DeathxTears
Rating: T (For Cussing and Possible Character Death)
Xion: -snarling glare- Killua God F****** Damnit don't you DARE get on me about the deadline!
Gon: Killua, what's wrong with Author-Chan?
Killua: I think it might be her certain time of the month...
Gon: She's a Werewolf?!
Killua: -facepalm- You're hopeless
Xion: Shuddup!
"Speech"
'Though'
*Disclaimer* I do not own HunterxHunter but maybe Santa will give me it for Christmas... We can always hope. But for now I am not the legal owner of the show... For now.
DeathxTears
The white hair tousled in the wind when Killua stood on the railing. He laughed maniacally. Tears fell down six stories before hitting the unforgiving pavement below. Ice cold shard like rain whipped across his face as he looked up at the cloudy dark sky. "The world's a bitch..." Killua said with the first real emotion for a good period of time.
Killua was unsure that the drop would actually kill him. He didn't care about such trivial matters. All he wanted to do was fulfill the nagging feeling telling him to step forward. The blue eyed boy sucked in a ragged deep breath holding it in for a second. He closed his eyes, staring at the black darkness that lied behind his pale eyelids. The young boy savored those moments of blackness. Though times with his favorite amber eyed boy made him feel like he could be accepted by the everlasting light, he knew that his tainted heart belonged solely in the shadows.
"Please don't go, Killua..." a familiar voice shook Killua from his guilt trip on memory lane. The white haired boy was paralyzed in anticipation, not trusting his ears to the sound he was supposedly hearing. Only the feeling of warm wounded arms caused Killua to step down from the ledge. The ex-assassin's eyes blurred with tears. The shape in front of him was unclear in his foggy brain. The boy last remembers collapsing on his comforting bed holding onto a wounded shape.
The next time Killua awoke, he was empty armed. Kurapika had come home and was sitting on the couch with his hands folded on the couch. Leorio was passed out again in their shared bedroom. The blue eyed boy stumbled into the living room. Kurapika stood in surprise but slowly sat down as if something he was regretting weighed him down from even looking at the white haired boy.
"How are you feeling, Killua?" Kurapika asked from his reestablished position on the couch. The person in question eyed Kurapika suspiciously.
"Why do you ask?" Killua questioned. His voice cracked from overuse the night before. He plopped down next to the blond Kurta member on the couch.
"I came home and checked up on you. When I came into the room, the door to the balcony was open and you had a fever." The grey eyed boy said simply. Killua brought his knees up to his chest thinking of all the blurry shapes and distinct sting pain of last night. Seeing as the night was completely overrun by sickness, Killua didn't remember much.
"I'm fine..." Killua trailed off not knowing how to continue this already dead end conversation. An idea sparked inside the white haired boy's brain after a long awkward silence. His voice broke an eerie silence neither of them knew had fallen. "What did the hospital say about him?" He asked out of morbid curiosity. In reality Killua didn't want to hear anything about his best friend. He was too afraid of the worst outcome becoming a reality. Kurapika lifted his head to look at the boy straight in his eyes.
"The hospital made sure that he was still alive." Kurapika replied. The response was vague. It was too vague in Killua's personal opinion. The ex-assassin pressed Kurapika for more information.
"Tell me all that happened Baka-Kurta!" Killua was agitated at the stubbornness of his acquaintance. He had pressed him for information for about fifteen minutes now. Kurapika sat with his arms crossed across his chest. The blond boy sighed and stood.
"I'll tell you the news after I get my tea." As if on cue, the whistling of a tea kettle filled the kitchenette. Kurapika went to go silence the sound while killua pondered on the new almost information.
Patience was key in situations such as this. He just had to wait to find out what was wrong with his fluffy green haired friend. Though the existence of such a thing as patience was lingering. Kurapika came in about five minutes later carrying two cups of green tea. Killua held the cup in his hands with little interest in its contents.
"Now about his condition..." Kurapika said turning to look at the broken boy beside him. Who in turn looked from his cup to the pit of grey taking interest in the sight of the child. "He only has about a week to live...: Kurapika said quietly, almost to himself. Killua looked up at Kurapika apparently choking on air. He managed to squeak out a word through his tight throat.
"What?"
End of Chapter 3