A/N: Hahahahahaha! I update after nearly 2 months! And it's the vacation even! HAHA No, it's wasn't funny. I was joking. Hello again, awesome people who are keeping up with me on this! Thank you to all of you who dropped a review! I acknowledge them all, truly, honestly, from the bottom of my hypothalamus. *heart* And to everyone who are reading and waiting for this fanfic, thank you also! Please leave a review so I would know who you are. I apologize for not replying to a feedback like before. Reviews came fast one time and I couldn't keep up anymore, but I still thank you all. You have my sincerest gratitude :D

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CHAPTER TEN
HELL YES

The sun was shining high behind the clouds and the winter breeze was as fresh as ever, hitting the pale faces of Killua and Kurapika as they stepped out of the dark horror house and into the open. The number of people had noticeably increased since they last checked. Small screams of children and children at heart can be heard from the many different fast moving rides inside the amusement park.

Kurapika took a good amount of fresh oxygen deep into his lungs and pursed his lips to keep himself from revealing his wide impish smile. He silently cleared his throat and instantly stood straight to show his composed persona. He nonchalantly looked at the silver haired kid who was looking at him with wide screaming with disbelief and dread and panic and calmness all at the same time eyes. Kurapika pursed his lips harder to hold back that smile and casually asked, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Killua instantly looked away and crossed his arms, the warm blood rush of the sudden embarrassment of being caught looking was visibly seen on his cheeks. "You're weird." Have you been hanging out with Hisoka? Geez! I can't let my guard down.

Without emitting a sound, Kurapika chuckled and finally let his lips curl inevitably. You have no idea.

Let us do a little recap shall we? Long ago, not so very long ago–no, really, it was two days back–a certain silver haired ex-assassin who claims to be the coolest person in the world of Hunter X Hunter decided to let his coolness in for a test. Well, not really a test, he just simply wanted to stress that casually asking the Kuruta, who claims to be a pure blooded gent species with testosterone, about his ever popular gender-confusion issue is the best and easiest way to know the truth. Provided it will be him, our silver haired ex-assassin who claims to be the coolest person in Hunter X Hunter blah blah blah (Killua Zoldyck for short), who would do the talking. Besides, no one can do it better than him, right? So yeah, I know you get it (yes, because it's in the summary), Killua asked, asked, Kurapika if he is a boy or a girl–just like that.

But, apparently, though he preferred straightforwardness and though he appreciated Killua telling it directly to his face the three boys' escapades to truly learn what he really is, Kurapika was offended. Yes, he was seriously offended. First, because, his friends still doubt his gender though he directly told Killua that he is a man. Second, the silver haired kid confessed their outrageous antics directly in his face. Third, and lastly, they obviously insist that he is a girl, a woman, a female, a lady, a lass, a damsel, a miss. Plus Killua asked for proof. Kurapika suggested a lot of things, but him showing off his manhood to them was the only one accepted by the demanding Zoldyck. Of course he'd get pissed off. And it seemed that, when Kurapika's pissed off, he tends to revenge. He is a self-proclaimed master in the art of vengeance after all and not just any vengeance, he pays back hard and harsh.

So he decided to "strip" right there and then in front of Killua–publicly, where everyone in the world could see. Killua objected. He wouldn't want someone undressing in front of him where everyone could see (heh, that doesn't mean that he wouldn't mind someone undressing in front of him where no one could see, no, of course, not). Kurapika claimed to be pure and curious about what he did so he curiously acted all sexy and asked Killua when, where, and how he should strip in front of them directly to his ear with his breath brushing the silver haired kid's earlobes with his alluring whisper. He knew what he was doing, of course. And he got the response he was looking for. Killua's corrupted brain thought of all the possible things in the world about that so he quitted the interrogation.

If it wasn't for the silver haired kid showing an obvious reason for him to freak out in front of Kurapika, the blonde wouldn't even think about mocking Killua in the first place. But the ex-assassin did. He had a freaking scary nightmare about Kurapika completely–yes, completely–stripping in front of him and doing… things, for crying out loud. So, the blonde went for it. When they went on a vacation a day after the interrogation, Killua's worst nightmare began.

