OMG, you guys have made me so happy with all your reviews and the good vibes from everyone else who didn't! It really helps me get motived to keep writting! I have been excited to continue writting for weeks now! (I just have to sit down and write it!) I have listened to everyone's song suggestions, and I have to tell you, I'm downloading a couple to be on my permanent music list because they were so good! And they are also going into the story, needlesstosay. I can't use all of them, at least not in this arc, but thank you for all your suggestions! I love all of your suggestions! Time to respond to some of great fans!

Guest (1): LOL, I don't think you'll be able to hear his voice through this story, but you will be seeing his type of music/Hatsu soon! XD And yes, Gon and reacting to Killua's voice is going to be... something to look forward to, LOL (one of my better cringe scenes! XD)

Lost Child of the Kokiri: Thank you so much! This made me feel super happy because I know my English isn't super good and I'm not the most eloquent, so the fact you like it must mean I'm doing something right.

Rednotebook108: I love Killua too! I try to balance between praise of Killua and Gon, but I love Killua too much, and the praise/focus will only increase frm here!

sing .about .chocolate: Wow! Thank you for complimenting my writing skills! I know I'm not a professional or trained novelist or writer (my knowledge comes from reading fanfic) so I try my best! Thank you for liking the moments and characterizations, the ones I like the most are the ones I bounce off of my editor too, more will ensue cutely (hopefully). Ya, canzie laughed too about the IMAX intro, but it was the best comparison I had! XD I'm happy the moment with the Amoris came out well, the intensity was something I had trouble transcribing properly. And, Shhhh! But yes, Both Kikyo and Silva are opera singers, it's how they met (more on this in a later arc... ((maybe this arc? I don't remember)) Yes! Delusional Illumi! I hate him, but I love to... write him. It's really interesting. YAY! Validation for more praise towards Killua.

Snow Fairy of the Valley: Thank you, I wanted to really portray that uncertainty!... And honestly I don't even know if Gon will win yet either... ^^;;

Guest (2): Yes! Clipboard Killua, I'm so happy I have a fellow parent in the room to watch our son Killua, he's the greatest. And I've always loved Kastro and Killua interactions since I've seen them interact in Heaven Arena and Kastro, that little ish, thought he could read Killua so well- ah so cute! There will definitly be more interactions, but maybe not as... evident as this? Ya, Gon's screwed for Killua, he just needs to come to terms with it now ;) His performance was so hard to write! It's easier to imagine than to write out! Thanks for enjoying it so well that you wanted to sing along as well. Maybe Gon can fix him... ;D

Slyside:... Well... Well, hello ^-^ you guessed it, here's your chapter. Thank you for reading! I'll get on that next chapter asap to keep ahead of the curve.

I want to thank my editor for all her help and putting up with all my whining that my story isn't really good, which she promptly helped me with: Canzie (Her tumblr is canzie-gum and whats-wrong-aniki)


Musica Academy Showcase

The Academy showcases are quarter annual, one for every season. There's a Fall Showcase in October, Winter Showcase in December before winter break, Spring Showcase in March, and Summer Showcase in May, before summer break. Sign ups for the Showcases are anytime after the end of the last Showcase. The Judges change every showcase, guests ranging from alumni to special celebrities, but the Chairman is always the main judge on the board. The performance is given like a number in a concert and you're only allowed to perform original works, no covers or remixes. Participants are graded on advance factors such as Perfect Pitch, Range, Physical Singing, Dance routine, etc. Such are these normally perfected by those in their senior year so it's rare when underclassmen sign up, it's mostly a showcase for seniors. When underclassmen apply, they don't expect first place, just experience.


Chapter 3: The loud silence

Gon shook his head as another idea came and went. No that wouldn't work either… The gift bag bounced against Gon's thigh as he walked, so he shifted it further away from his body, lest the expensive gifts get damaged.

Gon has been thinking since last night ways to show Killua that people didn't have to be… worthy to sing with or sing to. There shouldn't be an exchange if he can make someone else happy with his voice. Gon's sure he'll figure out something, but for now he had more immediate problems.

Today was Wednesday.

Academia day.

Gon put his free hand in his hair in frustration. This sucked! He knew going to a school for singing would be just too good to be true! He could never truly escape actual homework…! Well, he supposed he shouldn't complain, it was only one day in the week and whatever homework the teachers could assign wouldn't be due for another week. Which reminded Gon that he had to remember to do Kite's project with Melody. He's seen her in a couple of his other classes but never really spoke on the project or much anything since he's been too focused on the content he was learning.

He's got to get into contact with her again and make a solid meeting time. But for now, Gon would settle for nervously playing with his jacket zipper until he could make sure these classes will pass without trouble this year. He entered the school and looked for Zushi as he did (technically) the past two mornings.

Zushi was standing by the entrance of the school playing with what looked like a mini video game console. Gon bounded up to him excitedly.

"Hey Zushi! What's that?" He asked. Zushi looked up, the game on the screen now paused.

"Morning Gon! You really don't know? It's the JoyStation Mobile." He said cocking his head. "How could you not know? Have you never been to the mall or anywhere that sells electronics?" Zushi asked. Gon chuckled sheepishly while rubbing the back of his head. When one didn't have money, one tends not to hang around places that have expensive items they couldn't afford. It was easier to keep from pining over the newer things on the market when he stayed away from those money driven incorporation and finds ways to have fun for little or no money, he learned that quickly when he was little. But also not having the newer things contributed to thinning out his friends as he grew up, he mostly had fans, not confidentials.

"Yea, I don't go to the Mall often…" Gon decided to settle on. Zushi frowned.

"Aw, yea, well, I can understand, I can't get to the mall unless Wing drives me. I can't wait til I can drive."

"Oh, I can drive. I mean, I have my permit and Mito leaves me the car in case I wanted to go out and practice, but y'know, I have to be careful cause I'm not allowed to drive without a licensed passenger anyway, but I'm just not interested in going to the mall in the first place." Gon rambled with a shrugged. "Rather do stuff like camping or hiking." Zushi stared at him with wide eyes.

"What kind of teenager are you?" Gon laughed him off even though Zushi was kinda seriously waiting for an answer.

"Well come on, let's go by my locker. If Killua's coming in today he'll have to drop by his locker and I found out yesterday Killua's locker isn't too far from mine!" Gon said, wrapping a hand around Zushi's upper arm and dragging him forward to the hallway with his locker. Zushi scoffed.

"Gon, I already told you, no one really sees Killua before school!" Zushi said and that made Gon slow down but he still trucked on.

"But today's academia day! I thought it'd be a little different…?" Gon said, looking back at Zushi. Zushi shook his head.

"I've seen Illumi and Milluki before in the instrument rooms or with their fans, but for some reason, we don't see Killua. I think he hides from his fans because it's very possible he's the most popular Zoldyck." Gon thought back to how that swarm was around Illumi the first day, screaming how everyone should love him. Then he imagined that around Killua and realized he'd hide too.

"B-but…" Gon hummed, looking down at the bag in his hand and Zushi finally took notice of it.

"What? What is it?" He asked trying to look inside but Gon let it fall back to his side.

"I got chocolate for Killua and I was hoping to give it to him before classes…" He said, thinking about giving it to him in a more private setting after pulling him aside from all the eyes. Zushi sighed.

"I can't believe you actually got him chocolate! But… I'm sorry, I don't think you'll find him before classes. Hey, what classes you have today? We may share some." Zushi said, pulling out his schedule. Gon pulled out his schedule, his movements painted with disappointment, and held it by Zushi's.

"Oh, we have reading together and lunch right after! That way we don't have to meet up to go to lunch together." Zushi said, smiling up at Gon. He smiled back but still looked sad, the bag seeming to carry a huge weight on his arms.

"C-c'mon Gon, you shouldn't…" Zushi said trying to cheer him up, but suddenly Gon's eyes lit up at something behind him. Zushi whirled around and his mouth dropped open in surprise. He rubbed his eyes. Was that a ghost? Zushi's eyes, along with most people's in the hallway, followed Killua's movements as he walked down the hall like he was some after image they didn't really believe was there. His silver phones was firmly planted on his ears, the blue screaming kitty decal glistening as he moved. He wore a black turtleneck and purple pants with straps on the bottom half of his pant legs, his blue bookbag on his shoulder. Very simple but elegant and fashionable on the photogenic teen, his white hair around the frame of his face like a halo. He had his eyes on the ground as he walked in, seeming to refuse to acknowledge anyone was around, but Zushi knew he probably felt everyone's scrutining gaze at his neck. If he was wearing a turtleneck, that only meant one thing… A shift in the shoulder showed the top of bandages underneath his high collar.

Yea. Zushi wanted to open his mouth and say something, but his brain wasn't able to register why that was. Only when Gon zipped past him did he remember why he needed to say something to stop him.

"Gon! Wait!" Zushi cried in delay, running after his older friend. Gon skidded to a stop in front of Killua, rocking on his heel to keep from falling over onto the smaller frame. Killua took a step back in surprise, raising an arm in reflexive defense as Gon's shoes suddenly entered his line of vision of the floor. Recognition flooded his face when he took in Gon's huge smile and he rolled his eyes.

"Morning Killua!" Gon cried out cheerily as Zushi ran up next to him. Zushi held Gon's arm in some weak plea to pull Gon away. Killua nodded his head in Gon's direction in greeting then his eyes fell on Zushi and Zushi was blown away again at how amazing it was just to be by Killua and under his gaze. He suddenly admired Gon for being able to withstand it all the time, his aura was amazing and suffocating.

"S-sorry, Killua, I don't think he knows…" Zushi muttered out, feeling like he should bow his head, not to meet the eyes of the talented teen. Gon looked between the two of them confused.

"Know…? Know what?" Gon chuckled slightly, feeling out of the loop. Killua took his hands out of his pockets and began nimbly moving his hands around, forming shapes and motions before quickly moving to making another and Gon could only watched amazed as though being shown a magic trick. Was Killua showing him something cool? This was so cool, Killua was so cool! Killua saw the dumb awe-struck wonder in Gon's eyes as he locked onto his movements and his hands stalled, not knowing what to do. Zushi chuckled nervously again and only as Killua stopped did Gon realize what he was doing.

"S-sorry, I don't think he knows that either-!"

"That was sign language!" Gon gasped amazed. Killua was just more and more impressive everyday. He cocked his head. "Why are you signing?" Gon asked curiously, a sinking feeling entering his chest. Killua furrowed his eyebrows in frustration then motioned at his throat with his hand before flicking it out as though throwing his voice out, then shook his head. Gon's mouth fell open slightly.

"W-what?! Why?" Gon asked, almost dropping the bag he had in his hand. "Is it permanent? What did you do? Did someone do this to you?! Is someone out to get your voice out of jealousy? Killuaaa-!" Gon panicked, and Killua shook his head and hands furiously throughout, but with Gon not heeding, Killua finally shot his hands out and covered Gon's mouth. He sighed and pulled away, his hands curling as though to start signing again, but then seeing Gon zero in on his hands as though through willpower he'd understand this time, he put them down, fists at his side. His sharp eyes whipped to Zushi and he shoved his hands towards Gon.

