"...Let us recap." Killua stands in front of both Team Silver and Team Gold. He doesn't know what's sadder, this little old shack they found near the farmer's area that still has rotten food on the table from where the inhabitants probably left it to run for their lives, or the fact that both Team Silver and Team Gold can fit in this little shack. Scratch that, he knows what's sadder. It's the number of troops they have. They should have more numbers. This isn't enough.
In the back of Killua's mind he knows this. He knows that most of them are going to die, if not all. At least on his team. They have the harder job after all. Killua finds those amber eyes that are staring at him so brightly. There's no fear, and his eyes aren't dull with fatigue. He's like a light in the deepest darkness and he seems to shine on Killua the most.
" The barrier has been broken here." Killua points to the map. "And here. My team will go in through this broken point and deal with the dead."
"While they are dealing with the dead, my team will get to work on repairing the barrier." Illumi's empty eyes look over his troops. They nod obediently. They wouldn't want to go against Illumi, that is for sure.
"Once the barrier is fixed, we move to the next area. Our job is to kill all the dead and to protect Team Gold." Killua watches a few of his troops swallow. One of them is holding a rosary, his eyes closed tightly. "Once this is done we would have saved the farmers and have saved our food supply." This doesn't seem to perk any of his troops up. Theres bags under their eyes, and this distance to their expression like they've seen some shit. And they have. They all have.
Some of them have that empty look like there's nothing of them left while others can't seem to stop the chattering of their teeth.
"We can do it guys! If we stick together and follow Killua's plan, we'll have the dead wishing they were...well dead!" Gon cheers in, the only who is really living in this group. The complete faith in his plan makes something tighten in him. Killua hopes that this experience doesn't break him...
He hopes it doesn't kill him either.
Killua has to back track when he starts thinking like that. As the captain, he knows that he's going to lose troops. Each one has died so that others may live. That's how they've survived the dead but when he starts to worry about losing a certain troop member...He knows that's a red flag.
But it's hard not worry about Gon. It would be a big lost to Him- A big lost to all of the troops and it would lower moral.
Gon's cheeriness gets a few to look at him, he gets some to even perk up, if just a tiny bit. The gold Team members are all staring at Gon like he's a foreign object.
"Also, one more announcement." Killua speaks just to get everyone's eyes off Gon. Killua was starting to feel uncomfortable with how some were staring Gon down without any shame. "After this battle all my troops will be permitted to go to the brothel. You will be able to help yourself to alcohol, food, and women."
Now that perked up his men. All the chattering and pale faces become flushed and wide eyed.
"Oh hell yeah." One of his men mumbles and this gets him a grin from another and a high five from yet another. Team Silver becomes alive once more with chatting and the men making suggestive gestures of just what they're going to do at the brothel.
When Killua looks at Gon, he's not sure he likes how the man's cheeks seem to have more color. There's also one troop that keeps elbowing Gon and he's not sure what the hell he's saying-
"My troops will also have this treat." Illumi adds when Team Gold seemed to be getting restless. They break out into cheers but they are silenced quickly when Illumi gives them this look that could turn Medusa into stone.
The troops settle down and get quiet. Killua had done his job. They look more willing now. Though Killua thinks it's kind of funny that all these men are happy about the brothel...when most of them won't even make it past this battle.
Killua has always had a dark sense of humor.
"Now remember, try not to use your gun unless it's a last resort. We want to be as quiet as possible. You all have your ax and knifes. Use them." Killua gives everyone a firm look over. "You all know the plan. You know what your job is."
"If you don't do your job and die, no one will be there to mourn your death." Illumi adds in with that empty voice of his. "I must say that 50 percent of you are most likely to die. So don't be that 50 percent." With those gracious words of encouragement, Illumi gives his sign that he's ready to go out.
