Gon hated every second spent on this Gods forsaken ship. It was horrible. Every single time they'd leave their room to eat, walk around, train (or anything at all!) Killua had to wear the damn mask. Gon hated that mask. He hated it with every fiber of his being.
Killua wore it with bravery. Every time they'd leave, he'd willingly place his arms in the restraints, lock up his tail, and latch the mask over his face. Gon hated seeing him like that. It was like Killua was some sort of war prisoner. It wasn't fair.
The restrains didn't do anything to "ensure that the other passengers felt safe," that was just a total load of horseshit! If anything the restraints themselves made others feel unsafe. Honestly, what would you think if you saw a person bound up like that?! Seriously?! Wouldn't that make you, I dunno, a little uncomfortable around that person?! It insinuated that Killua was a danger to society, which he wasn't!
This ship was a cheap ride, taking a dangerous flight to a backwater planet. In other words, this was the only option for traveling this far out. Not to mention this close by Chimera. Who would go to such an out-of-the-way planet?
Innocent civilians, that's who.
The other passengers of the ship consisted of families and groups of lower level humanoids traveling to the outskirts of the habitable universe. People who wanted to get lost, people who wanted to forget about the rest of the world.
They were running away from the hardships they'd faced on Overworld or their home planets, as well as the constant conflict between alien mob armies. This wasn't an easy universe to live in, and these were the people that took the fallout of risky decisions made by powerful beings.
The four of them were walking to the mess hall for breakfast. Every single meal was served there, in a room tucked away in the center of this rinky maze of a ship. The more time Gon spent on board, the more aware he became of how run down this vessel really was.
The floors were rusted and patched in multiple places. The walls were warped and stained with sticky goop that leaked from the guts of the ship's engine. The lighting was mismatched and flickering, unreliable during the day and always switched off at night to give the generators a well-needed break.
There was the constant creaking coming from the engine rooms, the random clicks of faulty machinery. If this vessel needed anything at all, it needed a vast assortment of repairs and upgrades.
It was like hurtling through space in a bucket of bolts.
And the captain wasn't spending his profits on keeping his ship in top form. Oh, no! He was spending his money on CT scanners and expensive blood scanning machinery. Not to mention military grade muzzles and restraining equipment. Gon couldn't believe that so many parents were allowing their children to set foot on such a clearly unreliable ship.
The four of them crossed through the door to the mess hall, and were greeted by the din of chatter. The high pitched voices of children echoed shrilly off the metal walls, and the clangs of kitchenware floated through the window into the kitchens.
Heads turned, as they always did. Everyone's eyes drew to Killua, the only passenger on the entire ship who was tied up the way he was. Parents recoiled, children turned away, elders looked on in distaste.
Gon hated this.
The only thing the restraints were accomplishing was cementing the idea that higher beings were dangerous, and needed to be tied up. There was absolutely no reason Killua should be caged like this, it was making him out to be a violent monster, when in reality he was nothing of the sort.
This entire situation was making Gon sick.
The hybrid walked closer to Killua, hovering at his shoulder so he could glare at anyone that looked at him funny. Ging's group silently went through the cafeteria line, the crewmates cheerfully greeting them and loading their plates full with flavorless eggs and some type of thin cut alien meat.
"Here you go!" chirped one of the crewmates, clearly grinning at Killua from underneath that tinted helmet.
"Thanks," Killua mumbled, his voice muffled and warped due to the heavy machinery.
When Gon passed by that same crewmate, he gave them a look that communicated murder. The crewmate recoiled, awkwardly loading Gon's plate full so he could hurry up and move on.
Damned bastards. They were the only ones who were civil with Killua, and that's another thing that made Gon really fucking mad! They would only interact with Killua like he was a normal person if he was tied up like this! It was disgusting. What, were they just too damned cowardly to say fucking good morning if his arms weren't trapped at his sides with bulking hunks of metal?!
Gon slammed his tray down onto their table of choice, pushing the couple beside them to move a couple of seats down. Killua sat silently down beside him, seeming to be completely unbothered by this entire situation.
How was Killua so strong?
"Gon, stop trying to break things," Ging scolded halfheartedly, taking his place across from the two boys.
"I'm not trying to break anything," Gon snapped, in a foul mood as usual. He'd calm down once they were back in the rooms and Killua could take his mask off, but whenever he was in public and had to see all the faces on these damned ignorant fools it just made him want to commit mass homicide.
