AN: this chapter is a straight up roller coaster lmao


"Ryder?!"

Green eyes blew wide, "Bae?!"

The purple skinned menace flung himself at Killua, and the Valkyrie gasped, quickly releasing Godspeed so he wouldn't kill the guy. Ryder squealed in excitement, picking Killua up and dancing him around and around and around.

"Oh my gods!" he shrieked, "I can't believe it's you!"

"Idiot!" Killua snapped, squirming against his grip. "Why'd you just jump on me like that?! I could have killed you!"

"You'd never kill me!" Ryder chirped, releasing Killua from his death grip but still holding him at arm's length. "God. Fuck. Is this seriously happening?"

"...Are you crying?" Killua asked.

"Yes! Yes, I'm fucking crying!" Ryder exclaimed, letting Killua go and wiping the tears from his eyes. "You fucking disappeared! I thought I'd never see you again! Where'd you go, man?! I even went to Heaven's Arena to ask about you! All they said was that you lost your Floor Master battle, so I had assumed the worst. I thought you were dead! But you're alive! And you fucking ditched me! What the hell, man?!"

"Uh, I honestly completely forgot about you," Killua choked out.

Ryder's tail stiffened in hurt, "What?! How could you forget about me?!"

"A lot happened, okay!" Killua protested. "Listen, I'm sorry. I should have said something. But I seriously completely forgot about you until after I'd already left Yorknew."

"Jerk!" Ryder accused, dramatically crossing his arms and tossing his head. "But at least we're back together now, so I guess it's fine."

Killua's ear twitched, picking up on the storming of dozens of boots coming this way.

"Shit," he hissed, grabbing Ryder and stuffing them into a crack in the wall. The hybrid stayed silently, thank gods, and watched wide eyed with Killua as the main group thundered past, cheering each other on as they stormed up the middle stairway.

"Why are we hiding?" Ryder whispered once they had passed. "I know you're on the ship but since I'm with you they won't kill you or anything–"

"-Are you fucking stupid?!" Killua demanded, turning to face Ryder. They were stuffed into a gap in the walls that was hardly a foot wide, pressed chest to chest and hip to hip. This close together, Killua's nose brushed Ryder's when he faced forward.

The hybrid's face flushed a darker shade of purple, frozen with his eyes trained on Killua.

The Valkyrie ignored it, though he was a little taken aback by that reaction. "They're not just gonna spare me because you're with me!" he snapped, keeping Ryder boxed in with his arms. He locked his knees on either side of the hybrid's, and twined their tails together. He needed to keep him still. Gods only knew he had a communicator on him, and he was really fucking stupid. He'd likely contact his superiors and tell them that he had a silver haired passenger with him.

That would be trouble.

Considering it had been a silver haired passenger that had eradicated an entire fourth of their numbers.

"I think they'd do that, yeah," Ryder choked out, still very distracted by Killua's proximity.

"No!" the assassin snarled. "You guys are attacking our ship! So that makes you the enemy! What do you think I was doing in this hallway?! I just killed all your fellow squad members! I'm supposed to be killing you right now!"

"I don't want you to kill me!" Ryder gasped, offended.

Killua rolled his eyes, "Yeah, and I don't wanna kill you either. Why the hell is this the army you joined?! These guys are total light weights!"

Ryder blew his hair out of his eyes, Killua close enough to get his own hair rustled as well. "Yeah, I know, and it totally blows! They really over-sold themselves, and I'm way stronger than all of them combined! I was planning on challenging their leader and taking over, ya know?"

Killua grumbled in annoyance. "Yeah, sure, but that doesn't change the fact that we're on opposing sides here! They're storming the upper levels, and I'm supposed to be up there taking them out right now! But I can't do that with you here!"

"Why not?"

"Cause you're the enemy, you dunce! I'll have to kill you before moving on and I don't wanna do that!"

Ryder pouted, and then his eyes lit up. "I know! I'll just join up with you!"

Killua choked on air, "Excuse me?"

Ryder grinned, fangs sparkling in the low light. "I'll just swap sides! Not that difficult, really."