Explain!

Zushi swallowed a yelp. "S-sorry, I only know assumptions and rumors, I just thought you'd want to explain it properly…" Zushi said, poking two fingers together and turning to Gon. Killua signed something to Zushi and Zushi furrowed his eyebrows. Killua huffed out a giant sigh of frustration and did it again slower.

"Oh! Ok…" Zushi said, and Gon reluctantly removed his intense gaze from Killua to Zushi.

"What happened?" Gon asked.

"Ok, well… It's kinda… common knowledge when the Zoldycks come to school covering their necks with turtlenecks or whatever, we can expect their necks to be bandaged up underneath."

"Why?!" Gon asked, slight feelings of anger and protectiveness surging forth.

"We…" Zushi said flicking his eyes to Killua, who looked just as curious as to what the school assumed what it meant. "Don't know. But we do know they don't speak and it's probably from vocal nodules."

"Voice nodules…" Gon murmured back numbly and turned to look at Killua who nodded, relieved there was now communication going on. Gon knew what voice nodules were. With how loud and explosive most of his concerts were, Mito took him to a doctor after every one to make sure there were none, and if there were, the doctor would advise them on how to take care of them so that they don't get worse, and now he barely ever got them because his vocal chords were so exercised. Gon turned back to Zushi.

"How long do they last?" Gon asked. Zushi exhaled a little, seeming happy that he didn't say anything wrong.

"Only a day. We heard they have a family doctor that is a qualified vocal therapists, the best money can buy, that does everything in their power to make sure it doesn't last long and that they're healed up better than before." Another look in Killua's direction confirmed what he said. Gon's eyebrows furrowed downward in another surge of anger. When he asked his next question, his eyes didn't leave Killua's, even though Killua was still looking towards Zushi.

"How often?"

Killua's eyes now flicked over to Gon in surprise. Zushi also directed his attention to Gon more fully.

"W-... well it's not like it's periodically. It just happens sometimes…" Zushi said. Killua found Gon's gaze too heavy, it wasn't something that fit on his face, he shouldn't look so serious. He felt caught in the gaze but also wanted to look away at the same time, he eventually was able to rip his eyes away and to the ground. Gon's eyes were probing him for something, he was trying to find something off and telling. "...But based on my experience last year, each of the Zoldycks come in with nodules at least 2 times a year… Killua's probably has the most-"

A sharp glare from Killua caused the words on Zushi's tongue to run back into his throat. He made a small choking noise than lowered his head like in the presence a king.

The one that comes in with them the most…. Gon was able to infer from the sentence. Killua's eyes looked up as though uncaring but something in his eyes seemed pleading, as though for Gon to understand, it's just something they go through.

Gon knew from his own experiences and the often visited doctor that he calls friend that certified vocal therapists help the patient recognize the harmful habits that were causing the voice nodules and replace them with proper techniques. When caught on time, vocal nodules could be reversed through nonsurgical therapy.

But what he also knew from his many trips and practices that the therapy the doctor prescribes normally has 2 effects: heals the existing nodes and prevent future ones from developing, basically creates stronger vocal chords. What Zushi was saying was that the Zoldycks often got vocal nodules, not even accounting the ones they got outside of school months, probably during their actual active concert seasons. But that would also mean, with their great certified physician that heals them as soon as possible, they have probably created strong vocal chords that nodules won't form on easily, and however the hell they were getting nodes now had to be worked at… and deliberate. The pleading look in Killua's eyes suddenly seemed to make more sense and made Gon more angry, but Gon didn't let it show. He just put on his best smile and faced Killua.

"That sucks you can't speak today, but at least it's only for one day, right…? But, that means we won't be able to talk much… But then again, that's ok because I can talk for both of us!" Killua's head sunk down in irritation.

Seriously? He thought. Now he can't even give him a proper silent treatment to make sure he knows he's not friends with him because he'll know it's just his voice. Killua just shrugged. It's just for one day after all. He walked past Gon to his locker and Gon and Zushi followed after him.

"Wow, Killua you smell really good!" Gon piped up from behind and Killua could have fallen over. EMBARRASSING! He whirled on Gon with a flush face and pulled down his turtleneck's collar before pointing at the bandages. Gon leaned in slightly and sniffed before pulling away and holding his nose.

"Ugh, what is that? It's really strong!" Gon said. It smelled better as a breeze. Zushi leaned forward as well to sniff.

"Oh, is that some sort of evapo-rub? Gon, it's probably to make sure his airways stay nice and clear for him to breath. Probably part of the therapist prescription to heal properly. And it's probably scented to Killua's preference." Killua nodded proudly at Zushi. He could be useful to keep around for the day. When he looked over at Gon his breath hitched in his throat at the admiration in Gon's face.

"Wow! Killua, your tastes are so good! What is that, vanilla and…" Gon gave the air a sniff again. "Wood shaving?" He chuckled and Killua blushed. What was up with his nose? He whirled around deciding now to ignore Gon. He opened his locker to get his books for that day, and he heard Gon open his locker further next to him.

"OH! Right, Killlluuuuaa!" Gon said teasingly. Killua sighed into the locker before turning and facing Gon. "I got you something!" He said holding the gift bag out. "Surprise!" He giggled and Killua curiously tried to peek inside. He gave Gon a suspicious look and took the bag and opened it further to see the contents.

Killua's eyes widened along with Gon's smile. He was reacting along the lines Gon expected to him to. His eyes deepened their depth into beautiful wonder until his eyes were as expansive as the cosmos itself and then they were fixed onto Gon's eyes and he couldn't get enough.

Chocolates… No, Chocorobots.

He got me chocorobots… my favorite.

That same small hidden place in Killua's chest cracked open a little further and he suddenly valued these chocolates as dearly as his headphones. It took him back to a time where music was fun and it wasn't all business. He got him his childhood favorite chocolate, this guy who sang like singing was fun, unlike everyone else in this stupid academy.

Forget it. Killua smiled and pulled a box out. He vaguely registered chocolate probably won't help his throat but anyone was a fool if they thought he wasn't going to have at least one. Killua pointed at Gon and nodded his head in thanks. Gon grinned so widely he had to close his eyes.

"Oh, Killua! I'm so happy you like them!" Gon cheered and watched Killua lean against the lockers and open the first box of chocorobots, hanging the gift bag full of the chocorobots from his elbow. He tossed a couple in his mouth and held another between his fingers in a queue. He blinked then looked over at Gon who looked a little expectant. He inclined his head forward.

What?

Gon tilted his head to one side. "Well… Can I have some?" He asked, a slight tinge on his cheeks. Killua swallowed a bark laugh and placed the chocolate in his mouth, licking the melted chocolate off his fingers. He held up a finger and shook it along with his head.

"HUH?!" Gon exclaimed. Zushi rubbed the back of his neck while laughing.

"I told you he really loves chocolate!"

"I just thought he'd be so thankful he'd give me at least one!"

Killua's stifled laughter brought their attention back on him and they both smiled under the noise of his twinkling laughter. He seemed to be in a better mood than when he first came in, so that was enough of a treat for Gon.

"Oh yea! Killua, what classes do you have today?" Killua stopped laughing as he processed Gon's question. He reached into his bookbag and pulled out his schedule and gave it to Gon, then turned to his locker to finish fishing for his books. Gon looked at their two schedules.

"Ah, we have Algebra together…" Gon said, scanning the sheet. "And cooking?! Why do I have to take cooking?!" Gon cried and Killua stifled another laugh with his head in the locker.

"Well, they're electives! Even as World Stars, we need certain skills or hobbies we should hone, like if as a World Star you guest on a cooking show! You don't want to look bad by not being able to cook, or maybe as a World Star you host a cooking show with your title. It's like a chance to try out what abilities you could hone along with your singing talent." Zushi explained while Killua finished zipping up his book bag and hefting it back over his shoulder.

"Hmmm… And we have free period together before school ends." Gon concluded giving Killua his schedule. "That's too bad, I'll miss having you in every class with me!"

Killua snatched his schedule and flicked Gon's forehead. He turned to Zushi and signed something then Zushi turned to Gon.

"He said every time you say something embarrassing now, he'll flick you." Zushi said. Gon gaped at Zushi.

"You can understand sign language? Can you do it too?" Gon asked.

"Well, Wing said it's useful to know multiple languages as a World Star since as a World Star you'll be travelling, well… the World! And sign was one I really wanted to know to communicate with those that might not be able to…" Zushi explained, getting slightly embarrassed.

"Wow, Zushi you're really amazing…!" Gon murmured and looked down. "I never really thought about that… I'm really behind, I've got to start learning more languages myself!"

"Mh! Good luck!" Zushi said, and the bell to start classes rang. Killua raised his hand in parting and started off one way and Gon pouted after him. "Gon, don't be too sad, you'll see him later." Zushi said. Gon nodded. He just hoped the chocolate really did have the desired effect he wanted and Killua considered him a friend now…


Forget it. That's what Killua thought when he opened the bag and found all those chocorobots. He knows they are expensive and this guy was too nice and too bright and why out of everyone in the whole school would he choose to spoil him? He didn't deserve it.

So yes, he decided to forget it. Forget everything he resolved in himself yesterday as he walked home.

Ya. Father would be proud.

He made a friend!

Killua popped another chocolate treat in his mouth and rolled it around his tongue in thought. So now he wanted to sing with Gon and he considered him a friend. Right, so… he can sing around Gon. He just had to make sure no one else was around when he did, right? It's that simple. Right? He decided not to think about it now and how complicated he was making it and just sat in the back of the class.


Gon looked down at the schedule then back up at the door just to stall from going inside. It seemed there was a wing of the school specifically for academic classes. Gon gulped. He knew he just had to get through this.

He opened the door and scanned the room. Students were loitering around, some sitting on desks and chatting while others stood around them in cliches and admiration. Gon was only slightly surprised to see Knov at the desk reading a light novel, and figured the already employed teachers were used to teach academic topics for 50 minutes of the day.

So Knov knows more about History… Gon thought thinking about the class he was in. He abruptly looked up as a thought struck him. Right… I still need to look up those plays and musicals from his class… Gon remembered. It was never assigned as an actual homework assignment, but he wasn't going to sit idly by when he was the only one that could make the most out of this experience for himself.

Gon walked forward and knew he didn't have to sit in front of classes that aren't music related, and honestly in his old high school, he was more often than not in the middle or the back of the class goofing off and being the class clown. However, a second scan of the class showed that Kurapika was sitting in the front row furthest from the door.

Melody.

Right. Gon had a second agenda to attend to and he hadn't really worked on it since Monday. Time for the next phase of his plan. Thinking about how similar Kurapika was to Killua, he could even say this was a prototype plan being worked out. Again, it was kinda mean using them as a guinea pig, but again, he doesn't have to tell them and it wasn't like he didn't honestly really want to help Melody and Kurapika out. So, on with the plan!

Gon sat down next to Kurapika with a flourish.

"Hi!" He chirped. Kurapika looked up from his book as though surprised anyone would ever try to talk to him. But once he saw who it was, a warm and affectionate smile (that suited him in Gon's opinion) graced his features and he closed the book while marking his last place with ease.