Violent and a massive overreaction, he was very much aware. But that didn't stop him from trying to set people's heads on fire with his eyes. He probably could if he focused his raw aura, now that he was thinking about it…
"Gon. Stop plotting arson," Killua ordered, elbowing the hybrid in the side.
Ging choked on his eggs, "What now?!"
Pariston chuckled.
"I wasn't gonna do anything," the hybrid mumbled, pushing the tasteless food around his plate.
Killua bumped him with his shoulder, "Liar." Gon wasn't feeling playful enough to bump him back.
Gon reached over to the Valkyrie's mask, and flipped the release switch. The front of it retracted, allowing Killua the freedom to eat.
"Thanks, bestie," the assassin quipped, obviously trying to cheer Gon up. Otherwise he never used that word. As usual, Gon didn't have much of an appetite watching Killua eat like this. He took Killua's fork, and held a bite of that alien-meat-crap up for him. The Valkyrie playfully bit the fork, grinding his teeth along the metal.
The noise ground Gon's ears, but he couldn't find it in himself to take offense.
At first, feeding Killua had been quite the event. The assassin had been embarrassed as all hell, and Gon had been practically squealing the entire time. But after a week it had lost its shine. Killua had gotten over the humiliation of having to be fed, and Gon had gotten over how fun it was to feed him, instead getting all in his head about how wrong this whole situation was.
Feeling prying eyes, Gon snapped his gaze in the direction of that couple that had moved when they'd all sat down. They were staring openly at Killua, eyebrows drawn together and whispering behind their hands.
"What the hell are you looking at?!" Gon barked at them, making them jump. "What did you expect, some sort of grotesque monster?!"
The couple's mouths opened and closed like goldfish.
Stupid fuckers.
Gon hated their type, always so quick to judge but unable to say it to their faces.
The hybrid scoffed, and continued feeding Killua, who had become somewhat of a master at ignoring literally everyone else in the general vicinity.
"How much longer do we have to be here?" Gon complained.
"We should be arriving at Hallah within a week," Ging answered around a glass of lukewarm tap water.
"We've already been traveling for a week! How long does it take?" Gon snapped.
"No need for such venomous words," Pariston said with a shit eating grin.
Gon glared at him, and held another bite out for Killua.
The Valkyrie frowned at him. "Gon. Stop being such a dick."
"I'll try, but only for you," he mumbled, that fuzzy warmth stirring in his chest as he stuffed another bite into Killua's mouth.
…
Finally the doors of their room were closing behind them.
Killua groaned in relief, shaking off the restraints on his arms and tail and tossing the muzzle to the floor with a loud thud. "Urgh!" he dramatically exclaimed through gritted teeth. "I'm so glad it's off now!"
Gon kicked at Killua's abandoned mask, clenching his fists.
"Damn thing makes my neck hurt!" Killua complained, rubbing at the back of his neck and the base of his skull.
"I bet it does," Pariston mused, picking the thing up and prodding at the straps. "I'm glad I got out of wearing this!"
Killua scoffed, "Yeah, lucky you."
Pariston shot him a cheery grin.
The two of them walked through the foyer area to the living space, chattering about ways to possibly tweak the muzzle to make it more comfortable.
Gon sat down on the step up by the door, pulling off his boots. Ging hovered off to the side, pulling his headband off and ruffling his messy black-green hair.
"Ya know, if you'd just ignore it you could make your life here a whole lot easier," Ging pointed out, voice oddly soft… considering it was Ging that was talking.
"But I can't just do that!" Gon exclaimed, turning to face his father.
The older male sighed, scratching the back of his head and looking like a carbon copy of Gon in that moment. "Put your shoes back on, we're gonna go for a walk."
Gon quirked an eyebrow. "But I just took them off–"
Ging kicked him in the arm, "Just listen to me, you stubborn little shit!"
The younger hybrid laughed, and obeyed.
"I'm bringing the problem child for a walk!" Ging yelled to Pariston as he pressed the "open" button on the front door. Killua's laugh echoed against the walls of their little temporary apartment, making Gon's chest warm.
"Don't stay out too late!" Parison nagged from one of the inner rooms. "You'll catch a cold if the night cycle starts while you're still out!"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever!" Ging shot back, tugging Gon out the door and slamming it behind him (though Gon was not entirely sure how Ging had managed to slam an automated sliding door).
