A/N: Can you feel Christmas!? It's the 'ber' months already, yay! I love the 'ber' months so much. LOL I would say I am not late in updating but I feel like I am. Pardon. GonxKillua feels interfered my KilluaxYuhi feels. Hshshs~ I am not kidding. And I got sick for 4 days so I couldn't concentrate. ^^; But anyway, here is the chapterrrr! I cannot believe we've reached chapter 9 already. Thank you all for keeping up!

By the way, Mai drew Yuhi again! Thank you so much, sweetie, you are awesome! I will post the link in my profile laters.

Here's a little trivia: this story was supposed to be a comic fic, a satirical one, illustrating every possible cliche found in romance stories. But I decided to make it a little serious because I have an on-going crack-fic already.

Doki/Ba-dump = sound of a heartbeat

Disclaimer: This is a FAN fiction.


TRUTH OR CONSEQUENCE

CHAPTER NINE
Oh, The Ultimate Cliché!

The sound of metal spoons clashing against porcelain bowls, beer bottles clanking, men talking and laughing aloud from different corners of the room, and the smell of hot ramen soup filled the interior of Roroturo's ramen shop. It was then already half past eight o'clock in the evening but the shop's still jam-packed with people who stayed in to somehow warm the cold night. The shop's staffs were busy–Roroturo, though he was the busiest, was enjoying himself while talking about random stuff with his friends and introducing himself and his old stories to new people, and the waiters were happily walking to and fro tables and the counter around-the-clock. There was a merry and carefree atmosphere inside the warm ramen shop despite the cold and harsh weather outside.

However, there's this normally cheery person who seemed not to act… normal that night.

Inside the kitchen, where the sound of heavy dough being mashed, running water, and clashing metal could be distinctly heard, was a certain auburn-haired 14-year old girl who seemed to be uncharacteristically quiet.

Yuhi stood there by the sink, facing the unwashed dishes–her eyes fixed blankly at nothing, eyebrows creased incredibly, hands soaping and wiping the bowls and chopsticks blandly, with her dull, lifeless arms. She moved like a robot drained off energy–grabbing used chinas and silver utensils from her left, sponging and rinsing them with running water from the faucet in front of her, and placing the objects together with the other clean ones to the right side of the panel counter. Her big auburn-eyes were wide, lids blinking immensely. Yuhi subconsciously took a deep breath and pressed her lips together. She was thinking–of why she suddenly had this unexplained… thing roaming around inside her chest when she heard what her shy and sweet friend had to say…

XxxflashbackxxX

"…Yuhi-chan?"

The addressed blinked, realizing that the focus in her vision had disappeared for a split second. She didn't know. Something just instantly came in without warning. Something cut her vision, like a fast approaching bullet shot across the room, or an arrow released from the string of its bow, or a race car high-speeding in the highway a gazillion kilometres per hour; something… just something that felt as though had slashed her ribcage open, and stabbed her chest hard for some unknown reason. Yuhi couldn't understand it. She stood straight and narrowed her eyes at the tiny black-haired girl in front of her, who looked at her with a mix of confusion and concern covering her tiny face, trying to focus her gaze. Her mind was telling her to smile and say it's nothing like she always do, but surprisingly–for her–at that moment, she couldn't seem to do it. "Uh…"

Mitan looked down at her leather shoes, fiddling with her shaky fingers. "I-It's okay if you don't want to do it…" she trailed off with a slight crack of tone at the end of her sentence, sounding incredibly ashamed of what she had confessed.

That time the auburn-haired girl got back to the left conversation. And as though she was holding her breath, she exhaled a good amount of carbon dioxide, swallowing liquid. Her arms became strangely weak as she stretched them to reach out for Mitan's request–her face smiling. Yuhi took a deep breath. "I'll do it."

Looking up, the former let out a hopeful smile on her face. "Really?"

Seeing this, Yuhi gained enough strength to return to her lost balance. Her smile was pure. "Yes!" But although she knew she agreed wholeheartedly, she felt her chest being stabbed hard again after speaking her word. She paused at that, looking away to question herself. What's happening…?

However the tiny black-haired girl never saw that, for she was taking out the said envelope from her skirt pocket. She handed it happily with both hands.

At that time Yuhi had already shaken her head off the thoughts of such strange things. She took the letter in her hands, and stared at it for seconds. The plain white color of the envelope did not show much passion or admiration… or attention, but that small red embossed sticker shaped as a heart at very center of the square paper-case said it all. Yep, no doubt; a love letter. She nodded slowly–both to herself and to Mitan. She felt happy for her friend, sure, and found her so courageous and brave and strong, but a very tiny part of her was not in normal condition–and that was the throbbing organ in her chest.