Killua will keep his choice words to himself about how Illumi just ruined the mood, even if his words are true. "Alright lets move out." Killua keeps himself from looking at Gon too much. He's been stealing glances, trying to see Gon's reactions and also, secretly, making sure that Gon doesn't look afraid or worried or empty like the rest.
He's the same old Gon. Killua isn't sure he's happy about that or not. He has no idea what's going to happen once they get into the farmer's area. So Killua doesn't think about it. It's always been that he just had to worry about himself and hope that his men had enough sense to save themselves as well.
The only problem is Gon is always, always trying to save more then just himself. That puts him in danger and can off set the other members...
Not to mention that the man Gon has saved has been a pain in his ass ever since. Killua hopes he dies during this battle but He has a feeling that Gon would try to save him again...Killua feels that uneasiness once more.
He needs to get his head in the game.
Killua leads his men out of the shack and towards the hole in the barrier. The barrier consists of thick wood. For their to be a hole that would have meant that a very strong dead being broke through it. Possibly a animal that got infected. Or even worse it could have been a human with a weapon. Humans go crazy and they try to take everyone with them.
Killua doesn't know how they're going to make the barrier even stronger but he doesn't care. That's Team Gold's deal. He's only worried about what his men have to do. And it's a shit ton of work.
Killua creeps through the barrier first, looking about the field. He spots a few of the dead just staring up into the sun, their eyes runny from rot and the heat. Since they're so close to the hole, Killua stealthy moves behind one of them, using his knife, he jabs it into the side of one of their temples. A troop that was behind him doing the same to the other one.
They move deeper into the field, Killua singling it's good for all of his troops to come in. Before Team Gold can even set foot in they have to kill all the dead around the barrier and make it safe.
So far they have gotten lucky. The dead are spread out from each other and don't seem to be aware of them at all. They look around with their dull eyes like they're lost. Killua kills another one. He turns to see how his troops are doing.
Gon has just stabbed one of the dead in the temple like Killua taught him. He lays the dead down gently as if handling something fragile. Gon must feel him staring because he looks up at him. He gives him a silent grin and a thumbs up. Killua feels his lips pulling in a grin of his own and he nods his head.
Everything is going so well. It's more unsettling than if it was going bad. It's too easy.
They're able to kill off the few dead that are around this barrier. Killua stands up fully and looks around. "I think it's clear." He says this loudly. It's a test.
The dead don't have much brains but they do have ears and they have eyes. They flock to any sound and will attack anything that moves quickly. That is why his troops know to be quiet and to move slowly, crouch down and be as small as possible. They are dumb but their eyes work. They can see and hear, very much so like any person that is alive.
Killua waits for the groan of those cursed zombies but he hears nothing. It's silent.
"Looks like we cleared them out!" Gon cheers, standing up himself.
"Don't be too loud now." That man Gon saved shushes him, looking around like a scared rabbit. The knife he holds is clean. He hasn't done anything.
"IF there was any of them around they would have come out by now." Killua doesn't keep the anger out of his voice. This man cowers with a whimper. "Team Gold, you can come in."
Illumi comes through the hole with his troops. He looks around, assesses the amount of bodies on the ground and the troops they still have. They haven't lost anyone yet." There wasn't many here. That can only mean they are else where."
That's what Killua was thinking. If not here, then large, large groups of them must be where the farmers are hiding out...or at the other hole in the border. The battle is far from over.
"Now Killua who will you leave to guard my troops as they reinforce this side? And who will you send to escort my other troops to the other side?" Illumi locks eyes with Killua. "Since you did not want to go with my plan." He says it so simply but Killua is sure his brother is sore about it.
"I won't leave many with these troops. This area seems clear. I will leave West, Jones, and Marius."
"We will need more. The dead will surely come this way once they start their construction."
"Fine. You can have two more. Who wants to protect team gold here?" Killua isn't surprised when most of his troops raise their hands. But he is surprised that Gon isn't raising his hand at all. Killua absentmindedly picks two troops who cheer and move towards Team gold. Saying something about 'how they are not dying today'.