Gon and Ging wandered around the disorganized halls of the ship. No one else was out this late, dinner was already over and the mess already closed. The lights and heaters in the halls and common areas would be shut off within the next half hour, pushing everyone to their individual rooms.
Gon's boots clanged against the cold metal, Ging's doing the same. Gon had noticed that they had similar taste in footwear. Both with knee high boots that were more than a little heeled. Ging was clearly trying to compensate for the head of height that Pariston held over him… Gon just liked how important he felt when he walked with platforms. Even if those platforms were very small.
One thing that Gon and Ging did not have in common, however, was how they acted whenever emotions got involved. While Gon wore his every thought and feeling on his sleeve, Ging concealed his beneath crude remarks and a snappy attitude.
Either one of them was quite the handful on their own, and they had a Valkyrie/Demon duo to help balance them out.
You can imagine Gon's surprise when Ging of all people launched into a heart-to-heart.
"You care a whole lot about Killua and that mask, huh, kid," he observed.
"Yeah," Gon mumbled. He'd been trying not to think about it… but it was never far off in his mind.
"Killua's clearly already moved past this," Ging sighed, pulling his hands in and out of his pockets, unable to decide where he wanted them. "He's annoyed, sure. But he's accepted this reality for what it is. How come you're so adamant about being offended in his place?"
Gon groaned, tugging his hands through his hair. "Because it's just so unfair!"
Ging sweatdropped, and gave Gon the side eye. "Yeah! That's already been established! We already know that, but there's no changing it, so why the hell are you being so difficult about it?!"
"I just don't understand why these people are so unaccepting! I thought aliens were supposed to be the smart ones! The progressive ones that accept you no matter what! Why are bigots like the ones on Overworld still existing out here where everything's supposed to be great?!"
"Gon, ignorant people will exist everywhere no matter what," Ging said. "Just know that they are the minority. Don't sweat people like these guys, they don't define all of alien life as a whole."
"I know that," Gon mumbled. "It's just…"
"I know, kid. Believe me. I do." Ging drifted off for a moment, then started back up again. "Hey, just think about it. What type of person would come all the way out here?"
"The ones trying to get away from all the violence in the rest of the universe."
"Exactly, but that's not quite it. Think about the way all those people look at Killua. What else are they displeased with about the world today?"
Gon's aura started to seep off of him in a sickening soup of black smoke.
"Okay, maybe you're taking the whole 'think about how they look at Killua' thing a little too far," Ging choked out, slapping Gon in the arm to get him to stop before someone sensed his aura and freaked the fuck out. "What they're running away from is aura. It's not Killua's blood that scares them, it's his power. The people who have come this far out are running away from other beings' power, they're too cowardly to accept the world for what it is. Some people are stronger than others, that's just how it works. They're just too entitled to accept that, so they run away and do shit like this to innocent people like Killua."
Gon growled a little in frustration. "That's so– That's so– It's just so aggravating! How can they just put Killua in a box like that?! Maybe the Ants are bad, but that doesn't mean all higher ranked beings are bad! And them being scared isn't an excuse! We're all scared! Every single one of us! Just look at the Fae! Do you know how terrifying it was to be so close to them at Nesting and Sky?! Everyone deals with that instinctual fear, and they need to grow a pair and just suck it up!"
Ging sweatdropped again, but this time because of the irony.
"I just… Why can't they just let us exist? That's literally all Killua is asking for," Gon ended off on a whisper. Finding himself getting all emotional.
Ging's nose picked up on the salt of Gon's tears before his sucky social interpreter could, and he quickly scrambled to get his son to stop crying. "Hey, kid, no reason to get all… watery." He pulled a handkerchief out of one of his pockets and rubbed it messily across Gon's face.
The younger hybrid chuckled at his dad's sad attempt at being comforting, pushing his awkward hands away and rubbing his snot onto his sleeve. "It's just that… they don't– They don't know Killua. I'm the only one who does, and it just makes me kinda sad sometimes. It makes me really happy that I'm the only one Killua trusts like that, obviously, but at the same time it just makes me super sad that I'm the only one there for him. He deserves so much more than that."
Ging awkwardly stuffed his hands in his pockets. He could hear the love and adoration in Gon's words, and it was making him uncomfortable to say the least. Here he was, once again getting himself all up in Gon's love business.