Killua gawked at him. What–

"What?!" he hissed, "You can't just switch sides! You swore allegiance to these people, didn't you?!"

"Well, yeah, but we're pirates, lying is kinda in the job description."

Killua just stared at Ryder for a moment, and then busted out laughing.

The hybrid blinked at him, surprised. He'd never heard Killua laugh before… he didn't know what it was, but Killua just seemed so much happier.

"You're too much, you know that?" he snorted, releasing Ryder from his hold and pulling them out of the crack in the wall.

"So I'm accepted into your ranks?" Ryder chirped, giving an excited jump.

"Yeah, I guess so. You do realize we're gonna have to kill literally all of your friends, right?"

Ryder barked a laugh, flopping his hand in the air. "Come on, those guys? They're nothing to me!"

Killua laughed again, shaking his head. "Gods, this is like a fever dream."

"I know right?" Ryder gushed, drawing a pair of twin swords and spinning them deftly in his hands. "So, what, we gonna go kill some peeps?"

Killua sighed, gazing over at this crazy dude. "Are you sure you wanna go through with this? You seriously have no idea what you're getting into."

"I'm getting into you~"

Killua scoffed, "Cut it out, dammit! You're not just joining up with me, I'm on a mission with three other guys. By agreeing to team up with me, you are agreeing to team up with them as well."

Ryder gave Killua one of the most genuine and trusting grins he'd ever seen in his life. "Okay, that should be fine. You trust 'em, right? Sure, all this is super sudden, but that makes it all the more exciting! Come on, you know I'm a go with the flow type'a guy!"

Killua just stared at Ryder for a moment.

Gods… he seriously trusted Killua unconditionally. As if Killua hadn't been using him as an escape from his own mind. As if Killua hadn't just completely abandoned him the second he'd gotten Gon back…

He seriously didn't deserve Ryder. Not one tiny bit.

The Valkyrie shook his head, and cracked a grin. "Well, I guess we're doing this then." He sharpened his claws. "We need to eliminate all of the intruders and reclaim the ship," Killua explained.

Ryder nodded, "Yeah! All of us are storming straight up the middle stairway for the cockpit, we should be able to catch up no sweat."

"Good," Killua said with a nod. "Afterwards we'll meet back up with the others and I can fill you in on the mission."

"Period!"

A part of Killua was conscious of the fact that he was going to have to introduce Gon and Ryder.

That would be quite the event.

But that wasn't his top priority at the moment. They needed to hurry and retake the ship before it was too late.

Killua and Ryder burst forward, storming up the middle stairway at neck breaking speeds. Ryder was fast, just as fast as Killua remembered. They'd been training together for a week before Killua had gotten wrapped up with Gon and Illumi, and it seemed that they were still the perfect pair.

Killua ran straight down the middle, taking out all the heavy hitters and injuring anyone else he could reach.

Ryder followed closely after, cleaning up the rest with his swords.

Killua's strength came from his Valkyrie blood and his assassin's training, while Ryder's strength came from his stubborn spirit and his determination to be the best. He was an incredibly skilled fighter, and Killua had a feeling that he was a trained Sorcerer as well.

The two of them shot up the stairs, taking their enemies by surprise and painting the walls in red. Killua was doing all the heavy lifting, but that was alright with him. All he had to do was freeze their enemies with a shock of his aura and toss them into the path of Ryder's swords.

Once again, it was just too easy.

Killua found himself grinning as he tore through the opposing army, arms completely drenched with blood and silver hair stuck to his forehead in a mixture of sprayed gristle and sweat. He was truly built for violence, and usually he hated that about himself…

But something about having Ryder at his back cheering and laughing like a fool made that feel like a good thing instead of a bad thing.

Gon tore through his enemies with a wild grin on his face. That phantom feeling raged in his veins, this felt so good! This was the release he'd been craving ever since they'd placed that damned muzzle on Killua! He hadn't had a good fight in months, and even though these guys were super easy, being able to release his power on an opposing force felt so incredible.