They may have gotten the easier job but it's no guarantee.
"Why didn't you want to do it?" Killua questions Gon.
"Because I want to fight more of the dead. I also want to stay with your group Captain." Gon beams at him. Killua hopes he has no color to his face. He wasn't expecting that last response. Though if he's honest with himself, he didn't want to be separated from Gon either. Just so he could keep an eye on him.
"Don't expect me to save you if that's why you want to be in my group." Killua states disinterestedly when some of his troops started talking.
"I don't expect you too. If I can't do my job just let me go." Gon says it so easily. They are talking about his life here. Killua is taken off guard by Gon's lack of value for his life.
"Are you suicidal?" That one guy asks, his eyebrows furrowed. It may be the first sign of concern this guy has shown towards the man who saved his life.
"No not at all! But if I'm doing my job, I'll never die. If I fail, I don't get to live."
Killua frowns deeply, wanting to ask Gon to explain more-
"Captain we are ready to go."
"Alright." Killua has to push those questions to the side for now. "Those left of Team gold follow us. We will lead you to the other barrier hole safely."
Together they travel deeper into this area. Hiding behind abandoned houses and communicating with hand signs. SO far they've killed a few more of the dead but none of them have been in large groups. Killua stops behind a water fountain before looking back at his men. They're starting to look increasingly more nervous. They know that this lack of the dead can only mean one thing. They're all bunched together in a large group somewhere.
Killua's eyes fall on Gon to see how he's holding up. He feels his mouth go dry when he doesn't see Gon. He's not in the formation. Killua's mind freezes. He searches the troops once more to see if he over looked him but he didn't. He's not there.
Killua has to bite his tongue, he almost shouted his name. Killua makes the signal for everyone to stop and he stands up, looking around, trying not to look as frantic as he really is. Where did they lose him? He was just there! Did one of the dead grab him and drag him off? Wouldn't Gon have made some noise?
"If I can't do my job then...let me go."
Dread grips him and his heart feels too big for his chest-
Killua spots Gon across the street. The young Captain has never felt relief wash over him as it does then. He wonders if this is how parents feel when they've lost their child only to find them with no harm done.
Gon is looking at a few blue flowers that are growing in front of one of the abandoned homes. He smiles at the flowers like one would smile at rare gems. The man is touching the petals like he's touching silk, admiring something that seems so trivial right now in this situation. First the fuzzy caterpillars and now this!...Gon is strange but Killua sees what he is. He's a lover of life, of all life.
While everyone is bent on saving themselves, Gon is bent on saving everyone else. How foolish. How stupid. Who's to say that the rest of the world deserves saving? When Killua thinks Gon's the only one with worth.
Gon must sense his intense staring because he looks up and gives him a sheepish smile. Killua glares at him, his expression firm even when Gon frowns. He quickly picks the flowers and gets back into formation. Killua will have a talk with Gon later about that but right now they need to keep moving.
They keep moving deeper and deeper. Killua can't help to notice that they've haven't seen any of the dead. None of them. It's not good. Killua feels a red flag and he turns to look back at his troops. They're all still following. The more experienced soldiers looking nervous and suspicious while the younger look more relieved.
They press on and finally Killua sees what he was afraid of. In the distance Killua sees a big ass group of the dead. He means huge. There has to be...at least 200. They're all groaning, crawling over each other and shoving, trying to get to this large home. Killua is sure the survivors are in that home and that's what has all the dead's attention. They have a few that are just wondering around aimlessly but for the most part all their attention is on this home.
Now this is where it gets tricky. It would be easy to move past them and just be on their way but it's team Sliver's job to kill all zombies in this area. They may just have to come back to this. But if they do that he will have less troops to work with. IF he tries to go into battle here he could lose some of Team Gold's members-
No. They have to keep going on. They will have to come back for them. Hopefully their doors can hold long enough. Killua gives the signal to keep moving on. Just as Killua thought they are able to get to the hole easily, the dead too focused on the home to do anything. Killua quickly sets just a few of his troops to protect them before he takes who's left.