However she wanted to ignore it, especially when by looking at her black-haired friend she saw that innocent, hopeful look in her little blushing face. Yuhi smiled at that, and decided it was time to drop the thoughts and everything in between. Grinning teasingly, she poked the girl's ribs with her left index finger. "A love letter for him?" she silently asked, careful not to let anyone hear their conversation. But… Ba-dump. There it was again.

Mitan almost turned around to hide her embarrassment. "…P-Please don't tell anyone!" She bowed low. It was a desperate request.

But Yuhi found that incredibly adorable. She giggled. "Of course!" Leaning a little closer she whipered "It'll be our secret." Then she laughed. "Oh yeah, and Gon's, and Killua's too!" Halt. Doki. Yuhi smiled to herself, even giggled to herself when she realized what she had said. Ba-dump. But that pang came back again, reminding her that she was not the only person who might share the same sentiments towards that certain white-haired boy. Slightly tensed, she returned her attention to the black-haired girl. To her relief, and awe, she was laughing, though silently, but heartily. Yuhi smiled. Until it grew wider.

Mitan returned it. It was the first time Yuhi had seen that look in the girl's face. "Thank you, Yuhi!" She leapt forward, throwing her feeble arms around the auburn-haired girl's neck for an embrace.

A bit surprised at first, Yuhi instantly let go of the broom she was holding to excitingly return the hug with an animated happy look on her face, jumping a little. Gyaaa! Yuhi loved hugs–so much–but hearing what Mitan had to say next, she felt that tiny slash in the chest yet again.

"It means a lot."

Shocked, Yuhi was so shocked about the reactions her chest was giving. But luckily, Sejin's voice saved her sanity. Yuhi blinked when she heard the president call the both of them from inside the room, reminding them to finish the tasks they were assigned to do. Again exhaling a good amount of air, Yuhi pulled away from the embrace and gave a reassuring grin to Mitan, who returned the gesture with a small smile and a single nod. Both then returned inside the room, with Yuhi immediately placing Mitan's letter inside her skirt's pocket and apologizing to Sejin with a sheepish smile, and Mitan apologetically bowing to the president.

The moment everything was done, the latter went to mutter a silent "Thank you again, Yuhi-chan. I owe you one" before saying her goodbyes to her classmates and going off first. The three other boys, too, went ahead a few minutes after Mitan left, leaving Sejin and Yuhi walking out of the campus gates together. The latter managed to restrain herself from blurting out that particular topic to her seatmate all the while they were fixing their things, though, and resulted to talking about other general things–like the weather, and school–everything, but not about Killua. No, Yuhi could not seem to think about the white-haired boy without feeling that unidentified pang in her chest. The feeling was alienated, and she did not want to show Sejin what that could be, though her seatmate, from time to time, was giving her looks of confusion and disbelief when she was changing the topic.

Yuhi was gleeful althroughout. But when they started to walk through the corridors, she remembered Mitan's request. And seeing the 2-A room within sight, walking past it, Yuhi turned her gaze towards the windows of the room, noticing a lot of people–boys, specifically–inside. She did not want to do it, but she could not help it. Yuhi searched. And there, together with the group of laughing boys sitting on top of the desks, she saw her angel, and she could not keep her eyes off him all the while thinking of Mitan's innocent smile. At that time, she did not smile, nor giggled. She just… stared, with a straight look on her face–until Killua noticed. Yuhi immediately looked away then with a racing heart, running towards the staircase to catch up with her friend.

While heading home, Yuhi was beyond thoughtful. She was trying to figure out what she had been feeling, thinking about it, and thinking about it even more, until she got home.

Xxxfashback-endxxX

Yuhi continued to stare blankly ahead–this time, intently, with her eyebrows creased even more–unaware that she stopped moving her hands from washing while she again remembered that strange, strange… ba-dump in her chest. She couldn't undertand it. Yuhi wasn't naïve, no. She knew about romance and things, but she couldn't believe herself to be something she was forcing her mind not to accept. It's only a crush. A crush, Yuhi, attraction. No, Yuhi did not wish for something more–though she hoped, she knew it would be in vain, that he was only some shining star meant to be looked at. So why? I feel unfair to Mitan. I should be happy for her. And she truly wanted to. But she needed also to figure out what she was feeling to get rid of it. Am I… Yuhi slowly lifted her head up and stared with surprised eyes at the wall in front of her. Am I… affected…?

