A/N: Watch me update after two to three weeks in the next chapter. Sorry, end of school year in near and deadlines are up and hell becomes our lives and yeah you get the picture. XD I really do hope this chapter's nice as it is but I assure you that everything is planned and well, I need time. Believe me, I want them fluffy stuff fast too.
Doki = sound of a heartbeat
Disclaimer: I love my chapter titles and this is not a disclaimer.
TRUTH OR CONSEQUENCE
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Mashed Potatoes & Scrambled Eggs
Shifting his sullen gaze to the light-auburn sky and watching as a flock of birds made their flight towards the horizon, the white-haired boy sighed and popped his lollipop in his mouth, placing his hands in his pockets. He looked down, grimacing while he thought of why he did it. The answer was obscure in his head. He was supposed to only play with fire a bit, snag something prowling within his perimeter, and examine it, to aid this overpowering feeling of confusion. Wasn't that what guys do sometimes? Snap and get on with it? He sighed and turned a heel towards the door to the staircase. He did not even have an idea of why he snapped and what to get on with. Screw it.
The boy had no idea why the ramen girl was the one who showed up at the rooftop. It was supposed to be her friend—that Mitan girl. He was supposed to see her there. Well, it was not as if he wanted to. Gon insisted on him doing it—again. His spiky-haired best friend told him to "give it a shot". And so he did, obeying the request that was written on the note and going up the rooftop to settle his score with the girl—the black-haired girl he did not even know. He planned on telling her in a nice way that he could not accept her affection for him, and maybe even give a little discussion about how lazy it was of her that she always asked Yuhi to pass the notes. He had done it to a couple of girls before. It should be a piece of cake, and fast.
But her running off after seeing that I was with the ramen girl could work too.
The boy gritted his teeth as he walked down the steps, remembering once again the interaction between him and the auburn-haired girl. Stupid. Running off without saying anything. Then he recalled his approach to her. Killua groaned.
"Ah, Killua!"
The boy looked up and saw his best friend running towards him. He sighed and paused in his tracks when Gon reached him.
"What happened?" the smaller boy asked, eyes glistening with curiosity.
As though a bullet shot through his brain, Killua inwardly gasped, his eyes were visibly wide. He looked at Gon with furrowed eyebrows. "Why?" He needed to make sure what the boy was suddenly pertaining to before giving his answer which, of course, would be a complete lie.
"You're meeting Mitan, right?" The latter pointed to the stairs that led down the next floor. Killua's eyes grew wider. "I saw her running to their room. So I came up to see what's going on. Then I saw Yuhi in the fourth floor running down the stairs. I don't think she saw me. Do you know what happened?"
Killua froze for a second, but he did not show it to his best friend. Gon would notice something amiss instantly. He pretended to think about it—albeit thinking of whether he should lie again to Gon or not. He had not said a word to his best friend about his… interactions with the auburn-haired girl since, because Killua knew Gon well enough. He knew he would never be able to keep his mouth shut and, wouldn't that be weird and awkward?
But Killua had nothing to do with the ramen girl. It was not as though he liked her instantly as a person. He did not even sense any form of regard for her at first. Of course, unlike Gon, Killua was the type of person who'd need a hefty amount of time to consider someone. Although he managed to try and welcome someone like her in his life when Lykira started telling him that he should be nice to girls sometimes—generally speaking. He thought he was doing his best with the friendly stuff, but he figured bad habits die-hard. That was why he had no idea where the freakish burning feeling or sensation or whatever came from when she appeared at the rooftop a little while ago. He could not seem to ignore it this time.
"Killua, is something wrong?" Gon cocked his head to the right.
Crap. The white-haired boy looked away, crushing his lollipop with his teeth and throwing the stick to a nearby trash bin. He stretched his arms behind his head and started walking past Gon. "Nothing."
"Killua!" The spiky-haired boy caught up with his best friend instantly. They walked down the stairs together. His eyebrows curled with concern while he talked. "Did you meet Mitan?"
Killua huffed. "No."
"Eeehh!?" Gon expressed, surprised and confused. "Why not?"
Killua's ears twitched of frustration. He should not snap, for Gon would be suspicious about it more than anything. He shrugged. "Don't know. I just didn't."
"Hmm…"
Peering from under his bangs, Killua saw Gon thinking as they walked.
"It just seems weird. Mitan was running to their room. I saw Yuhi running towards that direction too and it's strange that she didn't hear or see me 'cause I really stopped to greet her, you know." Gon raised his index finger in the air. "Normally, she'd stop and greet me too. Something's not right."
The white-haired boy furrowed his eyebrows. The conversation should stop. Immediately. "Why're you acting like it's that big of a deal anyway? It's not like they're your concern or something. We barely even know them." Yeah. And they barely know me.
"Because Yuhi's a friend, Killua, and I feel like there's something wrong. Don't you notice? She's acting quite unusual lately."
The white-haired boy did not answer. And sometimes silence means yes.
Gon continued talking. "Are you sure you didn't see them?"
Killua turned to look at his best friend as they reached the turn to the last staircase before reaching their floor. "If I said yes, what would you do?"
Gon's eyes grew wide. "So you really saw them!"
Killua lightly smacked his best friend in the back of his head. "Idiot! I didn't even say anything yet!"
A pout formed on the spiky-haired boy's lips. He stroked the spot where it hurt. "Then what is it, really?"
Killua didn't know but he had a sense that Gon's question was meant to mock him about something he had no idea what might be. He looked at his best friend intently, trying to figure out whether telling him would make any difference. If I tell him, Killua thought. There's a huge chance that he'll either act mad and tell me to fix things or get all excited about it and ask all the things he could pull out of me. The boy then paused inwardly when an idea went past his thoughts. Hey wait. What exactly would I tell him? There's nothing even going on. This isn't a big deal.
Suddenly from behind, an ash blonde-haired girl came creeping in between the two, throwing an arm around each shoulder. She snickered. "Yo, guys, what's up?"
It was Gon who replied verbally. "Kira!"
The girl grinned at the spiky-haired boy and turned to the white-haired one, waiting for a greeting.
Killua sneered and looked away, lowering his arms and placing his hands in his pants' pockets.
"Oh, someone's a little grumpy as always," Lykira mused, grinning mischievously. "So, how was it? Did you finally get yourself a girlfriend or did you end up breaking another poor girl's heart?" she teased, elbowing Killua as retrieved her arms from securing the boys.