They all look afraid because they know what they're going to do. Except for Gon who is as cheery as always.
"D-Don't make me do this. Let me stay back there...I-If they charge us we're dead!" That man starts to whimper.
"You haven't pulled any weight today. Your weapons are clean. I doubt that you would protect anyone if I left you so you will fight." Killua says harshly.
"It will be okay." Gon encourages. That guy doesn't' desrve it.
"Would you stop?!" That man growls lowly. "It's not going to be okay-"
"Then it's not going to be okay." Killua looks back with his eyes darken with threat. "You keep your mouth shut. If you want to live, fight and stop bitching. I'm this close to putting a bullet in your head."
This shuts him up. Killua looks away from Gon when he saw his frown. He won't let that face influence him. He should have killed that man a long time ago.
They move back to the group of the dead. Killua's eyes narrow when it looks like the group has gotten even bigger. What happened while they were gone? Did the humans in the home make too much noise? You would think they would know better after being trapped in these 'safe havens' for more than three days. He's sure they're running out of food and running out of sanity by now. Which means there's going to be quacks that are going to try to kill everyone along with them.
They need to act quickly but carefully. This could go deadly in a blink of an eye.
Killua knows what he has to do and he doesn't' like it. He gives his men the symbol to stop and to stay put. Once he gets a nod from all his troops that they understand, Killua moves away from the group. He crawls over to the other side behind the fountain. He glances back at his troops. Some of them have caught on to what he's doing, he can tell by the grim expression on their faces. Others are trembling, they don't know what's going to happen. Gon just looks confused and a bit worried. Those amber eyes are only looking at him though. Killua can't help to question if he's worried about himself or if he's worried about what his captain is about to do.
Killua ignores the twisting of his gut as he grabs a glass bottle that was left by some drunk person when times where better in this area no doubt. He grips it tightly, his eyes narrowing in his concentration as he aims right in the middle of where he is and where the group is. Hopefully this will only get some of the group to come investigate what it was, and not the whole group. If it's the whole group, then they may very well be fucked.
Killua throws the bottle, it hitting the paved ground and shattering. The whole back of the group turns around, groaning, shuffling over to where the bottle was thrown. It looks to be about 30 of them. They're in range where they can see him if he were to step out. Killua needs to lure them away so they can deal with the zombies, one smaller group at a time.
Killua steps out of his hiding place, getting his ax ready, about to motion to his troops to come on, to help him lead these dead away-
The zombies turn their heads away from Killua, sniffing at the air. Killua follows their gazes and feels his heart hammer in his chest. They're looking at his troops. That wouldn't be as bad if Killua didn't see what got their attention. One of his troops, the one holding the rosary is speaking his prayers out loud, his eyes shut tightly.
Killua sees Gon trying to get his attention to shush him but this man isn't having it. If anything he gets louder. Thinking fast, Killua gives the sign for his men to stay put. Some men nod slowly, they're licking their lips, looking more pale. They need to stay put though. The dead are looking at them and Killua would have to make noise that would attract more than just them to get their attention.
They see ten meals, Killua is only one. They've forgotten about him for the moment.
The captain prays that his men know what he's doing, what he wants them to do. They still need to lure this zombies away. Whether Killua does it or his men do it, it doesn't matter. It just has to be done.
Slowly the dead start to shuffle their way towards his troops. That man won't stop saying his prayers out loud and it's making the dead agitated. He's about to give the signal for someone to silence that man-
With a huff of air, the man that Gon saved stands up. His blue eyes are trembling in panic and in his panic he does the stupidest thing he could do.
He shoots the man who was saying his prayers in the head. His brains are splayed on his men and on the ground, his body falling with a thud. Now it wasn't the fact that he killed this man that was stupid. It was the fact he shot this man without a silencer.
