AN: because Gon hasn't suffered enough


Gon awoke with a start. His eyes flew open, and he was overcome with the shock of waking up in an unfamiliar place. The hybrid sat up. Where was he? He glanced around. He was tucked under the blankets of some bunk bed, set into the walls of what appeared to be a small space ship?

He looked around. Across the room (though it was more of a glorified hallway) was another set of bunks, the sheets messy from use. Gon could smell a familiar scent wafting from the bunk across from his, and a blanket of calm settled over him.

Gon kicked the sheets off, and took to his feet–

"Ow," he hissed, head lurching with waves of pain. Gon stumbled, grabbing onto the bunks for balance. Crap, what the heck had happened. His head hurt.

Come on, Gon. Think! How had he gotten here? Where was here?

The hybrid glanced to his right: a closed sliding door. To his left was a cramped storage/bathroom/washing area. Gon stumbled over to the tiny bathroom, shutting himself inside. He looked himself in the mirror, finding his head wrapped up in a bandage and his face indented with pillow marks.

Gods, his head hurt so bad he couldn't think, or even remember anything at all.

He must have gotten a seriously bad concussion.

Gon rubbed the sleep from his eyes, and felt at the back of his head. He winced, that hurt. The back of his head must have been where the blow was taken. A vague memory of being kicked savagely in the back of the skull flitted across Gon's mind.

He'd been on the ground in handcuffs… why?

Gon unwound the bandage from his head, the release of the knotted gauze wafting a familiar scent into the air. Lavender, vanilla, and the sharp scent of fresh snow.

The hybrid blinked. Why did he remember that smell? And why was it making him feel all warm and fuzzy inside?

Gon frowned. He really didn't like head injuries.

He glanced to the side, over at the cramped excuse for a shower. There were four different sets of soap, all lined up on the built-in shelves. Gon looked down at himself, he was wearing a pair of green shorts and a baggy black tank top. He remembered the shorts, they were his favorite shorts!

But where had the tank top come from? It was a little cropped at the bottom, and the fabric was soft and luxurious. He felt at the cloth, brow furrowing as memories tickled at the edges of his mind.

Little wisps of moments, like sunlight trickling through leaves. This shirt was important. Someone had picked it out for him. Gon blinked. But who? He brought the fabric up to his nose, maybe he could pick up some sort of scent from it that would tell him who had given it to him.

The hybrid's nose wrinkled. The fabric stunk of himself and body odor. Gods, how long had he been wearing this? Gon glanced over at the shower, suddenly all too aware of the greasy state of his hair and the sticky sensation of dried sweat against his skin.

Well, he might as well wash up, huh? Maybe cleaning up could spark his memory a little.

The hybrid padded over to the shower. He flipped it in, pushing the lever to the hottest setting. The water poured, and Gon found a smile pulling at the corners of his lips.

"Shit, Gon, it's so fucking hot!"

"That hot? That's so cool!"

That's right, Gon liked the shower as hot as possible, but it was too hot for… damn it. He'd lost his train of thought again, swallowed up by the dull ache of pain in his skull.

With a frustrated sigh, Gon tugged his shirt up and off, and then kicked off his shorts. The water had headed up, and the bathroom was filling up with fog. Gon glanced over at the cloudy mirror, and then flipped the fan on. He always forgot to do that.

The hybrid stepped into the shower, a thick purr rising in his throat at the comforting heat. Gon leaned against the wall of the tiny shower, reveling in the steamy water pounding over his shoulders. His purr echoed against the walls, loud and rumbling.

Wait, wasn't he not supposed to let himself purr?

"Purring is awesome! There's nothing wrong with purring!"

Another soft smile slid across Gon's features. Oh, right. Never mind, it was okay to purr.

Effectively soaked, Gon reached out for the soap… only to pause. There were four different sets of soap and shampoo. Which one was his? The hybrid blinked. Two of them looked the same, generic with black wrapping and a bland scent. Another set was red, smelling sharp and almost fruity.

