It has been a while since I updated, and I could only come up with pathetic excuses. I'm sorry. I also have a hard time to think of ideas to portray the development of the romantic feelings for each other.

Let's just jump from the excuses and to the story shall we?

P.S. I know the previous chapter's point of view had been confusing and I apologise for that. I was wondering is it partly the reason of the way of calling of Katsuo and Hideo? (I know the last part, the point of view has been switched suddenly in the previous chapter.) Because I was referring to the two by –sama even in narrative form. Is that what has been confusing you? Then I shall refer the two without the –sama to differentiate the different point of views. Sorry for any inconvenience or frustration when reading the previous chapters.

Disclaimer: HXH will never belong to me.


Of course, needless to say, Hideo-sama and Katsuo-sama has been true to their words and came for me the very next day. Although the sex had been a little more rough than usual, at least it's better than a freaking painful threesome. And for that, I'm really grateful to Gon.

To be truthful, Gon has made me interested. I mean, it's my first time seeing such a naïve and untainted person. By untainted I mean not bearing any greed for fame and power. He does not suck up to those in authority and stubbornly stick to his morals and principles. I must really respect the person who had raised him.

Speaking of which, I wonder if the person is still…in this world? Don't get me wrong, I am not cursing the person. I was just thinking if Gon's family is still alive as, well, mine is dead. Okay, hold your tears. I don't need any sympathy or pity. Ah, this subject is getting depressing. Switch.

"Killua? Are you okay?"

I snapped up to meet Amaki's concerned pink orbs. Concerned? Why was he concerned? Was there anything wrong?

My brows were knitted together when I replied, albeit quizzically. "*coughs*Nothing's wrong. Why?"

Amaki frowned at my oblivious reply but widened his eyes flecked with worry when he saw a customer making his way towards us, specifically towards me. I was ready to switch on my seductive mode when Amaki held my elbow firmly. He shook his head no before pulling me behind, making it seem like I was hiding behind Amaki.

"E-Eh? Amaki? There's a customer…*coughs*"

Amaki ignored my question and put on his fake smile when the customer asked for me. He sweetly said this, which confused me to no end:

"I'm sorry Master, but it seems that our Killua here has fallen sick. Thus he would not be able to attend to you tonight. I hope you can understand and pick someone else."

Wait? Me? Fallen sick? What?!

The customer clicked his tongue and hissed a string of curses as he reluctantly went to look for someone else. Amaki then pulled me to our room and closed the door. Without any word, he pushed me to face the mirror and tilted his head towards it, telling me see my reflection.

What I saw almost made me question if the person standing right in front of me was, well, really me. My hair has lost its usual shine, making it dull lavender white. My face was flushed as if I had just eaten something really spicy. My azure eyes looked weary with some veins visible with the whites around my pupil.

…Is this really me?

"Please don't tell me you didn't notice. You were already coughing just now." Amaki sighed exasperatedly and literally face-palmed himself.

With no excuses, I just smiled sheepishly and scratched my cheek. Well, I was just too distracted with thoughts of Gon to even bother my health condition…Wait, scratch that. Just make it 'some thoughts' instead of the above statement.

Amaki steered me gently towards my bed and making me lay on it. He then covered the quilt on me just like what a mother would do before patting my head and brushing my hair.

"I will inform Ms Ran so don't you worry. I will get some medicine for you later so just focus on resting. Sleep well, Killua."

And before I could even say my thanks to my inseparable friend, I had already fallen into deep slumber.


I softly and slowly closed the door, sparing another glance at my sick friend. Seeing Killua in such a state pains me. I have never seen Killua looking so weak before, and I'm scared and unsure of what to do. Killua seldom fall sick and I never had the chance like now to look after him. It was always him who took care of me like a big brother.

Always eh? I guess now it's the time for me to be the one to take care of him.

After informing Ms Ran about Killua's current situation, I had left the shop to get medicine for Killua. The look of disgust and frustration on Ms Ran's heavy rogue face didn't left my mind. I could feel anger slowly bubbling within me, trying to make its escape. I still could not believe that Ms Ran does not have an ounce of sympathy or any human emotions. All she has her eyes on are money, money and more money. Although she was the one who had rescued Killua and me from the streets, the feeling of disgust of her character overpowers my gratefulness towards the same woman.

Women are terrifying creatures. You can never guess what they are thinking about.

"Amaki? What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be at the shop dealing with customers?"

I turned to my left to find the one who was holding a torch for my dear friend. His arms were full of big and small packages, and the pile of it covered his face except for his honey-coloured irises.

"I could ask the same thing to you too. Shouldn't you be at the shop cleaning?"

"I was helping Ms Ran on some errands."

"She could be the demon sometimes. Your job is a cleaner, not a servant."

"It's okay, I don't really mind anyways. Now back to my question: What are you doing here?"