"Hey, Yuhi."

The girl gasped and dropped the bowl she was holding in hands. It clashed against the pile on the sink.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?" A man from behind asked, walking towards her.

Yuhi blinked and shook her head. She turned around and gave a sheepish smile to the man. It was Roroturo. "Ah—" She stroked the end strand of her hair but realized that her glove was covered with dishwashing soap. Putting it down, she tried to grin. "Y-Yes. Why?" But inside she was screaming. What's happening to you, Yuhi!?

Roroturo paused 5 feet away from the girl. His eyebrows were confusedly creased. "Is something bothering you, child? You're acting quite strange. Did something happen at school?"

Ack. Yuhi slapped her face inwardly, knowing that Roroturo could perfectly read her even by just looking. But she managed to hide it, though not impeccably. She laughed, and shook her head. "Nope, I'm perfectly fine, Roroturo-san. Does it… look like something is bothering me?" It was a question of personal inquiry. She wanted to hear it from a different person to somehow reprimand her emotions.

Roroturo crossed his arms against his chest, tapping one finger against his chin and breathing in deeply. "Well, you sure are quiet today. Teachers gave you tough task again?"

Yuhi nodded slowly to herself. Note one: don't stay quiet for too long. She looked at Roroturo, and seeing his seriously concerned gray eyes she looked down. "…Yeah." A silent reply. Yuhi wanted to bang her head against the wall at that time, for not telling Roroturo what's up with her.

A pause.

The man exhaled roughly. "Alright, since it's already quarter to nine, why don't you go upstairs after cleaning up here? I'm sure Rita's on her way. She can replace you for tonight."

Looking immediately back up, Yuhi eyes grew wide. "Eh? But I—"

"School comes first, Yuhi," Roroturo ordered softly, placing a hand on the girl's head. "Right?"

Yuhi smiled. It was pure. She nodded cheerily.

Roroturo chuckled, stepping backwards. "If you ever have problems, talk to me about it, okay, Yuhi? Because if you keep lying about it and hiding it, it'll never be solved. Remember that."

A deep breath was necessary. Yuhi nodded again. "I will, I promise."

The buff man smiled and left Yuhi for his counter.

The latter watched him walk away–thinking. Another sigh. I will, Roroturo-san. But not this one. I don't even know if this is a problem worth solving… Yuhi turned back around to face the sink, planting her palms against the edge of the sink. She closed her eyes, taking deep breaths. Relax, Yuhi. You are overreacting. This is not right. Suddenly Killua's face came in gloriously in her head. Then the train of sweet events between the two of them went past her thoughts. She would have smiled, but she didn't; because her heart gave that strange thump again when Mitan's adorably innocent smile went past with it. Yuhi opened her eyes and looked up, releasing a whining sound from her throat. "Noooo. Why? What's happening to me?" she whispered at the ceiling with a frustrated groan.

Yuhi let her gaze fall back to the dishes, sighing as she shook her head. Then from the corner of her eye, she saw one of Roroturo's helpers in the kitchen facing her with a questioning look on her face. Yuhi instantly smiled, her pulses doubling with tension. "Y-You saw that, Edolin-san?" An embarrassed tone.

The lady only nodded, her puzzled face was stagnant.

Yuhi wanted to cry, but instead she laughed, waving her hands. "I'm sorry! I was talking to myself!" she tried to defend her pride.

Edolin blinked and gave a small smile and bow before returning to mashing dough.

The auburn-haired girl sighed of relief, smiling to herself. I should be more careful with my actions, ne. Yuhi returned to finishing her task–fast–so she can reflect by herself in her room, and do what Mr. Yama sent for them to check.


It's not as if Yuhi did not truly know the real reason behind the unidentified feeling that was disturbing her. She knew; she just couldn't put a finger on it. She knew; she just did not know how to deal with it. She knew; she just did not know why she had to deal with it. A sigh escaped the girl's lungs for the nth time as she sat on a chair in front of her desk, in her room, holding a piece of exam paper in her left hand and staring at it. She just stared at it, at the name printed there with a lousy, boy's handwriting, while trying to contemplate her emotions.

Even in that kind of situation, with his exam paper in her hands; she should be smiling and giggling and shrugging in delight. But no, her emotions were in a dull mix in her chest. She would smile a little, only because of the many unanswered problem-solving questions and careless doodles of Yama on the paper, finding them so cute. However, that was it. She could not seem to get the good mood to kick in her system as well. Her happy cells had disappeared. Yuhi felt dull, bland, and dimly mellow.

