Chapter 7
Gon POV
From the incident after Leorio's party, which had, apparently, been a success, Killua and I got along like two peas in a pod.
We both had the same opinions on soap operas (horrible), we both could have our stubborn streaks— through my streaks lasted for longer lengths of time and were more frequent. Otherwise, there was little we ever disagreed on.
At this point, I consider Killua to be my best friend and one of the most important people to him. On occasions that I would tell him so, his cheeks would turn a noticeable pink and he'd mumble something like, "Don't say embarrassing things." It took me a while to realize that that was Killua's way of saying it back.
Of course, we did have our disagreements. Many were from me waking up too early, being too loud, or when Killua would spend three days without sleeping or would laugh the milk carton out of the fridge. But, they mostly ended there.
It was now approaching the third week of February, or — as I like to call it — Valentine's week. The week where everyone began to look for someone the partner up with and hopefully complete their dreams of finding a long-lasting relationship. But, I suppose, this is one of the things that Killua and I disagree on.
"Valentine's? I think it's stupid," he mumbled through his coffee while examining some sheet music.
I leaped over the couch when I heard what he said and ran towards him as fast as I could. "What?! Why?"
Being used to my antics, he only looked up at me before returning to his work. "I said 'I think it's stupid'."
"I know, I heard you. But why?"
He only stopped writing for a second before he put down his pencil and sighed. "Look, I got nothing against it, it just kind of redundant." He stopped for a second before he realized he needed to explain more. "Well, when a couple gets together they have their anniversaries, and, depending on how cheesy the couple is, it's more than one. Then you throw in all the other holidays or significant moments in the relationship, and there's, even more, the celebration of your 'success'. So why give couples another holiday when there are people who are single that don't have any holidays whatsoever. It's just, like I said, redundant. Besides, its just become a money-grab holiday."
I'd like to say that I stopped and thought about Killua's points and been a little smoother then what I did do, but, I didn't.
"What's that supposed to mean?! Valentine's is supposed to be the day where everyone searches for their love and makes valiant efforts to confess. It's a day where people show how much they love each other. It isn't redundant, it's meaningful."
Killua didn't respond, he just shook his head and went back to his work. I thought that was the end of our discussion, but then he spoke. "You only say that because you're the type of person that gets dates for Valentines."
I couldn't think of a way to come back to that one. I had always been the guy that all the girls liked, I knew that and I liked talking to people, so I didn't see what the problem was. I had never thought that it would've skewed my views on holidays, but now I had Killua to remind me of the other side.
He had never been in a relationship, he had only ever danced with girls, and that was when forced gym classes. He had told me this a while back and he was really embarrassed about it. Took him three days to spill the whole thing— at least, I think.
So, here we had Killua who had only had his shitty family (save for his sister, Alluka) to spend holidays think this.
Finally, I came up with an idea. "How about we get you a date for Valentines then?"
It had been awhile since I've seen Killua jump that high while sitting. He looked like he had just stuck his hand in a socket, face bright red and hair standing on end.
"N-no. No, you are not getting me a date," he yelled at me, voice cracking slightly.
"Oh take the stick out of your butt," I laughed while he continued to try to find a way to get out of my idea. "Who knows, you might find your true love."
I watched as he looked away and shook his head. "It's okay, I don't want a date, much less to be in a relationship. I don't have time."
"What do you mean?"
"Between school, studying, and having time to myself, I don't have a whole lot of time to date."
"That's a lie," I sat down beside him, "You always have time to hang out with me, so you have time to date."
When I said this, something passed over his face in a quick second, but I couldn't place what it was. He just shook his head then went back to his work, "I'm not going on a date, Gon, so stop trying."
Sensing the grim air that looked over Killua, I got up and went into the kitchen, but kept an eye on him as he sat on the floor, hunched over his work on the coffee table.
Just what are you so afraid of?

Today was the thirteenth, and I was still attempting to get Killua to consider going out on a date for Valentine's Day, but each time he'd have an excuse.
"I have an exam next week,"
"My classmates are trying to put together a study group,"
"I'll probably be caught up thinking about school,"
But the one he used the most was,
"Why would anyone want to go out with me?"
As soon as he had said the last one, I realized that I was probably pushing into an unknown issue Killua had. I wanted to know more because Killua was always shrouded in mystery, and I might learn something about him, but I refrained from doing so and finally stopped bugging him... about getting a date.
"At least come with me to the bar. Don't keep yourself cooped up in the dorm," I said, attempting to persuade him to get out.
"Maybe I like being 'cooped up' in the dorm," he replied with no emotion in his voice.
"Killua~" I whined, dropping down to sit beside him on his bed.
"Whining won't get you anywhere Gon," He mumbled before starting running his fingers over the strings of his guitar.
I sighed, before falling back on my plan b. I grabbed the neck of Killua's guitar and, with caution, I pulled it out of his hands. He looked up at me dumbfounded before jumping up and giving me a cold stare.
"Gon." His voice sounded like a snake, ready to launch itself and kill its victim. "Give it back."
Letting loose a nervous, but steady, grin I announced, "Make me." I instantly regretted it.
Killua just took a step forward before he swung out his leg, connecting it with the back of my knees, and causing me to fall.
As I fell, he grabbed his guitar out of my hands and set it on the bed before crouching in front of me.
"I didn't think that I needed to say this, Gon," I shivered as his breath ghosted my face and was his cold words, matching his glare, entered my ears. "But the next time you so much as think of taking my guitar away from me, I will hit you so hard you'll end up in the hospital. Okay?"
I laughed nervously, before nodding and watching Killua stand up.
Gathering the last bit of pride I had for that day, I jumped up and chased after him as he walked into the kitchen area.