The white-haired boy closed his eyes annoyingly. He was still vexed about Gon accidentally telling Lykira about Mitan earlier that day. Killua did his best in lecturing his best friend, but he knew Gon did not do it on purpose. He just couldn't keep his mouth shut. That was even the last thing he would ever want—Lykira knowing all about it and gaining her another reason to tease him about his reserved personality. "Mind your own biz."
Lykira pretended to pout.
"That's actually what we're talking about!" Gon exclaimed suddenly, sliding the door open to their classroom.
Killua shot his best friend a look of disbelief. Thanks Gon, you're reaaaally helpful.
"Ehh," Lykira sang, grinning. "What happened, best friend?"
Trying to change the subject was in vain. Gon explained how he saw Mitan even before Killua could muster an idea. "And you know Yuhi, right?" the spiky-haired boy continued, eyes on Lykira.
Killua shook his head disbelievingly and sat on his desk. They ended up talking in their places inside the room.
Lykira blinked. "Yuhi? Camp trip Yuhi? Cute, sweet looking Yuhi? Yeah, I think so." She turned to Killua. "Is that the girl who was giving you that funny look inside the museum?"
The boy returned the gaze and saw Lykira giving him a rather devilish smirk. He groaned, remembering how the ash blonde girl told him how rude he appeared and sounded when he introduced the ramen girl as Gon's friend. Killua had no idea what Lykira meant when she mentioned "rude" but her tone of voice was seriously playful and he took it as an offense. He was even more annoyed when Lykira started telling Gon about it and Gon acting like a teacher, reminding him that Yuhi was his friend as well.
"Yes." Gon laughed a little. "Well, I saw her running in the same direction after I saw Mitan. I stopped to greet her, but she just went on running. I think something happened. I asked Killua and he said he didn't know."
The latter turned to look at them, his face nonchalant. "I don't." Then he returned to looking away, sneering at the air.
Lykira nodded slowly, eyeing Gon then Killua. "Really?" She looked at Gon again. "You said that Mitan was running to their room, right? Then you saw Yuhi running in that direction as well? And she didn't notice you?"
Gon nodded.
Killua rolled his eyes. His gaze was out the window, but his ears were shot towards the conversation.
Lykira exhaled sharply, crossing her arms against her chest. "What did they look like when you saw them?"
The white-haired boy then slowly turned his gaze towards his best friend, waiting for his answer.
Gon paused and stroked his chin while thinking. "I didn't see Mitan's face at that time 'cause she was looking down. But Yuhi…" He paused again. Then his face lightened up. "She looked really worried."
Killua pressed his lips together.
"Like something happened to Mitan and she was chasing after her?" Lykira mused, smiling and raising an eyebrow.
A pair of wide blue eyes turned to her.
Gon's eyes suddenly grew. "Yeah, something like that!" He then paused and blinked.
"My, some problem you got there." Lykira chuckled a little, turning to the white-haired boy. "And you said you don't know anything?"
Killua froze for a second. This little witch…
"Yep, you're welcome." Lykira laughed as though she just solved a very grueling puzzle. She then left the two after tapping the white-haired boy on the shoulder.
Gon turned to his best friend, eyes big, bright and curious. "Killua?" he called. The addressed remained unmoving. "Did you do something?"
The white-haired boy could not answer—would not answer.
Here Gon's eyebrows furrowed. "You said you didn't meet Mitan."
Breathing out, Killua closed his eyes, thinking. "I didn't," was his silent answer.
"Why?" Gon asked, his tone was soft and solid—concerned and demanding.
Killua inwardly cussed. He groaned and stood up, stretching his arms behind his head. He looked at his best friend. "Do you seriously believe that Kira?"
Gon did not answer. He looked at the white-haired boy with a concrete face at that time—the obvious sign of how stubborn he could be.
The white-haired boy continued to stare at his best friend. He knew Gon knew him well enough to lie about anything again, and he knew Gon would not just stand there and give him the look all day. Gon would eventually do something—everything—just so he could pull something out of his best friend; especially now that Lykira had given him something to think about. But Killua could not just blurt it out in public without knowing how to explain himself. He could not just tell his best friend that Mitan saw him with the ramen girl that's why she ran away. Gon would ask what made Mitan run away. And if he answered honestly, Gon would ask what he and Yuhi were talking about. And if he answered honestly, Gon would ask what he was whispering in her ear. And if he answered honestly, Gon would ask why he asked that question. That was the thing he could not figure out how to explain—orally, that is. He sighed and looked around, finding an excuse. "Oh, look. They need us." He gestured towards the group of people working for their booth for the festival. He glanced at Gon before walking past him. "Let's go, Gon."
But the spiky-haired boy remained in his position.
When Killua turned around, he found him still standing there with a compact look on his face. He inwardly rolled his eyes. "Are you just gonna stand there? We have work to do, you know."
"You have to tell me what happened, Killua. Did you do something?"
This time, his temper took the best of him. Killua grunted, a nerve popping on his temple as he pointed his index finger at his best friend. "Can't you just let it go already?"
"No!" Gon snapped back. "You have to tell me right now!"
Closing his eyes frustratingly, Killua groaned again and pulled the words out of his mouth. "Okay! Fine, I'll tell you but not right now." He looked away, crossing his arms against his chest, slightly regretting what he just promised. He expected Gon to beam and run towards him—maybe even throw an arm around him. But after about five seconds, there was nothing. Gon remained still, face as it was five seconds before.
"I want the answer right now!" Gon demanded.
Killua could not believe his best friend. "You stubborn idiot," he muttered under his breath. He knew Gon heard him. It was loud enough for him to hear it. But he didn't mind. It was true anyway. "Which part of 'not right now' did you not understand?"
Gon huffed, angrily crossing his arms against his chest. "Then I won't talk to you, not until you tell me." He moved, walking towards the white-haired boy and past him.
The latter breathed out a short, sharp air. He followed Gon with his eyes and looked at him as though he was the most peculiar thing in the universe. The look his best friend gave him was funny, as though he was forcing the anger out of him, or that he just looked too innocent to get enraged about something as simple as nothing. But still, he could not believe him. "O-Oi, Gon!" he called out. "Are you seriously hearing yourself right now?"
There was no answer.
Killua watched while Gon helped their classmates with the work and pretended to not hear what he just said. He groaned. "Fine, then! Do whatever you want!" Let's see who gives up first. He breathed out smoke of fury through his nose and stumped towards a different group of people doing the work.