Gon really had it bad, huh?
He hushed up and let the younger male finish putting his thoughts together.
"Killua doesn't like that he's a Valkyrie as much as the assholes here don't like that he's a Valkyrie," Gon explained. "He had so much trouble finally accepting himself for who he was, and being okay with his blood and his own body! And here they are! Locking him up like all that he's spent so much trouble learning doesn't even matter. He acts like it's okay… but I know that he's only acting like that because a part of him still believes that he deserves this. And that's what's making me so mad. They're putting him right back in that place again… he's only part way healed, and this is just gonna rip all that mess back open. He doesn't need that. He doesn't deserve it! I just… wish I could do more for him. So I… I'm angry for him. I wanna share his pain… I just wanna lessen his burden."
Gon stared down at the bolts holding the slabs of metal together, doing his best not to start crying again. When it came to Killua he was just so emotional. He cared so much… he hated to see Killua in any sort of pain, even if it was underlying pain like this.
Ging gave a dramatic and angst-ridden groan, drawing a quizzical glance from his son.
"Alright! Listen."
He placed his hand roughly on Gon's shoulder, jostling him a bit.
"You clearly care a whole freaking ton about Killua," he grumbled.
"Uh…"
"So, it's normal to wanna be there for him and junk," Ging mumbled, not exactly meeting Gon's eyes… Gon got the drift that he was speaking from experience. A smile ghosted the younger male's lips. "I totally understand the whole situation with Killua and all the stuff with them treating him like junk, and you wanting to be there for him and all that jazz. There's not really anything you can do, and that's frustrating. But don't get all butt hurt about it. Killua cares about you, right?"
Gon's face turned a little red. "Um, I– I think so–"
"-So you matter to him! More than all this dramatic bullshit does," Ging declared, speaking with his hands. "So just…" he prodded Gon in the chest with a finger. "Be there for him, alright? If you're worried about him going back to being all depressed and stuff, then remind him that you care about him. Cause that means a lot to him, right?"
Gon swallowed, and nodded. "Uh, yeah."
"There! Mushy shit over!" Ging announced triumphantly, shoving Gon in the shoulder like he was a fellow teenager rather than 20 odd years Gon's senior. It brought a laugh to Gon's lips.
"Now we're gonna talk about all this flirtatious garbage cause I've had QUITE enough of your crap!"
Gon tripped over his own feet. "Wait, what?! I don't know what you mean–"
Ging stuck his finger in Gon's face, "You're in love with Killua! I don't know the hell why, he's a total asshat, but you are."
Gon frantically waved his arms in front of him. "Hold on! No! It's not like that I swear–"
Something about thinking it and saying it out loud were totally different.
Not to mention this was Ging and not Kurapika or Leorio or Bisky or even fucking Uvo–
"Stop lying to me!" Ging all but yelled, grabbing Gon by the shoulders and preventing him from just up and running in the other direction. "Say it!"
Gon's heart was beating so fast it was the only thing he could hear.
"Say it!" Ging ordered again.
Gon's face was so red he swore that the bright color was reflecting off Ging's skin–
"Dammit, Gon! Just fucking say it! You clearly haven't fully realized what all this means, and believe me that saying it out loud will make it all make so much more sense!"
"I l-love–"
"What, are you gonna stu-stu-studder when you say it to his face?! Spit it out, dammit!"
"I love Killua!"
"What? I Didn't hear you?"
"I LOVE KILLUA!"
Gon's voice echoed against the metal walls, waking several people up and making the thin mesh over the ventilation pipes vibrate. Something about hearing the words dancing back and forth and humming against Gon's ears was so incredibly overwhelming and fulfilling at the same time.
He was suddenly weak in the knees, and his stomach was twisting so violently that he swore he was gonna throw up. Yet his heart was thrashing in his chest and that champagne bubble feeling was making him feel all ditzy and warm.
"Hahah!" Ging barked, "Gay!"
"Uh, what?" Gon whined, shaking out of his stupor and hurrying to follow after Ging who had just left him behind.
"I fucking knew it!" Ging cheered, giggling to himself like an excited little kid. "So, now that this has been established–"
"-But why–"
"-DON'T INTERRUPT YOUR ALL-KNOWING SENSEI!"