Was it because she already loves him dearly?

Yuhi's pen halted from marking a checked-line on the paper she was holding. She paused, and stared with wide eyes at a spot on her desk. What…? Yuhi blinked and shook her head. Oh no. She breathed in deeply. Yuhi did not know. Should she be happy about it? If so, would it be fair to her black-haired friend? Mitan! Yuhi cried in her head as she dropped the things in her hands and let her head drop to her desk, ruffling her hair in frustration. She tried closing her eyes but only to open them again, because Killua's face would instantly show up the moment she did so.

This is bad. And good at the same time. She just did not want to tolerate it, if ever it was true, because she knew that love is a whole lot different from a crush–minus the spelling, of course. When Yuhi mentions that she is in love, that is exaggerated. She was doing her best not to result to that, though. W-Well, I wanted to, but…! But she considered it before, however before she confirmed that is was only a crush–not until Mitan's request came in, perhaps.

Turning her gaze to her bed, where her school things were scattered therein, she spotted that particular white envelope with a heart-shapred sticker in the middle. Again, she stared at it–thinking. It was for Mitan, and she needed to do it wholeheartedly. For her friend, she should decide to ignore the things in her head at that time. She should arrive to a quick conclusion to close the vault where the unidentified feelings were, whatever they were.

Maybe it was shock, or that she overreacted, because Mitan was a silent tiny girl in the very first place. Maybe it wasn't because of Killua. Maybe it was because of the dim weather. Yuhi then turned her gaze towards her window, where lightning instantly crawled across the dark sky, and thunder roaring with it. She took a deep breath, and nodded to herself, thinking that the uncharacteristic feeling would be gone by morning. I should go to Gon first thing tomorrow, and hand him Mitan's letter.


The next day, the auburn-haired girl came to class with Mitan's letter readily placed in the pocket of her skirt, reminding the latter that she did not forget about the request and telling her that she would hand it to Gon that day to give to Killua. Seeing again that small pure smile from the black-haired girl, Yuhi's sanity somehow appeased; but again it did not erase what she was still feeling in her chest. Yuhi was so confident that everything would come back to normal the moment she woke up. But no, it remained. She would groan inwardly at that and sigh, but recovers as soon–returning to her usual sunny and cheery countenance.

"Good morning, Sejin!" Yuhi greeted with a smile as she sat herself in her place, shaking off her jacket hanging it on the back support of her chair.

"Morning," the addressed greeted back, glancing at her seatmate and returning to turning pages of the book she was reading.

Yuhi grinned at her. Then she looked out the window. "Weather's quite nice today, ne?" she noted, returning her gaze back to her seatmate.

Sejin nodded. "Yes. Typhoon's 421 kilometers off the country's coast, for your information."

Yuhi's eyes grew wide, her mouth forming a small 'o' "Amazing! How did you know that exact number?"

Pushing the bridge of her glasses in, Sejin turned her gaze to her seatmate. "I watch news."

Yuhi felt sweat sropping from her forehead. She laughed sheepishly. "Yeah."

Sejin shook her head in disbelief and returned to her book.

Yuhi took a deep breath and shrugged, stretching her legs and and crossing them under the table. She turned her gaze to the sky. The sun was there, behind the rainy clouds. She smiled at that. It's been a while since she saw the sun because of the typhoon.

"Yuhi, that reminds me."

The addressed returned her gaze back to her seatmate. "Yes?"

Sejin closed her book and looked at the auburn-haired girl's sunny face. "Did you finish the exam papers?"

Yuhi instantly gasped. She cupped her cheeks as she sat straight. "I forgot to bring them! Did Mr. Yama mention a deadline?"

The raven-haired scholar cleared her throat. "Not really. He said he expects them soon so I assume that is today."

Another gasp. "Really? Why didn't he just say so?"

Sejin sighed and shook her head. "Teachers."

Yuhi's eyes were wide as she turned ahead. "I'm screwed," she muttered. She was looking at the pile of test papers on her desk earlier that morning, so that she would not forget to bring them. But because of the pressure the time gave, she overlooked her things. She was running late.

Sejin shrugged as she hoisted her notebook and Economics book from her bag, spreading the latter object to a specific chapter. "We never know. Maybe he doesn't really mean he needs them today."