"Gon. How are you?" He asked, folding his hands over the book.

"I'm good! I mean, a little nervous! I was never good at normal school stuff, just barely passed through while goofing off in class…" He admitted with a sheepish shrug. Kurapika smiled at him scorningly.

"Gon, you shouldn't take light of academia. A good education is very important, for anybody, and it's something no one can ever take away from you no matter what." He held up a slender finger.

"I know, I was just never good at it. It's not like I never tried… music was the only thing that came easy to me." He muttered and Kurapika's heart felt for the boy.

"Oooh, Gon… You know, on Wednesdays, they have tutors for the extra hour we would normally be let out early. The school prides itself not only on it's talented students, but their grades, so they'll do anything they can to help. Its for the students, by the students. I myself volunteered for History tutoring, so if you ever need any help with this class, I'm available then and any other time you can catch me. I'm not too bad in the other subjects…" Kurapika said, slightly twisting his neck as though saying something a bit far fetched. "So I can also help you in those as well, as much as I can." He nodded.

"Wow, Kurapika, you must be really smart!" Gon gushed and Kurapika blushed slightly. He shook his head, his golden strands shaking about the frame of his face.

"N-no, I think it's quite the average education, it may just come a bit more easily to me, I have a very good concentration." Gon furrowed his eyebrows. He was so nice! Was he only like this to only people he liked? Or maybe he wasn't mean but he ignored others a lot?

"Kurapika, what's your standard on singing with people?" Gon asked, staring intently in his eyes. Kurapika snapped his eyes to Gon's, their eyes locked for a moment just before Knov stood up.

"Time for class."


"Alright, now go in groups of two to read over the assigned reading. Anything you don't read in class should be read by next week." Knov said, waving his hand flippantly. As the class of 50 minutes came close to an end, the class's attention span was shot and Knov was not about to try and keep it for the last 10. He's tired enough from trying to keep it at all throughout the whole period.

Kurapika reached over to touch Gon's hand and Gon looked over to see Kurapika with a thoughtful look on his face. Gon nodded, knowing his silent request to work together, although Gon expected there wouldn't be much history work done. But hopefully his plan will be ready to move on to the next stage.

The classroom gradually filled with idle chatter and Gon moved his desk to face Kurapika's.

"Well?" He asked again, and Kurapika reluctantly met his gaze. Gon was such a light and happy person, it was almost scary and unnerving when he got serious like that, and Kurapika hoped he

wouldn't see it very often from now on.

"Why do you ask, Gon?" He asked softly instead. Gon blinked. Wasn't expecting that… but then again, he didn't think this through completely.

"There's…" Gon let his eyes drift back to the desk. "I…" Kurapika sighed.

"If you're wondering if I'll sing with you… and want to meet my standards…" Kurapika hummed, his voice a willowing dance in the air. "I have to tell you I don't know myself if you meet my standards yet. I don't want to tell you because then I won't know if you're doing it just to meet it or if that's really you. I'll tell you this much, you definitely interest me and have the makings of a World Star. You're serious about it. That's one thing you pass on."

Gon furrowed his eyebrows and Kurapika almost lifted one questioningly.

Everyone who is able to get into this academy is serious, Kurapika. They wouldn't have been able to if they weren't… Gon thought, thinking back to what Zushi told him, how people are mad at people like him who feel he didn't do enough to deserve to be there.

"It's not… I don't want to sing with you, Kurapika. I won't try to meet your standards even if you tell me. I'm curious to what it is and, actually, to why you have one." Gon said. Is he copying the Zoldycks for that exclusive feel?

"Oh…?" Kurapika drummed his fingers once on the desk in front of him, surveying Gon as if he saw him for the first time. "You don't want to sing with me?"

"Ah!" Gon freaked over the implications he gave him. "I didn't mean it like that! I meant… like, I hope to sing with everyone eventually while I'm in the school, but I'm not actively trying to sing with you right now…?" Gon tried to amend. Kurapika blinked then stifled a beautiful laugh behind his hand.

"Gon, I wasn't exactly upset about it… I mean, I suppose I was a little put off because I assumed everyone wanted to sing with me. That's why I have my standards, actually. In this school, if you attach yourself with the right people, you can easily pass your classes, get opportunities through connections, and advance your singing career by riding someone else's more talented coattails." Kurapika explained. "Obviously the more talented ones are targeted, so when I first came here I was asked constantly by others to be partners or in groups or a part of their project, a couple more weeks after that, people started getting upset that I wasn't… focused on one person or group of people to "stick" to… essentially the ones I favor more to help advance, however unconscious it was. I was never one to take partiality to anyone, so of course I hadn't, but based on that I was able to figure out how most of these under-talented people work in this school. If they were really serious about becoming a World Star, they would try harder to become like one of those that they want the scraps from." Kurapika ranted, getting agitated just from the memory of it.

So, that's what he meant… but not everyone are like that… in fact I think most people aren't, he just had a bad run in with people who thought freshman would be easy… Gon thought taking in everything. His breath hitched in his throat at a past memory. Does Killua think the same thing about me? Does he think that's why I've been bugging him? Gon couldn't linger longer on that as Kurapika met his eyes again.

"So, my standards fundamentally are they have to be as talented or more talented than me. They have to show aspects of a World Star in the making, outgoing and confident, that's where you caught my eye, Gon, they have to be invested and participating in class, which if I remember correctly, you've sat in the front of every class. Obviously they have to sing well or at least need little help in getting into top shape. Knowledgeable in an instrument would help, languages are good, academia must be top notch, they should have a reputa-"

"Ah-ah, Kurapika, isn't that… too high? Too much?" Gon asked and Kurapika met his eyes confused.

"No, I think that should be the minimum of most everyone in here." Gon scanned his view left and right as though that would show the skill level of everyone around him.

"Then how many people have you sang with because they met your expectations?" Gon asked resting his eyes on the blond again. Kurapika flushed slightly.

"Erm… since I've come here?" He asked. Gon shrugged sure. "You know what, I don't think that's important!" Kurapika decided, crossing his arms. Gon smiled helplessly.

"OK, then what do you do for projects?" Gon already knew Killua was so strict in his resolve that he already failed one.

"I settle for someone I've sang with before or at least won't fail me…" Kurapika said. Gon scrunched up his nose in deep thought. That's no good… is he even excited about singing anymore with that mindset?

"Kurapika, how long have you been in this school?" Gon decided to ask. Kurapika looked up in thought.

"Yes… 3 years. I can't seem to get out of second year. I don't know why, there must be some hidden agenda teachers grade us on, because I got a letter from Netero himself that I failed second year based on something I was missing. Something I didn't learn throughout the year. Which is ridiculous because I passed all my classes with A average." He huffed.

Gon let his eyes fall downward and rested his chin on his propped up hand. Something missing? Hidden agenda? I'll have to ask Netero about that later… Gon thought. But now I have at least half of Kurapika's standards to help me when I work with Melody! I would have hoped for a shorter list, but what he gave me is fine. I can move on to the next part of my plan. I need to talk with Melody.


Gon walked out the classroom and towards his locker. The rest of the time was thankfully spent talking about less heavy topics and he actually got to know more about Kurapika, like how he had art as an elective last year and fell in love with it. He's hoping to do something with art when he becomes a World Star like open or adopt an art museum or have classical pieces incorporated in his concerts.

Gon opened his locker and placed his thick and heavy history text back in. He pulled out his schedule and saw he had… Algebra!? Danggit! That was probably his worst subject, he can barely recall how to say larger numbers correctly. And If given plenty of time, he can solve any problem, but his rate is probably slower than the school system would appreciate. He sighed and put in his algebra text in his book bag.

Slumping off to the class, he stared at his schedule. For some reason, there was an inkling in the back of his head probing him. Something about Algebra… it was something important he was forgetting. Staring at it, he was hoping to remember, but it was starting to stress him out as he got closer to the door. He decided trying to remember wouldn't do him any good and he'll just accept what comes to him. Walking into algebra room, he already felt the white boards on the 3 walls closing in on him, but then a flicking movement caught his eye.

Gon turned towards the back of the room and blue orbs drilled into honey brown and Gon didn't think he could smile so wide. Killua was waving him over, a smile on his face and a box of those chocolatey robots on his desk. Gon felt his chest fill with a light, bubbling happiness and he was practically running to his captivating friend.

"Killuuaa!" Gon wailed, and Killua's eyes widened. Killua was waving Gon over, he wanted his attention, his company! That made Gon so unbelievably happy he closed his eyes as he dove for the moonlight teen. He toppled over the top of the desk and somersaulted on the ground, landing in a heap in the back of the classroom.

Gon gave a slight groan and looked up from his upside down position on the wall to see Killua had jumped out his seat for Gon to grab at nothing. Killua was laughing that stifled twinkling laughter, holding both his mouth and stomach as he looked at Gon through squinted bright eyes. The rest of the class looked on concerned.

"Mooooah, Killua, why'd you move? I just wanted a hug…" Gon grumbled flipping over to stand up straight. That just made Killua laugh harder, but when a laughter slipped through that didn't sound so muffled, Gon noted it sounded raspy and harsh, then Killua was coughing, his head to one side modestly.

That anger flared up again but it was overwashed with concern. Gon was by Killua's side faster than he knew he could move.

"Killua, are you ok?" Gon asked worriedly, hands on his back and shoulders, not knowing how else to help. When the coughing subsided a few seconds later, Killua flailed his arms around to both dismiss Gon's concern and get his hands off him.

"I'm fine." He mouthed unconcerned. Gon swallowed a huff of anger. He must be more used to this than he thought. Who would do that to him? Was it his parents? Or whoever trained him? He wanted a word with them. Killua coolly nodded his head in the direction of the desk he was seated at and then pointed at the seat next to it. Gon happily complied. Luckily for him, Killua was already seated in the back, a seat he often preferred in math anyways.

"So, in my first period, Kurapika was there too! Did you know that you're not the only one in the school who refuses to sing with others? Well, he will sing people but they have to meet his standard… unlike you who have no exceptions." Gon said, extenuating the last word for comedic effect. Killua gave him a side smirk and Gon just remembered he probably shouldn't be trying to make Killua laugh right now. Killua was more amused that Gon was serious about talking for the both of them today. Gon noticed the half eaten box on Killua's desk again.

"Hmm?" Gon intoned, pointing at the chocolate. Killua looked down at it and gave another cat like grin in Gon's direction that Gon found himself entranced in. He picked up the box and shook a delicate finger his way then picked his pen next to his paper and quickly scribbled something in a neat catscratch.

If you wanted some, why didn't you get any for yourself? These are mine. He passed over for Gon to read. He pouted.

"Because I wanted you to be the one to give me some!" Gon exclaimed and Killua started snickering again. Gon pressed his mouth in a thin line then waved his hand vaguely.

"Alright, it's fine, I get it." He said, and Killua looked at him curiously like he was planning something else. "That's ok too. I'm just happy you really like it as much as I'd hope. It was the only reason I didn't try to accompany you home these past couple of days… I wanted it to be a surprise." Gon said and Killua looked on thoughtfully. So… he never hated him… not even that first day after gym… Killua waited for anything else Gon would say but just then the teacher came in and Killua's head cocked to one side almost involuntarily. She looked familiar.