The hybrid had made quite the mess, the entire floor of the southern gate was littered with bodies and blood. He was almost done! Then he could go to the middle stairway and meet up with Killua!

Gon ducked an enemy's sword, and then cartwheeled out of the way of an assault of laserfire. This was so fun!

He slipped the last vial of blood from his vault, cracking it in his fist.

"Now, show me rock!" Gon exclaimed, firing up his Ren and bending down into his stance.

"Oh shit!" one of his enemies exclaimed, halting in his advance and scrambling to get away. "Get back! It's that damned spell again!" The others hurried back with him, but Gon had a trick up his sleeve for them!

"Jan!" he yelled, Magic pulsing orange and wild around his fist, pipes rattling from within the walls and a wild wind raging through the corridor.

"Run! If we get back we can dodge!" roared the lieutenant.

"Ken!"

Gon launched himself forward, his enemies leaping backwards in unison. Hah! That was a mistake.

"Scissors!"

The three of them gasped in horror as Gon summoned a sword instead of a fist attack! In one fell swoop, the hybrid cut them all clean in half. Blood sprayed in every direction, and six pirate halves tumbled to the floor.

Gon laughed triumphantly, shaking his fist out as he dismissed Jajanken. "Yay! I did it! Now I just have to go meet Killua in the middle stairway!" A skip in his step, the hybrid turned to go find Killua.

But the crew of the ship had other ideas.

"Freeze! Hands in the air!"

Gon startled as crewmates with those familiar tinted helmets flooded the entire corridor, trampling the bodies Gon had strewn about and surrounding him. What the heck?! These were the reinforcements Ging had been talking about, right? They really had come far too late! Without Gon the ship would have already been lost.

The hybrid chuckled, giving them a friendly grin. "It's okay! I'm not a pirate!" He gestured to the carnage around him, "I took care of them for you!"

"I said freeze!" screamed the leader of this squadron.

Gon frowned. What? But he'd just said he wasn't a pirate. "I don't understand–"

"Hands in the air or we will be forced to shoot!" spat the leader. "You have been exposed as an undercover high ranking being, and are under immediate arrest!"

Gon blanched, "What?!"

"By the order of the captain, you, Gon Freecss, are being taken into custody!"

The hybrid snarled in annoyance, holding his hands up and allowing himself to be surrounded and placed in cuffs. The same cuffs Killua had been in all week.

"I don't understand what the problem is!" Gon snapped, "I passed your stupid test! Why are you doing this?! I saved your ship cause you were too weak to do it yourself, and this is the thanks I get?!"

"Quiet, dirty-blood!" the leader snapped, roughly shoving Gon's head into a muzzle identical to Killua's. The hybrid winced as they strapped it around his face. Damn, this thing was so uncomfortable, he could hardly hold his head up!

Gon glared at the crewmates, what the fuck was this?!

"You concealed your higher ranking aura, therefore threatening the peace and breaking our laws!" a crewmate explained, prodding Gon between the shoulder blades with the nose of his gun.

"You never asked for my aura!" Gon protested. "You scanned my blood and I passed the test!"

The leader punched Gon in the gut.

Hard.

Gon bent over in pain, gagging as blood forced its way up his throat.

"Is this the power of a Basic-blood?!" the leader snapped, gesturing to the carnage around them and the cooling footprints of molten metal that Gon had left in his wake. "The tests run on attendance to this ship are implanted to ensure the safety of our passengers! You pretended to pass as a human-Terran hybrid, concealing the high ranking blood within you! You are now under arrest for evading the law. I'd keep your damn mouth shut if I were you."

Gon snarled in defiance, earning a vicious kick to the backs of his knees. He hit the ground hard, and the crewmates roughly grabbed onto his collar. Gon was dragged along the floor, in the direction of the main airlock.

Ging turned, sprinting up the corridor leading to the middle stairway. There was already a trail of bodies, and he could see blood leaking from the stairs themselves. Gon and Killua must have beaten him here.

Damn it! Now he'd lost!

He slid to a halt at the foot of the stairs, turning around and looking behind him.