He spent the next twenty minutes doing and not doing work for the class. Gon's stupid childish play vexed him incredibly he decided to play fair and square. He did his best in ignoring his best friend throughout, with which the latter did just as equally. But Killua was a bit glad about it, because it would give him more time to think of what to say to his best friend—and wish that Gon would not give up the game easily. Killua was pretty confident that he would win, because Gon was never good in things such as this. The spiky-haired boy was the one who always drops everything and speaks first, because his curiosity would not be able to spare another second away from its food. He just wished that Gon would not let his guard down fast that time. But if he did, come what may.
Come what his incredible ability to cover everything up may do.
It was weird, extremely weird. For a minute he was sure, then became unsure again. He honestly only wanted to inquire—maybe settle everything that was going on in and within him—that was why he did it. But he somehow second guessed the moment he whispered the question in her ear. Although he might be right, Killua still could not believe what possessed him—was possessing him. He knew the basics about liking someone—how people act around the people they like. He knew that pretty well, maybe through what he experienced before. Killua was sure that the ramen girl was one of them. It was obvious. He read people well. She likes him. He was sure of that.
But what made him feel unsure was why the ramen girl acted as though it was not true at all. If ever his intuition was true, he wondered why Yuhi still did her friend favors and handed her love letters for him. He wondered why Yuhi was not like those other girls who would do things that could make him notice them. However, it was not as though that aspect was special. He knew girls who acted like the ramen girl, and he let them be. He let them all be. What made him wonder even more was why he wanted to figure the ramen girl out. He wondered why he wanted to know, why he wanted to confirm. He wondered why something in him snapped suddenly when she appeared at the rooftop. Perhaps it took a toll on him. Urging him to finally do something about it.
Do what about what?
Killua groaned and stood up to head near the windows, get his mind off of things before he could even think of something abnormally insane. But as he looked out the window, his thoughts started dancing in a hard-metal rock song. His eyebrows furrowed, eyes growing wide, pulses beating furiously, as he watched the ramen girl go off in a bicycle with some other guy with pink hair. He couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe her. Absent-mindedly clenching his hand on the scissor he was holding, the white-haired boy followed the bike out of school gates with his eyes until they were out of sight. He sighed sharply when he felt that same freakish burning feeling or sensation or whatever in his chest. He couldn't believe himself.
What the hell did I get myself into?
Perhaps the most unusual situation could happen in people other than those we see on television. Perhaps the old people were telling the truth when they advised all youth to expect the unexpected. Perhaps they were also messing with our minds, because how could we expect something that was supposed to be unexpected? Then wouldn't that become expected? The unexpected should be something unknown, something given, but was yet to be found out—not knowing when, not knowing where, not knowing how it must happen. The unexpected must always be sudden.
Everyday life itself is unexpected.
Sure, you'd wake up and welcome the morning, do your daily routine before heading out, go to work or to school or just hang around. But what if you might just suddenly get fired or promoted from work? What if your teacher might just throw in a surprise quiz for everyone in class? What if you might just pick up a huge bill flying around the street? And what if you might just receive a note in your locker from a person you haven't met before to meet him/her, but end up seeing the love of your life instead who winds up asking you something incredibly bewildering, add that your friend who liked him too might just accidentally see you two so close to each other, and you would never know how to curl yourself up enough to hide your face from the world? Now that was one definition of unexpected. But there's a bonus. The one who really sent the note to you was actually your brother you never knew was alive. What was even more grueling was that, he planned it all for you.
That day was perhaps the most unforgettable one in her fourteen years. Yuhi swore had the world seen her face while Yellich explained his little shenanigan, people and even aliens might have laughed at her. She did not know how to feel about it, and she could not say a thing when Yellich told her that it was his plan after all that she would see the white-haired boy at the rooftop. That explained what he meant about 'giving a chance' to the girl.
Yellich said that he saw Mitan writing the note, talked to her a little to take a swift peek at it, and went on to writing a note of his own, to give to the auburn-haired girl. When Yuhi asked why he did, Yellich said it was because he was becoming impatient, and he knew that she liked him so much. He wanted to give her a chance because he knew she was waiting for one. Yellich stressed that he was confident about it, but he did not expect Killua to make the move first. He thoroughly explained to Yuhi how stupid guys could be to make her feel better. But the girl shifted to a different topic afterwards. She did not want to talk about it for a while. The boy apologized though, saying that he was only trying to help her get on with it, and that he had no idea that it would come to that. Yuhi smiled it off and told him it was fine. At least, she added then, it would be easier for her to explain things to Mitan. Well, somehow.
However, the girl was serious about not talking about it for a while. Yellich was the ultimate package deal of unexpected, and Yuhi needed to focus on that. He claimed himself as her brother, for crying out loud. The girl knew all her life that her family was dead.
She was still finding it hard to swallow the fact that the peach-haired boy was her brother. At first she would not accept it, and she was in a state of shock for five minutes after Yellich declared that incredulous fact about himself. Yuhi then thought of how thick-faced Yellich was at that time, how he dared show up out of nowhere and claim himself as her brother. She could not believe it. She wouldn't, because she distinctly remembered her great buff guardian telling her that all of her family was gone, and he mentioned little to none about a brother. Yet Yuhi knew she was one to blame, because she remembered asking Roroturo not to tell long stories to her about her family. As what she always said, Roroturo was her family now, and as much as she appreciated the little descriptions he gave of her about her parents, Yuhi thought it was enough. That was why she instantly went thinking of whether her buff guardian ever stressed something about a brother. She couldn't remember. She was so little at that time.
But somehow Yuhi was confident about Yellich's words. If he weren't her brother, he would not even say a thing quite accurately about Yuhi's family as what he elaborated. Yellich knew Roroturo, and he knew that Yuhi's parents left her for his care. He knew when she was born, explained how excited he was that time about having a little sister, although it was short-lived, because he left with his parents a few months after, and then the tragedy happened. However that was all that the girl could pull out of him. Yellich had not illustrated how it happened. He insisted on meeting the "macho old man"—as what he called Roroturo— first before he could tell stories of adventure to her sister.
Sister. That sounded nice to be labeled upon herself. It was the first time Yuhi felt something real that was hers, and she knew she was yet to know more. Yuhi called her guardian using the school phone and informed him about someone named Yellich, after what seemed as though the longest stroll throughout the campus grounds. Although the latter wanted a more dramatic entrance, with him sneaking in and pretending that he was the ghost from Roroturo's past—even instructed the girl how to act frightened—Yuhi still wanted to let her guardian know about it first. She knew better, remembering Sejin's advice before to be more cautious about bringing people in her home, especially boys.
When she made the call, that was when she finally figured that something really was up with Yellich, because when she mentioned his name, Roroturo just ceased responding from the other line for a second or two before replying with a rather fast and shaky sentence.