Gon didn't like that smell. It made his lip curl up.

There was one more set, this one with pearly white bottles and purple labels. Their pale white color drew Gon's attention. Curious, Gon reached out and picked up the bar of white soap. He held the soap in his hand, running it under the water. He flipped it around and around in his palm, watching the slippery bar slide around in his grip and work up a thick lather.

A soft, almost delicate scent filled the entire shower. It surrounded Gon in a dizzying cloud, almost overwhelming him. Vanilla and lavender. Something about this smell was making Gon's stomach twist, his heart flutter.

This smell was familiar.

Gon liked this smell.

Suddenly determined to encase himself in this wonderful and heart melting scent, Gon scrubbed the soap all over his body. The cleaning product was slick, filmy and soft. It drowned him in that scent, the sweet smelling bubbles tickling at Gon's memory, beckoning him to remember.

But remember what?

What was he supposed to be remembering?

Slowly, Gon picked up the pearly white bottle of shampoo. He squirted the slimy stuff into his hand, and worked his fingers through his hair. He scented deeply, trying to figure out why this smell was beating at the doors in his mind, rattling the cages holding his memories hostage and screaming at him to remember.

Remember him!

Wait, remember who?

Gon whined, his head was really hurting. Thinking too much made the pain worse.

He set the bottle down, rinsing the suds from his hair and sighing almost sadly as the most of the sweet scent washed down the drain. He reached his hand for the handle… but something tickled at his mind once again.

Gon turned back to face the bottles of pearly white. He'd washed his body and hair… so why was he?

The hybrid blinked, reading the bottles he hadn't touched.

Shaving cream.

Lotion.

Conditioner…

Conditioner? But why was a second step needed for your hair? The whole point of a shower was to wash it, right? That's what the shampoo did, so how come–

Soft.

Fluffy silver locks, cloud-like to the touch. They tossed about in the salty ocean breeze. Gon wanted to sift his hands through that fluffy silk… feel that soft hair for himself.

Gon blinked, his heart starting to pick up speed.

There it was, this spasming warmth again.

He picked up the bottle of conditioner, inspecting the label. Reading the instructions and trying to figure out why this random product was starting a riot in his mind. Curious, he popped the bottle open. That delicate scent wafted out again.

Gon breathed in deep.

This smell… What was it about this smell? Why did Gon want to drown himself in this smell? No. Not the smell.

Silver hair… soft skin. Skin that feels like silk…

Kind hands, wrapping a bandage around Gon's head.

Soft eyes… but… what color? What color were those eyes?

Oh.

Gon's heart lurched.

Blue. Those eyes were a glorious and sparkling blue.

Yes. It wasn't the smell that Gon wanted to drown himself in, it was the person to whom this smell belonged.

Gently, cautiously, Gon lathered his hands with conditioner. He threaded it through his hair. Not too much to make it greasy, but enough to make all the knots and tangles slide right away.

Gon hummed as he threaded his hands through his hair, rinsing the slippery stuff out and leaning back to let the water fall over his eyes.

The silhouette dug their nails into Gon's scalp, pulling at his waist with their legs and begging Gon to just come the hell down.

"Idiot," the world echoed through Gon's mind, making him shiver.

Gon coughed, suddenly choking on air. His eyes blew wide, suddenly standing at attention. Standing in the steamy shower, that scent embracing him and swaying about in the air around him.

His heart was pounding, his breath picking up speed.

What… was that? That memory just now… it was…

It was a fragment of a dream, a dream that haunted Gon's thoughts. A dream that couldn't possibly be real, because there was no way that–

The hybrid let go of Killua's hands, but he left them raised up where Gon had left them. Gon slowly, lightly slid his hands up Killua's body, from his slender waist to rest at his shoulders. He knelt over the assassin, one knee braced between his legs and the other beside his hip.

"Killua!" Gon gasped, his mind exploding with recognition.