All, And Killua does mean all of the zombies turn to face them.
"Follow me!" Killua yells, no need for silence now. He gets out his gun and shoots the dead that were too close to his troops. They run towards him, swinging their axs to make a pathway when the dead would get in front of them or try to grab them.
Killua has to think fast. They can't run back the way they came. They have to keep this group of zombies from the barrier. "Everyone get on higher ground!" Killua barks out as he climbs up one of the old abandoned homes and stands on its roof. He shoots as many of the zombies he can to help his troops get to higher ground.
One of his troops who was almost up a car gets grabbed and pulled down. He's swarmed by zombies. All you can hear is his screams and the sound of ripping flesh. Killua glances around at the ones who are left. Three of them are on the home next to him, one is on a ledge, four are on another home off to the side-
He doesn't see Gon.
Killua feels a panic fill him as he looks through this sea of zombies. There's just rotted faces staring back at him, reaching out towards him with those bloody, greenish fingers. There's no life to be seen. Just death.
"Gon!" Killua finds himself shouting his name as he shoots a couple of dead in the head who tried to crawl up to get him. There's no response. He sees his troops looking around. They even join in, calling Gon's name.
Killua knows what this means. If it was anyone else, Killua wouldn't have bat an eyelash. But it's Gon. He lost Gon in the swarm. Gon is dead.
"I'm going to fucking kill you all." Killua snarls, something close to pain in his chest as he takes out a grenade. He pulls the pin out with his mouth before he throws it as far as he can into the crowd of dead. One of those idiots catches it with its mouth before it explodes. It takes out a chunk of them, their body parts flying to the ground like rain. "Everyone fire!"
They rain bullets down on these rotting corpses. They're killing them. They're winning but Killua feels like they've lost. He can't get Gon's amber eyes out of his head, can't get rid of that remembrance of light.
"Hold your fire!" He hears one of his troops yell.
"What are you saying-" Killua turns his head to growl at this troop for trying to give orders. That's when he feels himself falling. The young captain's eyes widen as he falls a story down, landing hard on his side, his gun skidding away from him. Killua stares at his gun in shock. When he feels the pain in his shoulder and the dead's feet shuffle closer to him, he realizes that really happened.
Killua carelessly fell from his station. He had gotten too close to the edge, he got into killing those monsters that he wasn't aware of his own surroundings. When had that ever happened?
Killua gets up quickly but before he knows it, he's surrounded. They're reaching out towards him with those hands that want to rip him apart. His Gun is too far away from him. He glances up at his men who avert their gazes. So that's how it is? They're going to let him die.
They've been waiting for this moment he's sure. They've resented him for being their leader through this. They've resented him because of his blood. Because he's immune to what's taken their families and what gives them nightmares. That's fine. Killua can take care of himself.
"Damn it." Killua winces when he notices he can't move his right arm. It's surely broken. With his one good arm he swings at Zombies that charge at them, busting their skulls open. Their blood gets on him but he continues to swing like his life depends on it. And it does.
Killua may be immune to the disease but that doesn't mean Zombies can't kill him. They can certainly eat him. Killua is getting tired and he knows with his broke arm he can't climb. HE should have killed that man. If he killed that man this wouldn't be happening! Gon would still be...
A zombie grabs his ax and takes it from him, throwing it to the ground. It's much smarter than the others. Killua feels fear over take him and he backs up as far as he can go. He knows how the rest of the story goes. He's seen his men ripped apart by these things too many times. His death will be gruesome-
"Killua!" Killua's eyes widen at that voice and he wonders if he's hearing a ghost from the other side, welcoming him to the after life. The zombie that were just about to sink their teeth into Killua are blown away by shotgun bullets. Soon his savior is right in front of him, swinging his ax around, killing the dead swiftly, before shooting the zombies that are farther away with his shotgun.