"Sorry…"
"Good! Now that this has been established, why the fuck haven't you told him yet?! You're just sitting around drooling over him and not saying anything! It's really sad, and honestly?! It's really fucking annoying! Just tell him so I don't have to deal with all the sexual tension anymore, gods!"
Gon had never been more embarrassed in his entire life.
Why did he have to say all that so loud?!
"I can't just do that!" he squeaked out, trying to pull up his collar and hide his flaming cheeks… as well as feeling a whole lot like Killua in the process, which just served to make his stomach flip even more violently.
"And why the hell not?!" Ging snapped. "You love him, right? So just say it!"
"What if he doesn't love me back!"
"Moron!" Ging yelled, slapping Gon upside the head. "You're so fucking stupid! WhAt iF hE dOeSn'T lOvE mE bAcK, HAH! That better be a fucking joke."
Gon stumbled to a halt, this was just too much. "Wait," he choked out, voice cracking. "You think Killua…"
"I think? Friend, I know!"
"But that's not– how could he–"
"Are you blind? Honestly?"
"No! I'm not blind but–"
"-You do see the way he looks at you, don't you?!" Ging demanded, marching back up to Gon and standing before him with his arms crossed and one leg stuck out.
"But– that's just cause I'm his friend–"
"Do we flirt suggestively with our 'friends?'" Ging asked.
"I don't know what you're talking about!"
"As if I haven't been in the presence of your little soap opera for the past two weeks! He literally asked you to suck his dick the other day!"
"He did not say that!" Gon whispered aggressively, covering his face with his hands.
"You were feeding him lunch on fucking BANEFELLDAY and you told him to hurry and lick the soup off the bottom of the spoon before it fell and HE said that he knew of something else he'd much rather have licked!"
"I don't remember that!" Gon yelled.
Ging grabbed onto his shoulders and shook him back and forth, "Fine! If you don't believe me then don't believe me, but that doesn't mean you don't confess!"
"Yes it does!" Gon whimpered, "I can't just drop all that on him, what if he doesn't like me back?! What kind of a friend would I be!"
"SO?! It's HIS confession, he's the one who deals with it!"
"So because I'm confessing to him it's his responsibility to deal with it?!" Gon hissed.
"Yes!"
"No!" Gon whined, pulling out of Ging's grip and retreating back in the direction of their rooms. "I can't believe I'm having this conversation right now–"
"-It's awkward for me too, kid, do you think I wanna think about who my son wants to screw with?"
"Please just stop," Gon whined, pulling on his hair and willing his face to stop flaming.
"The conversation had to happen!" Ging shot back.
"No! No it didn't!"
Ging just soldiered on. "So you're gay? I'd pegged you as queer from the start, but it's just dudes?"
Gon groaned dramatically, trying to walk faster to lose Ging and failing. "No, I'm not gay, if you must know I'm pan."
"How'd you find that out?" Ging asked.
"I'd rather not answer that–"
"-Oh, you're answering that! I'll keep bothering you about it unless you do–"
"-I worked at a brothel once, and I realized that I literally didn't care who it was–"
"-You worked in a brothel?!"
"Yes," Gon whimpered. "Don't hate me, please, I'm done with stuff like that."
"Damn!" Ging laughed, "I knew you were a freak in the sheets from all those wild club stories but I had VASTLY underestimated your skill set!"
"I'm sleeping right now, I'm dreaming and I'll wake up really soon–"
"Hey, I don't hate you or anything, so don't get any weird ideas."
Gon startled, snapping his head in Ging's direction. "What?"
"Why would I care what you do in that department? If anything I'm proud! Hah! My son's a professional orgasm–"
"-Please just stop!" Gon interrupted. "I honestly should have expected this reaction, and I don't know why I'm so surprised."
"Hey, am I seriously that bad of an influence?" Ging pouted.
"Yes."
"Well damn."
Gon took a very deep breath, calming himself back down and getting himself to chill back out like Jade had taught him too.
"I seriously do think you should confess to Killua though."
Andddd, the blush was back.
"I can never do that," Gon mumbled.
"Why? Don't you want to?" Ging prodded.
"Of course I do! I just… he's too good for me."
Ging groaned dramatically, "Here we go with the angst again! Fineeee, I'll listen to your unrequited love bullshit some more. Tell me. Why's he too good for you."
"Because he's Killua!"
"Such an eloquent response. You're in love with Killua because he's Killua?"