The fog in his mind was gone in a flash, the ache in the back of his head no more than a distant echo as he remembered. Killua. Killua! Killua was the one with silver hair and starry eyes, he was the one that smelled like vanilla and lavender, and he was the one that made Gon smile even when he couldn't remember anything but his own name.

Gon whined, tangling his hands in his hair and squatting down under the pounding water of the shower. Killua. He was in love with Killua. His best friend, and the light of his life. They had been traveling together, and had finally found Ging. They were on a mission to the Moon of Chimera, and Gon had been about to–

Killua's cheeks were flushed pink, and Gon's scarlet red to match. He could hardly think past the thundering in his chest, could hardly force his lips to form the words.

Gon whimpered, bouncing on his heels as he drug his hands across his face.

Dammit!

Just remembering that was enough to make Gon die of embarrassment.

That had been so scary, so terrifying! But the look in Killua's eyes, the way he had completely frozen and the way he'd whispered Gon's name like that–

Gon's chest lurched. He felt hyper active, he wanted to dance and scream and just stab himself in the eye all at the same time.

"I was confessing to Killua," he whimpered to himself, voice sounding hollow and drowned out against the pounding of the water in the shower. "I was literally in the middle of saying 'I love you' when the ship got attacked."

Gon groaned dramatically, punching the shower wall with the side of his fast.

"Crap!" that had taken so much courage, and of course it had all been ruined. Now Gon just wanted to hide. How was he supposed to face Killua now?! After all that stupid shit he'd been doing?! After they'd gotten interrupted like that?! How the fuck were the supposed to press play now?!

Gods dammit, the mood had been so perfect and Gon had seriously been about to–

"I'm a mess," Gon whined to himself. He knew he was a sappy person. But never, never in a MILLION years had he ever been THIS down hard over anyone. It was like his every heartbeat just whispered "Killua." "Killua." "Killua."

Why'd everything have to happen like that?! They'd gotten attacked, and they'd fought off the pirates. That's how Gon had gotten captured, and that's why he'd gotten kicked in the head. He couldn't remember much after that, but now that all the madness was over and Gon was free to process everything he'd been prevented from saying and doing–

With a determined growl, Gon shot to his feet. He was trembling at the knees, encased in Killua's scent… drowning in the steamy memories of everything he'd been about to do– (Also remembering that damn dream was making him kinda horny so that was there too.)

No! He couldn't wait around anymore!

Where was Killua?! He needed to talk to him RIGHT now!

Heart galloping in his chest, Gon switched off the shower and snatched the first towel he saw off the rack. He pressed it to his face to wipe away the water–

Only to get stuck swooning and whimpering because it was Killua's towel and Gon was getting a face full of that tantalizing scent. It was even still damp from the last time Killua had used it–

Okay.

Gon really needed to draw the line at getting this worked up over Killua's fucking bath towel.

He really was completely head over heels, wasn't he?

Yup. Gon was completely crazy for Killua, and now that he'd finally worked up the balls to SAY SOMETHING about it, NOTHING was getting in his way! All of them had almost died, Gon had almost gotten tossed out the airlock!

There was no time to spare, he was gonna explode if he didn't just hurry and tell Killua right now!

Heart blazing with passion, Gon stormed out of the bathroom. He had half a mind to just march his way up to Killua in nothing but his towel, but that was probably too forward. In a scrambling rush, Gon hunted for clothes. They'd been forced to leave all their belongings back on the ship, that really sucked.

But luckily, there were spare clothes stored with the survival equipment.

Gon tugged on a pair of plain gray pants and long sleeved shirt. The fabric was rough and uncomfortable, but Gon couldn't have cared less. He had every intention of ripping it all off soon, anyways.

Should he calm down?

He should probably calm down.

But he couldn't!

How long had he been passed out? How long had they been on this ship, whatever this ship was? How many hours had he been forced to suffer through without Killua sleeping at his side?!

It felt like Gon hadn't seen Killua in ten years. Now that he was this close to finally spilling his heart out, he needed Killua to be there with him right now! He was half way there, he'd had Killua in his arms, the words had been on his lips!