"Gon!" Killua gasps, something melting in his chest and he feels like his eyes might be watering. "I thought you were dead!"
"Huh? Why'd you think that?" Gon turns to look at him with his head tilted.
Killua quickly gets up and breaks the zombies skull with his ax that almost bit Gon on the shoulder. "Gon stay alert!" Killua snaps, pressing his back against Gon's to cover him. He feels his heart slow down and he's able to think clearly once more. There's hope. Nothing has changed except he knows Gon is alive. And that gives Killua hope.
"I thought you were dead because I didn't see you! I thought you got swarmed! Where the hell where you?" Killua can't help to get angry. This guy gave him a heart attack-
Why? A voice questions. Killua ignores it.
"Sorry! I was helping Vincent up to higher ground..." Gon shoots more zombies. "Speaking of which, I need to get you up to higher ground." Gon glares back at some of the troop members that are staring at him with wide eyes. "What is wrong with you guys? Why weren't you helping Killua? He could have died if I wasn't down here!"
"We're trying to save ourselves here! You don't get it Gon. He's immune to the disease! This is all his fault! He pushed us to do this mission when we weren't ready! We're going to die because of him! He risks all our lives everyday while he doesn't have to worry about turning or-"
"Who cares?!" Gon shoots another group of zombies, sending them flying. His amber eyes burn with fire as they turn towards the troop who spoke. "It doesn't matter if the disease doesn't affect Killua! He is still risking his life like the rest of us! Killua is your captain and he's the reason why you're alive right now. We will all work together and get out of this. But if you abandon your own captain, then none of us will make it out alive."
Killua keeps fighting the zombies like those words haven't affected him but they have. He can hear his heart in his ears and his lips have parted. The young captain just wasn't expecting it. As long as he can remember his troops have placed all failure on him. They've always separated what he did because he is immune. It's not the same sacrifice as them because they have more risk.
Yet with Gon's words, he made Killua one with them. He can see the change in his men, the kind of guilt he brought to some and grim acceptance to others.
"...You heard him. Cover Gon so he can help get the captain up!" A troop yells. Killua licks his dry lips as the rest of his troops start to fire at the zombies around them. They make noise to attract them away and it works.
"I'm going to get you up." Gon smiles at him so nicely. Like their lives aren't on the line. Like he isn't in danger. Killua finds for once he's speechless as Gon lifts him up over his shoulder. Killua holds on with his good arm as Gon climbs up with both of them. Once they're back on top of the house, back to safety, Gon puts him back down. "We'll have to get the doctor to look at that." Gon frowns, those amber eyes filled with that concern.
"It will be fine. I've been through much worse." Killua says quickly. He stands up, glaring down at the dead. "I lost my baby in the crowd of zombies."
"Don't worry. We'll get her back Killua." Gon beams. "We're going to take care all of those zombies!" Gon cheers as he fires his shotgun. Fuck saving bullets. They need to kill all of them if they're going to live. They shoot and shoot. Luckily after the barriers have been secured they are able to get back up and they finish the remanding Zombies quickly.
It all seems like a dream to Killua. He only lost three men in total. Only three and yet here the farm people are, coming out of the safe heavens, giving them thanks and praises for their hard work. It will be their job to burn and clean up the dead but their job is done. They did it. And Killua has his gun back.
"There is medical unit waiting just outside for members of the military and civilians that have gotten injured." Illumi announces, those empty eyes glancing down at Killua's limp right arm.
"Good work Killua!" Gon bounces up to him, all cheer. "You need to go to the doctor and get checked out. I"m sure he can fix you right up."
"Yeah...I"ll be fine." Killua gives him a slow smile. "I should be saying good work to you Gon. You really saved my ass out there." Killua glances away from him. "...Thanks. You are a great private, protecting your captain. You should get a metal for this." Killua keeps his voice neutral.
"I wasn't just protecting my captain. I was protecting a friend."