Yuhi beamed at that. Sejin's words were surely reassuring, because she was the class president. At least that would back her up for the day–if ever Yama would ask for the papers. The auburn-haired girl turned her gaze to her seatmate and leaned closer to look at the page of the book Sejin was reading. After a few seconds, their Economics teacher came in.

After the first subject, Yuhi immediately went out of the room to go to 2-A's. It was the morning session's 30-minute break, and she knew her class and Gon's class had the same breaktime. She glanced at 2-A's window from the hallway to check if they were still having class. Seeing a teacher in front, Yuhi decided to wait by the far end of the corridors. She pursed her lips as she leaned her back against the windowpane planted on the wall, remembering the glorious event between her and her white-haired angel and picturing him sitting on the window seat beside her. She giggled, but it made her sigh right after that.

A few minutes later, Mrs. Malu stepped out of the room. Yuhi started walking back to that direction, greeting the teacher a good morning as she walked past her. Her steps were slow when she was halfway there. Then upon reaching, she peeked through the open door, spotting a certain spiky-haired boy and avoiding a white-haired one. Yuhi laughed at herself. That's impossible. They're always together. There she saw Gon, talking to Killua. She sheepishly smiled. Heh. I knew it. Spotting another 2-A student she knew, she called out to her.

"Hey, Nuni!" It was a silent call. Good thing her friend was sitting close to the door.

A girl with short blonde hair turned around to look at who called her from outside. Her face instantly showed a beaming expression when she saw who it was. "Yuhi!" Nuni stood up and excitingly went to the auburn-haired girl by the door. "What's up?"

Yuhi pressed her index finger against her lips, signalling Nuni not to shout her name so loudly. "Can you call Gon for me? I need to talk to him."

The blonde girl grinned and shrugged. "Okay." She turned around, only to find a smiling Gon already walking towards her direction. "Oh! No nee."

"Huh?" Yuhi inquired. But her question was answered by the spiky-haired boy greeting her as he stepped outside of the room.

"I heard Nuni calling your name!" Gon enthusiastically exclaimed with that usual bright smile on his face.

Yuhi returned the smile and waved at him.

"I'm gonna go back now," Nuni announced, smiling at Yuhi and giving a faint jab in the arm to Gon.

Yuhi nodded. "Thanks, Nuni." Then she looked at Gon. "Hey!"

Gon laughed heartily. "Hey!"

"Are you busy later at lunch?"

"Hmm…" Gon looked up, thinking about it. Then she shook his head. "Not really. Why?"

Yuhi nodded once. She smiled. "I kinda need to talk to you about something."

"Really? About what?"

"About… something important." Yuhi shook her head and waved her hands. "No. I mean, yeah, something important. It's really important, and I need to talk to you about it in a quiet place. Can we meet at the rooftop later? Lunch?" She gave Gon a wide hopeful smile.

And the boy instantly agreed. "Sure! No problem!"

Yuhi beamed. "Great! See you later then!" She walked off fast to their room then, waving a hand at Gon.

Sitting on her chair, she sighed of relief. She felt a little bad about leaving Gon in a rush. But when she saw that certain white-haired boy approaching, she just had to end the conversation immediately. Yuhi did not want to avoid Killua. She just didn't want to look at him and end up falling even more, oh no. And she knew she couldn't just kidnap Gon in that period for Mitan's letter so she decided to ask him to meet her at a very isolated place of the campus. Yuhi smiled to herself as she looked out the window. Everything was going according to plan.

The auburn-haired girl only waited for lunchtime that morning, so she could finally complete her task for the day. Classes went by normally, with the teachers endlessly reminding them to study for the quarterly exams that should happen the week after that.

When the bell rang, it was finally time.

Yuhi ate her lunch as fast as she could, earning her a short lecture from Sejin about choking and death. When she was done, she immediately and carelessly placed her lunchbox in her bag and swallowed liquid from her water bottle before wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She then fixed her things in her desk and turned to Sejin saying, "I'll be back in a bit." Walking towards the door, Yuhi paused when she reached Mitan's desk and called her attention. When the girl looked at her, Yuhi winked. Mitan immediately knew what that meant and silently muttered a 'thank you' while she head out.

It was a mission. That was how Yuhi perceived it to be. She thought of it as a mission, and nothing else; a mission from her boss she would have to do because it's her job. Yuhi tried to avoid things in her mind while running up the stairs to the rooftop. She did not want to overthink things right there and then. It was for Mitan, to Killua. Yuhi's feelings should be out of it. End of story. She wanted to advertise her friend to Gon, to tell good things about her, to impress him, so he could say the same things to Killua. Who knows, they might turn up in the end. Right? Yuhi smiled at that. Ba-dump. Then she sighed and just shook her head, grinning as she was nearing the door to the rooftop.