"Hello Class! Sorry, some of you may not have met me yet. I came in from my summer engagements a bit late. I'm Bisky Krueger but please, and I do mean please call me Bisky!" She intoned, her light fluttery voice giving many students the impression she sang light pop songs. She wrote her name on the board and Gon seemed to finally click to life after remaining still for a few moments.

"WAIT! You're the teacher? You're not a student?" He asked and most of the class turned around to face him, including Bisky.

"Oh~! Well, if you're implying I look young enough to be considered one, brownie points for you~!" She squealed and the class hung their heads. They knew Gon well enough to know he doesn't know how to not speak his mind, they should have known he would say something that simple minded and straightforward. "But, no, I am a teacher, retired World Star, although I do dabble in a bit of performances, cameos, openers, and coaching (in case anyone wanted to know)" She said behind her breath in the hopes of getting hired. Gon nodded earnestly but then Killua's mouth fell open. He recognized her! She was in a picture with her mom when his mother was younger. She's ANCIENT! He would have told Gon as much if he had the voice so he could stop fanning her old ego.

"But enough about me! It's time for math! Who's excited? No one? Right? But let's get it over with, it's once a week for 50 minutes. I assume all of you have at least that much of an attention span." She turned to the board and opened the algebra book on a stand by her.


"Alright, any questions on Inequalities?" She asked, turning around to the students. Gon sweated in his seat, hoping he didn't look as dumb as he felt. He looked down at his paper seeing these upside down triangles of equations that somehow led to one x equaling a number. He could follow it until the order of operations were put into the mix. Gon mixed it up all the time. How was he suppose to know which to apply when, what to subtract where and what did the parentheses have to do with it? Gon didn't know exactly what to ask and he didn't want to hold up class just to ask her to do the whole lesson over again but slower, and even then there was no saying he was going to get it then.

He could feel his eyeballs swimming in his skull and Killua looked over only for his face to fall with concern at Gon's expression. Killua probably knew that look all too well by now. Bisky looked up at the clock to see there was still time in class.

"Alright, well if no one has any questions, let's have you guys do some practice problems." She said, turning to the book and flipping through the pages. Killua watched Gon sink in his chair slowly in the corner of his eyes as if to avoid attention or at least slip into the core of the earth where no one will ever find him again. She wrote up a couple problems, probably to take up the rest of class, and turned around.

"Let's find our first victim. This is always fun. Any volunteers?" She asked, and Killua didn't think Gon was flexible to bend that low. Her eyes roved the sea of students like a hawk and Killua clearly saw when her eyes zeroed in on Gon and he saw him flinch, and he felt himself get irritated. She opened her mouth.

"How about you, G-" She started but was cut off when Killua abruptly stood up. Gon looked over with wide eyes as Killua strode forward as did the rest of the class, including Bisky. She flapped her mouth open to speak but then he moved past her, just taking the marker out of her hand. It wasn't like Killua was a genius at math, and it was such a pain to do this in class, but he didn't like the way Gon was acting, he rather keep him from doing something that obviously made him so uncomfortable. That was what friends did, right? His hand flew across the board, working the problem out, the triangle getting smaller until it led to the answer of x. Killua turned around when he finished to seek Gon out. He was finally sitting back up in his seat, leaning forward slightly too, as if in awe and Killua found himself suddenly sheepish. It wasn't that impressive, that idiot was the one who was too stupid to know how to do inequalities. He'll have to help him later if he wanted it. Killua didn't even notice the rest of the class looking at him the same way Gon was but for different reasons. They were surprised Killua participated at all.

"W… well, thank you very much Killua. Ok then, time for the next question, er-" She said turning back to the students, but then she heard movement next to her and the class was staring to her right again. She turned to see a furiously determined look on Killua's face, working out the next two problems as well.

Like hell I'll let you call on Gon, you old hag. I'll do all the problems you throw at me, so leave him alone for now… He thought determinedly as he burned through the problems with ease. Bisky blinked as he was midway finished with the third problem before she could reboot her brain.

"HEY, WAIT A SECOND KILLUA!" She cried out, yanking the marker out of his hand. "Let the other students have a chance to practice." With his hands free, Killua signed at her in a fluid motion, Let them practice in the text book! She looked up to meet his eyes when she finished interpreting the sign and he looked back down at her challengingly when the bell rang. Everyone jumped out their seats, eager to leave the black mathic room, while Killua finally eased out of his defensive stance and broke contact first. He started moving back to his seat while Bisky helplessly sighed. Class was over, there was no reason for fighting it anymore, what's over is done with. Gon was standing by his desk, his bookbag over his shoulder and Killua's in his hand, and that awed impression glued on his face as he followed Killua's movements. Killua gave him a small smile. At least he didn't have to explain himself to Gon, he's pretty sure he'd die of embarrassment! He pulled his bookbag into his shoulder as Gon finally came back to life.

"Killua, that was amazing! You're so smart and amazing, and you looked so cool up there, like-mh!" Killua first placed both hands over Gon's mouth at a loss of what to do to make him stop, his body pleasantly buzzing and his face on fire from his spew, then remembering what he told Zushi, he removed his hand and flicked Gon's forehead.

"Ooow! Killua, you're gonna condition me that way." Killua smirked, able to regain control of his blood pressure again, and nodded as though to say That's the idea, Gon chuckled. "It won't stop me from thinking it, Killua! How cool and confident you were and the way- awh!" Another flick as they walked forward.

"Killua." Bisky said, waving him over. Killua sighed and reluctantly turned away from Gon who was busy nursing his forehead at the time. "You should be the tutor for algebra. Plus I think with the incentive of having you teach, more students would actually show up and learn something." Gon looked over curiously. He imagined Killua teaching him, but somehow could only think about how many more flicks and bruises he'd obtain in one session. He stifled laughter at the thought of it. Killua just shrugged noncommittally then waved her off. Bisky huffed.

"Think about it!" She called out as Killua inclined his head at Gon for them to go. Gon followed Killua all the while chatting his ear off, carrying the conversation for the both of them. Gon turned to move one way and noticed Killua was about to move the other. They both halted and turned back questioningly.

"I need to go to my locker." Gon said. Killua let his head loll around then zipped his bookbag slightly open to show the multiple books inside. He already had his books for all his classes until lunch.

"Oh… that's smarter…" Gon chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. Killua huffed and looked down at his nonexistent watch before moving to follow Gon. Gon lit up brightly.

"Yay!" He squealed, grabbing Killua's hand and practically skipping down the hall, meriting the attention of everyone in the hallway at present. Gon couldn't care much at the time, he felt way too happy because after everything that happened today, he is certain, 100% that Killua was his friend, and it was SO COOL and WAY MUCH MORE COOLER than he EVER imagined being friends with Killua, it was like being shot over the moon while being presented the best gift he could imagine, Gon didn't know, World Peace or something. Gon was shocked when Killua dug both heels into the ground after a little hop to stop them, effectively pulling his hand free at the same time. Gon whirled around confused and slightly upset at the lack of his warmth in his hand but in one fluid motion he also positioned himself in front of Killua's prepped fingers, a flick launched as soon as Gon rested. He thinks it was the hardest all day. He leapt back howling.

"OOOOW, Killuuuaaaa!" He groaned, his voice reaching a higher pitch. Killua shrugged, rather having this attention then the other embarrassing attention Gon brought about him. He still had a reputation he didn't have plans on ruining yet. Gon followed after him. "You're mean!" Gon huffed, but realized Killua probably did something necessary, Gon was way too happy at the idea of Killua wanting his company. Was it even that natural to feel that way about gaining a friend? Maybe it was just because it was more difficult to befriend this one friend, or he was still so star struck, it was too good to believe Killua was his!

Gon felt his cheeks heat up a bit. Not his, his friend. Yea. Gon stopped in front of his locker while Killua leaned against the lockers facing the hall with a bored expression. Gon couldn't stop the wide smile on his face even if he tried. That was Killua. Next to him, waiting for him. Because they were friends. Gon tried to keep up the conversation for both of them but sometimes he just got too lost in thought about Killua even though he was right there in front of him. Gon wasn't used to being so dazed out when he had someone to entertain right in front of him, but at the same time it made sense? Well, Killua was right there providing thought-fodder. His eyes and Gon trying to count how many shades of blue he could name in them and how many times they changed in the light. The fluffy hair he compares to a lot of things, clouds, marshmallows, bunnies, kittens, the starlight, the moon's grace- then Killua was snapping in his face again.

"Sorry, sorry, what was I talking about again?" Gon asked. Killua craned his neck forward and squinted, inquiring to Gon what that was about. "Sorry, Killua! You're just… so distracting…" Gon admitted and Gon only saw Killua's face flush slightly before he got another flick on his head. Gon groans, and rubs his head. "That's not fair Killua! What you think is embarrassing and what I think is embarrassing are two different things! How am I supposed to know what not to say? I was just telling you the truth this time." Gon said, his tone lowering in dejection. Killua gave him a thoroughly thoughtful look then reached out at the one spot he kept flicking at all day. Gon flinched, half expecting another flick, and that caused Killua to hesitate a moment, but then reached out completely and rubbed at it almost apologetically. Gon's smile came back as wide as possible and Killua's grimace came back two fold. He's starting to think Gon actually didn't have any shame. He lifted his eyes up to the ceiling as the minute bell rang. Gon didn't even know they stayed by the locker and chatted like normal high school kids.

"Ooohhh, that's class…" Gon muttered sadly and Killua offered a smile and nudged him with his elbow as though to cheer him up. Gon nodded back and started off with Killua to class, although at the pace they were moving, they were both probably gonna be late. That's fine with Gon, it's not like he wasn't late before in his old high school.


Gon had Reading after he parted with Killua, and the teacher was none too thrilled that Gon had come in late, but all he could do was offer his best stage ready smile that had all the girls and some of the boys swooning in his charm and the teacher let him off with a warning. He sat next to Zushi who questioned him about the darkening mark in the middle of his forehead that he waved off ("It doesn't even hurt" Gon assured), and as much as he wanted to chat with his friend Zushi who he barely had classes with, the class was so boring that Gon ended up sleeping through it. Zushi woke him, saying he let him sleep cause they weren't going over anything important anyways and there was no homework, then they walked to lunch together.

Gon sighed after he scanned the lunchroom and failed to see Killua around anywhere. He was kinda hoping the same way that since it was an academic day, he might join the rest of the school in the cafeteria.

"What's wrong?" Zushi asked, taking note of Gon's sigh.

"Huh? Oh nothing, it was just a yawn." Gon fibbed, waving his hand dismissively. Although, in the back of his mind, he didn't know why he felt he had to lie that he didn't see Killua, he normally told Zushi about that stuff anyway. He pointed to Pokkle and Ponzu's table. "Since I already have my lunch, I'm going to go sit over down. See you when you get lunch." Zushi nodded in agreement and waved off. As Gon walked, he wondered if he lied because he didn't want to seem like he was obsessing over Killua. He didn't want to seem like the rabid fans that follow the Zoldycks around when they can, but to be someone who sincerely likes Killua for Killua. He shook the thoughts away, concluding he probably won't be able to find an answer with just a few superficial thoughts, and sat at the table.

