Hey guys, chapter four is coming out very soon! But, in the meantime, please enjoy this little short story I wrote up during the Fourth of July. Thank you for reading, following, favoriting, and reviewing! It means so much!

I'll also be publishing a little short story that involves some interaction with Kotone and Gon, as I haven't really written much about just the two of them. For now, enjoy this little story with Kotone and Killua!

Afternoons - Short Story One


"Killua Zoldyck."

We are walking home. Not together. We just have the misfortune of living in the same direction. Though, as I will be stuck with him until I get home, I figured I should have a little fun. He turns to me with annoyance in his bright eyes, squinting, blinded by the afternoon sun.

"What?"

"I have evidence to believe that you are quite in love with your desk neighbor."

"Ugh. I'm not in love with you, brat."

"Ew. Not me, idiot.

He immediately freezes, as sweet, beautiful realization kicks in. It's quite the sight to see. And, then, as I had assumed, he grabs me by the collar and pulls me close to his face. I can't stop grinning. It's all too hilarious.

"Never say that to me again, or I swear, I will kill you."

"Oh, I'm so scared... Why are you so pissed when I talk about Gon? There's no reason to be embarrassed about loving your best friend," I smirk, with risk. His grip tightens on my shirt, pulling me closer.

"In fact, it's pretty cute," I squeeze out. I can feel his breath on my face, and realize how weird this probably looks to innocent people passing by. I start squirming, to which he yanks hard on my collar, choking me a little. Unpleasant.

"I am not in love with him. That's disgusting! You're an idiot. An idiot. I don't love anyone! I'll never love anyone!" he hisses. The wind pushes his hair out of his face, exposing his forehead just a bit.

"Mm. Alright. Then, explain, my darling Killua, why are you looking at my nose, and not into my eyes?"

"I'm— It— Ugh!"

He shoves me aside, and glares at me for a few seconds, probably trying to think of something clever to say. The sweet feeling I feel after torturing someone...

Honestly, it's much sweeter when it's Killua.

I smile, as invisible smoke pours from his ears.

"I hate it when you do that," he mutters, crossing his arms. I tilt my head to the side.

"Do what?"

"Look at me like that."

Now I'm genuinely confused. I'm not making any facial expressions at all.

"Like what?"

"Like that!"

"This is just my face!"

He turns away so his back is facing me.

"Just... Never mind. I'm going home. Stop following me."

"You're such an ignorant asshole. I live this way too, idiot. I would never follow you voluntarily. Don't you listen?"

His face flushes red, like it always seems to do. I start laughing, watching him get more and more flustered.

"Stop doing that— Just— Shut up already!"


Just something short. Kotone sure loves her... well, torture. I've got some beautiful plans that will be executed in the near, near future, so be prepared!

Thanks again!

- Leigh