Now, because Gon insisted they should tour the park in two's–meaning; he and Leorio, Killua and Kurapika–and because he noticed that Killua was acting strange around Kurapika (which he seriously was), the silver haired and the blonde are now together, roaming around the park; with Kurapika thinking about his majestic plans to tease Killua while the latter is shrugging and wondering and mentally cursing everything because apparently he knows what is being done to him, which he shouldn't allow because that's how it should be. But he's all bummed up because Gon and Leorio were tailing them to see how they were doing. He couldn't run away. Gon would still persistently make him stay with Kurapika if ever he does that. So yeah, he couldn't do anything about it.

Kurapika took a deep breath and tapped his silver haired friend in the back for a head start which made Killua hiss in return. "Let's get bonding." Then he started walking.

The ex-assassin shrugged and he felt as though a cold sharp breeze of the winter wind brushed hard against the most sensitive parts of his skin when he heard the word b… b… bonding coming from Kurapika for the nth time now. He couldn't even think of saying that damn word. He couldn't even think of why Kurapika has been repeating that word to him since Gon and Leorio left them. But it's no use talking so he just followed the blonde while, again (it's becoming a habit), shooting death glares behind Kurapika's back. Tche. Why did I even agree with that thing in the first place?

Blackmail is a powerful thing.

Meanwhile inside the horror house, two certain raven haired guys stood firm 15 feet away from the exit, eyes so wide they were screaming with disbelief and dread and panic and curiosity and confusion all at the same time. They could've sworn they sensed a Hisoka-like aura, minus the need to kill, for your information, flying around the haunted thing. Both looked around, but their eyes led them to one common ground–and it was the ground where their blonde friend was standing in. They found it unbelievable, impossible, unfeasible, unreal, and ridiculous. How would Kurapika emit such aura (again, minus the need to kill, that is)? It's unthinkable! And without any reason they should know of too! I mean, sure, they've felt Kurapika emitting deadly aura before–with the Spider incident and whenever Leorio does something silly–but him emitting this kind of aura, this aura full of pure hoax, was not the most natural thing in the world.

Leorio, with that same expression locked in his face, turned his gaze down at Gon and waited for the latter to speak.

After a few seconds, Gon turned his head towards the tall man. "Leori–"

"I have an idea."

"What?"

Kurapika stopped in his tracks and turned around to face the intense-aura emitting Zoldyck who looked like he couldn't pay any more attention to the blonde at that moment. The Kuruta felt like pinching Killua's ears violently so he would get his attention. But instead he gave a refreshing look on his face. "My question was whether or not you have been to this kind of place before."

The silver haired kid nonchalantly looked at the blonde and thought of how ridiculous the question was before answering, "I have."

The Kuruta's eyes grew wide and his expression obviously changed from being cool to being surprised. He blinked. So my assumptions were false? Then he subconsciously spurted out the follow up question of "When?" without warning.

Killua's eyebrows creased. Since when did he care about this kind of information? He thought while placing his hands carefully inside his pockets, suspiciously staring at Kurapika. But he answered honestly anyway, though with caution. "I was six and I was assigned to kill this mafia kid around my age. That's it." The ex-assassin was reading Kurapika's reaction. "Why did you ask… all of a sudden?"

Oh… Kurapika blinked and looked down, silently praying for that poor child's soul and for Killua. I am partly correct, though.

What the heck's up now, huh? "Oi, oi, reality check; I was an assassin, remember?" Killua uttered, wondering why he needed to explain.

"So, you never did anything after that?" Kurapika asked, turning his back towards the silver haired kid.

Killua's eyes creased even more. "What do you mean?"

"If you ever had given yourself a reward after; given that you're in an amusement park at that time."

The ex-assassin sneered and looked away with closed eyes. "I never had a chance to."

A small curve replaced the expressionless look on Kurapika's face. "I assume you wanted to, am I correct–since you were so young?"