"Wow~ Let's see what Gon's bento looks like today!" Pokkle chuckled, leaning over the table to see Gon's food. Gon smiled widely at him.

"I don't know why you're so impressed, it's just a lunch box with dividers! Basically…" Gon said, lifting the box top off. Neatly packed rice balls were layered in the largest pocket, fruit were in the top left pocket, cubed jello in the top right.

"Yea, but it's always so pretty! Why are things from Japan so elegant?" Ponzu mourned, holding her phone over the box and snapping a picture.

"Hey, I didn't say you could take a picture!" Gon cried out with a false sense of wronging. She waved him off.

"Oh please, it's not like I'm gonna post it… y'know, saying that it's yours- c'mon, this will look so cute on my page! I need more followers anyway…" She said. Gon huffed with playfulness exasperation then, "Alright." She squealed her appreciation. Pokkle looked on questioningly while Gon picked up one of the rice balls with his hands and stuffed one in his mouth. Only when he had his mouth full and occupied with chewing did Gon notice his look.

"Wah?" He spoke around the mush.

"Well, where are your chopsticks? Don't you use those? Or am I just being racist?" Pokkle asked, quickly covering his possible rudeness with rushed words towards the end. Gon held a hand up to mouth to stop his laughter and swallowed the mass in his mouth to speak properly.

"No!" Gon chuckled. "It's common to use chopsticks in Japan, but we're not there, I'm probably more used to using knife and fork anyway." Gon explained just as Zushi came and sat down.

"Oh, so you do know how to use them though?" Ponzu said coming back in the conversation after looking up from her phone. Gon nodded and Pokkle leaned forward more interested.

"Teach me!"

"Me too!" Ponzu squealed. "I always wanted to learn! It looks so cool!" She said.

"What are they talking about?" Zushi asked, popping one chicken nugget in his mouth.

"Chopsticks. But guys, I don't even have any!" Gon exclaimed, holding his hands out helplessly.

"Ah! I wanna learn too!" Zushi exclaimed, and Gon laughed, cradling his head in his hands.

"Guys, how can I teach you without the sticks?" He asked. Pokkle looked around his plate of food as though looking for misplaced chopsticks and Ponzu bent down into her bookbag.

"Here!" She said, passing out small metallic and colorful sticks. Everyone cocked their heads questioningly at her.

"What are these?" Pokkle asked, looking at her like she was passing out shrunken heads.

"Oooh~ They're crochette sticks! I crochet in my free time." She explained, pinching two together sloppily in practice. "And I have multiple colors for the mood I'm in and in case anyone wants to join me." Pokkle stared at her for a beat then frowned.

"You never asked me to join you." He said almost with a pout. She rolled her eyes.

"Cause I know you never would have! Especially not in front of your friends in the a cappella group, you'd say it's too girly!" Pokkle huffed and crossed his arms.

"That doesn't mean you didn't have to ask me." He mumbled.

"Oh, you're always like this-" She started but then Gon pinched his chopsticks and interrupted with a nervous chuckle.

"Ahaha...ha, sorry, is it ok we get food on it anyways?" He asked and their attentions was back on him. They both flushed when they realized they were acting inappropriate for the environment they were in.

"Sorry, erm, yea, it's why I got the good metal ones, they'll be easy to clean off." She said, a soft smile sent his way to silently assure him they were fine. Gon nodded at both the silent and spoken statements.

"That's actually why it's better to get metal chopsticks if you're serious about eating with them." Gon said and used his other hand to orient his chopsticks properly in his dominant hand. "So you wanna hold the first one like a pencil…" Gon said, pointing at the one between the base of his thumb and middle finger.

"Wait, you hold your pencil like that? I hold it with my pointer!" Pokkle cried, trying to mirror Gon. "You also have it in the wrong hand." Zushi commented, pointing at his left hand. "Unless you're left handed?" He chuckled as Pokkle blushed from the comment.

"I'm ambidextrous…" He muttered, stubbornly trying to fix it in his left hand.

"No, you're not!" Ponzu said in his ear, then turned to the snickering others, "No, he's not, he likes to pretend he is, but he doesn't even practice often." She said then turned back to Pokkle as they laughed, "Just switch hands." She reprimanded, Pokkle let out a giant sigh but did what he was told and Ponzu smiled satisfied.

"Ok, this one shouldn't move so you should stiffen up your hand. I'm sure you can become more laxed when you're more used to it, then…" Gon said, but then he felt a pressure on his shoulder, fleeting but heavy with intent. Gon turned his head over the shoulder that was pressed upon and felt his jaw drop slightly at the receding figure.

Killua was slightly bent over with the act of turning around to wave attractively, a paper cup with a tea bag in one hand, and an endearing smile on his face. Directed at Gon. He took the little detour to Gon's table to say hi. Killua's attention on him even as everyone in the cafeteria couldn't seem to look at anyone else but Killua. But he was looking at Gon.

Gon felt himself get giddy on some sort of euphoria as his smile broadened even though Killua had long turned his back to him and was already on his way out the cafeteria double doors.

"Gon? You ok?" Zushi asked, a little teasing note in his tone. Gon blinked and shook his head as though to bring himself out of a trance.

"Yea.." Gon said, though it came out more breathless than he was aiming for. "Yea, I'm fine… Where was I?" He said, gaining more control over his voice. He could still feel his shoulder tingling where Killua had touched him, like he was still there ghosting by him. His smile widened without any prompting, feeling happy at the notion (once again!) that Killua was his friend.

Illumi watched his baby brother leave the cafeteria and returned his gaze (with quiet anger running deep behind his black eyes) to Gon who had returned his attention to his friends.

"See, this is why that guy has got to go. Killu didn't even say hi to me."

Hisoka rolled his eyes and went back to entertaining his fans with card tricks.


"Ahh, what kind of planning is this?" Gon cried, looking down at his schedule. "Why would they put cooking class after lunch?" Gon turned to Zushi who was walking at his side.

"Well, technically that's not the only cooking class offered, you can request they change the schedule." Zushi said, pointing at it. "But if I remember correctly from this morning… Don't you share that class with Killua?" As he reached the end of his sentence, it took on that same teasing tone from the cafeteria. Gon blinked and stopped in his tracks.

"You're right!" Gon cried. "Thanks Zushi, I have to go and see if he'd already there, see you tomorrow!" Gon said, pulling Zushi into a side hug and zipping down the hall.

"Other way!" Zushi cried and soon Gon whizzed by.

"Thanks! Bye!" He cried over his shoulder.

"Bye!" He sighed. "I wonder if he even knows…?" He muttered to himself.

As the assigned cooking room speedily approached, Gon checked himself and realized he was running, so he slowed down to a stop before reaching the room. He let a breath out, trying to channel some of that chill Killua has all the time to at least appear slightly normal, like he wasn't winded running to a class just to see someone.

He opened the door and pouted when he didn't see Killua at first. Looking up front, he saw Wing, as messy as always, writing what looked like instructions on the board from a book. Gon let himself in completely to examine the room. There were 4 cooking benches that seated 2 each, the benches supplied with a sink, small stove tops to either side, and a small oven underneath.

Gon observed most students had taken a bench that didn't already have a person seated. Gon furrowed his eyebrows. They should be sitting with each other, not acting like antisocial idols. Gon wanted to address everyone at once, and trying to think of an efficient and appropriate way to do this, he placed a hand on his chin and closed his eyes in deep thought for a song to sing. In his old school, he often sang out in hallways, classrooms, and for jokes, but others thought it was annoying and inappropriate, but now here in this music inclined school, it would surely be normal for people to be singing throughout the halls, right? Go down one hall and might be held up or late to class because there was a giant song demonstration or flash dance? Gon could have laughed at the thought, and hoped if the school wasn't already like that, he could make it like that.

Slightly shaking his head in thought to get back on track, not noticing how Wing was staring at him weirdly from behind since he was just standing in the front of class with eyes closed and a troubled expression, the other students carrying on, much too used to Gon's behavior already. Gon almost thought he had a song in mind and opened his eyes to get a feel for the atmosphere to see if it could be sung at the moment and nearly jumped out of his skin when Killua was standing in front of him, studying his face curiously. He cocked his head to one side with slightly squinted eyes.

What are you doing? His body language spoke.

"KILLUA!" Gon cried with joy and gathered Killua in his arms for a hug, his vaporub scented thing filling his nose pleasantly. A surprised squawk escaped Killua and Gon noted the voice that escaped didn't sound as harsh as that morning and he didn't slip into coughs, so that was a good sign.

He was recovering… Gon noted with relief, but then a hand was pressed against his face and he was being pried off Killua's lithe body.

"Moooah~" Gon moaned as Killua successfully pried him off like Velcro, Gon's displeased face being distorted in a smush. Gon relented and stepped back from the teen with a playfully annoyed look. "Sorry, I was happy and surprised to see you!" Gon said, Killua nodding numbly to show he was listening. "Like at lunch!" Gon said, lighting up as he remembered that small trifle, "I was completely surprised! I didn't expect you to come greet me! Did you enjoy your tea?" Gon said after Killua's eyes widened slightly at that. He let his eyelids droop back to it's normal casual height before rolling his eyes. He wondered why Gon would be so surprised he greeted him at lunch, they were friends now, weren't they? Unable to say anything, he just nodded at his last question. He touched his throat and gave a thumbs up.

It really helped my throat.

Gon smiled brightly, and forgetting the issue of everyone sitting apart, took Killua's hand to claim a bench for themselves. As Gon turned them towards the seats, Killua took in how everyone had their attention on them (well, more like Gon, but he was an extension of that since he was interacting with him), and most of them had supporting, amused, or affectionate smiles. Others had teasing smiles. Killua flushed before covering his face with his free hand, allowing Gon to drag him to a bench, trusting he won't lead him to anything that would trip him (and embarrass him further).

"This bench good?" Gon said, turning to Killua only to see he had his face covered. Killua removed his hand with a drag once Gon addressed him and pointedly ignored his confused stare. He saw Gon picked the bench behind the one right in front, and he didn't mind it, it wasn't front row, close to the door, whatever. Killua nodded, his hair bouncing with the motion and Gon raised his hand to pet it, an amused and distracted smile on his face, but Killua slapped it away, almost like it was reflex. Killua looked half surprised he did it himself but he also looked at Gon accusingly for even trying.

"Sorry! It's really fluffy! Should I ask first? Can I touch your hair?" Gon felt his hand tingle thinking about touching Killua's starlight hair. What did it feel like? Like magic? Mist? Fluffy or silky? His thoughts were derailed as Killua shook his head no, a small smile on his face, like Gon told a joke with a punchline that wasn't that funny.

"Awwww! Killuaaa!" Gon whined, his voice going higher in his childish complaint. Killua rolled his eyes so he didn't give in. He choose one of the two seats to sit in to continue ignoring Gon's tantrum, the one closest to the middle aisle of the classroom.

