Part 3
Outside the gate and a little ways down the road, my instincts told me to look back. I didn't notice anything so I shrugged my shoulders and continued running. My instincts once again told me that I needed to look back. As I did, I noticed two figures jumping into the shadows. I was being followed.
I guess Illumi didn't believe me, I thought, so he sent some goons to follow me. Damn. I can't lead them to Gon.
I decided to duck into an alleyway. Unfortunately, it was a dead end. However, I noticed that there was a fire escape ladder hanging down. Unfortunately, again, it was out of my reach. So, I decided to get a nearby garbage can and put it underneath so I could climb up. However, despite the added height the garbage can gave me, I was still too short.
I cursed my age, believing it to be the root of my height problems. I heard voices getting louder and I knew I didn't have time to get another garbage can. My mind could only think of one thing to do, so I hid inside the garbage can. There wasn't any garbage in it, thankfully, but it reeked. I heard the voices as they entered the alleyway but they were all unfamiliar to me.
Was it possible Illumi hadn't sent them after me? If he had, I would have recognized their voices. I know every goon's voice that works at our compound and it's highly unlikely that Illumi would send goons from somewhere else. Besides, even if he did, they wouldn't have caught up to me so fast. The closest compound to our house is practically on the other side of town and I was the fastest runner in the mafia community.
"Where did he go?" a voice said from the dead end of the alley.
"A fire escape!" said a voice right beside me, "He must have gone up there!"
"Idiots!" A third voice said, "If we lose this kid, then our whole plan is fucked. Get up there and find him."
"Yes sir." the two other voices said in unison.
Plan? I had to wonder what their plan was. Was it to kidnap me and hold me for ransom? If that was their plan, then it was already fucked, because nobody would pay a ransom for me. Not my parents, not my brothers, not the mafia community, not even Gon.
Aw shit, Gon! I thought, I gotta get out of here so I can meet Gon.
Fortunately, I wasn't waiting much longer because I heard the loud banging of the metal garbage can I was in. I guessed that the two goons were climbing on the can to reach the fire escape ladder. I heard their voices get farther away. Once I couldn't hear them anymore, I assumed they had gotten onto the roof. I also had to assume the person he third voice belonged to was gone and that it was safe for me to get out.
I lifted the lid up and poked my head out. When I had made sure that nobody was around, I got out of the garbage can and continued running toward Gon's. I put my finger in my ears and wiggled it so they would stop ringing. If I had known the garbage can was going to be that loud, I would have found a different place to hide. And on top of that, I think my clothes smelled a little funny. I think they might have soaked in the smell of the garbage can.
I made it to Gon's without anything else happening. I was a little surprised that I had lost those people so fast. I guessed they were amateurs looking for a quick way to get money. I mean, if I was them, kidnapping a seemingly normal rich kid that was all alone would sound pretty good. Unfortunately for them, I just happened to belong to a mafia community that trained me to think quickly so that I could avoid getting kidnapped.
"Good morning Miss Mito," I said as Gon's aunt opened the door.
"Oh, Killua," she said, "Please, you can call me "Aunt Mito". After all, you come all the way up this extremely big hill almost every day just to make love to Gon. I feel like it makes us practically family."
I felt a little uncomfortable when she brought up 'making love', but I decided to go along with it. I said, "Yeah, uh, is Gon awake, yet?"
"I don't know," she said, "I haven't heard a sound from him since last night. Why don't you go on up there and see for yourself?"
"Alright," I said as Aunt Mito stepped aside to let me in.
I took my shoes off when I got inside and ran up the stairs to Gon's room. I tried to open the door, but it was locked. I knocked, but there wasn't an answer. I thought it was weird for Gon to have his door locked when he knew I was coming over. My mind couldn't help but wander, thinking what was happening in there.
I decided to use a trick I learned from the mafia community when I was younger to pick the lock on Gon's door. I took a paperclip I had in my pocket, bent it out a bit and put it in the doorknob. After a few twists and turns, I had unlocked the door silently. I turned the doorknob and opened the door.
"Hey, Gon," I said walking into his room, "I'm he-"
I ended my sentence early because standing in front of me was an almost naked Gon. His pants were around his knees as he had just pulled his underwear up to cover his area. His shirt was on his bed. I felt my face turn red as I just stood there with my mouth open. Gon didn't seem too mad that I had just walked in on him changing, but his voice wasn't too pleasant, either.