". . ." Killua gulped. What's all of these, all of a sudden!?

"Anyway, I am not going to force you to answer verbally since people who couldn't answer a question directly means that they inwardly agree to the obvious hypothesis of that certain question," Kurapika stated casually (as in casually the know-it-all dude).

Killua snapped his head towards the blonde with disbelief. "What are you talking about?"

"So," Kurapika continued. "Since my theory has proven to be correct by the subject, I can now openly say that you and I are the same, Killua. Only that, I absolutely have never been to this kind of place before."

The silver haired kid blinked. He seriously didn't get the instant pointless speech from the blonde. "Why… Why are you telling me this?" he carefully asked.

"I just thought you should know–because your mind might be wandering somewhere while walking with me. I am not as lively as Gon, obviously, and you are probably just forcing yourself to be with me on this, so, I apologize." The Kuruta bowed his head a little to show his rueful being at that time.

Killua's brain was filled with confusion and disbelief and triumph. He wanted to laugh evilly and point at the blonde and accuse him of everything. But he was curious as to why Kurapika just suddenly apologized without warning.

Kurapika was waiting for a response.

What should I do? Say it's okay? Ah, no! I should take advantage of this. This is my chance. This is it! The silver haired kid instinctively tried to feel the tailing people's auras again and… Hey wait– Where the hell are they now? Killua's senses wandered off the bushes near them but he didn't find what he was looking for. Leorio and Gon… are gone? "Hey, Kurapika."

The Kuruta turned his gaze down the silver haired kid when he heard his serious voice. Did I miscalculate something…?

"Gon and Leorio."

Kurapika gasped. It felt as though a single loud thump of thunder and lightning came across his hearing and vision. He has forgotten that tiny information. He has forgotten that Gon and Leorio were tailing them! How could he have made that giant error!?

And Killua saw that in Kurapika's eyes. The Kuruta wasn't bad at covering up his true reactions, no. Killua was just observant and… superhuman (just like Gon, of course, pfft). So instead of being skeptical about the fact that Leorio and Gon weren't around to watch their moves, he chose to be enthusiastic about it. He shall take the advantage. And besides, Gon wouldn't be there whenever he says or does something… disrespectful to Kurapika. It's payback time. As long as I won't get near his face, pfft. He snickered inwardly and crossed his arms against his chest, speaking casually. "Guess they got tired of tailing. Not like we wanted them to tail us, anyway."

Kurapika again felt a loud thump of thunder and lightning coming across his hearing and vision. 'Not like we wanted them to tail us anyway…' I had hoped they could have tailed us until now. Then he sighed. Well, damn, too bad. I guess I have to push through with the original idea. Kurapika shrugged. "Yeah, I guess."

Killua wanted to roll on the floor laughing while pointing at Kurapika because of his expression. He pursed his lips then looked away.

The blonde noticed that and his logical brain cells instantly told him that the ex-assassin was up to something. A nerve was visible on Kurapika's temples when he saw Killua covering his mouth 'ignorantly' while trying to hide his face. Yes, he was definitely sure about that. Killua was up to something. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Fine, if you want to play hard… Kurapika opened his eyes and forced a smile. "Leorio and Gon might be enjoying the day in the park right now. So, shall we give it a go?" You are going to regret this.

Killua took a deep breath and threw his arms behind his head with a nonchalant look on his face. "Yeah, sure." Then he snickered inwardly. You are gonna regret this.

Clattering noises can be heard from inside a small cubicle of the park's one and only men's wash room as Leorio was examining and admiring his beautiful face in the mirror, thinking about his glorious plans and all the things that will follow when…

Thump.

"Ow! Leorio! Why do I have to be the one wearing this again?" a small voice from that certain cubicle called out curiously–sounding as if he does not like whatever it is he was forced to do… or wear.

Leorio rubbed his newly shaved sideburns and ran his fingers down to his chin with that same self-admiration look on his face. "But of course, my good friend!" he yelled back, holding his palms up in the air for full conviction. "You wouldn't want to walk around the park with a tall man wearing children's clothes, now, would you?"