"Damn Demon, said he'd meet me here," Ging grumbled.

Stupid Pariston. He just loved being late on purpose.

Ging felt him before he saw him, a nausea inducing prickle up his spine. All the hairs on the back of his neck rose up, and his aura glands yelled at him to hide. Then Pariston turned the corner, his true form warping the space around him like some sort of liquify filter.

"Well you're looking dashing as always," Ging retorted, though was unable to contain his grin when Pariston showed up.

"I try," the Demon quipped, voice low and sounding almost autotuned.

His true form was pretty damn grotesque, it was totally nasty! It was also pretty fucking hilarious, or at least that's what Ging thought. He really got a kick out of their enemies reactions when Pariston would show up unglamoured. The feeling of superiority he got from this being normal to him could not be put into words!

Pariston's Demon form was completely black, a mass of shadow dripping with sludge and reeking of rot. His body was hunched over, not quite bipedal, but still mainly traversing on his hind legs.

Bones could be seen through the liquidy excuse he had for skin, and lights flickered and dimmed whenever he passed. Ging couldn't look directly at his face for some reason. He just… couldn't. Whenever he tried, his eyes would roll in the other direction, preventing him from looking at Pariston head on. All he could gather was that his eyes glowed a burning red.

Sometimes I can't believe that I actually sleep with this thing, Ging thought to himself with a snort.

"You ready to join them upstairs?" Ging asked with a grin as Pariston crossed the corridor to join him.

"I'll give them nightmares," the Demon chuckled.

Ging barked a laugh, "It'll put hair on their chests!"

"F-Freeze! Right where you are!"

Ging and Pariston stopped before stairs, and shared a glance of displeasure. The two of them turned slowly around, finding the entire corridor flooded with crewmates. Oh, so now the reinforcements had arrived? How incredibly convenient.

"What in the hell do you think you're doing?" Ging asked, voice pure acid.

"Hands in the air!" ordered the group leader, visibly trembling as he struggled to keep the gun trained on Pariston.

"What on earth for?" Pariston purred. "We've done you a favor, haven't we?"

One of the crewmates actually passed out when they heard the Demon's voice. Ha!

"Ging Freecss and Pariston Hill, you are under arrest for concealing the true nature of your blood! Pariston, as a Demon, and Ging, as a Demon's Herald! Surrender or be eliminated on the spot!"

"I don't know what the fuck this is," Ging snapped, "But we're the reason you're not being disemboweled by pirates right now."

"Do not resist!" the leader cried out, shakily pulling out a different weapon.

A vial of faintly glowing liquid.

Pariston hissed, recoiling in fear.

Holy water. In other words, spiked with the cervical fluid of a virgin Angel. Angels, the mortal enemies of the Demons. In blood and in soul. Inhaling the tears of a Demon could melt an Angel into a puddle of filth and gristle, and Holy Water the same for Demons.

Ever since the wars over the Testament Rock. They'd been at war since the beginning of time, and were masters at killing each other by now. The Demons had lost, being banished to Underworld. To keep their sworn enemies at bay, the Angels kept Holy Water and other Seraphic weapons in heavy circulation.

Ging grumbled, holding his hands up.

Damn it.

Nothing they could do now. It was either surrender… or watch Pariston die at his feet.

The Demon shifted back into his human form, the activation of the glamour releasing a powerful burst of aura that made Ging's very blood shiver. Several of the crewmates stumbled backwards. One even had a sudden heart attack, dying on spot and causing several of his fellow men to exclaim in horror.

Ging scoffed.

Figures. I should have known these cowardly bastards wouldn't be trained to resist opposing aura. Honestly. They're not even trying to take honorable rises in the ranks. Disgusting.

Ging and Pariston stood calmly as they were swamped with crewmates, not showing the slightest hint of animosity on their faces as they were bound and muzzled.

Shit.

How the hell are we getting out of this one?

"Freeze!"

Killua and Ryder stiffened.

What the hell was this for?! Not even seconds after they'd taken out the last pirate, and a hostile presence was making itself known from the entry to the cockpit.