"Yel…?" Roroturo whispered, and it sounded as though he said that to himself. When the girl called his name, the man breathed in. "Go home right now, Yuhi, and bring the boy with you."
Then the line went dead even before Yuhi could answer an "Okay".
Now she was riding in the back seat of his bicycle, on the way home to meet Roroturo. They talked little, or rather, Yuhi talked little because the girl still found everything unusual, and she admittedly felt awkward. She still felt kind of uneasy and embarrassed—especially when the event at the rooftop would run past her thoughts, and the idea that Yellich, her claimed big brother, saw it all. However, eventually, she carried on with conversations comfortably. The girl figured it was because Yellich kept assuring her that seeing something like that was no big deal to him, and that he still thought of Killua as a jerk.
"Wanna get even?" Yellich started after a long silence as he pedaled out of the campus.
"Eh?" Yuhi breathed out, blinking and cocking her head to the right to get a good glance at the boy's face from behind.
Yellich met her eyes and grinned playfully wide at her before shifting his gaze back at the road. "You know, we can pretend like boyfriend-girlfriend to see what Killua would do." He said the sentence as though it was a game. "Test if he'd get all pissed and stuff."
The girl's eyes grew wide for a second before smiling sheepishly. She could not answer. She couldn't talk about him.
Yellich chuckled. "Well, okay, let's not talk about it. Not talk about it," he sang. "Not talk about it." And so he did, starting off talking about Roroturo and how he looked up to the man so much.
The moment they got home, Yellich was ecstatic, and Yuhi was anxious. The latter reckoned Roroturo also felt that way, because when she entered the ramen shop with a wide-grinning peach-haired boy beside her, the look on her buff guardian's face was beyond description. Yuhi did not know whether he was horrified, or shocked, or astonished, or nervous, or happy. But she knew then, that Yellich was real. The latter started greeting Roroturo by waving a hand and shouting his name. When Roroturo heard the call, he instantaneously smiled and shouted back his name. "Yel!" His voice sounded shaky as he scrambled out the bar, with Yellich laughing heartily and running towards him. It looked as though an ending scene to one of those dramatic, tearjerker movies. Yuhi felt awed beyond anything at that time, witnessing a rather unexpected familial reunion. Roroturo hugged Yellich so tight and patted his back so hard as though to make sure that he was authentic, physically existing. A smile crept across the girl's face while watching them laugh and seeing Roroturo wipe manly tears from his eyes.
It took him a good amount of careful, physical inspection through his vision before Roroturo could let Yellich go and announce to the whole world that "someone very important" had arrived. He gave the auburn-haired girl a smile so gentle she had no idea where it came from, but Yuhi returned a sunny one of her own. Roroturo started the conversation by asking Yellich with so much enthusiasm to tell him in detail what happened. By that time, they were inside the kitchen, and the peach-haired boy was aware of the stares from the staff he was getting. He each gave them a smile and a wave of the hand. The buff man let the boy sit at the kitchen's long table. While Yuhi patiently waited for what Yellich had to say, she thought that the latter gave Roroturo a funny look that made him suggest Yuhi to go upstairs and change to normal clothes.
"You may want to bring something in to munch on while you're at it, honey, for you and your brother. We're going to talk about a lot of interesting things when you get back." Roroturo winked, his happy grin not leaving his face.
She could have found it suspicious, but Yuhi became too excited the second her guardian said interesting things and your brother. An unpretentious feeling of joy crawled up her spine as she rushed to her room to do what she had been told. She sure felt excited ten minutes before, but when she finally heard from her guardian the words your brother, it occurred to her that everything was real, everything was true and valid. It was not a dream, not a daydream. That was reality. She had a breathing brother in her house in flesh. Roroturo's words were confirmation enough, and told her that she had the right to be genuinely happy about it. She scrambled through changing, doing it as fast as she could, pulled out a box of butter cookies she had been painstakingly trying to finish for the past two weeks, and ran down the stairs buttoning her sweater. She had no idea how huge her grin was when she entered the shop's kitchen, finding Roroturo and Yellich still there laughing about something. The latter looked and smiled at the girl when she appeared. Roroturo ushered her to seat next to him. Yellich sat across from them.
"So," Roroturo started then, looking at the auburn-haired girl. She seemed to have noticed the man's gaze for she looked back. "Your brother! Can you believe it!?" he exclaimed, raising his hand in the air for emphasis.
Yuhi smiled and shifted her gaze to her brother. She figured Roroturo already told Yellich about how Yuhi didn't know much about him.
Yellich laughed. "Well, I can't. It's like a dream, Macho-san! I still can't believe you haven't changed even a bit!"
Roroturo laughed the laugh he was laughing whenever people complimented his delicious ramen. "Told ya I don't age," he said proudly.
"You still look old!" Yellich suddenly added, smacking the table with his hand as he cackled.
Yuhi giggled and looked at her guardian.
The latter only chuckled and shook his head. "You haven't changed a cent, Yel! You know, honey," he turned to the girl, "when your brother here was three, he always laughed at me and called me so many names it's a good thing he only remembered the macho one now. He was three!"
"No, I still remember every single one of them." Yellich's bright hazel eyes were glistening with excitement as he looked at the man. Then he smiled heartily, reaching in and patting Roroturo in the shoulder. "But you know I love ya, Roroturo-san." He gave Yuhi a wink when he glanced at her.
"Like father, like son," Roroturo said solemnly as he looked Yellich in the eyes. "Your mom would've told you off," he added playfully, but with a hint of solitary in his tone.
Yellich's grin was wide, but Yuhi reckoned his gaze was so tender when he looked at his sister. That was when the story had started.
It was not even a sad parting, Yellich said, and he remembered that he really wasn't supposed to go with their parents. He was supposed to be left by the care of Roroturo as well, but he insisted on it. "I like adventures so much! And I just couldn't let mom and dad go on without me. Of course, I was four at that time and admittedly a crybaby."
"I remember," Roroturo added with a grin.
Yellich laughed. After a long deliberation, eventually, their parents agreed to take Yellich with them to go out of the country because they were supposed to meet someone important, and flying to do so at that time was inevitable. The boy explained to Yuhi that she was only a tiny baby at that time and that they only cared for her welfare that's why they decided to leave her behind for the trip. Yellich said he wanted baby Yuhi to go with too, but his request was enough. Yuhi should stay with Roroturo until they came back. He said he remembered kissing the baby Yuhi in the forehead and promised her that time that he'd be back bringing her plenty of toys and souvenirs from the trip. They left for the flight first thing next morning. Then the accident happened in the sky. The airship's engine was detected to have crashed mid-air. "And poof, blackout."