Gon pouted and took the other seat once he realized Killua wasn't going to give. He placed his hands on his cheeks to prop his head up and idly wondered why he was so upset. Killua makes him so weird… like stupid but times two, he can't even think properly sometimes. Gon sighed and almost forgot Killua was next to him since he didn't speak then remembered he needed to be talking for both of them.

"So, Killua, I never got a chance to tell you but remember when I went to my class after algebra? It was reading class! I ended up falling asleep! I would've been embarrassed but I don't think anyone noticed." Gon said, and watched with a happiness rooted deep in his chest as Killua place a slender hand over his mouth and stiffly chuckled at Gon. It was like someone was grabbing his lungs and squeezing them, making it harder for Gon to breath.

That's so you… Killua thought.

"Ya, Zushi said-" Gon continued, encouraged by the entertained Killua, but the class bell rang and Wing started.

"Alright class, welcome to cooking."

"I don't know why they let you do cooking!" Someone from the back yelled out and Wing opened his narrow eyes back there in irritation.

"I'll have you know that despite my…" He self consciously tried to tuck his shirt tail in discreetly before he continued. "Looks, I am an excellent cook. I cook for my family everyday."

"It's not take out?" Someone else joked and the class let out quiet laughter. Wing gestured for the class to quiet down with an exasperated but light expression.

"Alright, alright, I understand, but please properly assess my skills before you decide I am unsuited to be your teacher." There was outcry of distress.

"No, Wing!"

"We didn't mean it like that!"

"We want you to be our teacher!"

"We were just joking!"

Wing signalled for quiet again although a small smile was present. "I understand. Well, let's all hope we can all learn well enough today. As you can see we'll be making…" He turned his profile to the class to motion to the board. "Cookies." He said in chorus with the class. They cheered.

Gon felt a squeezing pressure on his jacketed arm and turned to look at Killua who looked so excited, it was adorable. Killua turned his excited gaze from the board to Gon, his eyes sparkling and dancing, unspeaking. Gon chuckled.

"So you really like sweets, huh?" He asked and Killua seemed to finally register how excited he was acting and leaned back cooly, although that happy smile never left. He nodded, a fox like smile gracing his features and Gon nodded determinedly.

"Then we definitely have to make the best cookies today!" Gon fisted his hands. Wing signalled for quiet again with a conductor's flourish, successfully getting them to hush at once. Gon couldn't help but admire the professionalism everyone at the school harbored.

"I just wanted to clarify for everyone since this class is an after lunch class, we won't be making full meals lest you can't finish it or take it home, so it will be mostly small desserts and appetizers." Killua's fist darted out and punched Gon's shoulder in excitement. He faced him again.

Did you hear that!? His face portrayed. Gon winced as he rubbed his shoulder but nodded with a smile. Something told him they were both gonna love this class if Gon got to see this side of his friend all the time.


Killua punched Gon's arm again.

"Ow! Killua, I'm following the instructions on the board!" He said then moved to add the baking soda again. Killua's movements were quick and nimble, grabbing Gon's carefully pinched fingers and bending it back towards the back of his palm, the baking soda spilling out to the counter.

"Ah! Ah-ah, Uncle!" Gon cried as his fingers were bent backwards unnaturally. Killua let go and swiftly grabbed the measuring spoon Gon was planning on using and placed it pointedly in front of Gon's face.

"What? It says tablespoon!" He cried, and Killua lowered it, pointing to the board. Gon squinted questioningly. His mouth formed a perfect 'o' and slowly turned to face Killua again. He smiled sheepishly. "Ooohaha, it's suppose to be a teaspoon." He chuckled. Killua nodded and took the proper spoon, scooping out the baking soda himself.

"Thank Killua!" Gon said, trying to be appeasing. Killua waved him off as he continued. They mixed it, some spilling out, some flour dusting their faces and clothes, Killua stealing tastes of the batter and then it was time to add the chocolate chips. Killua smiled mischievously and pulled out a bag of chocolate chips. Gon nodded.

"One bag of chocolate chips." He reported from the board. "Go ahead. I'll mix." Gon said, positioning the bowl. Killua pulled out the tab, his fingers slipping and the bag stubbornly remained closed and he made to pull it open with his teeth when Gon held up his hand.

"It's ok, Killua, I got this." Gon said taking the crumpled bag, missing Killua's conniving smile. Gon opened the bag pretty easily and idly wondered why Killua was having so much trouble then proceeded to pour the contents into the bag. He was about to pick up the spoon to mix when pale hands entered his line of sight pouring a whole nother bag of chocolate chips. The contents were poured while Gon was still in shock then the bowl was whipped out his hands.

"AH! Killua!" Gon tried, reaching to take the bowl back, but Killua waved his arms around, fending off Gon's attempts to retrieve the bowl. Gon huffed with fists at his side as Killua quickly worked to incorporate every chocolate chip even though it looked like a mess of brown bumps. "Killua, that's way too much chocolate! That's twice the instructed amount of chocolate! Will that even bake properly?!" Gon asked, trying and failing to get the bowl again as Killua ducked this way and that before simply sticking his foot onto Gon's chest from his seated position on the bench to keep him away. Killua shrugged.

How can you go wrong with chocolate? Killua thought as he finally got it all mixed. It did look pretty sad, the ratio of dough to chocolate chips were skewed immensely, and he vaguely equivalated this to just placing chocolate chips to bake by themselves, but decided what was done was done. And these were gonna be boss chocolate chip cookies.

"What this?" Wing asked from over Killua's shoulder and Killua looked up with innocent eyes as Gon looked like Calvary finally arrived.

"Killua added way too many chocolate chips!" Gon cried out and Killua whipped his head toward him. Tattletale, He thought with his mouth in a moue. Wing tsked at the sight but Killua possessively kept it tucked under his arm as if daring anyone to try and dump it out because it's 'ruined.' Like chocolate can ruin anything. If anything, you couldn't add enough chocolate! Wing looked to the others in class, already starting to scoop out their finished batters to bake.

"Well… try to bake it anyway. We'll see how it comes out." Wing says and Killua grins while Gon shrugged in resignation. "But! Make sure to keep an eye on it. It won't have as much batter to bake in the oven so it might finish faster." Gon and Killua nodded and Killua stood up to prep the batter. Wing, satisfied enough, goes to survey the rest of class.


Killua walked out the class stuffing another chocolate mess into his face. Gon shook his head with a slightly unbelieving expression. He didn't know Killua liked chocolate this much, it seemed unhealthy. Killua eyed him with slightly puffed cheeks from his full mouth and cocked his head to one side questioningly. Gon shook his hands in front of him.

"No, no, nothing! So you like the cookies we made?" Killua smiled widely having finished off what was in his mouth and nodded. Gon smiled warmly, causing Killua's smile to falter.

"I'm glad…" Gon murmured and looked up as though just realizing where they were. "Aw… oh no, we don't have the next class together, do we?" He asked. Killua wiped off the crumbs from his cheeks with his sleeve while his other hand reached into his back pocket. He held it out for Gon and pointed at the last class. Gon gasped happily.

"YAY, we have free period together!" Gon cheered, taking Killua's hands in celebration. Killua's smile cracked to one side as he flushed in embarrassment, those passing in the hall staring now. He whipped his hands out of Gon's hold and hit Gon on the arm.

"Ow, what?" He asked. Killua rolled his eyes then flicked him on the forehead again, although he was trying not to in the first place. "Ow…! Embarrassed?" He asked for confirmation. Killua crossed his arms, hips jutted out slightly to one side, and nodded. Gon pouted.

Killua was really cool, but really mean. And also was embarrassed easily for someone who was going to be a World Star and be subjected to paparazzi scrutinization. Gon nodded nonetheless.

"Ok, ok, but…" Gon said, his smile returning brightly. "I'll see you after class!" He squealed as he ran off down the hall and Killua covered his face as people at first stared off after him then to where he came from, Killua still standing there.

Everywhere he goes, he just brings about attention.

I sure can pick 'em… Killua thought, shoving his hands in his pockets and walking the other way, determined to act as though nothing happened. But I suppose… it was more like he chose me. Killua let a small smile grace his features as he remembered first meeting Gon. He held in a laugh at how Gon acted for his attention. Ya, he chose me.


Gon barely paid attention in his science class. They were just going over science safety rules and when you go over it once, you go over it a million times. He was more curious what Killua was doing then, what class he had, if he was having fun or was bored like him. The class let out and Gon followed his schedule's room number for study hall/free period to the library. He entered and saw Killua was already there with feet up on one of the library's many study tables.

"Killua-!" Gon began in a loud voice as he surged forward when a chorus of "Ssshhhh!" quieted him. Gon took in the fact that the room was also filled with other students that had free period and an old looking lady was standing near the edge of where the tables began. Gon pressed his lips together in remorse then did a couple quick shallow bows in succession to apologize.

"Sorry, sorry…" He said quietly. He turned back to Killua who was pressing his own lips together in an attempt not to laugh. Gon furrowed his brows playfully in Killua's direction.

"You're so mean!" Gon whispered, sitting close to Killua so he hears. Or maybe he just wants to be close. Killua shrugged and he held up his finger when Gon tried to say something else, probably ready with conversation that he's been supplying all day. Killua looks up as the bell for class rang muted throughout the library, Gon still looking at Killua curiously, then pointed to the front where the old lady was.

"Now class…" She said in a wobbly voice like she could keel over in death at any moment. "This is free period. You should use it to study, but you can go anywhere. Don't bother any other class, but I can't stop you from going home early either." She said and most of the class pumped their fists happily but quietly celebrating. "Go on." She said after a pause, then Killua finally turned his head back to Gon and inclined it for him to finally go ahead. Gon smiled widely.

"Let's go!" He said, gripping Killua's wrist and yanking on him as he made his way to the exit, Killua almost stumbling to his feet to follow, both ignoring the "Shhhh"s that followed them out at Gon's outburst.

Killua was going to have to get Gon's attention if he tried to bring him out of school. But he soon saw he didn't have to worry about it as Gon led him further into the school instead, towards the cafeteria. Gon went out a couple side doors and led him to the outside eating area, stone circular tables underneath the shade of the trees. It looked serene and private in the afternoon light with the sun streaming in through tree leaves, landing on stone tables like art. Killua felt a sigh escape his parted lips in awe, never having seen such a pretty scene, having escaped to the roof for lunch since his first year here.

"There! It's nice and quiet and private out here." Gon said, breaking the silence, although it wasn't annoying.

Killua kneeled over slightly as a blush fell over his face. Doesn't Gon ever listens to himself speak? That sounded too suggestive. Killua already knew he liked listening to Gon's voice, his tone of voice rumbling his chest soothingly, and since that range class, he imaged singing with it, how they'd sound, so of course if it's Gon breaking the silence, Killua would never mind it. Killua would even want to try and sing with him now while they were in private if it weren't for his throat. But he has to do something about Gon's blunt way of speaking.

He whipped up to see Gon still standing, his arms out to the side as though presenting the tables like a work of art he made, so he strode forward and flicked Gon on the head.

"Ow! Embarrassing? But what'd I say?" Gon asked, rubbing his forehead. Killua let out a breath to let out the heat that gathered in his head then sat calmly at the table. Gon huffed but decided to drop it as well.