When she reached the clearing, she immediately looked up to check the sky. She didn't want Mitan's letter to get all wet and ugly. Luckily for her, the sun was slightly peeking through the clouds. Yuhi beamed and looked around. No Gon anywhere. She inwardly laughed. I was too early. Yuhi stepped forward to have a seat on a bench-like structure therein, but she paused when she heard of people talking.

"…that there is an educational trip next month!"

Yuhi eyebrows creased as she walked silently to try to follow the familiar voice. It came from behind the wall where the door and staircase were in. She continued to walk silently towards that direction. Peeking, she saw raven-hair. Her face instantly lightened up for she knew who it was. Yuhi was about to run towards the boy when she paused–froze–again in her tracks.

"We should definitely go, ne, Killua!"

Heh— Dokidokidokidokidoki.

"Yeah, that should be fun!"

Yuhi seriously did not know what to do with her self at that time–run or stay? Run or stay? Run or stay? Run— Yuhi attempted to step her left foot backward, but her system was so numb it only slided, producing sound. She immediately cupped her mouth, as if it was what made noise, and looked up–only to find Gon turning around with that painfully adorable smile on his face.

"Yuhi!"

The girl sighed to herself and gave a wide smile to Gon as she tried standing up properly. She absent-mindedly fixed her uniform and cleared her throat as the boy ran to her.

"Hi!"

Yuhi just continued to smile–both at Gon and at her careless stupidity. Yeah, I didn't say he should go alone.

"So, what do you need to talk to me about?" Gon asked innocently, jabbing his thumb over his shoulder. "I brought Killua with me today. Is it okay?"

Though the girl said she would ignore Killua, and what she was feeling towards him, she was giggling hysterically inside, smiling and biting her lower lip to avoid a wide one as she nodded. It was not in the plan, but who cares? The letter was for him in the first place. Yuhi's heart started beating fast as she thought of what she was going to do next. She turned her gaze towards her white-haired angel for a greeting. But to her heart's surprise, she couldn't utter a single word. Yuhi stared at Killua as he stood a few short meters behind Gon, looking at the horizon, with his fluffly white hair and clothes blown to the east by the wind, with the dramatic effect of the gray sky in the background, and with the perfect light given off by the sun's rays. The girl knew what would happen to her had she seen Killua that day, but what she did not know was how it would happen to her. Yuhi was breathless. He's… perfect. An angel…

"Yuhi?" The tenor in Gon's voice jumped an octave higher.

Killua turned his gaze towards them–towards her.

Yuhi inwardly gasped and blinked as she looked to and fro the two boys. She managed a small smile. "A-Ah— I was looking at the… sky!" She looked at Gon, then at Killua, instantly flashing him a sunny smile. "H-Hi!" Her heart was racing.

Killua looked away, but Yuhi heard him when he muttered, "…Hallway girl," under his breath.

It made the girl purse her lips to suppress a wide smile.

"Killua, why won't you greet Yuhi properly?" Gon complained, turning to his best friend.

Yuhi eyes grew wide with that. She waved her hands in front of the boy's face. "No, it's okay!" Move on with your mission, Yuhi! "I… need to give you something!"

Looking suddenly excitingly curious, Gon turned to the auburn-haired girl. Killua also looked at her and waited. "Is that your 'something important'?"

Yuhi nodded cheerily. "It's…" Feeling the letter inside her skirt's pocket, she nodded firmly. "It's really important!"

This time Killua walked next to Gon and threw an arm around his shoulder. "If it's really important why don't you give it already?" he asked indifferently.

Gon elbowed him in the ribs.

Ba-dump. Yuhi took a deep breath. Say it, Yuhi. She looked at the white-haired boy for a split second. His blue eyes stood the most distinct and beautiful color in her view. "It's for y-you, actually." Oh no, I stuttered! It must be the nerves.

Killua's eyes grew wide with surprise. He turned to look at Gon who was just as surprised as he was. He pointed dumbfoundedly to himself as his gaze returned to the auburn-haired girl. "For… me?"