"Err… Guess so…" Gon answered, sounding as though he was trying to force Leorio's silly logic into his well-functioning brain.

"Right. Trust me Gon, you'll look… cute in that thing," Leorio mused, turning around and talking to the cubicle door where Gon was. "And we wouldn't get caught~" he sang.

Gon could only sigh.

Now, back to the pretty boys…

Killua and Kurapika were walking around the park, both looking around, finding something interesting they could use as instruments for their individual plans. Apparently, since Gon and Leorio weren't following them anymore (for now), they have had the spirit to completely show their true colors. Well, not exactly, they just plan to do something fishy to each other without the other knowing all about it. Killua was planning on paying Kurapika back his ridiculousness after all that he put him through while Kurapika was planning on going with his primary objective–all because nobody they know was watching them.

Heh, let's see how this goes.

Spotting something, Killua excused himself to 'get something he dropped somewhere' around the park. Kurapika complied happily and took the chance to go to the opposite direction.

Getting back on the road together, a huge man with buff muscles came approaching the two with a bouquet of red roses in his hands, handing it to Kurapika, and flying a disgusting kiss towards his direction. The blonde froze and 'You have got to be kidding me!' was all that shouted in his mind. Killua was on the verge of having jaw spasms for holding back a gigantic amount of laughter.

After a few steps, with a groan and an evil grin, Kurapika had Killua hold 'his' flowers to 'answer a very important phone call.' Still laughing, Killua took them. Then a bunch of screaming and squealing and giggling little girls came running towards him, each hugging him and touching his face and pinching his cheeks and poking him, grabbing a stem of rose before walking away. Killua felt like bees stung him to death. He shivered and wiped himself violently while looking around. Apparently he was strangely under a very strange 'free roses' booth. His face was passionately twisted. What the f–

Kurapika came back after a minute of concentration and composure, holding back a huge grin he failed at doing. Sneering, Killua forced a smile when Kurapika asked about the flowers. He then dragged the blonde to a fortune-teller. The old lady, with a confused look at first while looking at the two to and fro, prophesied Kurapika's case by saying that he 'is a ridiculous sadistic person who tortures people's minds for no particular reason at all' and that he will 'marry a lesbian thinking that he was female all this time'.

Thanking the lady for her helpful fortune-telling abilities, the blonde forced the snickering Killua to sit and be told of his fortune. Wiping sweat from her forehead and laughing silently, the old woman then prophesied Killua's case by saying that he is 'an insensitive in-denial little imp that can't accept the changes brought about by his puberty' and that he will 'die alone if he kept up with maintaining his supposedly cool air and casually cruel frank way of speaking'. Standing up and glaring at the grinning Kuruta, Killua shot the woman a sharp look before shoving 10 Jennies in front of her.

Cooling his head while walking, Killua turned to another pathway with Kurapika walking beside him. There they walked past many, many, many huge men with buff muscles on the shoulders and neck and face, whistling towards Kurapika and giving him dirty pervy looks and gestures. Two or three even called him 'babe'. His blood boiled so much his eyes were slightly red, glaring back at the men with a look of 'shut the fuck up or I'll smash your face in your buttholes and skin you and spread salt in your wounds and display you all at the center of earth until you burn to death' in his face. Oh how badly he wanted to strangle the snickering little devil walking in front of him.

Instead he took a rough deep breath and smiled as he walked beside Killua, placing his right arm around his shoulders firmly–making the snow-haired kid blush. Kurapika smirked and pulled Killua tightly, leading the way. Unaware of where they were going because of the hot blood rush in his head, Killua found himself standing in front of a booth–a kissing booth. He almost puked when a beautiful woman leaned over the counter and smiled at him. His expression was indescribable when he looked at Kurapika who told the lady that he can't be the one she should kiss because he 'is a lady herself', but it was even more indescribable when the blonde suggested Killua should be the one instead, telling him it'd be nice, because apparently, the kissing booth was for charity.