"Drop your weapons!" barked a voice that was like nails to a chalkboard to Killua. The captain of the ship. "Turn around slowly! Hands where I can see them!"

A growl rising in his throat, Killua retracted his claws and listened. Ryder released his swords with a clang, tail swishing defiantly as he turned in unison with Killua.

There the captain was, standing in the doorway of the cockpit. A gun in hand and the pilots armed and ready at his either side.

"Killua Zoldyck, you are under arrest for breaking the peace agreement! You have left your rooms without your restraints and mask! Resist arrest and I will not hesitate to open fire!"

"Mask? What's with that?" Ryder asked.

"I did not give you permission to speak!" the captain roared, cocking the gun. Its little engine whirred to life as it charged up the laser.

"Just some some stupid boring rules," Killua grumbled, tail twitching at his side.

"One more word and I shoot! Your cohorts have already been taken into custody! Resist me and the horned one will be thrown out the airlock!"

Killua froze.

His thoughts came to a grinding halt, and he swore his heart stopped beating in his chest.

Ryder glanced over at him in confusion. Why was the horned one?

They have Gon.

They have him in the airlock.

Gon's in danger.

Gods only know they have Holy Water as well.

Killua's eyes darkened, he lowered his head. Covering his face with his bangs. "On the ground, hands behind your head!" the captain barked.

Yeah, like hell that's happening.

"Ryder?" Killua murmured, too low for the captain to hear.

The hybrid giggled, "I hear ya~"

"You have till the count of three!" the captain screamed. "One! Two! Thr–"

Between one second and the next, Killua was behind the captain. Both the pilots died before they hit the ground. Killua held his claws against the captain's jugular, his tail suspended threateningly at his gut.

Ryder slipped his hands behind his head, whistling as he waltzed into the cockpit.

"What– Stop! What in the gods' name is–"

"Shut up," Killua hissed, pricking the man's skin with his claws and making him bleed. "Where are you holding Gon?"

"As if I'd tell you–"

Killua stabbed his tail into the man's midsection, he screamed in pain.

"Where."

"He's being held in the main airlock! The one on the upper south side!" the captain gurgled, blood already beginning to force its way up his throat.

"In what bay are the slip vessels held?"

"In the south as well!"

"He's lying~" Ryder called in a sing-song voice from within the cockpit. Killua glanced behind him, to where the hybrid had hacked his way into the security feeds. "They're actually on the north side, funny mistake to make, huh?"

The Valkyrie turned his attention back to the captain, who was trembling with fear. "Do you know what happens when you lie to me?" he asked slowly, darkly.

"If you kill me," the captain choked out, "They'll all know immediately! They'll throw your little fag bitch out the airlock before you get a chance to–"

Killua ripped his head off without a moment's hesitation.

"I think I'll take you up on that," he growled.

"Oof, tea," Ryder said from where he was leaned against the doorway.

"Do they have a ready slip vessel?" Killua asked, kicking the captain's decapitated body across the hall.

"Yup! A pretty nice one too! Nicer than this hunk 'a junk," he knocked on the rusty metal walls.

"Good," Killua pulled out a vial of blood, busting it in his hand. "Godspeed," he growled.

"Oo!" Ryder exclaimed, eyes widening in amazement like a cat watching a mouse.

"We're grabbing my friends, and then we're getting out of here," Killua declared. He turned around and held out his arms. "Get on."

With an excited squeal, Ryder jumped onto Killua's back, wrapping his legs around the Valkyrie's waist and clinging to his shoulders. "Woah! It's electric!" he snickered.

"Yeah, you'll be consistently shocked the whole time you're in contact with me, but it won't hurt much," Killua explained. "Draw another vial, huh?"

"Yes sir!" Ryder quipped, reaching to Killua's belt and holding another vial of blood up to his teeth. Killua took it, then cracked the glass with his fangs.

"We need to get all three of them before the crewmates kill them, and then we're stealing their slip vessel and flying to Hallah on our own."

"Vacation to Hallah? Sounds hot!"

Killua chuckled, "That's one word for it. Now hold on tight. Lightning Speed!"