He was dying inside, he needed to finish his sentence. He knew it would probably seem like it was coming out of nowhere but Gon was going to die if he didn't have Killua in his arms right that very second.

The look in Killua's eyes–

"Gon," he whispered, so faint that the hybrid's sharp ears didn't pick it up. Wouldn't have if it hadn't been for the movement of those soft lips.

They way Killua had gazed up at him, the sparkle in those bottomless eyes. Gon was certain of it, he knew it, Killua had to like him back! There was no denying it! Gon had seen that feeling in those blue eyes, he'd been poking at it for a whole week now!

His heart was beating so fast, Gon wanted to cry and scream for joy all at the same time.

He was gonna fly off the handle if he didn't see Killua right now, if he didn't remind himself that Killua was real and not just some incredible dream.

Gon tossed the sliding door open, not know the layout of this ship but knowing that if Killua wasn't in here than he was out there somewhere–

"Die, bitch!"

Gon gasped, ducking as a pillow sailed past his head.

Boisterous laughter echoed against the walls of a compact living area. A twinkling laughter that made Gon's heart ache, the very sound that flitted through his dreams and made them turn wet and lucid. The rare symphony of Killua's unconcealed laughter. The bark of joy that forced past his lips, too joyful and bright to be choked down or hidden behind a hand.

But also.

A laugh Gon didn't know.

A giggling, light and carefree. The playful calls from a voice that sounded like honey. Warm and low, sweet with that subtle hint of trouble.

What the hell…

Gon was frozen in shock. There was Killua, just through the door like he'd known he'd be… but who was this?

Killua was darting around the room, chucking pillows back and forth as he horsed around and laughed. He was clearly having the time of his life… his tail swished about, a clear indication of how happy he was. How much fun he was having.

His eyes were crinkled up at the corners, that rare and precious grin blowing his face wide in its glorious light. Those sapphire depths twinkled, that wild hair swished around his cheekbones as he darted about.

But it wasn't Gon that was making him this happy…

It wasn't Gon that was making Killua's tail dance and cheeks flush with playful excitement.

No. It was another male. With wild black hair, fluffy little bat-ears, and expressive green eyes.

Purple Guy.

If Gon said he was jealous… that would be an understatement.

In that moment… he was… well, enraged to say the least.

Who was this?! Hanging out with HIS Killua, making HIS Killua smile like that–

Wasn't Gon the only one that Killua would goof off with?!

Wasn't Gon the only one who could make him smile and laugh like the rest of the world didn't exist?!

All of a sudden Gon remembered everything that had happened after he'd gotten captured and kicked in the head. Killua had come to save him, but he'd brought this guy along with him. Killua and this guy had fought together like two perfect matches, saving Ging and Pariston like it was no effort at all.

Killua and this guy had led them all to the slip vessel, and THIS GUY had carried Gon around like a useless little kid cause Gon had been paralyzed with nausea and the fog of his concussion.

And because Gon had been unconscious, this guy was having a pillow fight with Killua. Making him laugh. Watching those beautiful blue eyes sparkle with kiddish joy.

Gon watched, frozen as Purple Guy chased Killua in circles around the in table. He watched, frozen, as Killua playful dodged and returned his attacks. And he watched.

Frozen.

As Killua leapt and tackled him against the couch.

And he watched, frozen.

As the two of them wrestled about for dominance, laughing like maniacs and messing up each other's hair.

What…

Was this?

That was–

That was Gon's job–

Gon was Killua's best friend, not Purple Guy, he was the one who was supposed to horse around with Killua like that! A dark knot started to brew in the pit of Gon's belly.

"You're a damn cheater!" Killua shrieked laughing as Purple Guy prodded at the underside of his ribs.

What? But Gon was the only one who knew Killua was ticklish there–

Purple Guy grinned like wild, twining his and Killua's tails together as he held the Valkyrie hostage, perched over him like– like–

Gon wasn't gonna finish that thought.

Then he leaned down and planted a kiss on the tip of Killua's nose.

