Lunch with Leorio and Kurapika had been lively and pleasant. Gon and Killua had pouted for an extended amount of time because neither wanted Burger King in the first place. However, after their meals were made and bought over by Leorio, both teens were wolfing down their food like a pair of wild, starving animals. A tiny conversation started to go around their small public table as they ate together, most of their chat consisting of the older males getting to know Killua better. Asking questions like; what his age was, where he was from, how long he'd known Gon, and topics similar to those lines.
Killua answered just about everything comfortably, the only thing he wouldn't speak out was his last name. The slim, pale male had claimed it didn't matter. After all, he would have Gon's last name in less than twenty-four hours. No one brought up that question again, nor did they ask things what were or felt too personal. Leorio and Kurapika knew within time they would get to know Killua at such a level.
For now, the basics were only needed. Everything else would come in time. Gon was delighted to see his two best friends get along with his husband-to-be. He was even happier when Leorio and Kurapika had given the young couple their blessing. Both saying it would take a while to get to know Killua like they did Gon, but the other seemed to have a good head on his shoulders. As long as he made Gon happy, they couldn't ask for more.
Gon and Killua were now walking down the hallway of the large eight-story apartment complex. Gon was carrying Killua's small suitcase, regardless of Killua arguing that he could do it himself. After a game of rock-paper-scissors, which Killua had lost much to his disappointment, he gave into Gon's stubborn demands. Despite the fact, he never once let his frustration not be known to the other.
Pulling out the keys from the pocket of his dark jeans, Gon opened the door to their apartment and stepped in. Killua followed in step right after, "Make yourself comfortable Killua," The younger teenager looked over at Gon, feeling a tiny bit awkward for the first time since he's met Gon in real life. "This is your home, you can do as you like."
Killua nodded, then without hesitation worked off his shoes and a thin sweater. He could feel Gon's gaze upon him, but he didn't say anything on the subject. This was now his home. Gon told him that he could do, as he wanted. There was no need to be cautious with each and every movement he made. He was safe there, valued even.
All this was enough for Killua to stab that uneasy feeling creeping up on him right where it hurt. He wasn't going to let something so foolish like anxiety, make his new life a living hell. Coming to an agreement with himself, Killua hung his sweater on the rack, taking note that Gon had gone off to put the few things Killua brought with him to the room they were going to be sharing.
Taking a breath, Killua dragged his sock covered feet to the small two-person couch that was in the back center of the small living room. Beside that was a small table with a lamp and a tiny flowerpot on top. Off to the right side, sat a spacious couch, and a large, tall plant next to it. In the middle, and in front of the two couches, was a rounded coffee table with some books, papers and some tiny plants cluttered on it.
There was also a small flat screen TV that could perfectly be seen from where Killua stood. However, instead of mounted on the wall, the television rested on top of what looked like a nightstand. It was clear that Gon didn't have much or lived a life of luxury. Yet, Killua wouldn't really have it any other way. He hadn't expected a fancy mansion or living the high life in Yorknew. He wanted a normal life with Gon, and not much more.
Sitting on the couch, Killua found himself leaning against the armrest, clear blue eyes staring at the off-white walls before they began to feel heavy. The stress of getting caught by his family after running away was making itself known. Killua had been careful when he had left his home. Made sure that his parents had left to work, and that he had left no signs that something was off before he took off to the park. He caught a bus there, and it had taken Killua close to his drop off point, a Greyhound bus service.
Killua could still recall almost missing his bus, but luckily, the driver had been running late as he was. The long bus drive had taken him five cities over and to the closest airport where Gon had purchased his ticket at a month in advance. The stupid ticket that lucky had a printing option and that he had been forced to pull the floorboards of his bedroom floor out just to keep it safe and from being found.