"It was a terrible—an awful incident," Roroturo continued with a grave face. "The passengers' corpses were toasted like they were sent directly into the fire. I flew to see their condition, expecting the worst." Here he looked at Yellich. "Everyone was unidentifiable, but I recognized your parents' bodies instantly. It was a gruesome sight. I desperately looked for Yel here, but I couldn't find him. I assumed he was gone then."
Yuhi did not realize that she was looking intently at a spot on the table, pressing her finger on it. Her eyebrows were furrowed immensely as she put the pieces together. Roroturo had never opened that particular topic to her before. He only told her strictly that they died in an accident. And now she understood why. It was heartless. The air then suddenly became solemn and dim, as though they subconsciously let the silence in for a little prayer to the departed.
"Anyway," Yellich exclaimed, clasping his hands together and smiling sunnily. "I'm here and alive!"
Roroturo agreed in an equal tone, stressing how he couldn't believe it. He asked Yellich what happened.
"Have you watched movies or TV shows with plane accidents in them? Those dramatic and romantic and creepy stuff?" Yellich asked, sinking his hand in the box of butter cookies and hoisting two.
Yuhi blinked and looked at Roroturo to witness his revelation. She knew the truth anyway.
The man cleared his throat and reluctantly nodded his eyebrows. There was something wrong with his shirt's collar that he had to pull it in a funny way. He eyed the boy and asked why.
"Well, what happens to survivors most of the time?" Another butter cookie.
Roroturo paused to think, and so did Yuhi.
"They get washed up by the waves to a shore?" the girl guessed, thinking that she may have to contribute to the conversation more than her speechless throat would allow her to.
A light cackle escaped the peach-haired boy's throat as he hoisted another butter cookie from the plastic box and patted the girl in the head as though she was a puppy and he suddenly found her cute. Yuhi's heart swelled in a good way. She smiled. Yellich took a bite from his cookie and glanced at Roroturo. "Correct. And…?"
The latter suddenly smiled smugly, claiming that he figured it out. "You're washed up in a shore. Then a lowly fisherman saw your body in there. He ran to you and did CPR in hopeful attempts to save your life. You breathed out water. He called his wife or his mom or his daughter. They came to help get you in their small hut they considered their home, and took you in and cared for you." Roroturo snapped his fingers in the air. "I'm right, am I?"
Yuhi was amazed.
But Yellich was laughing hard. "Close!" When Roroturo complained, he explained. "It's true that I was washed up in a shore. But it was a beach of a civilized island. A traveler who's staying in the island for a while took me in and raised me. It was a woman and her name's Sandra, 27 years old then. Dramatic, right? But there's a bonus though." He dared the two to guess again, but the man told him to get on with it. "I had temporary amnesia when I woke up. Doctors said I hit my head hard but I couldn't remember then what happened, the accident, I couldn't remember my name, my parents, I couldn't remember you guys. And Sandra-san was nice enough to help me through it. She raised me on the island for a while and taught me the things I needed to know. She called me Von until my memory came back. It was a good thing that the amnesia lasted only five years. I was ten when everything came back to me, and the first thing I thought was crap, I need to go back. But I didn't know where to go. Sandra-san helped me. And here I ended up stalking Yuhina!" he grinned at the girl again while the latter chuckled.
"I see," Roroturo said gravely. "Is she one?"
Yellich nodded cheerily. "Yep!"
Yuhi looked at them with wide eyes, unable to follow at that point. However, the conversation was easily recovered to its pace when Yellich started telling exciting stories of what he did before coming to Tomo. He said he had to study for a while, and thought that he needed to get a job to buy a plane or ship ticket to the country because his location then was halfway around the world to Tomo. He did get a job, and plenty. They were odd and unusual jobs, Yuhi reckoned. But Yellich once again stressed his love for adventures when the girl sheepishly mentioned it. Eventually, he earned money—a good sum, as what he said—and flew to Tomo, using everything he earned in doing research and in paying for his tuition fee at school. He's a transferee that year, and although he was already nineteen, he's a junior. Yuhi snapped her fingers inwardly when she found that out. She was right, but was wrong about his age. Now, Yellich's living in a rented room somewhere in the center of town, working in an antique shop.
It was a fun and light conversation, and Yuhi enjoyed the way her brother talked about things. He seemed fun and so full of lighthearted melody as though every little thing he saw had life and was beautiful. She appeared to talk much comfortably whenever he talked, by and by, for she would give her little comments and responses to things and she would laugh and smile as though they had never felt so real. It felt nice with Yellich around—that was what Yuhi thought during that time. Their cackles and speeches were booming inside the ramen shop kitchen, only halted when Roroturo asked that one thing Yuhi forgot to prepare prior to.
"How exactly did you two meet? How did you tell Yuhi, Yel?"
Yuhi froze as if she was pushed in a pool of ice.
Bam!
The wide blue eyes of Killua instantly shifted from the ceiling to the door that connected his room to his best friend's. A small smirk suddenly crept across his face, and he dissolved it immediately, because he did not want Gon to see it. He raised an eyebrow and pulled himself up from his bed. He was right. Gon would give up his silly game first. He sat Indian style on his bed and watched as Gon looked away, looked down, and back at him with an obviously forced crossed aura. It took him a while until he could muster what stance he wanted to show the white-haired boy. He was looking away with crossed arms against his chest. Killua blinked, a nonchalant look on his face. "Yes?"
Gon cleared his throat silently. He seemed to be fidgeting, rubbing the back of his hands with his palms and twitching his shoulders over and over again, but his face was as it was. Killua waited, crossing his arms against his chest and pretending to yawn. Gon urged his mouth to speak. "I'm here to negotiate," he started, and paused to wait for an answer. When he received none, the boy cleared his throat, standing straight and raising his chin. "You tell me what happened or what you did if ever you did something, and then I'll help you do your homework." His tone was solid, but he did not mean to sound shaky.
Killua was inwardly laughing, but he had to play along. This not-talking-until-you-tell-me child-play of Gon lasted longer than he expected Killua just had to fool around some more. "Which homework?" he asked.
Gon breathed in and nodded, as though to tell himself that he was up for the challenge. "Anything."
"Ehh," Killua sang, trying so hard to pull off a serious face. "Really?" When Gon nodded, he inhaled the smile his chest wanted to choke out. "Math," he muttered. The boy knew Gon was weak in Math pretty much as he was. Gon obviously froze and swallowed a good deal of liquid. Killua was so certain that his best friend would return to his senses and apologize, but his eyebrows furrowed when Gon nodded firmly.
