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Chapter Four:

Killua awoke to the sound of hushed whispers. He opened his eyes slowly, but clamped them shut again as a throbbing pain formed at the back of his head.

"He's conscious," a male voice announced.

He fought against the pain to keep his eyes open. It took them a moment to focus. He was in a bedroom. Whose bedroom, he wasn't sure. Killua attempted to sit up in the bed, but a thick set of chains kept him locked in place. He yanked at them and frowned when his strength didn't easily break them.

"They're infused with Nen," an oddly familiar voice informed him. He was surprised to glance up and see Kurapika standing at the foot of the bed. The blonde-haired boy of his youth hadn't seemed to age a day.

"What are you doing here?" Killua snapped.

Kurapika laughed. "Funny. I could ask you the same thing."

"I was knocked unconscious and dragged here. If you don't let me go right now, my brother will come find me and then he will kill you."

"Will he though?" Kurapika asked. Killua set his jaw. "I can't let you go until after the wedding. We don't have time to deal with you right now."

"Wedding?"

"Yes. Leorio's wedding is tomorrow and we'd rather he be alive for it."

"You're in town for a wedding?" Killua asked in disbelief. "Gon, too?"

"I'm the best man," he answered proudly. "Gon is an usher."

Killua felt a pang of jealousy. He instantly hated himself for feeling such an emotion. Why should I be jealous just because a bunch of losers I hung out with five years ago had all kept in touch? "If you're not going to let me go, then why don't you just kill me?" he asked with a sigh.

"Believe me, when I found out that you had been planning on killing Leorio and Tessa, I wanted to." He folded his arms across his chest. "Gon wouldn't let me."

His ears perked at the name. "Where is Gon, anyway?" Killua tried to sound disinterested.

"Don't even think about it," he warned.

Killua blinked in confusion. "Think about what?"

"Smooth-talking your way out of this. I can see right through you, Killua Zoldyck. If you think I'm going to let you take advantage of Gon's naiveté and forgiving nature, you better think again. I'm not letting you two be alone in the same room together. He doesn't want me to kill you because he thinks he can change you. He thinks things can go back to the way they were. But I know better." He shook his head, swaying his dangling ruby earring. "You're too far gone."

Killua let out a sound of disgust. He wants to change me. Like I'm some project. I don't think so. "Oh, don't worry. I don't want anything to do with Gon." He dropped his head back on the pillow and closed his eyes. "Kill me, keep me chained here forever, I don't care. Just let me know when you decide."

It wasn't long before he slipped back into sleep. When he woke up again, the room was dark. He tugged at the chains just to see if they were still there. They were.

"Killua?" a sleepy voice whispered from beside him.

Killua let out a startled cry and turned to see Gon lying in the bed with him.

"I didn't mean to frighten you," Gon rushed to add.

"Get out of my bed," Killua demanded. Five years later and he was still doing the same shit.

"Actually, it's my bed," he countered.

"What are you doing in here?" His eyes searched the room. "Where's Kurapika?"

"He's staying in the guest room," explained Gon, unfazed.

"That still doesn't answer my question. What are you doing in here?"

Even in the dark, Killua could feel his glare. "I just wanted to talk to you."

"Well I don't want to talk to you."

"Please, Killua," Gon pleaded.

Killua rolled his eyes. "You get one question."

His tone turned serious. "Would you have really done it?"

A wave of nausea rolled over him. "Yes."

"You hesitated," Gon accused loudly.

"What?"

Gon bounced once on the bed, like an excited child. "Just now. You hesitated."

"I did not," Killua replied with a scowl. "I had every intention of killing them. I still plan to."

Gon didn't seem to hear him. "I knew they were wrong." He stretched back out beside Killua. "I just knew it."

Killua knew there was no point in arguing with him when he got like this, so he let the subject drop. It wasn't long before he could hear the sound of Gon snoring. It was a comforting sound, and it followed him into slumber.