"I was getting medicine for Killua. He's sick."

The next thing I heard was the thumping of the packages in his arms making contact with the cold concrete floor. I looked at the pile on the floor and back to Gon. His eyes were widened to the size of saucers, his mouth agape with stunned silence. I almost laugh at him trying to make coherent sentences while still processing the new information.

"W-What?! K-Killua's sick?! How's he? Is he okay? What is he down with? What kind of medicine does he need? I will go get it for him! Ah! Is he still serving customers?! Not good! He should quickly rest to get better soon! Ah, maybe I should ask the grandpa down the street for any recipes for…Wait. What was he down with again?"

I raised my hands in surrender mode when he finally stopped, and spoke slowly," Hold your horses boy. One question at a time. Killua is now sleeping in our room, I have already informed Ms Ran about his condition and she had excused him for the rest of the night. He's having a fever, and a slight sore throat. Wanna go with me to get the medicine?"

Gon do not need any more moments of hesitation as he quickly picked up the fallen pile of packages and bobbed his head up and down real fast.


I wonder if he's alright. Is he in pain? Is he in need of help? Is he suffering? Oh my, this is such a long time since I have gotten so worked up.

To be honest, I have gotten more attached to Killua. When he hugged me yesterday, I could feel my heartbeat thumping loudly against my chest. I wonder if he could hear it too… Although his hug was purely out of gratitude.

Actually after that night, I did some thinking. Although I'm never good at using my head, at least I could come up with a conclusion.

I…am beginning to like Killua, with romantic feelings.

How do I know? I have asked Mito-san last night, how does it feel to like someone else romantically? After being teased for a whole full hour, Mito-san then told me that I would keep thinking about that person and would want to see that person every moment. She also added that that person would always be on my mind for most of the time.

And that definitely are the symptoms these past few days.

"Let's hurry up, Killua is waiting for us."

"O-Okay."

Wait for me Killua. I-I mean us. I will be by your side soon.


It breaks my heart to see Killua in such a state. Although I have heard from Amaki that he has a fever, he…looks worse than I had imagined. His face was covered with beads of perspiration and flushed. He keeps turning in his sleep and mumbling "Water…water…". The quilt originally covering him was flung to the cold hard floor.

I quickly sprung into action and once again covered Killua with his quilt. Amaki went to get a basin of water and some towels. I noticed the pitcher of water at the bedside table and went to pour a glass of water for the medicine.

Before I could wake up Killua for him to take his medicine, I realized Killua probably has not eaten yet. I quickly hold Killua up to take some sips of water before setting it down beside Killua within arm's reach. I briefly whispered a "Wait for me Killua." before leaving the room and to the kitchen.

I could care less about the errands Ms Ran gave me now; all it matters to me was Killua's health condition. I asked the chef to prepare a bowl of porridge which he had kindly done so. I thanked him before carrying the bowl of liquid food carefully upstairs, with caution not to spill any over.

Once inside the room I found Amaki already wringing a towel which has absorbed the water and placing it over Killua's forehead. Amaki noticed what I was carrying and gently tapped on Killua's flushed cheeks to wake him up.

Killua did not groggily, his eyes half-lidded with exhaustion. He leaned his weight against Amaki while I spoon-fed him with the hot porridge. Of course I had blown on it before giving it to him. I would not want Killua to get burn.

After finishing the bowl of porridge in quite a high speed (he must have been hungry), Amaki whispered to him that he must take his medicine first before getting back to sleep. At first he frowned and refused to swallow the medicine held out to him, but after I replaced Amaki's position and begged him to take his medicine, he finally gave in—but on one condition.

"A-Amaki? W-What did I just hear?"

"He's sick. Just give in to him."

"…"

I gulped audibly before finally nodding my head. Killua cheered adorably before quickly swallowing the medicine and replace the bitter taste of it with a refreshing gulp of water. Like what a cheery kid waiting for a bedtime story would do, he quickly laid down on the edge of the bed before patting the available space, inviting me to do the same.

I casted one last uneasy glance at Amaki before following Killua and laid down on his bed. Killua let out a cheerful squeal before snuggling closer to me until his face was facing my chest. I awkwardly put one arm around his waist and hugged him softly. Amaki just chuckled at the scene before him before leaving the room to attend the customers.

Killua was already snoring softly with a contented smile plastered on his face. I relished the contact of his slender waist in my arms. Killua's so…thin and seemed so fragile. I stared at his angelic face not of this world and caressed his cheek lovably before going to slumberland myself too.

There. I try to make this chapter longer. For the POV thing, would you prefer the standard? Eg. Killua's POV, Gon's POV etc. Please review to tell me about it. If there's anything more that confuses you then do leave a review to inform me about it. I will do my best to make it clear. Until the next chapter, adieu~