Killua's cheeks flushed a pale pink, and he pushed at Purple Guy's face, giggling.

"..."

Oh fuck no.

Gon saw red.

A storm of possessive emotions exploded within him, and a territorial growl - Yup! Territorial! Killua was fucking HIS and THIS guy was NOT ALLOWED to touch him! - ripped from his throat.

Gon stomped over to the couch, and grabbed Purple Guy by the back of his collar, ripping him off Killua and leaning over the back of the couch to glare daggers into his stupid green eyes.

Those green orbs blinked in surprise, and then sparked with a–

Was that fucking defiance?!

Then he smirked. Smirked!

Oh, Gon was going to KILL him–

"Gon!" Killua gasped in surprise.

Hearing Killua's voice was the only thing that stopped Gon from just ripping Purple Guy's head off right then and there.

The two hybrid's glanced down at Killua, the Valkyrie scrambling to a sitting position, eyes wide and shocked.

"You're awake!" he exclaimed. Killua's blue eyes flashed with that familiar emotion, and Gon dropped Purple Guy. The raven flailed his arms as he crashed uncomfortably down into the crack between the couch and the in table.

Hah! Fuck him, suffer, bitch!

"Killua," Gon breathed, suddenly forgetting everything that he'd been thinking just now. There was nothing but him, him and Killua.

"That hurt, dammit!" complained a voice from the ground.

Oh.

That's right.

Gon, Killua… and this assface.

Killua sat up on his knees, taking Gon's face in his hands and turning his head back and forth. Gon's cheeks flushed as Killua pulled him close to inspect his eyes and the back of his head.

"Are you alright?" the Valkyrie demanded, "You passed out the second we boarded the ship! You've been unconscious for four days now!"

Shit, Gon had been in a fucking coma?!

"Four days?!" he squeaked.

"Yeah, one hell of a nap," Purple Guy snorted from where he was standing behind Killua.

Gon glared at him.

"Who the hell are you?" he demanded.

Killua blinked, and let go of Gon. He awkwardly stood up, standing beside Purple Guy and watching Gon murder him with his eyes from across the measly barrier of the couch.

"Oh, Gon, this is Ryder," Killua said, gesturing to Purple Guy. "He's joining us on our mission."

Gon narrowed his eyes. "Where the fuck did he come from?"

Killua blinked, Gon never cursed.

"I fell from heaven~" Ryder purred, winking at Gon and slinging his arm around Killua's shoulder.

Gon growled, and Killua watched - helpless - as Gon and Ryder held the most intense staring contest of all time.

He likes Killua.

While I've been comatose, he's been making his move.

Ryder.

I'm gonna fucking murder this asshole.

Killua is mine! He can't have him!

Gon marched around the side of the couch, manhandling Ryder away from Killua's side and slinging his arm around Killua's shoulders instead.

"Fat excuse for a thin-blood like yourself," Gon snapped. Alien blood was easily overwritten, it didn't hold much sway in any gene pool. It was often considered one of the weakest blood types, and "thin-blood" was a dirty insult for any humanoid with an easily overwritten blood type.

"Gon," Killua scolded, elbowing him in the ribs. Clearly shocked to hear Gon cursing Ryder out like that when he'd been on the receiving end of verbal harassment just like that his whole life. They were both hybrids, that should unite them, right?!

Ryder just grinned.

Gon growled again.

Nope. Just because two humanoids were of the same species (or generalization of a species) didn't mean they would get along. The fact of the matter was, now Gon had competition for Killua. He needed to chase Ryder off if he wanted Killua to be his.

Clearly Killua liked Ryder… as a friend, at least. Or that's what Gon hoped the extent of his feelings were… Gon couldn't confess to Killua. No. Not until he was certain that Ryder wasn't a problem. And in order to do so, he had to prove to Ryder that Killua was his and his alone.

"Gon," Killua prodded, "Cut it out."

"It's nice to meet you, Barf Boy," Ryder chirped.

