A Promise is A Promise
By: Rei Tomiyama
AN: Sorry about what's going to happen here. Believe me, I didn't like writing it either. But anyway, this chapter and the one that will follow it shall explain my out-of-the-blue fiction "I Am…"
Oh, and before I forget, to "The Cat", you're about to find out the answer to your question about "I Am…".
Chapter Seven-The Little Boy Named Gon
I have it! I know what my next trick is going to be now. "Hey!" I yelled to the students at the sides, "Could you put the hurdles side by side? You know, so I can do something?" Then I noticed there was a small kid at the front line, so I skidded to a stop and asked him gently, "What are you doing here? Why aren't you with your friends? I'm sure you'll be happier if you join them instead of watching this silly competition."
The little boy shook his head sadly and replied, "I don't have any. I just transferred to this school too, and I haven't met anyone who likes me. Then he smiled brightly and looked up at me, "But it's okay, I think, no, I know that we'll be friends!"
I had to stifle a gasp when I saw his face. It was like seeing Gon alive again, only younger. The spiked up hair, the sparkling brown eyes, the ever-smiling mouth, it was all the same. I questioned him again, "What's your name? In what grade are you in?'
"I'm in 2nd grade. My name's Gon. I found out all about you from my other classmates. You see, they were all talking about the match that would happen this afternoon." The little boy replied.
"Your name's Gon??" Wow. Talk about coincidences. Not only did this boy have Gon's physical attributes, he also had Gon's name! I really can't believe I found someone who could be Gon's younger sibling! He never mentioned anything about having other members of the family besides his aunt and his grandmother.
The younger boy named Gon answered, "Yes." I was really baffled now. "Then what's your surname?"
"I don't know. You see, I'm alone now, and grandpa never told me what our last name was. I went to America with my grandpa, but he died shortly, so I'm alone in the house." There was a hint of loneliness in the little boy's voice. I could understand him, though, since I experienced the same thing just months ago. But I had a plan now.
"Why don't you accompany me to my house later? At least you won't be alone for a while." Little Gon agreed so it was set. We were to meet at the playground, then go to my apartment.
Little Gon's P.O.V.
"Hey, I heard from my older brother in 8th grade that there's gonna be a match today in skateboarding!" I overheard my classmate, Rick talking excitedly to his friend, Paul. Who were they talking about?
"Yeah, heard it was between an exchange student and Watson." Paul replied smugly for knowing the information. "An exchange student will never beat someone who has practiced the skateboard for years!" Rick said firmly, and his glittering eyes fell on me as he spoke, while a confident sneer made its way on his mouth.
I shrank back, afraid that I had done something to anger him, though I didn't know exactly what. Then Paul argued, "Hey, that's not so! My brother said the guy who had challenged Watson was really excellent at using it. You never know what might happen."
I thought to myself, 'So he's a transfer student too. Maybe I can befriend him. If so, then at least I'll have an older brother and a friend too!"
That's why when it was lunchtime, I wolfed down my food and went to the middle school building to watch.
When I saw him turn four somersaults, I was amazed. I'd never seen anyone do four consecutive moves without having extra steps or having a perfect landing too! I had thought it was impossible, until now. I really hope we'll be friends!
He stopped and talked to me. He talked to me! He talked to me! I can't believe he'd talk to an ordinary 2nd grader like me. Maybe, just maybe, he's friendly and I'll have no problem in gaining a friend.
He asked me, "Why aren't you with your friends? I'm sure you'll be happier with them than watching a silly competition." I shook my head and quietly answered, "I don't have any. I'm just a transfer student." But even though I was lonely, I felt that we would be the best of friends. So I told him. And to my surprise he asked my name. I replied, "Gon." I wonder why he was shocked.
And it was a big surprise when he asked me to go together with him. And he lived alone too! He must really be good at taking care of himself. Since my grandpa died last week, I was almost always late for school. And when I finally stepped inside the classroom, my teacher noticed at once that my uniform was rumpled. And I didn't have enough money for fare, with what grandpa left me, so I had to walk five miles home. I reached it at about five already, although we were dismissed at two o'clock. It was because every mile I traveled, I had to rest so I could continue.
He, on the other hand, managed to get away with not wearing the school uniform. And he didn't walk; he used his skateboard instead to cover a large distance. I really admire him, though I myself don't know the reason.
Killua's P.O.V.
Anyway, I had already come up with a trick, and I had already gained… a friend?… maybe not… so, I don't know, it's a lucky streak.
Once all the hurdles were set side by side in front position, I went back to the starting line. Some curious people asked me, "Why are you going back? You're only wasting your time."
"You'll soon find out."
When I got there, I started to skateboard again, but I was running a risk now. I was doing it too fast. Not many were able to keep up with me because I looked like a blur. If I didn't get the timing right, I was going to die or at least get seriously injured in the process.
I increased my pace and finally got to the hurdles. I braced myself for the impact. I willed my body to jump along with the skateboard. There were about twenty hurdles, and I successfully jumped over all of them. Then I did a 720 degrees spin, and I landed flawlessly on the ground. I continued to skateboard, and was unaware that a big, unstable steel post was looming before me. Somebody screamed, "Watch out!" and then I felt myself colliding with it. Funny, I didn't notice it the last time I was here. That was my last thought before I drifted to unconsciousness.
Yet another cliffhanger. Okay, what's going to happen to Killua now? I don't know, you'll know anyway in the next chapter, so no use telling you.
Killua: Hey, that's not fair, you know! Obviously I'm the expert! I'm not supposed to do something stupid like crash into some post! (veins throbbing on head)
Rei: Well, it's not like I wanted to write this either, what with the accident and all…
Anyway, please review my work. I'd really appreciate it if you did so.