Gon was starting to regret not bringing his helmet with him. It would have been cumbersome in battle, but at least he'd have a plan b right about now. He was being held in the air lock. The umbilical gateway was already opened and ready for him to be tossed in.

This wasn't looking good.

He'd been eavesdropping on the coms in the crewmates helmets, and Ging and Pariston had already been taken into custody. They were being transported over here right this second.

Gon was mainly worried about Killua, though.

Knowing him, he'd made it all the way to the middle stairway before any of them. Which meant that he was right on top of the cockpit. He was the one really in danger. The captain hated him, what would he do when he found Killua out and about without his mask?

Gon didn't wanna find out.

Suddenly, one of the female crewmates screamed. Gon looked up at her in confusion. All of the crewmates around him were freaking the fuck out. What was going on?

"No! The- The captain!"

"He's dead!"

What?!

"Urgh, DAMMIT!" screamed the squad leader, punching the wall. He glanced down at Gon, who's shoulders were shaking with laughter.

Killua, I fucking love you.

The leader snarled, and then suddenly kicked Gon in the ribs.

"Ah!" the hybrid cried out in pain, feeling two ribs crack. Shit! He'd broken so many ribs over the course of his life, but it never hurt any less

"You," the leader said darkly. "It's all your fucking fault! Laugh now, you damned dirty-blooded bastard, but you won't be laughing when we kill you and ALL your friends!"

"Yeah, good luck with that," Gon snorted.

"Shut your damn mouth!" the leader screamed, kicking Gon in the back of the head this time.

The hybrid gagged, owwwww.

That was definitely a concussion–

"Throw him out the airlock!" the leader ordered.

Wait–

Just like that?!

No–

Gon thrashed as he was picked up under his arms. He struggled to resist, but his head was still spinning and he was only serving to make himself more and more dizzy. The leader chuckled darkly as Gon was lugged into the umbilical gateway.

"That'll teach you to–"

He gagged.

All Gon heard was a series of sickening squelches as the crewmates surrounding him hit the ground. Dead, and in various states of disembowelment.

Gon pushed himself from a sitting position, shaking the stars away that were spinning about in his vision. "Killu–a?"

"Gon!"

Killua sparked into being before Gon, Godspeed glowing around him…

And another person.

Someone Gon had never seen before.

A male, with messy black hair, vibrant purple skin, and a wild grin.

He was riding piggyback on Killua, with his face nestled against the Valkyrie's neck.

He also had a tail… which was wrapped around Killua's lower waist.

A signal that he'd claimed Killua as his.

Who. The fuck. Was this.

Gon was gonna fucking kill him–

"Dammit," Killua hissed, suddenly right in front of the hybrid. "Of fucking course they'd do this shit to you too. I'm sorry I didn't get here sooner." He ripped the mask off Gon's face, and then broke off the restraints.

"It's fine," Gon protested as Killua hauled him to his feet, the world spinning around him. Gods, his head was pounding like crazy. Unfortunately, there wasn't much his biochemical could do for the side effects of a concussion. Brain damage was just a little too far, it seemed.

"Come on, we're getting Ging and Pariston!"

That was the only warning Gon was given before Killua swept him off his feet and was hurtling through the halls with Gon cradled against his chest. He wasn't going as fast as he could on his own, he was carrying two full grown males around with him, but the three of them reached Ging and Pariston in a matter of seconds.

Killua jerked to a halt, and before Gon even had a chance to get flustered he was being placed back down on his feet. The hybrid struggled to regain his balance, Ging and Pariston were being escorted by a squad even larger than his had been–

Gon watched in shock as Killua slaughtered every single crewmate… with Purple Guy at his side.

Shit… they fought like a single being.

Killua darted from enemy to enemy, chopping them in the neck or stunning them with his aura. And Purple Guy kept up like it was nothing, cutting them apart with a pair of twin swords.

It was over before it began, and Gon was left with a bitter taste in the back of his throat.

Jealousy.

"Holy shit, Killua! That was fucking badass!" Ging cheered as the Valkyrie ripped the mask of his face.