Yuhi pressed her lips together and nodded, hoisting the letter from her skirt's pocket. Her heart was beating in a strange kind of way with the suspense. This is it, Mitan, I am going to give it to him right now. Yuhi pulled the letter out completely and handed it to Killua with both hands. The heart-shaped sticker shined when natural light touched it. She waited for Killua, or maybe Gon, to reach for the letter.

The former only stared at it with a twisted expression on his face.

However the latter slowly beamed. "Killua, it's a letter!"

Yuhi nodded cheerily at Gon.

The latter chuckled heartily. "Look, there's a heart in the middle! It's a love letter! You've been receiving a lot of love letters lately, ne!"

Killua turned his disbelieved face towards his best friend. "I can see that." He sighed and returned to Yuhi. He looked in her eyes. "…You're giving that to me?"

The auburn-haired girl's chest swelled in a very, very good way. She nodded and exclaimed enthusiastically. "Yep!"

Killua's eyebrows creased in confusion. "Seriously?" He frustratingly whispered.

There Yuhi thought of a little revelation. What if Killua won't take it? What would happen to Mitan? She would be so lonely! It frightened her. She stretched her arms out even more. "Please take it!" she declared, bowing.

Gon beamed even more. "Yuhi! I didn't know you like Killua!" he exclaimed enthusiastically, sounding so amused.

At that time Yuhi felt the earth crashing onto her. She froze; breathing hard, heart beating fast, racing, galloping. How…? She turned her wide eyes towards Gon and a silent "…Eh?" was all the sound she could utter.

But Gon did not notice that. He remained smiling. "You're giving him a love letter!" He turned to look at his best friend. "Killua, take it! Take it! Take it! Take it!" he exclaimed, jumping excitingly.

Yuhi did not know if she would laugh or cry at that time. When she looked at the white-haired boy, she had to look away immediately after meeting his blue orbs–blushing immensely. She then immediately shook her head. "N-No, this is not from me!" I wish it was— Yuhi inwardly gasp when she heard her mind saying that. But she instantly retracted.

Gon paused. His smile disappeared as he tilted his head to the side. His chocolate brown eyes sparkled with curiosity. "What do you mean?"

"It's from my friend. She's really nice!" Yuhi said this with a bright smile on her face.

For some reason Killua started snickering, then he started laughing, laughing hysterically.

The girl looked at him, puzzled.

"Hey, Killua! What's so funny?"

The addressed shook his head, and clearing his throat he looked at Yuhi with a small grin on his face. "You really got me there, ramen girl." He retrieved his arm from Gon's shoulders and placed his hands inside his pants' pockets. "But if it's really from your friend, she should be the one giving that, not you." Killua then glanced at his best friend and walked past Yuhi to head for the door.

Gon frowned. "Killua, where are you going?"

The white-haired boy waved a hand as he twisted the doorknob. "Back." Then he disappeared.

The spiky-haired boy sighed as he returned to the stunned girl in front of him. His eyes grew wide when he saw the frown in Yuhi's face, planting his palms on the girl's shoulders in an instant. "Don't be sad, Yuhi. I'll give your friend's letter to Killua!"

The girl locked gazes with her ecstatic friend and seeing his bright sunny smile, she gave her own with a cheery nod. "Thank you, Gon!" She handed him the envelope and Gon took it. "I hope he reads this. Mitan really likes him, you see."

"Mitan? Is that her name? She has a pretty name!"

Yuhi beamed at that, instantly erasing the uncharacteristic feeling brought by Killua's behaviour.

Gon nodded firmly once, raising his fist in the air. "Don't worry. I'll make him read it no matter what happens!"

The girl wanted to hug to spiky-haired boy. Instead, she clasped her hands lovingly together and placed them against her chest. "Thank you, Gon. It means a lot!"

Gon grinned. "No problem! But I really thought it was from you. It would be cool if that happened!"

Yuhi smiled–too widely. Yes, the comment made her happy, thinking that she's been blessed by the best friend, knowing that Gon somehow approved of her as Killua's… What! Yuhi slapped her face in her head. You should be talking about Mitan, Yuhi. She laughed. "Do you want to get to know Mitan? She's really great!"

Gon chuckled and nodded. "Okay!"

Lunchtime went on with Yuhi and Gon talking about Mitan's and Killua's personalities and how they would match up. Yuhi exposed Mitan's light and made her shine in Gon's eyes. And to her delight, Gon seemed to be enjoying his time listening to what Mitan is and how she looked like. The girl talked wholeheartedly and enthusiastically, nonstop until they reached the second year's hallway for the afternoon session of school.