The panic of his mother or father discovering what he had planned had driven him insane, making him lose sleep for nights. The uneasiness hadn't lessened one bit when he entered the gate and was within the plane looking for his seat. The whole runaway had seemed so impossibly easy. Killua had been so sure that one of his family members would have found him before the plane could take off. That he would be dragged off and taken to where they would teach him how it wasn't wise to runaway a second time… He was needed for the fame, after all. Of course, that hadn't happened, and his flight had taken off without complications.
The plane ride had been long, and during that time, Killua couldn't get a wink of sleep. He didn't even rest during the two layovers that lasted longer than three hours each. Gon had tried to get a flight without delays, but the time and date that worked best for Killua made it hard to find the ticket they were searching for. At this point now, Killua didn't even care. He was away from the place he was forced to call home. He could now be a normal person like he'd been wanting for years. He was now with Gon, and he had left no evidence of where he was going or with whom.
Killua felt that he had been really smart when he began to work part-time after school. The excuse he had used to get his parents permission was that it would look good when he applied for college. Yet, the first thing he did when he got his first paycheck was buying a phone that had unlimited data for internet access. He used that to make himself an online blog, on some sight he heard his classmates talk about frequently.
At first, the blog had been use to simply express his interest in shows he watched, skateboarding and music. He hadn't expected a few people to add him or take interest in what he reblogged. Killua never did give away his name, gender, age or location. It was too risky. At least, that's how it had been until he met Gon Freecss. It was all because Killua couldn't keep his mouth shut about how the older teen's cover of his favorite song at the time had been the worst thing he heard in his life.
Meeting Gon had been the best and worst mistake in Killua's life. It was because of the spiky-haired male, he got himself a Skype, and became slightly more active online. He still didn't give away his name or minor details to others. Only Gon Freecss. Especially after a certain promise that they had made to each other.
It was all Gon's fault in a way that Killua's thoughts of running away became a reality. Although, Killua already had the mindset of doing so, Gon made it easier to master a flawless plan that would work. Gon also provided Killua a place he could stay, simply so that the male wouldn't end up homeless. It was Gon's selfishness to have Killua at his side that was to blame for Killua's newfound freedom. Yet, it was all perfectly fine…
Feeling a hand run through his hair, Killua shifted only a little bit, his eyes taking in Gon's form above him.
"Are you tired?" Gon asked, getting a nod from Killua. Leaning down, and pressing a kiss on Killua's cheek, Gon pulled away, "Take a nap, I got to go to the car shop and see if my car will be ready for tomorrow."
"Are you sure?" Killua sat up, only for Gon to pushed him back down playfully and shaking his head. The look on Gon's face letting Killua know that Gon wasn't going to allow him to get anything but rest, even if Killua argued about it so he could get his way. Gon was impossibly stubborn when he makes up his mind. Killua wasn't feeling like dealing with it when he hadn't slept in well over twenty-four hours.
"It's going to be boring," Gon waved his hand dismissively as he made his way to the kitchen, the jingle of the keys being heard a little after. "I can tell you haven't slept, Killua. Stay home and sleep. You can use the bed if you want. It's yours too, you know."
"Um… I'm too lazy to get up," Killua answered, pulling his legs up and curling into the tiny couch the best he could. He tried to make himself comfortable in the small space. Which had been surprisingly much easier than he believed it would have been. Killua was pretty tall.
Gon didn't replied back. He only walked away and entered the single bedroom. Killua didn't bother to ask where Gon was going, given that he was already nodding off. It was as sleep was taking over, he felt a blanket put over his form, Gon wishing him a good rest before leaving out the front door, locking it. Killua didn't know how long he slept or when Gon had came back, but it had been the best sleep he had since, well who knows when…
"Okay, you suggested we talk a few things out when we got home," Gon said as he pulled out his laptop from a yellow backpack and sat next to Killua was laying on one-half of the small and clearly used loveseat. Their dinner of what was once dinosaur shaped nuggets remained on the small, cluttered coffee table. Killua was once again up after a three-hour nap that had felt much longer.
