Gon saw what Killua meant upon arriving to school the next morning.

No one looked at either of them as they walked through the school gates.

"Um, Killua?" He asked as yet another group quickly turned away when he tried catching their gaze. "Why isn't anyone looking at us?"

"Welcome to the club." Killua responded bitterly, though a catlike grin would spread across his features. "Retz must have told everyone about meeting Illumi. See, no one here has actually met my family. They've only heard about them on the news and through rumors. So now that she's actually seen him, she's freaked out and spread the word."

"Well." Gon tapped his chin. "Your brother is creepy as shit."

Killua laughed and clapped him on the back. "But now it means you're marked, like me. Meaning everyone will avoid you like the plague."

Gon didn't seem bothered by this at all.

Being ignored turned out to be a pleasant change compared to the usual taunts that would be thrown their way. Gon and Killua still retreated to the bleachers for lunch, out of habit and for the fact that they preferred not to be ogled and whispered about as the rest of the student body chose to do that day, while still avoiding direct eye contact with them.

"You know, I don't mind being invisible." Gon would comment as he opened up the bento box his Aunt Mito had prepared for him that day, making one for Killua as well.

"I'm pretty much used to it." Killua added, situating his chopsticks between his fingers as he began to pick at the rice ball in his lunch. "And we don't have Retz snarling down our necks."

"You make her sound like a rabid dog."

"She basically is."

Laughter ensued from the pair.

"No, but in all seriousness Killua." Caramel eyes narrowed in the pale boy's direction. "Don't feel bad about getting me marked."

"What are you talking about?" The young Zoldyck scoffed, as he then stuffed his rice ball into his mouth.

"I know you, Killua. It's been written on your face all day."

Killua would turn to face Gon, mouth full and finding himself staring into the serious gaze of his best friend.

It took a moment for him to speak, as he had to swallow his food, before he set down his chopsticks with a sigh. "You know me too well, don't you?" Cerulean eyes stared down at the floor of the bleachers.

"Well, I'm supposed to, aren't I?" Gon piped out, continuing to eat heartily, hardly finding the situation awkward unlike his friend beside him.

"I suppose so. This whole best friend thing is still new to me."

Gon paused, brows furrowing at Killua's choice of words. It seemed the white haired boy still considered them as best friends despite all the kisses and time spent together, including their date. This didn't bother him. In fact, it only made Gon that much more determined to make his feelings more clear, as stubborn as he was.

"Well, we've got all the time in the world, ya know."

Killua blinks at him. "You're really never going to give up on me, are you?"

"Of course not, Killua. We're already best friends."

Turning away, Killua says nothing, but a faint smile would appear on their lips as the rest of their lunch was spent in a comfortable silence.

After school, upon the final bell ringing, Gon would get up from his seat and turn to Killua, who was putting his things away into his backpack.

"Ne, Killua. Can you come over today?"

"Sure. My brother left this morning to meet back up with my parents. He won't be back for awhile."

This brightened up Gon's features and he slung his backpack over his shoulder before grabbing Killua's wrist, just as the boy was zipping up his backpack.

"O-oi, Gon!" Killua cried, as the crowds of students would instantly avert their path to allow the pair to go through. "Slow down!"

But Gon would not slow down. For some reason, he was giddy and anxious to get home, knowing his Aunt Mito would not be there.

Retz, unfortunately, was waiting for them at the bottom of the school steps.

Though she looked rather timid in comparison to her former self.

Skidding to a stop, Gon glared at her, expecting some form or retort or taunt from the blonde.

"Don't give me that look." She'd say, tentatively holding out a flyer towards them with a shaky hand. "I just wanted to give you this. It's an invitation to my annual back to school party."

Gon took the flier and glanced over it. The party was dated to be two weeks from now.

"That flyer will allow admission to the both of you."

"Alright." Gon replied evenly. "We'll be there."

With a curt nod, Retz would flounce away, followed by her usual pack of clones.

"Can't believe she still invited us to her party." Killua scoffed, once she was out of earshot.

"Well that was the plan, wasn't it?" Gon asked as he handed the flier to him so he could look it over.

"Well...yeah, but you think our plan should still be set in motion?"

Gon laughed. "Come on, Killua. You know her better than I do. Retz won't give up, especially not after being humiliated like that yesterday. No. She'll come back and she'll be ten times worse."

"That's true." Killua's gaze darkens as he stuffs the flier into his backpack. "Maybe we should go over our plan one more time."

"Nuh uh." Gon shook his head. "I don't want to spend time with you just to talk about her."

"Then what do you want to do?" Killua asked quizzically, raising his brows at him.

Gon didn't answer and chose to just smile at him. There was something mischievous about that smile, that Killua really didn't want to know what the tan boy had in mind.

"G-gon! What're you doing?!"

Upon entering the living room of Gon's home, Killua had barley set down his backpack when the slightly shorter male suddenly pushed him back onto the couch centered in the middle of the room and straddled him.

Not responding, he presses his lips onto Killua's pale, cold ones furiously, tan hands moving to run through white fluffy locks.

"G-Gon!" Killua managed to push him away to huff out breathlessly. "What about your Aunt Mito?"

"She won't be home until six, remember?" That being said, Gon kicks off his shoes, and they hit the floor with a thump before he resumes their kissing.

Killua returns it rather flustered and sloppily, unable to keep up with Gon's quick expert movements. Where the hell did he learn to kiss so good?
style="font-size: 16pt;"Was the thought to pass through the pale boy's fuzzy conscious, as he recalled their previous kisses and remembered they too, were somewhat experienced, from the way Gon's lips moved against his, to the way Gon would caress him, gently and delicately.

Any sane person would declare that the two twelve year old boys were moving too fast in their relationship. But was that what this was? Killua himself wasn't sure as it was never verbally put out there that they were more than best friends. He was completely unbeknownst to Gon's thoughts earlier at lunch.

Finally succumbing to the ferocious make out session he was suddenly dragged into, Killua wraps his arms around Gon's neck, shrugging off his own shoes as his pale fingers brush the dark tresses at Gon's neck.

It soon grew heated, sweat glistening across both their brows, and the only sounds to be heard were the smacking and sucking of their lips, and the soft sounds that would ensue, mostly from Killua.

Before long, Gon's lips would trail to Killua's jawline, peppering kisses all along the pale chin until he went down to the soft neck, giving it a nip, which induced a mewl from the pale boy.

"Christ, Gon." Killua hissed. "Easy, will you?"

"Sorry." Gon giggled, sitting up and looking down at him. So pretty. Killua is so pretty. He thought absentmindedly as his caramel eyes greedily tried to drink in the sight of his best friend, who's pale cheeks were flushed and who donned red lips from all their kissing.

"You don't look sorry." Killua wrinkled up his nose and that's when Gon noticed the faint freckles that spread across it, something he hadn't noticed before.

Ah, he's so cute.

Unable to resist this new knowledge, he dove in again to capture pale lips with his tan ones and their make out session resumed until it soon grew dark outside and the sound of the front door opening would be heard, quickly interrupting them.

"Gon?" Aunt Mito's voice carrying down the hall caused both boys to quickly pull apart. "Are you home?"

Her footsteps echoed down the hall until she reached them, barley making them out in the now darkened room.

"Gon?" She flipped on the lights, a frown curving down her lips. "What are you both doing in the dark?"

Gon sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, his tongue sticking out from in between his lips. "Oh, nothinggggg."