-Rei :)
By: Rei Tomiyama
AN: Sorry about what's going to happen here. Believe me, I didn't like writing it either. But anyway, this chapter and the one that will follow it shall explain my out-of-the-blue fiction "I Am…"
Oh, and before I forget, to "The Cat", you're about to find out the answer to your question about "I Am…".
Chapter Seven-The Little Boy Named Gon
I have it! I know what my next trick is going to be now. "Hey!" I yelled to the students at the sides, "Could you put the hurdles side by side? You know, so I can do something?" Then I noticed there was a small kid at the front line, so I skidded to a stop and asked him gently, "What are you doing here? Why aren't you with your friends? I'm sure you'll be happier if you join them instead of watching this silly competition."
The little boy shook his head sadly and replied, "I don't have any. I just transferred to this school too, and I haven't met anyone who likes me. Then he smiled brightly and looked up at me, "But it's okay, I think, no, I know that we'll be friends!"
I had to stifle a gasp when I saw his face. It was like seeing Gon alive again, only younger. The spiked up hair, the sparkling brown eyes, the ever-smiling mouth, it was all the same. I questioned him again, "What's your name? In what grade are you in?'
"I'm in 2nd grade. My name's Gon. I found out all about you from my other classmates. You see, they were all talking about the match that would happen this afternoon." The little boy replied.
"Your name's Gon??" Wow. Talk about coincidences. Not only did this boy have Gon's physical attributes, he also had Gon's name! I really can't believe I found someone who could be Gon's younger sibling! He never mentioned anything about having other members of the family besides his aunt and his grandmother.
The younger boy named Gon answered, "Yes." I was really baffled now. "Then what's your surname?"
"I don't know. You see, I'm alone now, and grandpa never told me what our last name was. I went to America with my grandpa, but he died shortly, so I'm alone in the house." There was a hint of loneliness in the little boy's voice. I could understand him, though, since I experienced the same thing just months ago. But I had a plan now.
"Why don't you accompany me to my house later? At least you won't be alone for a while." Little Gon agreed so it was set. We were to meet at the playground, then go to my apartment.
Little Gon's P.O.V.
"Hey, I heard from my older brother in 8th grade that there's gonna be a match today in skateboarding!" I overheard my classmate, Rick talking excitedly to his friend, Paul. Who were they talking about?
"Yeah, heard it was between an exchange student and Watson." Paul replied smugly for knowing the information. "An exchange student will never beat someone who has practiced the skateboard for years!" Rick said firmly, and his glittering eyes fell on me as he spoke, while a confident sneer made its way on his mouth.
I shrank back, afraid that I had done something to anger him, though I didn't know exactly what. Then Paul argued, "Hey, that's not so! My brother said the guy who had challenged Watson was really excellent at using it. You never know what might happen."
I thought to myself, 'So he's a transfer student too. Maybe I can befriend him. If so, then at least I'll have an older brother and a friend too!"
That's why when it was lunchtime, I wolfed down my food and went to the middle school building to watch.
When I saw him turn four somersaults, I was amazed. I'd never seen anyone do four consecutive moves without having extra steps or having a perfect landing too! I had thought it was impossible, until now. I really hope we'll be friends!
He stopped and talked to me. He talked to me! He talked to me! I can't believe he'd talk to an ordinary 2nd grader like me. Maybe, just maybe, he's friendly and I'll have no problem in gaining a friend.
He asked me, "Why aren't you with your friends? I'm sure you'll be happier with them than watching a silly competition." I shook my head and quietly answered, "I don't have any. I'm just a transfer student." But even though I was lonely, I felt that we would be the best of friends. So I told him. And to my surprise he asked my name. I replied, "Gon." I wonder why he was shocked.
And it was a big surprise when he asked me to go together with him. And he lived alone too! He must really be good at taking care of himself. Since my grandpa died last week, I was almost always late for school. And when I finally stepped inside the classroom, my teacher noticed at once that my uniform was rumpled. And I didn't have enough money for fare, with what grandpa left me, so I had to walk five miles home. I reached it at about five already, although we were dismissed at two o'clock. It was because every mile I traveled, I had to rest so I could continue.
He, on the other hand, managed to get away with not wearing the school uniform. And he didn't walk; he used his skateboard instead to cover a large distance. I really admire him, though I myself don't know the reason.
Killua's P.O.V.
Anyway, I had already come up with a trick, and I had already gained… a friend?… maybe not… so, I don't know, it's a lucky streak.
Once all the hurdles were set side by side in front position, I went back to the starting line. Some curious people asked me, "Why are you going back? You're only wasting your time."
"You'll soon find out."
When I got there, I started to skateboard again, but I was running a risk now. I was doing it too fast. Not many were able to keep up with me because I looked like a blur. If I didn't get the timing right, I was going to die or at least get seriously injured in the process.
I increased my pace and finally got to the hurdles. I braced myself for the impact. I willed my body to jump along with the skateboard. There were about twenty hurdles, and I successfully jumped over all of them. Then I did a 720 degrees spin, and I landed flawlessly on the ground. I continued to skateboard, and was unaware that a big, unstable steel post was looming before me. Somebody screamed, "Watch out!" and then I felt myself colliding with it. Funny, I didn't notice it the last time I was here. That was my last thought before I drifted to unconsciousness.
Yet another cliffhanger. Okay, what's going to happen to Killua now? I don't know, you'll know anyway in the next chapter, so no use telling you.
Killua: Hey, that's not fair, you know! Obviously I'm the expert! I'm not supposed to do something stupid like crash into some post! (veins throbbing on head)
Rei: Well, it's not like I wanted to write this either, what with the accident and all…
Anyway, please review my work. I'd really appreciate it if you did so.
-Rei :)