Lazily looking over to Gon, Killua gave a small head movement of acknowledgment. He did recall suggesting such a thing three days after Gon had bought his flight ticket. He simply hadn't expected for Gon to actually take his suggestions seriously or put as much effort into making it happen, "I made a list of things I felt needed to be talked about and got a few from internet articles. Do you want to do this now or later?"
"Now," Killua voiced out swiftly, not really making a move to straighten out, but Gon could tell he had the other's full attention. There was this look in Killua's eyes that he got when he was paying close attention, a look Gon had seen many times when they spoke during video calls, "I rather we get this over with. We're not going to have time tomorrow because of the wedding and all. That is if you're still wanting to go through with it,"
"I'm not backing down," Gon's eyes flashed with determination and love. The very stare causing the younger teen to swallow hard, and a blush to creep up his face. The pinkness to fade away in a fraction of a second by Gon's following question, that came out more like a challenge than a sign of uncertainty. "Are you?"
"Hells no!" Killua sat up quickly, a rush of sudden dizziness coming to him from getting up too fast. With a groan, Killua flopped so he was against Gon's strong left arm. The older of the two, busy clicking things, Killua's blue eyes taking it all in. He didn't plan to back down, challenge or not. Killua fully understood what he was getting into, and what he wanted. That very want being to be married to the one and only Gon Freecss. "You're stuck with me unless you change your mind,"
"I don't plan to, I'm selfish after all," Gon reassured in a bold tone, Killua's eyes and the smile on his lips becoming wider. He too could be selfish, after all. With the document on Gon's laptop finally opening and showing all the questions that Gon had put into it, the spiky-haired teen looked at it for a moment, as if checking if anything was missing before speaking, "Let's get this over with. Be as honest as possible, and I will as well."
"I can do that," Killua answered, looking at the screen. His eyes scanned the text, and read a bit of it as they moved down. Everything seemed simple enough, all he needed was to be open and honest with Gon so that their new life would work the best it possibly could, "Should I read it, or?"
"Go ahead, if you want," Gon answered, gaze shifting to Killua, taking in the way he leaned against him. He took in how long Killua's lashes were, and the light, natural redness of his pale cheeks and plush lips. He was beautiful, and it caused Gon to smile knowing he could finally have Killua at his side without worrying he if was safe at home or not.
"Okay, let's see…" The white-haired male's eyes traveled up, and back to the first questions on the list, "What are you like in the morning?" Killua thought for a moment before answering. The bluntness causing Gon to chuckle, "Grumpy as fuck! I'm like some angry and very lazy cat. I like sleeping in, and I need at least half an hour before I'm fully awake and can tolerate someone or anyone for that matter. I require at least one cup of very sweet hot chocolate if you want me to make it through the day. How about you?"
Gon placed his index finger against his chin, thinking long and hard. Or at least, he made it seem like he was before he came up with a response, "I'm a morning person." Killua gave a nod, knowing this already, they had mostly talked in the morning when Killua was on his way to school, "Normally I wake up real early and go for a jog. Once I come back, I take a shower and make breakfast before either heading to work or school."
Feeling satisfied with his answer and Killua's, Gon went on and asked the next thing on the list. Killua was not troubled one bit by this, "Um, how long do you take to get ready to go out?" The tan male inquired, his answer being spoken a bit after, "I take at most twenty minutes, a little more if I'm going to visit family or going out somewhere a little fancier than usual."
A huff of embarrassment seeped from Killua, "I need half an hour to an hour," Killua sighed, giving Gon a glare as he laughed into his hand, trying his best to hold back. It shouldn't have been that funny, Killua knew that Gon was familiar with this. "I have trouble when it comes to picking the right outfit. But, you don't need to worry about that, I didn't bring much with me…"
"I was going to ask about that," Gon spoke up quickly, moving so he could look at Killua better. The pale teen only looked up in a questioning manner, not understand why it mattered how much he brought with him from home, "How much did you bring? Do we need to go shopping? It doesn't look like you brought anything with you in such a small bag. It was also very light."