"I'll do it."
Killua breathed out. He could not believe how Gon could be so serious about it—why he was so serious about it. His best friend could have only insisted him to say it without getting so incredibly severe as though it was a life and death problem. He decided to take the challenge as well—seriously this time—and shrugged. Killua said, "Sure. Do the Math and I'll tell you what happened after," with a tone so low and grave Gon did not complain about how unfair it was. The spiky-haired boy simply asked his best friend to promise that he'd do it. Killua promised. Gon proceeded to Killua's desk to start with Killua's Math. It was a good thing he finished his own homework early, but he was unsure of his answers, so he had to solve the Algebraic equations again because his best friend had not touched his bag since they came home. It would be called cheating if he were to copy-paste his answers to Killua's. Right?
They were quiet the moment Gon pulled his seat to the table and began opening Killua's Math book, and only the sound of Gon muttering numbers under his breath as he tried to add, subtract, multiply, and divide the absolute numbers, the exponents, and the fractions resonated throughout the room. Killua was eerily quiet. In the first five minutes he was sulking silently on his bed, shooting deathly glares and sneers towards the ceiling because of his best friend's crazy behavior. But after a while he retreated to his room's window-seat, staring out at the night with a mystified but sullen expression, as though he was solving an impossible puzzle from afar, but he lamented for some reason. He was grunting silently and sneering into the glass while muttering the words stupid and nonsense and why and what the hell and crap and argh under his breath over and over again.
Gon was no second-guessing boy. The moment he glanced over his best friend, he instantly turned his chair around and called his name with such mildness, face suddenly reading a look of concern and alertness. For a moment then he thought he saw his best friend bit his lower lip before looking down and sighing. Gon followed up his speech by apologizing about what he did, but receiving a small playful smile and a lone "it's okay, idiot" from his best friend, the spiky-haired boy decided that it was time to ask what was bothering him. And maybe even push the question of what happened at the rooftop.
The three sat in their respective seats unmoving inside the kitchen of the ramen shop—the young boy laughing sheepishly, the grown man wiping his face with his palms staring blankly at nothing, and the sole girl sitting still like a rock and fiddling with her fingers quietly as though inside her heart was not bursting its way free from her ribcage. Yuhi's pulses raced hard and loud it felt as though she would choke her lungs out of her mouth with every tick of the clock, and as though each movement would shock her like electricity. She had never felt so nervous her entire life, and hearing her guardian inhale air for a speech, she held her breath and resembled a statue again.
"Huh!" Roroturo exasperated, wiping again his face with his left palm. He stroked his chin as he stretched his arm out to rest on the back support of Yuhi's seat. He turned a little to face her. "Killua…?" he muttered for the third time.
Here the girl pressed her lips together. Her breaths were short, and she was palpitating like never before. The mention of the white-haired boy's name was like a dagger in her chest, piercing her heart deep. But the mention of his name from her guardian's lips was like dynamite exploding in her soul. She peered at Yellich from under her bangs for support. She couldn't say a word.
Roroturo exhaled a good amount of air and slapped his left cheek with his left palm, resting the chin on it as he shifted his gaze towards the boy in front of him. "Killua Zoldyck?"
Another explosion. Yuhi turned her gaze slowly towards her guardian at that time. His voice sounded as though Killua was someone unbelievable, and she felt that she was losing a chance she never had.
"Yeah," Yellich answered casually. His voice lessened the tension in the air of that room. He was talking cheerily, like an excited little boy. But he somehow spoke carefully when they talked about that subject. When Yuhi looked at her brother, he was nodding at Roroturo, and she was unsure whether he was convincing him, or reassuring him that everything would be okay. Yellich leaned back and lifted his arm, drawing the shape of a human in the air. "About this tall, white hair, blue eyes, pretty face."
Doki.
Another explosion.
"I know," Roroturo muttered under his breath, stroking his imaginary beard and looking at nothing. "But I didn't know that— So that's why— Yuhi."
The girl instantly turned her head and obeyed. There she observed her guardian who avoided her gaze, scratched his neck, twirled his eyebrows, and looked back at her for only five seconds. She wondered if he was frustrated over the fact that he did not know anything about what Yellich just told him, or if he was fidgeting. Later he seemed to have breathed his normal air in and faced the girl with oxygen in his lungs.
"Why—Why—Why—Why didn't you tell me?" he managed to let out, thinking all the way through.
Yuhi remained silent, thinking of how to say it. Yellich had told Roroturo the story of that afternoon—with the permission from the girl, of course. But Yuhi still froze solid when Yellich gave her a sheepish look that said "let's tell him", and Yuhi could not do anything but listen with a galloping heart and with a nervous-wrecked expression. She was thankful, though, because, again, it should be a whole lot easier to explain now that Yellich had started the conversation. She just had to tell her guardian why she hadn't told him that. And her words had to be reasonable.
"Oh, c'mon, Macho-san! Don't be so harsh on Yuhi now," Yellich suddenly interjected.
Here the girl faced her guardian and closed her eyes as she bowed. "I'm so sorry, Roroturo-san!" It was for all the times she attempted to tell, thought of telling, and told something else instead.
Roroturo's eyes grew wide as he leaned his head a little with surprise. When he heard Yellich chuckle, he looked at him, and the boy nodded in a cheering way. Roroturo cleared his throat and took a deep breath before turning his gaze back to the girl. He then sighed and released a smile, placing a light hand on Yuhi's head. The girl looked up, blinking when she saw Roroturo's suddenly smiling face—although his smile looked a bit funny and awkward. It made her giggle. They both laughed.
But Yellich was guffawing his guts off, smacking the table as he pointed at the buff man. "You're amazing, Roroturo-san but so, so cheesy!" And he laughed even more.
Roroturo gave the boy a sharp look before playfully rolling his eyes and tapping Yuhi on the shoulder. He released one last huge laugh and everything returned to normal—at least that was what the auburn-haired girl felt. Somehow, perhaps, because she still had to tell her guardian everything. "Alright, alright," Roroturo said when Yellich had not stopped laughing. "Let's get this thing straight before I return to my post. People are already looking for me."
Yellich's laughter retreated into snickers. Both looked at Yuhi.
"So, what, since when did you start to uh…" Roroturo trailed off as he spoke to the girl, searching for the word. "like… this boy?" It sounded as if it was a trick question in a quiz show.
Yuhi told him.
Roroturo was flabbergasted. "Really?" he asked—astonished. "'Cause I really had a better impression on the other kid, you know, Gon."
