As the Curtains Close, We Return.
In which Killua questions Gon's mental stability (no, not really) and they are attacked by a group of super ninjas which Killua fight off with his even better ninjaskills. Amm.. okay. There are no ninjas. Sorry.
Let's move on!
Chapter 3
As soon as Killua had seen Gon's helpless state, he had forgotten all about the tension that had been building up between them, instantly rushing to his friend's side.
"Gon! What happened to you, damn-it..!" He grabbed his hand and pulled it away, revealin severe bleeding, most obviously caused by the knife on the ground. Killua ignored Gon's struggles and lifted his shirt, cursing as he saw the wound.
Gon tried to pull away once, but Killua's grip on his hand was firm, and his attempts were futile. Instead Killua lifted Gon into his arms in bridal position, the hard training they had both been through making him seem light to him, even though his friend had long before grown over him in height. Gon was in many ways the strongest of them when it came to raw power, though Killua easily made up for it with his skill and speed.
"Hey, what are you..?!" Gon questioned, as his dream of carrying Killua bridalstyle was ruined.
"Just shut up already!" Killua's tone was strict, and Gon immediately felt silent. There was silence between them as Killua continued towards the hotel, until Killua quietly asked.
"Who gave you that wound?" almost perfectly hiding the bloodlust in his tone, the wish for a name and someone to take his vengeance out on. No one hurt HIS Gon.. Only his dark, dark eyes gave him away.
Gon was quiet for a time, before he kind of dumbly stated: "I.. don`t know.." He avoided Killua's eyes, still wondering how to deal with the situation.
"Of course you KNOW! You don`t just get hurt by yourself, right..?! Or atleast I wouldn`t like to think so..!" Gon felt angry at the accusation of selfharm, he wasn't THAT clumsy, and at the same time the loss of blood was getting to his head. Why was Killua so damn persistent anyway, it`s not like he cared much about people`s lives, right!? And just as Gon corrected this, to him, uncommon trail of thought, he realized that it had slipped past his lips.
"Why would you care anyway! After all, you...-!" Killua stopped in surprise and looked at Gon with a slightly annoyed expression on his face.
"I.. what?" Killua questioned, feeling strangely cold. What had Gon been about to say? Did it have anything to do with why he had been ignoring him lately..? Gon looked away, ignoring the stare he was receiving from his friend. Cursing his own loose tongue inwardly, Gon concentrated his eyes somewhere behind Killua's shoulder. This was really rather awkward, he should be able to walk for himself..!
Killua breathed in heavily a few times, before he started moving again. The shadows were growing longer as dusk made it`s entry , and everywhere around them people were preparing for the night, pulling down curtains and sending odd looks at the two strangers strolling past them.
Some were putting their children to rest while others seemed like they were just getting ready for a wild night in town.
When they finally arrived at the hotel Killua was pleased to see that the light was still on, and was about to enter the building when an obviously embarrassed Gon tucked at his sleeve. Quickly understanding Killua let his friend down, and together they entered the hall, heading for the counter where Killua had thrown their key an hour or so before. The woman at the counter smiled at them as they came towards her, but soon her smile stiffened as she realized the bloody trail after them. Killua ignored her looks, and asked in a demanding voice when they had reached the woman:
"Do you have a housedoctor in the area..?" The woman looked suspiciously at them for a moment until Killua threw his hunter's certification on the desk. The woman's face lightened up, and she turned around in her chair, reaching for a briefcase of some sort.
"Of course sir, give me a moment and I will make the necessary calls.." Killua nodded, and asked her to send the doctor to their room before he dragged the slightly swaying Gon towards the elevator. Soon they had made it safely to the room, and Killua led Gon to his bed, where the blackhaired boy fell down with a soundless sigh.
It took some time before the doctor finally arrived at the room, carrying a bag of medical equipment, and a young nurse following him through the hotelroom door. The doctor introduced himself as Dr. House, which strongly made Killua doubt the intelligence of the woman he had asked to find them a "housedoctor". But putting this aside, the doctor seemed capable so Killua showed the pair the way to Gon`s bed.
The doctor imeddiately started his examination of the wound, ignoring the weak protests from Gon when he lifted up his shirt.
After a time of mumbling medical nonsense, the doctor had apparently come to a solution to the "problem", and assisted by the nurse he started putting Gon together as well as possible.
All this while Killua was staring intently at the wound, preferring not to look at his friends` face distorted in pain. He had no problem with flesh wounds and dead bodies, but faces.. The people of the flesh, the little glimpse of soul in their eyes dissappearing..
Killua realized that his thoughts had been wandering, and quickly turned his attention towards Gon long last the small medical team was finished, and the doctor gave Gon some sleeping medicine.
Once the doctor was gone, Killua sat down for a time just staring at his friend's sleeping face. Some of his hair had fallen down over his closed eyes, covering him from Killua's sight. With a movement he didn`t really understand himself, Killua reached out a hand and pushed the hair away, stroking Gon`s forehead. Gon made a small noise, but otherwise didn`t react. Killua smiled slightly, before raising to his feet. There was still something to be done..
With a dark mood slightly surfacing as he walked, Killua went down through the reception and out into the night. Following the same roads and alleys as he had done before, he returned to the alley where he had found Gon. It was not less creepy now that the dark was complete, only broken by a lighted house a few numbers from the place Gon had been sitting.
Killua looked around, annoyed, as he realized that the knife he had come looking for was gone. That was one clue less as to who could have hurt his Gon.. His eyes grew dark, and an overwhelming frustration hit him along with a deep hatred, that he could hardly recognize having harbored ever before.
Without Gon he would be nothing, a black hole of cold darkness. Gon was the one lightning up the way for him, his guidingstar, his light. And even then someone DARED to hurt his most precious..
Killua opened his clenched fists, and sighed. Without realizing it his hands had transformed slightly as an old habit, and his long sharp fingernails had cut their way through the flesh in his palm. Cursing, not because of the pain, but because of his own lack of control, Killua turned, returning the way he had come.
Gon was the important thing now. There would be plenty of time to hunt...
Later.