Killua's eyes widen and he feels his lips twitch up.
"You won't get a metal for that." Killua smiles again, his bangs covering his eyes.
"I don't need one."
"You're something else." Killua can't help to chuckle when Gon gives him this big goofy smile.
"Captain Killua." His smile is wiped off his face. He turns his indifferent expression towards the rest of his troops that approach him cautiously. "...We're sorry for our actions sir."
Killua stares them down for a good while. "...I will let it slide. Only once. I've been working you all hard with no breaks. This time is yours at the brothel. Enjoy yourself and become stronger."
The troops eyes widen but they look relieved. They salute and Killua thinks it has more spirit than usual.
"I-I am also sorry...that I shot him...I f-forgot my silencer...I shouldn't have..." Killua's expression turns hard when that man comes forward. The whole reason for this.
"You could have killed us all." Killua snarls. " I should have killed you a long time ago-"
"I won't ever do it again! It was a mistake! I panicked!" The man pleads.
"Killua don't kill him." Killua stops when he hears that voice.
"Why Gon?" Killua grips his fist. "Why shouldn't I?"
"Because he's human. He's alive." Gon walks till he's standing next to this man. He puts a hand on his shoulder. "I'm not happy he killed our comrade. I'm not happy he risked our lives but he is still our ally. There's not many of us still alive. We need to stick together. This life is scary enough with the dead don't you think? We need to rely on each other."
Gon has a way with words. He can even see the anger in his men towards this guy start to defuse. Everything in his being is telling him he needs to kill this guy but...as he stares into those amber orbs, the same amber orbs that just saved his life he might add, he gives in.
"You live." Killua hisses in that man's face. "Only because of Gon. You owe him your life. Again." The man nods his head quickly with tears in his eyes. Killua turns and walks off, his arm really starting to be a pain.
"Thank you Killua." Gon catches up to him.
"Yeah, yeah." Killua waves him off. They walk together in silence. "...You haven't been injured have you?"
"Hm? No. I haven' been bitten or scratched." Gon smiles. He knew that was what he was really asking. "You can search me if you want."
"No. I'm sure the doctor will search you though." They're quiet again. "...So you excited about the brothel?"
"I'm not sure." Gon rubs his arm.
"Why not? Their will be plenty of women. They are very pretty too." Killua doesn't look at him.
"I'm sure they are."
"...But if you get bored, feel welcomed to hang out with me."
"Really? I want to hang out with Killua then! We can eat food together!" Gon sounds really excited.
"If you hang out with me you're going to miss out on the ladies though." Killua presses.
"I don't want to hang out with the ladies. I want to hang out with you." Gon says it so simply that Killua feels his heart beat faster. "...I know it must be wrong of me to say, but I don't really want children right now. If I have kids, I want to be able to care for them."
"...I know what you mean. I don't want kids either." Killua perks up. Finally, there's someone like him. He's sure that all his men will get the women pregnant so whats it matter that Killua and Gon aren't participating. "I have my own special room in the brothel. We can play darts and be away from all the noise once we've gotten our food."
"Sounds great! I haven't played darts before so you'll have to show me..."
Killua is smiling, feeling much more calmer now that he knows Gon has no interest with indulging himself with the ladies. He'll be able to hang out with Gon all night. He'll be able to have him all to himself.
What do you want from him? A voice in the back of his mind asks.
Killua will ignore it. He thought he had lost Gon, he's going to celebrate their victory together.
Killua thought he was going to die just a few hours ago...but Gon swept in and saved him.
Both his body and his spirit.
HI! I'm sorry i've been gone for so long. For all my stories. Seriously. Life has been busy though so I haven't been able to write like I want. I hope that i'll be able to write more but I don't know. I'm going for an interview at a hospital monday and i'm really excited about it.
Thank you for your patience. Also I may be getting myself a AO3 account.
Alright well hopefully you'll see me again soon! Thanks for your support! Till next time.