Yuhi's eyes grew wide. Then remembering her guardian's expression when he talked about Gon to the girl, she giggled and wondered why everybody thought of pairing her up with Gon instead. Is it too impossible for me and…? She paused, the memory of the afternoon suddenly barging in her mind. But she instantly recovered when Yellich spoke.
"Really!?" the peach-haired boy exclaimed, excited. "Me too!"
What! Yuhi's mouth formed a shape of an 'o' as she turned her gaze to her brother. Yellich grinned at her. The girl smiled, shaking her head.
"Wait, so when they came here before, you…" Roroturo trailed off again, pointing at Yuhi and started gesturing something using his index fingers. "You already…?"
The girl understood what it meant. She nodded shyly, lowering her face.
Roroturo laughed loud, clapping his hands twice. "What a brave girl my Yuhi is, bringing the boy she likes home!"
Yellich leaned forward animatedly. "Really? That happened?"
Eh!? Yuhi instantly protested. "But it was Gon who insisted and I couldn't say no because he's so persistent. And he's like that, ne, Roroturo-san, you've talked to him. It's hard to say no to him." She talked fast, hoping to sound convincing enough despite her hot face. And it got redder when Roroturo mentioned that time when she was the one who went to their home. Yellich was dancing elatedly. Yuhi wanted to hide her face from the face of the universe. "I-It's for my friend! But it's not only because of that— No— I mean, well, they're my friends too and when Gon asked me to come over and I was saying no, he never ran out of things to say to make me go with him and I just— Because, you see—"
"Okay, honey, we got you." Roroturo inhaled, smiling. "Now I understand why you're smiling and spacing out all the time."
The girl pressed her lips together and lowered her head again. She was blushing hot enough for frying.
"Then Yellich here messed everything up and just, whoosh, what happened again?" The buff man recalled, looking at the boy.
Yellich was laughing sheepishly. "Yeah, I kinda did, didn't I? But Yuhi, why won't you tell Roroturo-san?"
Yuhi looked up and saw her brother smiling at her. She took a deep breath and told Roroturo about Mitan in her point of view. She told Roroturo why she did not have the nerve to tell him about Killua—that she herself was unsure of what to tell her guardian, that she did not want the unsure to grow into something impossible by sharing it to another human being, that she believed it would encourage her more to hope when, if she told him, her good guardian would start cheering her on, which she knew would happen.
Roroturo then remembered Yuhi's question about this "friend" of hers weeks ago, asked her whether she was talking about herself. Yuhi nodded shyly. Roroturo's eyes grew wide. "You mentioned something about confessing that time."
Yuhi's death wish was to melt at that time.
Yellich raised his hand in the air. "Exactly why I meddled with everything," he declared, nodding and smiling innocently.
The girl looked at him and smiled as though to say that it's okay.
"Ohh!" Roroturo nodded slowly, crossing his arms against his chest and leaning his back. "Really?"
Yellich told the man what he told Yuhi earlier when he revealed that he planned everything, and that he was absolutely sure that Mitan would be coming a little later, that was why he thought about it. Yuhi expected him to say things she thought of not saying—like the question Killua threw at her, and the tears Yellich saw her shed. But it did not escape his lips. He did not disclose his impression on Killua that time either. It was the opposite. "I think Killua's a nice boy, Macho-san. He just looks a little temperamental, that's all, but I guess it's in his nature."
The girl's eyes grew wide at that as her gaze shifted to her brother's face. I thought he said he's a jerk? She saw Yellich giving Roroturo a funny look and the latter looking at the boy with a thoughtful face. When Yellich noticed the girl's gaze, he winked at her playfully. Yuhi blinked.
The conversation was followed up with Roroturo commenting on how the little things were of the biggest problems to teenagers, and asking the two "What now?". When no one answered, he turned to the girl and asked her a question she was asking herself over the past weeks. "What do you want to do about it now?"
Gon laughed. Gon was laughing, but no sound came out of his throat. He was holding it back in his lungs—especially because his best friend's sharp menacing gaze was shot right through him from where he sat. He swallowed it in, taking a deep breath as he forced a composed and professional stance. But he suddenly let it all out on a whim, sitting straight on his chair and cackling sweetly—with which Killua found mockingly. The latter told Gon about what happened at the rooftop—but in his own words, literally his own words.
"Ramen girl went up and I was there and that Mitan girl came in then she just suddenly ran away with the hallway girl chasing after her."
"You mean Yuhi?" Gon raised his eyebrows.
Killua then cleared his throat and returned his gaze out the window. "Yeah. Whatever."
"What was Yuhi doing at the rooftop?"
"I have no idea."
When Gon asked what they were doing at the rooftop that made Mitan run away and Yuhi chase after her, the white-haired boy swallowed a good amount of liquid, thinking of whether to answer truthfully or not. That was when Gon started laughing—or holding back his laugh—and Killua started shooting him deathly glares straight in the face.
"H-Hey, cut that out! Why're you laughing? What's so funny?" Killua demanded the answers solidly.
Gon replaced his giggles with a beaming smile. "You look funny."
The white-haired boy stared at his best friend with disbelief. "What on earth has gotten into you?"
But when you were in Gon's shoes at that time, you may have laughed at the white-haired boy's expression as well the moment you asked the question. The spiky-haired boy shook his head and inhaled air. "What were you doing at the rooftop, Killua?" he asked while thinking of the follow-up question of What did you do? He still could not let that go.
Killua swallowed again as he looked out the window, and Gon pressed his lips together to suppress his laughter. "I was just talking to her. It's really not a big deal," he said in his sulky tone, mumbling it between his lips a little.
Here Gon played with his lower lip, looking away and thinking. "Were you saying something rude that made Mitan run away and Yuhi chase after her?"
Oh, man… Killua breathed out silently, closing his eyes frustratingly and thinking that it would take them a while conversing about the issue. "No— I don't know. I told you it's not a big deal." Was it rude? It's only a freaking question. But the boy bit his cheek again when he remembered his actions.
Gon cocked his head to the right. "But you're thinking about it, right?"
The blue eyes of Killua grew wide. Accidentally. He regretted letting it happen, because Gon laughed heartily at him again when he did.
"We aren't best friends for nothing, Killua," the spiky-haired boy said casually, looking at his best friend with a rather impish smile on his face. It gave Killua the ultimate dread. He suddenly dreaded what Gon would say next. "I know when there's something serious bothering you and when you're just hiding something from me. And I know when you're sick and when you're blushing." Gon beamed.
Killua was mortified, and for a moment he thought of whether Gon was possessed. He had a feeling Gon would be up in his room all night until Monday.