Gon prickled. "What?"

Killua glared at the raven. "Ryder," he warned.

The two hybrids ignored him, stepping away from Killua to face off in the open area between the back and middle blocks.

"Barf Boy? Has a nice ring to it, don't you think?" Ryder asked, smirking at Gon.

"I don't think so," the tan skinned male snarled. "But I think your name would look nice on a headstone."

"Gon!" Killua gasped.

Ryder snickered, "You wanna fight me, pretty boy?"

Gon's aura seeped from his skin in a sickening cloud of black smoke. He tossed his head, slinging the wet strands of hair out of his eyes. He lowered into a fighting stance, activating his Ren.

Ryder did the same.

So he was a Sorcerer too, huh?

That ticked Gon off.

"Show me–"

"Gon! Ryder! Chill the fuck out!" Killua interrupted, marching between the two of them and slapping each of them in the face with the flat of his tail. He flared his Valkyrie aura, lowering his glamour and commanding them to obey.

A chill ran up Gon's spine at the onslaught of Killua's unrestrained aura, and Ryder's eyebrows drew together as he strained to defend himself from it.

The two hybrid's backed off, deactivating their Ren and straightening up.

"Gods," Killua scoffed. "The fuck is wrong with you two?"

"There's been a new addition to the pack, so they're fighting over who takes the alpha position," Pariston chirped as himself and Gin walked in from the cockpit. Attracted by the promise of infighting.

Killua scoffed, scrutinizing the two idiots with those piercing blue eyes. "Well that's stupid as hell. I'm the alpha around here. If you're really so concerned with who outranks who then you can relax, because I outrank all of you by a long shot."

Gon and Ryder stared each other down, flanking Killua on either side. Gon glared, while Ryder just grinned. Ging watched on in surprise while Pariston was practically dancing from foot to foot.

"Is this going to be a problem?" Ging snapped at the two younger hybrids. "We're arriving at Hallah in two days, and from there it's only a matter of time before we meet up with our contact. We can't afford infighting at a time like this, so do I need to intervene?"

"No," Gon muttered through gritted teeth.

"It's all chill!" Ryder chirped.

Ging scoffed. "Yeah, sure. Don't cause any problems, alright? We're supposed to be working together! Gon, if you kill him I'm gonna pummel you. He's annoying, but we need him to fly the ship."

Ryder pouted, "Come on, give me a little cred!"

Gon growled low in his throat, proud that Ging had acknowledged him as the stronger of the two. That's right, assbag. Gon was the one in charge around here.

"I'm serious!" Ging snapped, glaring at Gon to quit snarling like a damn rabid dog. "If you two can't get along then I'm getting involved! Gods, teenagers really piss me off," he muttered to himself as he tugged Pariston back to the cockpit. He slammed the door behind him, blocking out the inevitable arguing that would break out between the two hybrids.

"I'm not a teenager," Ryder complained.

"You might as well be," Killua snorted, bumping their shoulders together. Gon stiffened at the gesture. Why was Killua being so friendly with Ryder?! He was a total douchebag!

"Gon," Killua complained, poking him in the leg with the tip of his tail. The pain bit, and Gon winced. Fine then. He'd stop glaring at Ryder… for now.

"Oh my god, let's watch Legally Blonde!" Ryder squealed, skipping over to the couch and flipping on the television.

Killua sighed, shaking his head as he followed Ryder and sat down. Gon stayed glued at his side, standing obnoxiously close and growling at Ryder whenever he'd scoot too close to Killua.

The Valkyrie internally groaned. This was so fucking annoying.

It felt like he was in charge of two fucking toddlers.

Was this what Mamapika had felt like being in charge of the three of them all the time?

Why'd Ging and Pariston have to abandon him with these two idiots?! He had the creeping feeling that these were going to be a long two days…


AN:

Gon rn: "And now, I want to sit back and relax and enjoy my evening. When all of a sudden, I hear this agitating, grating voice-"

*Ryder giggling like fucking Gojo off in the distance*