling Gohan 'Daddy'. He was going to be his father figure for, most likely, the rest of his life. I respect that. I'm just surprised Gohan even survived for this long.

If I was in his shoes, I don't think I could handle life at this point. With parents dying, raising a little brother on my own and no one else to turn to, what's the whole point of living? I don't recommend suicide to Gohan, but suicide is one of my paths in my life. I tried it to end my life once but at the very last second I stopped myself. I don't remember much of that day but the only thing I remember was Illumi standing over me, watching me sob and cradle myself in the dark.

I never even bothered looking up at him. I didn't want to see his face nor his eyes that reminded me of a black hole; dark and bottomless. All I remembered was his chilling voice speaking over my sobs, his voice echoing in the room. I'd never forget this moment. Hell, it still haunts me to this day.

"What's your story?" He asked me.

I rubbed the back of my head. "Well, you may not like this, but I'm an ex-assassin. I hated killing so I decided to run away from my family. I was on the run for a few days until I met you and Goten. Let me just say, when I met you two, I knew you two were something else."

I was expecting him to jump up from his seat and kick me out of his house for being around Goten. It was understandable why. I don't blame him for being angry at me. However, he wasn't angry at me. No, he looked interested. He didn't even show sign of hostility.

"What? No response?" I ask.

He examined me for one brief moment before chuckling. "No, actually, I'm not surprised. I knew you were a fighter or something when you killed that guy. You stabbed through his gut like butter. You need to be specially trained to do something like that. What I don't get is how I just invite you into my home knowing you could've killed me or Goten at any time. Well, if you ever tried something like that…"

"Hold on!" I cut him off, standing up from my seat. "I would never hurt Goten! That kid is the most energetic kid I've ever met. I will never hurt him."

Gohan looked at me, surprised and I was surprised too at myself. Where did that come from? I love the kid for sure, but I never found myself being this protective of someone. I wasn't even this protective over my brothers.

We both sat there, surprised before we broke out into a fit of chuckles.

"You're pretty funny, Killua." Gohan laughs, making me grin with a blush on my face.

I stopped laughing and cleared my throat. "Um, anyway…"

"My turn."

"What?!"

He nodded his head, a childish grin appearing on his face. "Yup. You already asked your question." When I only stared at him in disbelief, he rose his finger in the air. "You said 'what? No response?'" My jaw dropped at his childish antic. Was he serious?

"Are you serious?"

"Nah ah! My turn."

"Stop it!"

"Why did you run away from your family?"

Now it was my turn to give him the thousand yard stare. Just remembering that moment gave me chills and got me heated. Never in my life have I wanted to kill someone so much, especially a family member. Illumi loved to fuck with my head. He loved to make me go crazy. It was sick. One day, I hope I can make Illumi's life a living hell. Actually, even I could, I bet Illumi will just be proud of me. He's crazy. In fact, my whole family is.

"Never mind, I'll…"

I stopped him. "No, it's alright. I'll tell you…"

He looked down at his broken little brother, clicking his tongue while shaking his head. Killua was too weak to end his life so early. Even if he found a way to end his life, he'll still be miserable. There's no happy ending for someone like him: an assassin. A puppet of darkness.

"Oh, Kil…" Illumi bent down to his brother's level, placing a gentle hand on his arm. Killua sobbed louder while flinching from the touch. "What's wrong, Kil? Defeated that you can't even end your own life? And by hanging?"

He examined the noose around his neck with a chuckle. Out of all possibilities, he chose to hang himself?

Something fell from his brother's pocket that caught his attention. He titled his head to the side before reaching out and grabbing the sharp object. It was a razor blade with fresh blood on it. Judging by the color, the blood had to be recent.

"Cutting too, Kil?" He asks. Killua continued to sob, hugging himself as tightly as he could. His sleeves were damp near the wrists which Illumi figured out it was his own blood from the cutting. "I told you once and I'll tell you again; you're a puppet of darkness. You're no angel, you're a demon in the real world and in the spirit world. Do you know what demons do? They kill. Just. Like. You. This isn't a fairy tale, Kil. You have no happy ending. This miserable life of yours, you can't escape it. You can run away or kill yourself again, but you'll never live happy."

"You won't have friends and you won't find any love. The only pleasure you have is when people die. That's how Dad and I raised you. Look at me for example, Kil." The younger assassin stopped his crying but kept his position on the cold, hard floor. "I've found no love and I'm perfectly fine. Besides that, who'll love a killer like you? They're just scared of you. They're scared of someone who'll slit their throat in their sleep or rip their heart out just for the fun of it."

Illumi stood up and turned his back to his brother. "Remember that you're a puppet of darkness. You were born to be a killer. Killers don't have friends or find love. Just give up, Kil. Give up trying to kill yourself. Keep being a killer and do what you do best." He then headed for the door until stopping to look over his shoulder at his brother one last time. "If you ever disobey me or hurt Mom again…"

"…You'll end up just like Alluka…"

Killua's eyes went wide and he shot up from the ground, teeth clenched. He glared daggers at his oldest brother, but Illumi wasn't fazed by his look. In fact, he just looked at him confused.