Purple Guy ripped Pariston's mask off, and Gon frowned in distaste when the stranger proved that he was just as strong as Gon was… if not a little stronger. Fuck. He'd probably need his biochemical to beat him in a competition of strength. Gon fucking hated that.

"Yeah, I'm amazing," Killua bragged, "But we need to move, there's still a shit ton of crewmates, and if we wanna steal the slip vessel we need to beat them to the northern bay."

"Hahah!" Ging barked, "Perfect! I've been wanting to get off this damned ship this whole time!"

Still struggling to understand what the heck was going on, Gon stumbled after Killua and Purple Guy, who were already sprinting down the halls. Killua had released Godspeed, he couldn't hold more than two people at a time, and as they'd just learned, splitting up was a terrible idea.

The five of them tore through the halls, sprinting past the eastern and northern floodgates on the way. Ging and Pariston had left just as big of a mess as Gon had. And he was sure Killua had left an even bigger one.

Gon was glaring at Purple Guy's back as he ran - he had taken Gon's spot by Killua's side because the hybrid was still dizzy - and that's how he noticed that he had the pirate army's emblem blazoned over the back of his space suit!

What the hell was going on here?!

Why was Killua fraternizing with their enemy?!

And why in the flying fuck was he coming with them right now?!

Gon cried out as he was overcome with an intense wave of nausea, and he tripped over his own feet. Shit, his vision was so blurry he couldn't fucking see. Gon gagged, and hurled his guts up. Fuck, he was really glad he'd skipped breakfast this morning–

"Damn, that's nasty, man!"

Gon growled, hairs rising on the back of his neck when an unknown voice came from his left side. He couldn't see a damn thing through all these fuzzy clouds running across his vision, but when a pair of strong arms hauled him to his feet and a thin tail wrapped around his waist to steady him he knew that this fucker was Purple Guy.

Gods fucking dammit!

What the hell was this?!

Why the fuck was this happening?!

This guy was trying to take HIS Killua, and here Gon was, unable to run on his own and being helped by the exact asshole that he wanted to be killing right now!

Gon stumbled along, each step sending shockwaves of nausea rippling through his entire body. Purple Guy tugged him along, holding him up and rushing to try and keep up with Killua's brisk pace.

Why wasn't it Killua that was helping him?! Why'd it have to be this bitch?!

Gon growled, trying to push the guy off, "I can run on my own!"

He chuckled, his voice was low and like honey.

Gon hated that.

"No you can't," he countered. "You've got one hell-of-a concussion!"

Gon snarled, glaring at where he was pretty sure the guy's face was.

"Alright, we're starting to fall behind so if you don't mind imma just–"

Gon hissed - though it was more of a high pitched snarl - as Purple Guy scooped Gon off his feet and held him bridal style against his chest.

And then he had the audacity to take off at five times the speed they'd been going before!

And of course, Gon was too fucking dizzy to do anything but just sit there and lean his stupid fuzzy head against Purple Guy's stupid sculpted chest. He was even more muscular than Gon was! What the fuck was this?!

Testosterone dictated that Gon challenge him RIGHT here, RIGHT now, but he wasn't in a position to do that and it was REALLY pissing him off!

In and out of a concussion induced daze, Gon was vaguely aware of Purple Guy running up a short metal ramp, laying Gon gently against some sort of couch, and then sprinting in the other direction cheering in his stupid boisterous voice about "lift off" or something fucking stupid like that.

Everything he heard was all echoey and making him dizzy.

"Hold on, does anyone know how to fly a ship?!" Ging suddenly exclaimed, sounding rushed and very stressed out.

"I do!"

…Fuck you Purple Guy.

Fuck you.

Ging cheered triumphantly, and the last thing on Gon's mind before he passed out from the pain in his head was that he hoped Purple Guy failed and fucking crashed. Cause he'd rather go out in an explosion than have to wake up and have to see his stupid face.


AN: you can measure how pissed off Gon is by the amount of cursing in his stream of consciousness... he is very much angered omg