Shrugging, Killua still didn't see the big fuss of it all, "I brought three outfits, my suit, and a few necessities." Killua made a dismissive wave but continued to further explain before Gon decided to ask, "I packed the moment I noticed my parents had left to work. It wasn't like I could bring my whole room without raising suspicions."
The expression on Gon's face was enough to let the other know he wasn't all that happy. Killua knew it wasn't with him, but more with the situation. What he hadn't expected was Gon's next words, which almost made his jaw drop, "We'll go shopping next weekend. I saved some money in case this happened." Gon said with a nod, mind already stubbornly made up.
Still, Killua wasn't going to have it! It was one thing for Gon to force his way into paying half of his plane and bus tickets, but it was a completely different thing to want to buy him a new wardrobe. Which was exactly what Gon was thinking of doing. Killua didn't need to be told up front what Gon had in mind, he could easily read in between the lines, "Excuse me?! I don't think so! I know what you're planning, Freecss! I have saving too you know, I don't need you buying me everything!"
Gon too wasn't going to have it. However, his reasoning wasn't as solid as most would expect it to be. It was simple, but left little to no room for argument for most people. "I like to," Gon stated as if that was enough. Luckily, Killua wasn't most people, and three little words were not going to make him give in to Gon. At least, not without a fight.
"I don't care, you're not spending anything more on me!" Killua argued back, now sitting up, an intense glare being given. Gon's look just as strong, challenging even, but not in the form of a glare, just a gaze that said he would have his way no matter what.
"Fine, rock-paper-scissors!" Gon yelled, and placed his laptop on the coffee table next to their empty plates and cups. Turning so his body was facing Killua's, Gon stuck his right hand out, ready for their game that felt more like a battle between life and death.
"You're joking!" Pale arms went up in the air, tone filled with an exaggerated fake anger and annoyance. Of all things… Of all fucking things! Ugh, why was Killua acting surprised? It was sooner or later that such a silly game would determine their fate.
"Scared you'll lose?" Killua's left eye twitch when Gon teased. Pulling up the sleeves higher of his three-fourths shirt, the white-haired teen got his left hand ready as well. Oh, there was no way Gon would win this one. Nope, not at all!
"Bring it!" Gon smirked at Killua's bold words. Happy his taunt had worked as well as it did. Now all he needed was to actually win the game and make sure that Killua lets him pay for everything he got next weekend at the mall.
"Ready~" Gon spoke aloud, hand moving up and down, Killua's making the same notion while his fiancé continued to count down, "One, two, and…"
"Paper!"
"Rock!"
Both shouted their answer simultaneously, only one hand opening up to make the sign for paper. The other had stayed shut in a fist, signaling for rock. Killua erupted in joy as he noticed that his paper utterly defeated Gon's rock. "Yes! In your face, Gon!"
"Gah! I should have gone with scissors!" Gon yanked at his hair, devastated that he had lost. It didn't help at all that he had been talking so big to Killua. Flopping onto Killua's lap, pale hands began to run through his hair in a comforting manner.
"All right now that we settled that, next question," Killua continued to play with Gon's spiky hair, enjoy the way it felt and having the stronger male resting on his lap. He didn't bother to bring the laptop closer; he could see the font pretty well from where he sat. He only hoped that it wouldn't fall to sleep or that the power drained out, "How much alone time do you need?"