"ILLUMI!" He screams, tightening his fists until they bled.

Said assassin opened the door while ignoring his screams of rage.

"ILLUMI!"

The door creaked open and Illumi stepped outside.

"ILLUMI! ILLUMI!"

Giving his younger brother one more glance, he shut the door behind him, leaving Killua in the dark where he belonged. Pissed at being ignored, the young assassin punched the floor so hard it left a crack where his fist connected.

"ILLUMI!" His voice cracked from both screaming too much and being at the peak of crying again. "Alluka…"

After finishing my story, Gohan gave me a horrified look. I rose my eyebrow at him, confused. Why'd he look so scared? Is he scared of me? Then, he narrowed his eyes at me as if he was angry at me. He slammed his hand on the table and shot up from his seat.

"He told you all of that?" He demanded, clenching his teeth so hard I was afraid they'll crack.

I tried my best to calm him down. "Ay! Take it easy. Illumi always treated me like that. I knew he was lying about all that shit he said. Trust me, I hate the guy too, Gohan. Please, calm down. This isn't your problem."

That seemed to do the trick because he sighed and sat back in his seat. Just when I was about to ask my question, I saw his eyes trail down my left arm before staring at my wrists. Thanks to my shirt, it was just the right length to cover up my scars. I looked down at my wrist and lowered my head, ashamed.

"Let me see." He says, his voice serious.

Not wanting to start an argument, I sighed and rose my arm in the air and rolled my sleeves up. I showed him the several cuts on my wrist, which by this time they were scars. His eyes grew wide and I couldn't blame him. I would be shocked too if someone showed me any type of scars.

"Killua…" He mumbles, his eyes casting down to his hands. Just when I rolled my sleeves up, he immediately rose his arm in the air and was about to take his wristbands off until Goten entered the room. He gasped and quickly put his wristbands back on.

Goten entered the room while skipping and humming a song. His eyes landed on his 'Dad' and stopped his humming. "Daddy! Killua! Can I come in now?" He asks, throwing his arms up in the air. Me and Gohan shared glances.

"You're already in the room, buddy." I say before smiling at him. "But I guess it's okay for you to come in now."

He looked back at the door, confused before looking down at his feet. His jaw dropped and his eyes were wide like he discovered something amazing. He poked his bottom lip as he looked between Gohan and me. We both just stared in silence, both in awe at him. Was he really this…dumb? I don't want to be rude but I really want to say something.

Goten glanced back at the door again. "I am?" He asks making me and Gohan look at each other dumbfounded. "Oh, silly me." He then laughed, rubbing the back of his head. "I thought I wasn't in the room yet."

"Right…" Gohan commented before turning his head to face me. "So, Killua, how long do you plan on staying here?"

I titled my head to the side at him. I wasn't planning on staying. In fact, I was planning on leaving tonight and hopefully find somewhere to sleep. Deep down I had a feeling Gohan wouldn't allow me to spend the night, especially since I revealed myself to be an ex-assassin. Then again, where the hell will I sleep? On the street or in a box? I can't rent a hotel room since I'm low on Zeni. My best choice was to sleep in a box in an alleyway, probably next to a homeless person.

"Um, I wasn't planning on staying here." I say, shrugging my shoulders.

Gohan frowned upon hearing this. "You weren't?" He asks, surprised. "I would've thought you were at least spending the night considering you have nowhere to go. Where will you sleep anyway? On the streets?"

I shrugged again. "I'll find a way. Besides, where will I sleep?"

He pointed at the door that led to the living room. "You can sleep in my old room or on the couch if you want to. I just have to get a blanket and you'll be all set."

Goten looked up at me with a giant smile on his face. "Please sleep here, Killua? Please! Please!"

I can't turn down an offer like this. Plus I didn't want to break Goten's heart if I don't sleep here for a few days. I'm obviously better off here in a warm house than a cold, wet alleyway with possible homeless people who smell like shit. I should just take the offer and shut the hell up from now on.

"Yeah, I guess I'll sleep here for a few days." I reply. Goten ran up to me before hugging my leg. I sat in silence for a moment, my eyes wide before I smiled and ruffled his hair. Making him happy was always a good feeling I enjoyed.

Gohan smiled at the both of us while sitting up from his seat. "Well, let me set up the room for tonight. Welcome to the Son household, Killua."

I smirked at him when he left the kitchen. Goten hurried out as well, possibly to return playing with his toys. I remained in my seat for a few more minutes so I can stay in my thoughts. Maybe living here won't be so bad. It's quiet and relaxing up here in the mountains and the best of all, my family will have no idea I'm even up here. I think a few days might not be enough for me. I should stay for a week, or maybe more.

Or I can live here. Gohan did say "As long as you want".