"I'm so happy! Today wasn't so bad!" Gon said, starting up his one sided conversation with Killua as he's been the whole day. It made Killua feel like some sort of diary but it also helped Killua feel closer to Gon, like he was trusted with his most inner feelings or something, like a real friend.

"I was really scared I would have a bad day just because it was academic. But I suppose at least for the first day I shouldn't have been scared." Gon said, twiddling with his fingers. Killua eyed the action slightly annoyed, finding the tick unnecessary. What was the point, worrying his fingers like that wouldn't accomplish anything. Maybe it was a bit unfair, since he was trained not to have bad habits, telling tics or nervous pattern, but inadvertently, they taught him how to hate it in general, even if it was other people's.

"Today was easy and I got to-" Gon had continued but trailed off when Killua touched his hands to stop the fidgeting. Gon looked over at Killua and Killua removed his hands while simultaneously turning his head away from Gon. Gon smiled warmly but had become aware of his unconscious fidgeting when Killua stopped it. He put his hands in his lap instead. "I got to hang out with Killua alot, so I was happy. I'm happy right now, sitting next to Killua…" Gon said, and he watched the tips of Killua's ears turn pink from his face away from Gon. It made Gon excited for some reason, having that effect on him, so he continued, "He was so cool in algebra when he-!" He tried but then Killua couldn't stand it anymore. Gon's mouth was covered and was left staring at the top of Killua's head as Killua looked down at the seat between them.

Killua let out a breath to regain control of his flaring embarrassment. Was Gon doing this on purpose? Was he teasing him? Thinking back to the last couple days and how he acted even before Killua allowed him around himself made him think… this was how Gon was. Killua wasn't sure he could handle all that attention and praise. Perhaps being around his critical family made him feel inadequate and hearing these praises from someone he considered an equal (he wanted to sing with him for pete sake!) made him feel too light headed. Gon needed to stop.

Killua peaked up once he's sure his face isn't red and sees Gon just waiting patiently for Killua to do… something. Killua experimentally released his hands from Gon's mouth only to see a smile underneath.

"Sorry, I know. I'll try harder not to embarrass you. I think. I still don't know what you consider embarrassing. I just say how I feel!" Gon expressed. Killua shrugged, schooling his expression into a neutral one. He'll keep this one so Gon won't have to feel so bad anymore.

I'll endure it…! Killua gritted his jaw closed in determination. I said I can… so I will! Killua swears he'll just let Gon talk… just be with him.

"Ok, well… then I won't talk about today! I'll talk about the days past." Gon nodded, determining that was safe enough. He almost started excitedly spilling out how pretty Killua looked when he first walked into class then remembered, nothing embarrassing! He swallowed the gasp that almost came to start it off and smiled instead to give himself more time to think of the other parts of his day. "Well… I'm really happy I was able to come here! I think I have to thank Netero for that." Gon started and Killua looked at him surprised. "I was able to eat lunch with him one time. He said he's the reason I was able to enter so quickly with no try out and a second year too! I'm really grateful to him. And we didn't have to pay! I'm happy because my aunt Mito works really hard to pay for everything, the bills, the grocery, the apartment… I think she feel bad that I have to grow up with little but I think it's fine! I'm with her and we have each other and that's enough. But because of Netero, I was able to come here on whatever scholarship or whatever he has down on my file for me to come here free. I was ready to make my dream of World Star come true no matter what, though. Even if I couldn't come here to study." Gon said, and Killua nodded numbly while gazing out at the table, telling Gon he was still listening.

"And I met so many kind and nice people! Like you Killua! Though… not at first… But obviously you came around. Zushi and his father are nice and oh! All the teachers are great and amazing! They know so much, they say things all the time that I didn't know before! And all the students, they're amazing too! They know so much, like how to harmonize and sing, and they look like they can follow most of what Knov says when he starts talking with those big words…" Gon said and Killua rubbed one of Gon's shoulders while nodding to reassure, yes, I'm still listening.

"Yea, the students are so amazing. They sing great, and they're talented. I saw that much from Mr. Kastro's class… when those boys performed, right? They had so many people screaming for them, and they were other students too!" Gon said, and Gon felt Killua tensed slightly at the mention of those brothers, Gon feeling it in Killua's firm grip on his shoulder.

"Yea, that bet…" Gon felt the anxiety come back gnawing at his insides, the feeling he was keeping at bay so well for the past day. "I'm sure I'll be fine…" He said, a light chuckle that did nothing to assure Killua he was fine. He turned cobalt blue eyes on Gon, but Gon kept his eyes on the table, unseeing. "Zushi said those other students work really hard to win those things. That some might even get angry that I bet my attendance at this school to win. They might even think that either I think so little of my opportunity at this school that I don't care to bet it off or that I'm so cocky I can win a talent expo they have spent weeks, months, investing in… That's not it, I think I just didn't know… Mito says often that I bite off more than I can chew, get way in over my head in a lot of situations." Gon gave another anxiety driven laugh and it almost sounds hysterical even though he tried to make it light and airy. Killua tried to give what he hoped was a reassuring squeeze to his upper arm.

"But it's ok, I'll train hard! I'll make a song and I'll block out a routine and do my best because I've always been able to make it out some how…" He stopped in his speech and dazes out, as though thinking of all the other times in his life he's made it through something through willpower alone. Killua placed his head on Gon's shoulder, reminding him he wasn't alone, that he wasn't just talking to the air, Killua was still listening, yes, I'm still listening.

Gon snorted to stop another laugh.

"I don't want to leave the school…" He let out in a voice that makes Killua think Gon is crying. He peeked up but only saw determined eyes. "Killua…" Gon murmured and Killua sat up, slightly leaning forward to meet his eyes, but Gon still just looks forward. "I'm worried… I didn't mean to upset anyone. I just wanted to sing. I don't want to leave the school. I just want to sing. I've met so many people and learned so much just from 2 days, I don't want to leave, I wanna sing… I'm not sure I can do it… I'm worried… Killua…" Gon trialed off and Killua placed his head on his shoulder again, squeezing his arm. You're feelings are being received. I think I get it… Yes, I'm still listening. "Killua's a good listener!" Gon said, trying to be happier again, but Killua could still hear the sadness in the back of his voice. Killua cocked an eyebrow although Gon can't see it.

I can't exactly speak. Killua thinks to himself, and wondered if Gon would still think if he's a good listener if he could speak.

"I'll talk about the future next." Gon said, and Killua can pick up his slight need to get out of his own made funk. Or maybe it was something he didn't sort out until now as he spoke. "I can't wait to find out everything about singing in class for the year! And everyday after school, I'll work on an original song and make a dance and practice it everyday until I can do it in my sleep." Gon said, raising his fist on the arm Killua didn't have his head on. Killua carefully listened to Gon's worries and hopes that he seems to bury behind happiness.

Yea, Gon… I'm still listening.

Killua closed his eyes as Gon spouts anything funny, happy and bright to get back to normality.


The final bell rings and children spill out the Academy like it was on fire. Gon accompanied Killua back inside, Killua with a soft smile on his face. Gon successfully talked himself back to his old self again, having started talking about the project he needed to work on with Melody.

"We're gonna make her look and sound so good, Kurapika won't help but want to know her. That's phase three of my plan. By the way there are 4 phases." Gon chuckled back at Killua and Killua bows his head slightly in acknowledgment, a small smile on his face.

"Oh, and Killua, are you sure you don't want to help me practice for the winter showcase?" Killua was shaking his head no before Gon even finished his sentence. This dumb butt, this was his own mess, his stupid bet he placed himself in stupidly. This had nothing to do with him and Gon had to figure this out himself. Killua thinks Gon could do it, it shouldn't be that hard to beat these amateurs, especially since Gon is someone Killua considers good enough to sing with. Gon pouted.

"Ok, ok…" He gave in. "Are you going home now?" He asked. Killua shook his head and pointed off down a hallway. Gon didn't know what he was going to do but he answered his initial question. "Ok. I'm heading to Netero! See you tomorrow, Killua!" He cheered and ran off and Killua blinked before rolling his eyes and heading down a hall, raising his metal alloy headphones up to play his music. He was still surprised he knew Netero personally. Gon knew some right people in high places.

~I lost my heart inside a dream

Of diamond rings and finer things

We never die, forever young

Fell for you once, I'll dive again

Through heaven, hell, against the wind

We love like simple people do…

He'll do well, and Killua suddenly felt pride, like Yes, that one there, the one who's going places? That's my friend. He picked me. Killua snorted at how pathetic he sounded and how disappointed Illumi would be, but whatever, he doesn't care about what that last-piece-of-end-bread thinks. He's happy with Gon, that bright, sun-kissed child, and he was going to sing with him cause he wanted to (something that hasn't happened in a long time) and he was going to make sure Gon stays happy.

~Oh every night I close my eyes

I see the sun and you're my paradise

And when you're lost and go too far

I'll be the light you run to in the dark

I'll be the light you run to in the dark…

Gon knocks on Netero's door after having bypassed Cheatle first.

"Come in!" Netero calls out from inside. Gon smiles as he opens the door. He hesitates at seeing the old man had company. They had suits on and clutching papers as though they were frustrated… and somehow Gon believed they were and it was the man behind the desk's fault.

"Oh! Gon! C'min, C'min, sit anywhere, sit… Er, guys, could you maybe…?" He said, waving his hands at them to move aside.

"But sir, the meeting! We still need to discuss the budget for the concert…!" One guy strained out, probably done with dealing with Netero's foolishness.

"Oh, that's so boring, we can talk about that later. We made good progress today. You can go." Netero nodded, and made for them to leave. They huffed, muttering under their breaths as they left as one corporate mass. Gon blinked as they made their way out, feeling slightly guilty and apologetic on Netero's behalf.

"Did I interrupt something important….?" Gon chuckled as he sat down in one of the seats those other suited fellows were too tight to sit in.

"No, no, no… this city," He sighs, "They think everything should be planned down to a tee before anything even happens? Where's the fun in that? It's boring to do when you want to be loose and enjoyable before a performance. They suck the enjoyment out of being a performer. They need a little… joshing. So what brings you here Gon?" He asked. Gon lit up with a determined glint in his eyes as he remembered himself.

"Netero… what secret criteria is there to graduating the second year?" Gon asked. Netero blinked at him. The way he asked wasn't really much of a question, he wasn't trying to get Netero to deny or confirm there was a secret criteria, but he knew there was and he wanted more details. Netero let out an amused sigh, but bringing air back into his lungs only fueled laughter as he let it back out. Gon tilted his head slightly in curiosity but kept that determined look in his eyes.

"Oh Gon… You don't have to worry about that criteria. You'll pass the second year just fine, I can tell from your eyes. You're fine." Netero said, his eyes slipping closed after letting his laughter die down. But opening his eyes, he was met with Gon shaking his head no.

"Mh-mh… I wasn't asking for my sake. I'm asking for Kurapika. This is his second time in the second year and he doesn't know why. He said he suspected a second agenda and after talking with him, I know there is. I want to know what it is. To help him. Help everyone who thinks like him. You said you'd help me with that, right? With changing the school for the better…?" Gon asked, eyes drilling holes into Netero, as though the criteria was in his eyes and all he had to do was search hard enough. Netero moved his eyes to the desk…. For such bright eyes, they sure can be intense… He thought, scratching his cheek.