"Killua!" He said, moving his arms to cover himself.
"Ah!" I said, realizing, "S-Sorry!"
I walked out and closed the door behind me. I leaned my back against the door. My face still felt a little hot and I was breathing heavily. I feared that I had just ruined our friendship. I thought Gon would be too embarrassed to hang out with me anymore.
Oh, fuck, I thought, oh, shit. Oh, fuck. Oh, shit. Oh, shitfuck. I… I just saw Gon in his underwear. What the fuck?
I started hitting my head with my palm saying, "Stupid. Stupid. Stupid."
A second later, Gon opened his door again and said, "Eh? What's stupid?"
"G-Gon!" I said, "I am so sorry. I-I had no idea that-"
Gon put up his finger to silence me and started sniffing the air. I was confused at what he was doing. He started sniffing the air around me and then he started to sniff my clothes. I stepped back from him, but he moved with me, moving on to sniff my hair. I was going to ask him what he was doing, but he leaned back and put his forefinger and his thumb over his nose to plug it.
"Killua, you stink," he said.
"Eh?" I wondered.
"What were you doing? Playing in the garbage?"
"Uh…" I trailed off, not wanting to tell Gon about those goons.
He grabbed my shirt and started to pull it off, taking my backpack with it. I asked him what he was doing. He insisted that I have a bath to get the smell of garbage off me. Once he got my shirt off, he threw it on the ground unceremoniously. I told him that it was my favorite shirt and that he should treat it better.
"Sorry," he said unapologetically, "It's gonna have to go in the wash, though, Killua. Same with your pants."
He started to undo my belt, but I grabbed his hands and pushed him away. I told him that I didn't have another change of clothes, hoping it would save me from the water. Gon just said that I could borrow some of his and started to go for my belt again. Again, I pushed his hands away.
"Fine," I said, "I'll take the damn bath. But I can undress myself."
Gon led me to the bathroom and told me that there should be enough hot water for me. He also informed me that he had just taken a bath, which made me blush for some reason. Perhaps it was the thought of Gon in the bath or it could have been the thought of sitting in the same bath that Gon had just been in. Either way, Gon wondered why I was blushing. I told him I wasn't and he dropped the subject rather quickly, which surprised me.
"You go ahead and get in," Gon said, "I'll leave a towel and some clothes for you over here."
He pointed to where he'd leave the things and didn't move. I wondered why he was just standing there. He said it was nothing, but still stood there. There was a silence that fell on the room. Normally, I wouldn't mind silence, but this silence felt weird. Nobody was doing anything which felt strange.
"Well?" I said finally.
"'Well' what?" Gon asked.
"Aren't you going to leave?"
"Oh," Gon said, "Right."
He left the bathroom, closing the door behind him. I ran some water for my bath and, after it was filled, took the rest of my clothes off and got in. While I was in the bath, I couldn't help but think about those goons from earlier. What was their plan? Who did they work for? I wondered if I would ever find out.
"Killua," Gon's voice called.
"Yeah?" I responded.
"I've got your towel and some clothes," he said, "I'll leave them where I said, alright?"
"Alright," I called back, "Oh, and don't you dare look in my backpack until I'm done."
"Okay!" Gon said.
Shit, what did I do? I thought, Gon's probably going to look and eat all the chocolate I have in there!
I decided that in order to be able to have some of my own chocolates, I'd have to wash up really quick. It was damn near impossible with Gon always barging in and asking if I was done. He came in three times before I threw a bar of soap at him. It hit him in the head. After I asked him to throw the soap back, he left and didn't come in again because I told him the next thing I threw would be the shampoo bottle.
When Gon had left me in peace, I washed the smell of the garbage off of me. I decided next time I was chased by goons, I wouldn't hide in the garbage can. After the smell was gone, I got out of the bath and dried myself off with the towel. I felt a little uncomfortable putting on Gon's clothes, but considering the alternative was to be naked until my clothes were dry, I put them on.
When I came out of the bathroom, Gon was standing beside the door. I looked down and saw he was holding my backpack. I wanted to question him as to why he held my backpack, but he just grabbed my arm and dragged me to his room. I wasn't sure if I'd ever get used to him dragging me around everywhere. I would have guessed that if my arm hadn't been replaced in two months, it'd be a miracle.