"Yes!" Gon shot back, face flaming and the blush crawling down his neck. Talking about this with GING was so incredibly embarrassing. He hadn't talked about his feelings for Killua with ANYONE, and of course Ging was the only person he had to talk with about it. What on earth had he done to get such bad karma?!
"Killua is the most amazing person I've ever met!" Gon declared. "I was falling back into a really dark place, and Killua's the reason I am who I am today. He's my most important person, and a better friend I could have ever asked for. He's also really strong, and so confident in himself and his abilities. But at the same time he's so unsure and timid. He hates himself with a passion but has the biggest ego I've ever encountered. And he's so beautiful–"
"-Skip the horny part."
Gon glared at Ging, and Ging ignored him. "Well, and I just want him to know all that I see in him. I don't want him to hate himself anymore… I wanna show him that I love him, and that he can love himself too. I want to tell him how amazing he is… I want to make him feel wanted, because he is wanted! He's been wandering alone his whole life, and I just want to give him the home he deserves. I wanna be his home. I wanna be… his most important person too."
Ging placed his hand gently on Gon's shoulder. "Hey… I don't like to talk about mushy stuff a whole lot… but I can tell that you really love this guy. Your feelings run really deep, and you care about Killua with all of your heart and soul. It's admirable. You don't know the definition of selfish love, you just want to love in general. Make him feel loved."
Gon glanced at Ging from the corner of his eye. The older males amber gaze had gone distant, contemplative. Gon might even say soft.
"When you love somebody… you just wanna make them happy. And because of all the shit that's going on right now, Killua's not as happy as he's letting on. You say you don't know how to help him? I think you do know."
"...But… what if the timing's all wrong?" Gon whispered. Just the thought of spilling all this gave him this intense wave of all consuming anxiety. These feelings were so strong… What if he scared Killua away? Killua was so fragile… so incredibly precious. What if he shattered in Gon's hands before he got the chance to properly hold him?
"Is there ever a bad time to love someone?" Ging murmured, still not quite meeting Gon's eyes.
"I guess not…"
"Then just go for it," Ging suggested, giving his son's shoulder a squeeze.
"Hn," Gon nodded. "I guess I'll try."
"No, don't try."
Gon's stomach attempted to force its way all the way up his throat. "I-I'll do it then."
Gon laughed softly, "That's what I wanna hear," he murmured encouragingly. He slung his arm around Gon's shoulders, pulling him against his side.
The closest thing to a hug Gon had ever gotten from his father.
With a small smile, Gon slipped his arm around Ging's shoulders in return.
The two of them walked back to the apartment like that, like father and son. Everything that they weren't, but at the same time, everything that they were.
…
Ging and Gon arrived back at the apartment 20 minutes after the hall lights and heaters had been shut off for the night. They slipped through the door - though "slipped" was a massive understatement considering how damn loud the two of them were - and kicked off their shoes, Ging already yelling and complaining about how cold he was.
Killua leaned against the wall and watched Gon shrug out of his jacket. "You look cold~"
Gon sighed, (not turning to face Killua because his cheeks had flared red the second he'd walked in the door and seen him) "Yeah, a little bit."
"Have a fun walk?" Killua asked, mischief in his voice. He knew Gon was blushing. Gon didn't know how, but he did and he was definitely trying to get a rise out of him. "What'd you guys talk about?"
Gon stood up, and took a deep breath.
A lot.
They'd talked about a lot.
Gon turned around, ignoring his flushed cheeks, and marched up to Killua. The Valkyrie "oofed" in surprise when the hybrid latched onto him and squeezed him so tight he couldn't breathe.
"Killua, you're really brave."
The assassin returned the embrace, sighing against Gon's hair. "Yeah?"
"And really strong."
"Cut it out," he mumbled, "You're–"
"-Embarrassing?" Gon asked, chuckling as he remembered that painful conversation with Ging. "I guess so. I just wanted to make sure you knew how incredible you are."
"Gon, what're you–"
"-All the crap on this ship is so unfair. But you're taking it like it's nothing at all. I know that it hurts."
The assassin took a shuddering breath, and Gon squeezed him a little tighter.
"You're really strong," he mumbled against Killua's shoulder.
"Thanks, idiot."
Gon grinned. He loved Killua so much. Ging was right, it was about time he finally came clean about it.
AN: oh lovely! now how many ways could this go wrong :3 (or right ;) )