"Ok." Netero hummed. "That's true. But I can't just tell you! That would pass multiple people who have been stuck if this gets out. This secret criteria is almost like a screening process for those missing that certain quality."

Gon nodded seriously. "Then I won't tell him the criteria directly. Or even tell him that it's the criteria he needed to graduate to the next level. I just need to explain it to him like it's something I believe, right? That should be believable since you said I would pass it no problem…" Gon said, almost like blackmail. Netero laughed again.

"You really are amusing Gon! I won't be bored with you at my school. I made a good decision if I say so myself. Alright, I'll tell you. Make sure these students are star quality, not just faking it to pass, or I'll be holding you back for 4 more years to entertain me." Netero warned.

"Right!" Gon said, leaning closer to the desk in anticipation. Netero sighed and leaned back in his chair.

"It's passion." He said. Gon blinked.

"Huh?" He stated dumbly. "D-doesn't everyone have that? In this school?" Netero shook his head.

"No… some of them came in with all the passion in the world. You don't strive to become a World Star without having passion at first. But things change. People and their dreams change. This school changes people. Some have talent and might have wanted to pursue it because they saw how happy it made their parents… then the parents do everything in their power to make sure their kid becomes famous, they book appointments, lessons, interviews. They're over pushing can cause the child to lose interest, it's not fun anymore, it's all work. Or through the process, they found something else they like and don't want to be a World Star anymore, but because of their talent, their parents push them into it to make themselves rich and famous. Both cases, the student loses their passion. They can sing all the right keys and hit the notes, but no feeling in their voice, not feeling it, the music's no good. You'd be surprised at how well the audience and fans can pick up the artist's lack of passion. They'd never be able to reach World Star status. Then there are students who enter with passion and the students here take it upon themselves to wean out weaklings, to screen others so they don't have more competition as they enter the workforce." Gon blinks and lowers his eyes as he thinks of the winter showcase again. The anxiety comes back, but it's not as bad since he's shared it aloud and to someone else. That's the same thing, isn't it… what the brothers were trying to do… Gon thought.

"Take Kurapika for example. What a great student first year! He participated, sang with anyone who asked. Genuinely wanted to get his education and become a great World Star. Then the students changed him. Tried to get him to do their work, carry them through, he shrunk in himself and cut off his passion because he saw the world as a cruel mechanical thing now. He doesn't see the joy in singing anymore if the whole world is like that. We don't do anything to stop the students because we aren't here to baby each student, give them all lollipops and say 'Everyone's a star!' They have to deal with this now, because it only gets worse in the music industry. Especially with shady and wrong music producers. Music producers could be as pushy or coattail riding as any of these students. Worse even." Gon nodded thoughtfully.

"So yes… this is very similar to what you wanted to do in the first place. Get the student to love singing again, see it as a passion instead of work. See it as a career instead of an occupation. Kurapika plays Cello most times for instrumental performances, but it is so dead and empty… However, based on the music composition, I can tell it's suppose to be sad, reflective, and thoughtful. If he adds his feelings, put himself into it again, the audience will feel that and his music career can take off properly. Help him get to that point and I'm sure he'll graduate this time." Netero explained. He waited for Gon to say something, but he only saw Gon had his head down, eyes lowered to his lap, dazing off.

"Gon…?" Netero asked. Gon blinked and looked up, a smile seeming to force it's way on his face.

"Sorry!" He cried out, a tint of strain in his voice. "I was just thinking… Netero, is Killua going to pass the second year?" He asked, and Netero can almost see the urgency in his eyes. Netero sighed with a wry smile.

"Gon, I can't disclose that. I can't tell you of other students' grades, and the secret criteria is apart of that. I only told you of Kurapika because you already knew of his status from him, and you're set on helping him directly first, right?" Gon frowned but nodded. He huffed and stood up.

"W-well, it doesn't matter what his status is right now. I'll get him to be as passionate about singing so he graduates with me and Kurapika and everyone else in second year! I won't leave him behind." Gon states, fists at his side in determination. Netero smiled.

"That's the spirit." He says, feeling slightly tired from Gon's excess energy. He remembered being like that once. Gon really will be a bright and amazing World Star once he gets out there.

"Right, first I need to make a list of ways to get Killua to like singing…! Then I need to try making Kurapika like singing with Melody, and if that works, it should be the same for him! Great! Thanks Netero, I'll go now! I promise not to tell anyone of the secret criteria!" Gon nods and heads to the door.

"Right! Bye Gon! It was great talking to you! Keep up the good work!" Netero called after him. "Yea…" He mumbled as the door sung closed. "I should work out that budget…" He leaned down and started jotting down numbers speedily.


The analog clock ticked on the wall, the red carpet and black paint giving the room a generally gothic and olden look. Illumi looked up at it, interpreting the 7th hour before turning his attention back to the center of the room from where he stood, leaning against the wall by the giant wooden double doors. Killua sat on a lounging chair in the center of the room, legs crossed over by the ankle and hands behind his back, lazily placed on the plush material of the chair. A young man with a stethoscope over his neck and normal clothes rubbed at his eye sleepily as he pressed a wooden stick on Killua's tongue.

"Scale." He monotoned out, removing his hand from his eye to squint into the dark cavity of Killua's mouth. Killua began at middle C and went up reaching high C an octave up. Illumi's trained ears could hear the slight rasps of his voice and his eyebrow twitched again.

I told mother not to overdo it. He should have healed by now.

The doctor sighed, removing himself from Killua's space and Killua closed his mouth, a bored look on his face as he waited for their family physician to say something.

"Go drink the herbal tea and wait 20 more minutes. No talking, as you know. Come back after the 20 minutes are up, we'll see if you're good to go." He said. Killua nodded once and stood up in one swift movement, hands in pockets and heading out the door. Killua eyed Illumi from the corner of his eye as he passed him as though questioning why he was still hanging around.

"Don't look at me like that, Killu. C'mon, let's go get your tea…" Illumi said, going to ruffle his hair, but Killua's hand snaked out his pocket to counter Illumi's hand, smacking it away so he didn't touch his hair. He continued out the room undeterred and Illumi rubbed his hand, letting himself fall back.

Killua could be such a drama queen. But Illumi supposed that was his and their parent's fault. They spoil him so much, he turned out the be the prima donna of the family. But Illumi couldn't help it. That was his precious baby brother who he loved and was adorable. He'd do anything for him. Like compete in the showcase he didn't want to be in just to get rid of that distraction that calls himself Killua's friend. How useless, the notion of friends. Illumi made it to the kitchen, just catching Killua dumping copious amounts of sugar in his tea.

"Killua-" Illumi started but then Killua sent him a murderous glare. He sighed. "You're addicted to sugar, Killu. I should kill Milluki for what he did to you…" Illumi said, semi-dramatically (well, as dramatically as his monotone allowed). Milluki was the one who introduced chocolate to Killua in the first place, he didn't properly hide his candy stash and Killua found them one day in his room. Illumi knew but never thought it would have been a problem for so long now. Now he wishes he told his parents about Milluki's prohibited chocolate earlier, Killua can't get enough and Milluki is acting like a begrudging supplier. Killua rolled his eyes and began to drink his tea.

"Killua you know you're suppose to drink that raw. And sugar's bad for your throat. Is that how you've been drinking your tea? Maybe that's why you haven't healed yet…" Illumi muttered. Ok, so now I'll throw away every piece of sugar in the house. I'll get Killua off his addiction even if he hates me for it. He'll thank me later when he realizes his errors. Milluki will be a little sore but nothing a steam bun won't fix I suppose… Illumi stayed lost in his thoughts, Killua enjoying the silence as he drank. The time passed and Killua headed back to the room and the movement caught Illumi's attention, he jolted out of his thoughts to follow him. Killua's eyebrow twitched annoyed.

I can't even tell him to bug off! Killua thought annoyed. He entered the room and the doctor turned around from his clipboard, following Killua's movements to the center of the room and onto the lounge. He walked over.

"Scale." He said, just standing in front of him instead of executing any check up. Killua began and the physician strained his Zoldyck family tuned ears to listen for any discomfort, strain or graininess. His lips twisted into a smile as Killua finished his scale beautifully, always finding pleasure in hearing Killua's singing no matter how sparse.

"Great, you're fine." He nodded satisfied. "You shouldn't get them again so easily, but be careful…" He said, rolling his eyes (unknowingly along with Killua), because he was required to say that, although he knows it's never the boy's fault when he gets them. Then Illumi stepped forward.

"Killu. Stand." He said, standing by the chair. Killua stood but rolled his eyes as he listened. "Harmonize exercise 3. You're tenor. I'll do melody." He said and Killua blinked slightly surprised but then nodded slowly. Illumi swung an elegant finger in the air in a swift gesture then they both began singing in time.

"Please, celebrate me home… Give me a number, Please, celebrate me home…! Play me one more song That I'll always remember, And I can recall Whenever I find myself too all alone, I can sing me home…!" They harmonized beautifully and the physician wiped a tear from his eye.

"Killu, you're so cute-" Illumi started but then Killua punched him in the gut, forcing all the air from his lungs.

"Don't say stuff like that, bro!" Killua screeched, his voice going up multiple octaves in his fervor. "Why am I surrounded by embarrassing idiots!" He covered his red face.

"Yes, he's healed. All pitches are fine." Illumi huffed slightly straightening himself out as though Killua didn't punch him. Killua knew he'd be fine, he just wanted to stop his sentence.

"I'm out of here…" He growled, marching out the room, the other adults in the room watching him go.

"Yea…" The physician sighed. "Next time, don't go calling me in the middle of the night for nodes! I'm exhausted." He rubbed his eyes again and moved to leave to his on-property residence. Illumi nodded.

"Yes, sure…" They both knew if that was requested of him, there was nothing he could do but comply unless he wanted to be fired. Illumi looked to the door Killua had left. Then cocked his head to one side.

Should I have told him I'm going to compete in the showcase?


Meanwhile in Gon's house, when Mito got home around the same time as the day before, she questioned the concentrated and darkening bruise in the middle of her nephew's forehead.


Featured Music:

Run to Me- Clarence Coffee Jr.

Celebrate Me Home- Kenny Loggins

=End Ch 3=


Yes, I didn't-... there was... I had... there were parts in this chapter I really liked and then there were parts I didn't like, so this chapter is so-so in my rank of favorites. The next one's pretty cool. :)

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed! I realized this one is shorter than the first two, but those will be the longest until... the end and start of other arcs! Hoped you enjoyed reading even if its a bit shorter.

Please remember to go ahead and submit suitable songs. I want to interact with my audience :D I'll ask once more if you guys want the song list at the top, if no one says anything, I'll assume its fine!

-This chapter will need much review later since I didn't have much time to format it! XD thanks for reading anyway, forgive any mistakes!-

I also have a tumblr where these things can be submitted, where I'll be posting my own fanart (Cause I'm a dork) and short stories/ behind scenes: Its HunterxAU now, twila-star (pen name! :D)