"Here!" He shoved my backpack at me. "I didn't look in it, just like you asked."
"Really?" I asked surprised. Then I got a little suspicious and said, "Let me smell your breath."
"Eh? Why would you want to do that?"
"Just breathe out, you idiot."
"Alright," Gon said confused.
He breathed and I sniffed. I could detect the smell of chocolate from anything if a wind blew it. So, if Gon had lied to me about not looking in my bag, I'd be able to smell chocolate on his breath. I sniffed and recognized a few scents. Mint was the dominant one, but no chocolate.
"So you really didn't look in my backpack?" I asked.
"Nope." Gon said, "So what's so important that you didn't want me to see?"
"Something I've been keeping for a while."
I opened my backpack up and showed Gon all the chocolate that I smuggled out of my house. He seemed impressed that I had so much. I reached in and took one of the chocolates out and gave it to Gon. I then reached in and pulled out a chocolate for myself. I told him that we could share the chocolates while we played.
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"Daydreaming, again, Mr. Zoldyck?" The teacher's voice brought me out of my thoughts again.
"Uh, no, ma'am," I lied terribly.
"Then what was the class discussing?" The teacher asked sternly.
"Politics?" I guessed.
The teacher stared at me with seemingly ice cold eyes. It was like she was seeing if I was being serious or if I was joking. The fact that she hadn't answered right away made me wonder if I had guessed correctly. If I had made the right guess, it'd save me more time after school and that was something I was looking forward to. It'd suck if I had even more time added onto my stay after school because it'd mean that I had less time to be with Gon.
The teacher just walked away and continued on with her lesson on Politics. I paid attention for a little while, but the sound of the teachers voice was just so boring that I couldn't help but tune out again. I knew that if I was caught thinking of something else again, I'd be in trouble, so, I forced myself to tune in again and actually listen to what the teacher was saying. Thankfully, she was talking about the local politics, which was something I knew. However, the teacher called to me and asked me a question I was not expecting to hear.
"Mr. Zoldyck," she said and I stood, "Name the man who is in charge of keeping Yorknew City running."
The obvious answer to me would have been my dad, because he keeps the mafia families in check. But if I said that, people might start thinking I was involved with the mafia. And if people start thinking that, word will go around the school and eventually reach Gon's ears. Then Gon might not want to be with me anymore. What was I gonna do?
"Uh," I said, "T-the mayor?"
The teacher eyed me suspiciously again and said, "And what is the mayor's name?"
I racked my brain trying to remember the name of the old man. I pictured him in my head, because he came to visit my dad at our house once (probably to get support to keep him in office). He was very old, I knew that, with a curly white beard. He was also very laid back for somebody his age, and he had this stupid laugh that annoyed me. I tried to remember what dad had called him, because he didn't say 'Mr. Mayor' like anybody else would.
"N-Netero," I remembered, "Isaac Netero."
"That is correct," the teacher said and I sighed an inaudible sigh of relief.
The bell rang and the teacher made sure everybody knew their homework. The teacher also let everybody know that there wasn't going to be any school in a couple weeks then she dismissed everybody except for me. Once everyone was gone from class, the teacher called me to her desk. She gave me a piece of paper with a list on it.
"This is a list of things you need to do before you leave school today," she said, "I will be in the Teacher's Lounge if you need any help. Come and see me when you're finished with your list so I can inspect it."
"Yes, ma'am," I said.
The teacher left and I looked over the list she gave me. It was usual after school stuff like make sure the desks in the classroom were neat and free of garbage. There was also a note to clean the chalkboard with the supplies in the closet. Not to mention about twenty other items that would take a while to do each of them. I sighed, thinking I was never going to get out of school to hang out with Gon.
I got to work on the list, starting with the chalkboard, because that would take me the longest to do. I got the rag and the spray bottle out from the closet where the class supplies are kept, moved a desk from the front row up to to where the chalkboard was and started spraying the cleaner on. After a few squirts of the cleaner, I wiped it off with the rag so that it looked as good as new. Doing the same thing over and over again got so boring really quickly, so I thought about that day, about a year after I had met Gon.
End of Part 3
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A/N: So, as you can probably assume, there will be a Part 4. I'm hoping to have Part 4 be the last part to this incredibly long and difficult one-shot.
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