Killua didn't think long about what he was going to say. He was happy, however, that Gon had been thoughtful to put such a question into the list. Space was something Killua knew he would need after some time. He was positive that Gon would need some as well as the days went by, "I'll let you know, if that's fine with you,"
"That's fine with me, Killua," Gon answered, not bothering to ask why his lover had answered the way he did. He knew more or less how Killua was. He liked his space, but he didn't like to always express when he needed it. Gon wasn't a mind reader, so he hoped the Killua would stick to his words, and actually let Gon know when he wanted time alone, "I'll do the same,"
The two continued talking and asking questions. Some being from the document, while others being that simply came to mind. They slowly worked out their living arrangements, as well as do and don't to keep their life with as little arguments as possible. They both knew that it would be impossible to keep each other from fighting. Something like that was unpreventable. Still, they didn't want to get into petty little fights over the warm water being used up, not having enough hot chocolate in the house, whose turn it was to get toilet paper and so on.
After hours of talk and Gon's laptop dying twice from running out of battery, the couple's conversation began to come to an end. Gon quickly making sure the last topics were clear to them both, "Okay, you'll have Sunday mornings to do your laundry while I have Saturday nights. We'll do the grocery shopping together unless one of us is working. And, Killua you can have the right side of the bed. Um… that seems about it…"
A yawn left Killua's lips as that tired feeling came back to him. The small nap had been enough to keep up him for a few hours, but not all night. Grinning like a lovesick fool, Gon rubbed his head against Killua's fluffy white hair, their position on the couch having changed long ago, "Let's get some sleep. What do you think?"
"Yeah," Killua slowly got up, Gon following right behind him. As they made their way to their bedroom, Gon's placed his arms around Killua's waist, his head resting on the other's shoulder soon after. They hadn't been together for long or so close and personal. Nonetheless, Killua didn't mind Gon's presence or the affection he showed him. If anything, he was wondering why it had taken so long for him to leave his home in the first place.
Both males settled into bed after brushing their teeth and changing. Gon let Killua borrow something to sleep in for the night. Only moments after setting his head on his pillow, Killua fell into a deep slumber. Gon's arms around his waist once again, the warmth that came from him making Killua comfortable. That was the first of many nights that Killua would sleep soundly, without a care in the world.
"You folded your suit?!" Gon shouted in disbelief, amber colored eyes taking in the deep creases that were etched into the white fabric of Killua's wedding suit. Killua had asked him to pull it out of his suitcase not that long ago. The younger teen was still in the bathroom getting his hair done.
The young couple was getting ready before heading to the courthouse where their simple wedding ceremony would be held. They were running a bit late, one of the reasons being because Killua hadn't wanted to get out of bed that morning. Another reason being that Gon had taken forever while taking his shower. He had also used up all the warm water, causing Killua to be forced to wait before he too could take a shower. The only plus to this had been that Killua was allowed to lie in bed for a longer period of time. True to his words during last night's conversation, he was like a lazy cat in the morning.
"What did you expect?! Me to wear it while I ran away from home?!" Killua yelled back from the bathroom as he was brushing his hair to keep it from getting tangled. It was pretty clear that their wedding day hadn't been neatly planned. Truth be told, they had only really talked about it one morning while Killua had been heading to school. The rest of the planning had been left to a clueless Gon, who had been too stubborn to ask anyone for help. "Gon, I was in a rush and you know it!"
"Yeah, but it looks like you threw it in!" Gon called back while attempting to straighten out the pure white suit. A part of Gon was glad that Killua somehow managed to buy a suit for today in the first place. He couldn't wait to see his lover in it. After, he got rid of all the wrinkles, of course.
"That's because I did!" Killua shouted, a line of cursing come after, which was followed by the sound of things falling to the floor, causing a wince to leave Gon. Leaving the suit on the bed, Gon walked out of the bedroom and looked into the bathroom, finding Killua picking up a can of hairspray while in nothing but his boxers and a tank top.
Glancing up, Killua stared right at Gon, going off and further explaining himself. His voice held an angry and displeased ring to it, but it wasn't directed at Gon. Killua just wasn't happy with how he had dropped everything, making him take it out on who was closest at that time, "I didn't have the luxury of packing weeks ahead! My parents would have caught on if I did!"