"Thank you again, Gon." Yuhi mused as they were walking towards room 2-B. She then looked down and fiddled with her fingers. "I hope K… Killua isn't upset about me…" Her voice trailed off; chest swelling. She said his name again–in front of his best friend.

The boy shook his head. They paused in front of Yuhi's homeroom door. "He's not upset. He's just like that." He laughed. "Even I get that impression sometimes but he ends up talking to me like usual right after."

Yuhi looked at the boy and laughed with him. "Well, we should get back to class." Yuhi mused then she noticed a person behind Gon, walking towards their direction. She beamed. "Sejin!"

Gon turned around.

Sejin only looked at Yuhi then at Gon as she neared them.

The boy smiled at her when she reached them. "Hi, Sejin! I'm Gon!"

The raven-haired girl nodded and bowed her head a little. "Hello," she greeted indifferently. Then she looked at Yuhi. "Excuse me, please, this thing's heavy and I need to—"

"I'll help you with that!" Gon offered, grabbing the huge black briefcase from Sejin's hands.

But the girl won't let go of it. She looked at Yuhi who only shrugged then at Gon. "I can't afford to trust people in handling this."

Yuhi peeked from over Sejin's shoulder to look at the briefcase. "What's inside?"

"Glassware. It's for Science."

Gon enthusiastically stood straight at that. "Ms. Irisa had me carrying this too yesterday! And it's heavy!" He grabbed Sejin's hand and gently pulled it off from gripping the briefcase's handle, taking the square bag. He smiled. "Where to?"

Sejin stared at the boy with confusion written all over her face. She retrieved her hand and held them together. "The table," she silently answered.

Gon nodded, and gestured for them to go in. "Ladies first."

Yuhi chuckled and gave Sejin a slight push from the back. She caught Mitan's gaze and instantly nodded, giving her a playful grin. Mitan smiled.

Gon followed inside; greeting the people he caught looking and placing the fragile briefcase on top of the teacher's table when he reached it. He turned to Sejin. "There you go, Ms. President!"

Sejin's eyebrows creased even more. "How did you know I am president?"

"Teachers talk about you a lot!"

The raven-haired girl exhaled roughly and pushed the bridge of her glasses, nodding. "Alright. Thank you for your help."

Gon gave a bright smile again. His eyes sparkled as it met the light from the windows. "You're welcome!"

Sejin then immediately turned around and walked to her desk.

Yuhi giggled as she ushered Gon to the door.

"Can I know where Mitan is?" The latter asked fast.

The auburn-haired girl nodded. Oh! He should totally see how cute she is! "She's the small girl with long black hair there at the left end of the third row," Yuhi whispered.

Gon looked. And luckily Mitan was looking back. She had a puzzled expression on her face. But Gon's optimistic greeting made her smile. He waved at her before turning back to Yuhi. "She looks pretty cute!" he said as they reached he door.

Yuhi giggled again. "Yes, she's adorable!"

"I'll definitely give her letter to Killua. She looks like a nice person!" Gon exclaimed and Yuhi nodded. He then waved a hand. "I'll go back now. See you, Yuhi!" Then he ran to their room.

Yuhi sighed in awe as she returned to her seat. Looking out the window, she could not help but smile. She felt great. Mission accomplished. But as she recalled that moment with her white-haired angel at the rooftop, she felt that slight pang in the chest again. However immediately she shook it off, feeling so honestly happy for her friend. Yuhi leaned her back on her chair. It wasn't so bad after all.

A few seconds later Sejin cleared her throat. "Yuhi, is something bothering you?"

The addressed turned to face her seatmate. "Hmm?"

Sejin glanced at her then returned to reading a book. "You look sad."

Yuhi exhaled roughly and leaned her head against her desk, burying her face in her arms. What's happening to me…?

-CHAPTER END-


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Mai: Nyahaha! My mother was giving me strange looks while writing this, asking me 'What are you smiling about?' when she caught me all giggly. Oh, really? Here! *hands you a Killua realistic robot who teaches archery* It's all yours XD About the FB account; I am a psychic. I read your mind. Mwaha~

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madin456: Well, here's the chapter to answer your queries. Haha! I honestly considered revising this when I read your comment: "She starts freaking out only to find that it's, like, a happy birthday letter or something." I almost made the letter a birthday greeting, wth. XD

NEXT CHAPTER: What would happen had Killua read Mitan's letter? Would Yuhi's feelings for the boy grow or sink in the drain? Prepare, because the real reason why the rain has not stopped will finally be revealed.

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