"I'm sorry, but please come. I promise that I won't force you to stay, just come-"
"Look, Gon. You saw what happened at the last party I went to. I didn't do anything. It's just a waste of my time."
I was silenced for a few seconds, mouth opening and closing for a while before I finally gave.
"Okay. You win,"
Killua only nodded before pouring a cup of coffee and walking over to the TV, where he turned it into an action movie.
I didn't waste a second and sat down beside him.

The next day, Valentine's day, there was a blizzard, or, I thought it was.
"This is far from a blizzard. Two inches of snow never hurt anybody," Killua announced before sitting on the floor at the coffee table, school work spread out in front of him.
Though Killua may have thought it wasn't a big deal, the whole city of Yorknew thought it was, so everything was canceled.
"Whelp, there goes everyone's Valentine's Day plans," I groaned before sitting on the couch behind Killua.
We didn't say anything for a while before Killua started to hum the tune of the music he was working on. ( I still don't know what he was really doing with it)
I listened to his humming, which was spectacularly in tune. It made me wonder what his singing voice would sound like. This put me in a daze for a while before I felt a soft fluff against my knee. I looked down to see Killua leaning back against the couch, slouched enough that his hair was brush against my knee.
So fluffy
I didn't know I was reaching out until I felt the rest of Killua's hair under my hand and Killua tense up.
"Gon, what are you doing?"
Trying to think of an excuse that didn't sound childish, I gave up. "Your hair looked soft, so I wanted to pet it."
Not being able to see Killua's face, I wasn't able to see how he had responded to my answer. Eventually, he did speak, though his voice was quiet. "Pet it?"
I only nodded, which I knew he couldn't see, but I guess being around each other for the past month and a bit had gotten us used to our responses and actions, so he just sighed and returned to his work.
Taking that as an okay, I continued to pet his hair while looking out at the snow.
"Where did you grow up?" I asked.
"Kukoru Mountain." A pause. "You grew up on Whale Island, right?"
"Yep,"
"I'm guessing there wasn't much snow then. Must've been warm all the time." He returned to writing on his music.
I let myself play with his hair a little. "Yeah. Pretty much summer all year, but I loved it. I could go outside all the time and I wouldn't have to worry about getting cold or anything." I allowed myself to reminisce about Whale Island for a bit while Killua hummed.
I watched as he continued to write on the page before I got an idea. Jumping up off of the couch and racing towards the kitchen, I could feel Killua's eyes watching me as I carried out my plan.
Fishing through the cabinets, I started to pull out the ingredients for cookies and motioned for Killua to join me.
"What're you doing?" He asked moving to sit on the island stools.
"I'm going to make cookies and you're going to help me," I stated before pulling out a recipe book my aunt had given me and turned to the desired page.
I slide it over to Killua who accepted it and got up and moved to stand beside me at the counter. "They sound good," he mumbled before he set the book down and turned to grab two large bowls from the cabinets. "I'll take dry ingredients if you don't mind."
I let a smile break out on my face before I slide the flour, sugar, etc. over to Killua.
Reading the directions he began to measure mix with great accuracy while I began my predict of the wet. Getting water, eggs, etc., I turned to see that Killua had already been stirring, but was making a mess. White clouds of flour puffed up as he mixed and once in a while, the contents would spill out the side of the bowl. All the while, Killua had his tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth, just slightly, and his blue eyes were completely focused on the task at hand.
At this point, I had poured in all of my ingredients and was beginning to mix when Killua stirred the mix just wrong and ended up flinging the mix into his shirt.
We both stopped what we doing before we looked up at each other. My cheeks puffed a bit as I tried to hold back a laugh, but little bits of it were escaping.
"Hey, don't laugh at me," Killua groaned, looking back down at his shirt before looking back at the bowl. I couldn't have missed the grin that cut through Killua's face, eyes glimmering with a mischievous edge.
"Wha-" I began but was interrupted by dry substances hitting me in the chest. I looked down at my shirt, then up at Killua who was laughing his pants off, hand resting inside the bowl. "You wanna play that way?"
I lunged for forward, Killua steeping back a few steps trying to control his laugh and eat away from me, grabbed a handful of the dry and dumped into Killua's hair. He stopped laughing for a second and rubbed the top of his head with the hand that didn't have anything in them, but grabbed my shirt, pulled it back and let loose the load.
Our eyes met, challenge dancing in both of our eyes, and we each grabbed another handful. We whipped the dry ingredients at each other — an unsaid agreement between us that we wouldn't use the wet stuff— and began to dance around the kitchen.
A few minutes later, flour was all of the floors after Killua had the brilliant idea to grab a handful of it, and I followed without hesitation. We were also covered in flour, able to be mistaken as a ghost, which wasn't hard for Killua but was hard for me.
We now sat on the floor, panting and letting small laughs float off of our mouths.
"That was fun," Killua sighed before looking around at the mess. "It's gonna be a pain to clean, though."
"But it was worth it," I hummed in response, before standing up and offering Killua a hand up. He took it, let go and turned and grabbed a broom from the broom closet, beginning to clean up.
As the clean up commenced, we would laugh a bit, talk about our classes. "Killua would complain about how loud Bisky and the rest of his classmates were, while I told him about how much I was learning in my biology classes.
It had been silent for a few seconds after we had finished cleaning up before Killua turned to me and smiled.
It was one of those rare smiles that he would allow to cross his face when he was really happy, or relaxed. And, for reasons unknown, I felt my heart flutter at the sight.
"Your such a dork," Killua laughed before walking towards his bedroom.
"What? What brought that on?"
"Nothin', just thought you needed to know that," he answered from inside his room and then came out a few seconds later with clean clothes. "I'm going to take a shower."
I watched as he disappeared into the bathroom.
My heart tightened and my stomach flipped as I forced myself to look away from the closed door.