"Right, right, sorry," Gon spoke sheepishly, before entering the small bathroom. Killua and Gon slowly picked up everything, the white-haired male muttering a small sorry as well. Gon shaking his head before telling him it was fine. There was no need for Killua to feel upset; it wasn't like he had hurt Gon's feelings by yelling at him.
It was evident that even though their wedding was going to be small, the stress of the day was already taking a toll. The tan male was feeling it as well, his worry leaning more towards Killua not liking just how simple he had planned everything. He was glad that he had given his Aunt Mito the permission to get their reception prepared and paid for by Ging. Kurapika's mother insisting she help as well. That was one stress Gon was glad to get rid of, and not throw on Killua.
Who would have thought that getting a wedding set up while his partner was miles away and could only be on at certain hours of the day was going to make things so difficult. Gon sure hadn't believed so until he was pulling his hair out one night, Killua having a breakdown over the phone because he had been caught in his parents room trying to retrieve his birth certificate and other important documents that were required for their marriage license.
That night had been a mess, one Gon rather not think about or remember. The helpless feeling he had felt giving him greater motivation into getting Killua the hell out of the home he had been living at.
Gon felt his face heat up a light red, Killua's face so close to his own as they both reached for the same item on the floor. Killua's skin tone matching Gon's in redness as he looked up. Smiling softly, Gon let Killua pick up the toothpaste, "I'll iron your suit," Gon spoke, his voice coming out with a bit of a shudder as he quickly stood up. His heart was racing, a giddy feeling coursing through his veins.
"Thanks!" Killua too was feeling his heart beat wildly in his chest. Hands covering his face moments later, he whispered to himself to stop acting like some lovesick teenager. He didn't need to think about how that the moment he saw Gon there and looking up, he wanted to press his lips against Gon's slightly chapped one in a sweet kiss they could finally share.
Yanking the thought out of mind, Killua took a deep breath and turned back to face the mirror above the small sink. A fluffy towel back in his hands, that he began to run it along his still damp hair. He had to dry it just right or it would puff up and make him look like he had a cotton ball on the top of his head.
"What do you want for breakfast?"
Perking up from Gon's suddenly call, Killua raised his left eyebrow slightly. He had been sure they spoke about this a little after Killua woken up, before lazing on the bed, waiting for the water to heat up again, "I thought we were going to get donuts and hot chocolate before heading to the courthouse!?"
"Oh, right!" Gon's eyebrows furrowed as he mentally kicking himself for forgetting such a thing. Killua was right, they did agree on donuts and hot chocolate. Neither had wanted to cook, it would only take up time they could use for getting ready. "Um, let me call Leorio and ask him to get the food before he picks us up with Kurapika."
It was a bummer that Gon's car wouldn't be ready until the next weekend. The mechanic that he normally look over his car had gone away on family matters and wouldn't be coming back until Friday of next week. Gon hadn't been too happy, but Leorio, who had called him on his way back home reassured him that he could and was more than willing to take the teenage couple to the courthouse where they wedding ceremony would be taking place. Gon was really grateful for that. It was one of the reasons Leorio had been one of his first choices when it came to picking witnesses, Kurapika being the other.
"That works," Killua placed the towel on one of the empty racks, somewhat happy with his hair. Blue eyes going wide a little after, fully taking in Gon's words, "Wait, are they going to be our two witnesses?"
"Yup!" Gon was carefully working out the wrinkles and folds on Killua's suit. There had been much more than he had believed. The whole suit was a mess, but Gon didn't complain further about it, he rather stand there and iron the outfit, so that his lover would look as tidy as possible. It was mostly because he knew his family would be showing up, as well, and there was a good chance Mito would fuss about sloppy suits.