A pout slowly formed on Yuhi's lips as she cocked her head to the right, pressing her cheek onto her palm, eyes toward the dark night. A sudden thought flashed inside her head when she recalled Yellich's actions and words when after her guardian had asked the thing.
"She'll figure it out soon."
Yuhi started to think of whether her brother knew better or whether he said that as a challenge, because the most peculiar thing happened after he said that to Roroturo. Yellich began talking of something else, and it went on until the girl accompanied him out to head home. Then that's it. No that boy's a jerk or your friend will be fine or anything related to that.
She'll figure it out soon. Yuhi wondered when she would, and if she could. She was, in all honesty, relieved that her brother led everything away from the most embarrassing topic to talk about, and she was glad he did not show any act of playfulness towards the issue. Yellich was cool in talking to her perhaps about everything under the sun when she was touring him inside the house. Well, he was a little jittery because of the excitement but Yuhi figured that was him altogether. Yellich was so full of personality that even the most cold-blooded people might take a liking in him in a way. He shifted the air easily with his optimistic yet playful energy, and Yuhi liked that about him—about her brother.
The pout was replaced by a small smile and a giggle. She still couldn't believe that she had a breathing brother. It was surreal, but real in the same light. Excitement started gearing her up. Her nerves were awake again and seemed not to feel the aftermaths of a rather long and mind-boggling day.
Yuhi sighed.
She remembered the day once again, thoughts shifting painfully towards the face of a black-haired girl. Mitan should be priority. Killua should come in later. But Yuhi had no idea how to put the puzzle pieces together…again. She should talk to her friend about everything first thing came Monday, and it should be real this time. No dillydallying. That was a promise she decided to make to herself—come whatever the result may. The worst-case scenario would be Mitan shutting her out of her life forever. The best-case scenario would be Mitan accepting her apology and everything returning to normal.
Normal—well, that would be a tough one. Nothing's ever going to be the same again. And Yuhi knew that the moment she realized that her feelings for the white-haired boy had started a fire in her chest. She would still be Yuhi, but something in her would never be the same again. The girl could count the reasons why. Firstly, she didn't know. Secondly, she didn't know. Thirdly, Killua knew all about it. Fourthly, Killua knew all about it. And lastly, Killua knew all about it.
Yuhi groaned, burying her face in her arms on her table.
She did not want to think about it yet. There should be a proper time for that one—and it's not that night, not the day after, and not the day after tomorrow. Yuhi understood her priorities well and good. Yellich was number one. Mitan should come in second. Fixing the whole thing should come in third. School stuff should definitely come in during all of those aforementioned. Getting herself back on track should come in during school. The white-haired boy should come in last. At least that was what she had in her head. Oh, Killua was as important to her as anybody else—maybe a bit greater but still. But she had to deal with him last, because she still had to figure it out. Figuring what, that, she did not know. And Yuhi felt that Yellich had indirectly given her something to think about that she herself should decide when to think about it. She needed time. But then again, the sound of Killua's voice in her ear was as distinct and vivid as Yellich's revelation. It made her shiver, as though electricity had flowed through her spine, and she would feel her face burning.
Yuhi groaned again, jolting her head up and slapping her cheeks lightly with her fingers. She needed to see something else to get her mind off of things she didn't want to think about yet but would barge in her mind as though it owned her brain. The girl stood up and marched out of her room to sit in front of the TV in the living room, clicked on the remote and surfed through the channels. There were not much programs at that time and Yuhi inquired the clock to see why. It was already 1:31 in the morning. Pressing her lips together and clicking on the next button on the channel tab in the remote control five more times, she gave up, and retreated to her room with a shrug.
Sleeping was as easy as pie with Yuhi in school, but in her house, she found it difficult. Perhaps it was because of the idea that Yellich had appeared, and because of the— Yep, perhaps it was because of Yellich. But she thought she needed to sleep at least for her to be able to get up early in the morning to prepare for her date with her brother.
Roroturo proposed Yellich staying with them in the house instead of renting a room in the center of town. It would be nicer, he said. It would give him a lot of time to bond with his sister, he said. And although Yellich rejected the request, because he insisted that he could fend for himself well by himself, the boy negotiated and said that he would tell the man if he wanted to stay a night or two if he felt like it. After a series of arguments the two closed the deal, with Yellich asking Yuhi if she wanted to go out to brother-sister bond with him the next day. Roroturo approved, of course, and so did Yuhi.
The girl suddenly found herself ridiculous, shaking her head and smiling sheepishly. She thought she needed to give her brother all her time and attention the next day, and that she need not think of anything else other than to have fun with him, and know more about him, to get closer to him, because that was important. Blood was always thicker than water.
A smile then finally crept across the girl's face as she closed her eyes, realizing then that she had crawled in her bed and had snuggled against the comforts of her pillow. She was getting sleepy, but a sudden boost of energy lit her up again. There was no hiding it. Yuhi was freaking excited, and she was glad that it was the weekend—or at least the weekend and Monday.
Yuhi groaned for the nth time. Someone had violated the rules of privacy in her head again. She grabbed a pillow and buried her face in it. She decided to count sheep jumping off a fence to get herself to fall asleep instead, hoping all the best for the next day—hoping she wouldn't bump into someone who might spoil her composed and focused thoughts.
Then she smiled lazily when she remembered Roroturo's words from earlier.
"Teenagers—it fascinates me how they can take all crap seriously like they carry the world upon their shoulders, acting as Supermans of their own kind because of, what, simple things. No offense, honey."
-CHAPTER END-
Yaaaaay, I want to thank everyone who reviewed in the previous chapter! Your reviews are so awesome-so awesome-that I cried happy tears while reading them in one go. Really, no, but I wanted to cry. It makes me happy beyond anything. Thank you so much for sticking with this story. We have reached the nineteenth chapter, can you believe it!? Nineteen chapters of Yellich hiding in the shadows. My glob. Thank you. XD
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2102032: I have memorized your username. XD Yes, and here I reply to you for all of the people to know that I honestly think that Killua is a jerk too, in many ways. But I love him too. (as a little kid. ugh I'm in love with Kurapika ok haha) So there. Wowowow, thank you so muchh! I hope my chapters are getting better though. I really do. XD I'll tell Yuhi to tell him that. Thank youuu!
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I'm really glad about your reactions and how you said them in your reviews. I'm really glad. I hope to see your review about this too, neeee! What do you think of Killua's POV? What can you squeeze from it? What do you feel about Yellich?
NEXT CHAPTER: And so, the school week is up again. December is only a few days away. Council work is still on. And Yuhi's pretty much about to explode of confusion.
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