Kurapika, throwing 20 Jennies in the little box and smirking at the sour looking horrified pissed Killua, pushed the kid forward. The beautiful, good-natured lady kept that refreshing smile on her face while leaning forward–to which Killua found ridiculously disgusting. He wanted to bury Kurapika alive and dance on his grave at that moment, not to mention scrape that smile off the woman's face. He turned to glare at her, but hot blood came rushing through his cheeks in an ungodly manner when he found her face so so so close to his. He freaked out, and before he knew it, a small 3-second peck was all he felt on his left cheek. The lady patted his burning skin before bowing in gratitude to Kurapika.

The blonde, on the other side, kept his arm firm around Killua's shoulders to guide him away from the booth and walked again; because the kid was practically frozen. A huge grin lingered on his lips. He chuckled when he turned his gaze to the stunned Killua and thought of how adorable he looked when he received the kiss.

Killua, on the other hand, was feeling raging emotions crawling against his skin, towards his fingers. He was so pissed off that he would give anything, anything, for a chance to kick Kurapika's balls in. Yeah, if he had any. He released a silent groan from his throat, closing his eyes and shrugging the anger away–and shrugging Kurapika's arm off, which he failed to do. He had to get back at him immediately so that that irritating annoying grin can finally be wiped out of his face, and also to save his own humiliated ass from further… humiliation.

After another wince, Killua took a deep breath and opened his eyes–only to pause in his tracks to gaze upon a seemingly strange entity standing before him. He tilted his head and furrowed his eyebrows, glancing up at Kurapika who seemed to stare at the strange entity himself. He turned back to the being. Apparently, it was a human being, a strange small human being inside a mascot that appears to wear diapers in his everyday living. And apparently someone he knew. The costume was a well-fitted naked thing, complete with wings on its back, a bag of heart-shaped pointed plastic arrows strapped around its body, and a bow–which the person wearing the mascot was holding in his shaking hands. His face was the only thing that stuck out of the costume–his flushed, forcibly happy face.

What the freaking hell on earth has gotten into this idiot's coconut!?

Killua felt like laughing, and tackling the idiot in front of him for everything. The costume was stupidly humiliating. But he chose to keep it in. He pursed his lips and let his face muscles relax when he felt in Kurapika's arm around him that the blonde did the same. Killua took a deep breath and acted more like himself in front of the diapered mascot person, placing his hands in his pockets and staring down the person in front of him from head to foot, waiting for him to say something.

Something utterly stupid.

The boy his height and age fidgeted and blushed even more from Killua's intense stare, and finally looking up at them and smiling nervously, he stuttered; "H-Hello, I'm C-C-Cupid-d!"

Killua wanted to bang his head on the ground and laugh his soul out.

Kurapika's smile twitched.

Cupid sighed, embarrassed tears appearing in the corners of his big honey-brown eyes.

Yup, there was no doubt…

"Hello!" Cupid repeated, his face as red, forcing his humiliated body to stand erect.

Killua took a deep breath–to take the laughter in–and stared at Cupid again with a sardonic smirk on his face. Hello, captain obvious.

"Hello," Kurapika greeted back, dropping his arm off Killua's shoulders.

Killua felt like rolling his eyes, but he was too amazed by the idiot diapered person's guts.

There was a moment of pure silence between the three of them; Killua and Kurapika staring at Cupid and waiting for him to say something interesting, and Cupid staring back to and fro the two people in front of him, not knowing where to begin. He fidgeted immensely, especially when his gaze fell upon Killua's smirking face. After the ridiculously silent pause, Cupid pouted.

There was no doubt…

Gon.

They both knew it the moment he appeared anyway.

Seeing that sad pout on diapered Cupid Gon's face, Kurapika's blood slightly boiled. He resisted the urge to ask where Leorio was so he can destroy his face, make him wear the stupid diaper costume, and display him where everyone in the world can see. He decided to play along. Revealing that he knew it was Gon might increase the humiliation the kid was feeling even more. Then he looked at the smirking Killua. Diapered Cupid Gon wouldn't be able to say anything with that teasing face, alright. The blonde sighed and sent a small smile to Cupid, starting; "Are you here to tell us something… Cupid?"