Thinking of Aunt Mito, Gon quickly remembered she and his father would be at the ceremony as well. After all, they were allowed to have at most ten guests. However, Gon had only chosen six, sadly his grandmother and her husband wouldn't be able to make it because their flight had been delayed last minute due to weather. She had called early that morning to apologize. With the thought of his family on his mind, Gon decided it was best to let Killua know as a sort of heads up, "Oh, Killua! My father and aunt will be showing up too,"
"WHAT?! WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?!" Killua's screech had been so loud Gon shut his eyes and winced. Maybe it would have been best if he remembered this piece of information last night and warned Killua then. Oh well, what's done is done, and Gon would have to deal with the consequences. Possible Killua's wrath as well…
"Heh, I forgot…" Gon answered sheepishly, his eyes looking closely at the white coat, making sure he didn't miss a single spot. With a satisfied nod, Gon placed the suit jacket on the bed, next to his own, and picked up the white pants, almost dropping them as Killua shouted once again, loudly.
"You forgot?!" There was loud noises coming from the bathroom, something falling to the floor from the sounds of it. Killua was looking through his things, searching for makeup remover. He only used long-lasting, waterproof eye makeup, and now he needed to take it all off. "Ugh! This won't do! I'm going to have to redo my eyeliner and mascara!"
"You wear eyeliner and mascara?!" Amber eyes went wide, unable to believe what he had been told. He truly believed that Killua had naturally perfect lashes that could make anyone person who put time and effort into putting eye makeup on envious.
"What? Did you think my lashes were as black as my soul?" Killua hissed sarcastically, before screaming out loudly in joy, the small bottle of makeup remover finally found. All he needed to do now was struggle through the task of getting rid of the gunk on his eyes. Ugh, what a drag.
Gon soon after began to laugh loudly, falling over to the empty side of the bed. The commotion causing Killua to poke his head out of the small bathroom they owned, the door being positioned in such a way he got a clear view of their bedroom. Looking up, while wiping tears from his eyes, Gon took in his soon to be husband's lovely face. The makeup that was once on Killua's eyes now gone, leaving nothing but the pale white lashes that Gon once believe were a deep brown or rich black.
Watching as blue eyes went wide, Gon tilted his head and gave Killua a puzzled look. Before the older teen knew it, Killua was screaming and point dramatically where his white pants were, tiny eyeliner brush in his left hand, "Hey, hey! Get that iron off my suit, you're going to burn it!"
"Oh shit!" Gon was quickly up on his feet, the iron quickly picked up from where it once was. The spiky haired male checked the white fabric, and luckily there wasn't any marks showing it had been damaged by heat. "It's safe!"
"Good! Now get dressed!" Killua was back in the bathroom, face close to the mirror as he slowly and carefully worked on liquid eyeliner onto the top lid of his slanted eyes. It didn't take long for Killua to get it right, he had been doing this far too long to make a mistake, "Unless you plan to marry me in nothing but your boxers~"
Gon grinned, not reply back to Killua's tease. He simply unplugged the iron, before gently sitting Killua's pants on his side of the bed, right above the white jacket and shirt that was to go under. Taking his own outfit, he quickly began to put it on, making sure that he looked sharp and clean. The only thing he needed was his bowtie.
Walking in, Killua watched Gon struggle with his tying his bowtie for a while. Shaking his head, Killua walked over and stood before Gon. His pale hands pulled the tie away, and slowly began to form it into the shape it needed to be.
"There, perfect," Killua, whispered, taking in slowly how Gon looked. With his cheeks slightly heating up, he placed a quick kiss on Gon's tan cheek that began to taint in color. The two stood there for a moment, Killua shamelessly starting at Gon. Gon finding that he too was doing the same. The only difference was that Killua wasn't fully dressed.
"You need to call Leorio, remember?" Killua mentioned as he moved away and towards the bed. Taking his shirt, he began to put it on, the squeaks of Gon in the background as he searched for his phone making Killua smirk. Soon Gon's voice was filling the air in a loud tone as he spoke with the older man over the phone.
In a few minutes, they would be on their way to the courthouse. Killua wasn't sure if Gon was feeling the same. However, this mixture of anxiousness and joy was bubbling at the pit of his stomach.
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