Uh-oh. Too nice. Kurapika hid a sigh, and cursed himself for calling Gon that.

But Cupid's eyes grew happy-bright when he nodded and smiled at Kurapika. "I'm here to invite you to try–"

"Hey, stupid Cupid."

"Eh?" Cupid Gon slowly turned his gaze to Killua with the smile still stuck to his face.

Killua's smirk grew more and more teasingly. He raised an eyebrow. "Why're you in diapers?"

Kurapika wanted to slap his own forehead.

Gon's smile twitched, but he continued. "I am inviting you to–"

"Hey, stuuuuuuupid Cupid."

This time, it was his eyebrows that twitched.

"Why do you walk around naked? And why're you bringing really stuuuuuuuuuuuuupid things around?"

Gon faked a laugh, trying to stay in character. Don't laugh at me! "They're part of–"

"Sorry really stupid, stupid Cupid," Killua cut him short again, shrugging and jabbing his thumb towards the person beside him, "but we gotta scoot. Diapers aren't really our thing, you know." He turned left to walk away, slightly elbowing the confused Kuruta who followed. "See ya," Killua added, sending a teasing look towards Cupid.

Kurapika sent him a small concerned smile before turning the other way.

Cupid was left standing in the middle of the park with steam leaving his pores because of the mix of humiliation and rejection and the thought of 'What have I done?'.

While Killua and Kurapika kept walking away side by side, not disclosing even a single word about what had happened–their individual shenanigans long forgotten. They both knew it was Gon, and they both knew it was Leorio who had him do it; but there was one thing they both differ in thought–Kurapika completely wondering why Gon would let himself do such a thing, and Killua knowing everything about it.

The latter groaned, and muttered a very faint "Leorio, I'll kill you," between gritted teeth.

To which the blonde heard, considering it as a head start for a conversation. But when he looked at Killua, he chose to remain silent, thinking it might not be best if he'd bring up the topic of Gon magically appearing in front of them in a naked diapered kid's costume. He sighed to himself. Gon, you're letting your good-natured personality betray your pride.

"Gon, what happened!? They're walking towards the other way!" Leorio exclaimed, running towards the standing diapered cupid. He then paused, facing the back of the silent Gon. "…Gon?"

Ignores.

Leorio leaned forward and stepped in front of the kid, only to have his eyes gawking wide. "G-Gon!"

With the usual thoughtful smile on his face, Gon was slowly tearing the costume down little by little, like it was a piece of paper, with his aura spiking and his face frying hot, repeating the words "I'm okay" as soft and calm as his voice was.

Leorio's knees went shaking.

Thoughts were mashing up inside the brain of the silver haired kid as he stomped his way towards nowhere. The question of why was used in many different sentences inside his head. Why would Gon get himself in such trouble only to spy on me? Why would he spy on me? Why are they doing this? Why is Kurapika still here? Why am I even living with this? Whyyyyyy!?

Kurapika immediately felt Killua's aura spiking. He walked with longer strides, trying to catch up with the fast walking Zoldyck. He had an eerie feeling that his self-jester shenanigans were about to end, and Killua suddenly stopping was his confirmation–sort of. He stopped in his tracks as well and waited for what his companion was to say.

"Kurapika." Killua took out his hands from inside his pockets and turned around to face the blonde. His expression was normal–normal Killua–but his air gave this unusually… lethal and… frightening feel. "Let's go to the arcades."

The blonde just nodded and complied while contemplating Killua's mood.

TBC

What could Killua be thinking that triggered his murderous aura? Will Kurapika keep mentally torturing Killua until the end? What will Gon and Leorio do next? Will they ever meet up!?

Find it all out after 3 darn long months set by the lazy authoress! Haha, no, that was a joke. I might update fast this time sooooo please leave a review! Leave a review! Review! Review. Review... =D