Fresh off the press, lol. I'm definitely not the person who should orchestrating this piece of composition, but here I am, because who knows this au better than me?
geekygabs318: Thanks so much! I'm sorry that I make you wait so long for them, but I'm trying to make sure the chapters are the best they can be for you within the month time period. So hopefully I can get more chapters prewritten so I can edit them to a likable outcome for you all!
Guest: Thanks for the song suggestions, I'll check them out!
AliVader24: You've reread this THAT many times!? I mean, I probably have too, but I'm it's creator and editor, I kinda have to! You've touched my soul with how much you like my story, I've only ever dreamed of someone liking my story this much... Thank you. Thank you for the reassurance of the characterization as well, I know there are so many different ways to do them. I'll continue trying to bring out great content for you.
sing. about .chocolate: Haha, I know you reviewed this a few minutes before I put it up, and you're used to seeing a new chapter up by that late in the day, so I had you worried, but don't worry, I don't plan on missing an update time yet! Thanks for the motivation though, lol. Killua is indeed a weeb, my little baby, I hope you like Illumi a little better in the next arc, maybe even a little later in this one? And the reasons why are all in these chapters.
Alright thanks for all the reviews, I'm renewing my thanks to my editor Canzie gumm/ Whats-wrong-aniki for the next three chapters. Here we go! Writing Style number 1!
Featured Music:
Just Fine- Mary J. Blige
These Words- Natasha Bedingfield
September- Earth, Wind & Fire
Friday I'm in Love- The Cure
Walking on Sunshine- Katrina & The Waves
I Don't Feel like Dancin'- Scissor Sisters
Move Your Feet- Junior Senior
I Want You Back- Jackson 5
Beautiful girls- Sean Kingston
I'm Yours- Jason Mraz
You Can't Hurry Love- Phil Collins
You Get What You Give- New Radicals
I'll Be There For You- Bon Jovi
Life is a Highway- Rascal Flatts (it's gotta be the cars soundtrack)
Shut Up and Drive- Rihanna
Lost Without U- Robin Thicke
Hallelujah- Jon Bovi or Jeff Buckley (either one, whichever tickles your pickle)
Try Everything- Shakira
Here- Alessia Cara
Magi- the Dayman *** (Hey, besides shameless plugging a good AMV for a different anime, this song is cool and good and the EDM is really good in my opinion and the video helps with the coolness… It'll be on the music youtube list)
Shower- Becky G
Lose Yourself- Eminem
Moment 4 Life- Nicki Minaj
Otis- Kanye West, JAY Z (feat Otis)
Jesus Walks- Kanye West
Remember the Name- Fort Minor
If Only You Knew- Phil Perry*** (Male cover of the song, its beautiful)
Lose Control- Missy Elliott (Feat Ciara & Fat Man Scoop)
(I knew there was alot of songs, which was why I hesitated putting it in)
Ging Freecss
The Father of Gon Freecss. He left the Island of Japan when he was 20 to go and follow his dreams of being a World Star, leaving behind his home, school, and 2 year old son in the process. He had to start from the bottom without any formal training, but his natural charisma, rustic looks and singing voice, and persistence led him to the number one charts World Wide. He specializes in rock and rock ballads, and he tries not to think about what he left behind so he could focus on what's in front of him.
But he is confident his son will make him proud, and he'll see him on the charts one day.
Chapter 9: Musics of the Heart
The school was abuzz with life the day after Gon's concert. He had shaken the school down to its foundation and it seemed very few were unaffected by it. Everyday a new change was noted and something about the school was different. The students were finally excited about what they do.
At least mostly so.
With the start of Gon's movement, the school split into groups, sometimes directly opposing another group.
There were the students with the readily accepting attitude of Gon's plans and goals- his die hard followers and fans. The majority of the audience at the flash concert were Gon's fans because they were the ones who shared his ideals the most: open minded to new experiences and ready to try anything once. With the idea Gon proposed at the concert, the school could change in amazing radical ways.
There was other groups who didn't like what Gon proposed at all, antagonizing themselves against him and his fans. They liked the way it was before, what he was suggesting might actually decrease their fan base and ability to do well in won't have anything going for them if they can't depend on making shallow popular pieces that statistics show the consumer base demands and will buy. They doubt they will be able to make successful careers based on the new emotional personal pieces Gon proposed they do instead of just focusing on becoming ideal idols for record companies here at the Academy.
Others just don't like how some lower status students try to talk to others of high class for the sake of "connections?" and "fun?" like, they were way too out of the other's leagues to hang out with them. They should show their respect to their higher classes! Others liked the idea that skills doesn't necessarily have the determining factor in the success of their careers, but their passions can.
Some students feel like the whole proposed ideal for the school is a new kind of conspiracy theory for leeches to ride the coattail of the better students again. If they can play the passions and music-for-fun card well enough, it's an easy way to do just that. Some students actually do, like careful spies.
Some others just don't like the new flash dance and sing numbers that seemed to have taken the school by storm.
Melody- er, Senritsu skipped along the hall, a cloche hat furling her hair about her eyes attractively and her skirt billowing behind her. Her fans watched her go by with light in their eyes. Senritsu bit her lip to stop her wide smile as she noticed. Since Gon's concert to promote love of the person's music and underlying passion, she's gained a larger following than ever before for Senritsu.
Her happiness was bubbling over into a fevered pitch and she wasn't sure how much longer she could hold it in. She wasn't exactly sure why she wanted to hold it in actually, she should feel free to sing out her emotions whenever now! Her own imaginary instrumental was all she needed before she launched into singing.
"You know, I love music, And every time I hear something hot, It makes me wanna move, It makes me wanna have fun!" Students' attention were drawn to her, making her way through the hallway. Their eyes lit up, easily welcoming the musical number. Excitement travelled quickly through the crowded hallways as the hype picked up for the first musical number of the school day.
"But it's something about this song right here… This song right here! Its makes me wanna… Woooh!
"Let it go… Can't let this thing called love get away from you! Feel free right now, go do what you want to do… Can't let nobody take it away, from you, from me, from we…!" Senritsu skipped around hall, playfully dancing with the other students who easily joined in the fun.
"No time for moping around, are you kidding? And no time for negative vibes, cause I'm winning! It's been a long week, I put in my hardest, Gonna live my life, feels so good to get it right!"
"So I like what I see when I'm looking at me When I'm walking past the mirror!" Melody sang out with 2 girls flanking her closets sides, acting as backup singings, harmony with her tunes. They posed by a classroom window where they could see their reflections and struck poses. Boys to their side checked them out, interested in the way they moved and danced. The girls only moved on, the feeling not mutual.
"Don't stress through the night, at a time in my life, Ain't worried about if you feel it! Got my head on straight, I got my vibe right, I ain't gonna let you kill it! You see I wouldn't change my life, my life's just fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooooh!" Melody sang, skipping on beat with each of her syllables, making a show in the corridors.
"Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooooh! Just fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooooh!
You see I wouldn't change my life, my life's just-!"
"Threw some chords together, The combination D.E.F. It's who I am it's what I do, And I was gonna lay it down for you…" Melody passed a couple students by the locker; one boy with a handful of crumpled papers and looking a bit rough, and the other girl looked concerned but touched as he sang the words.
"I'm trying to focus my attention But I feel so A.D.D… I need some help some inspiration, But it's not coming easily! Tryna find the magic, Tryna write a classic… Don't you know, don't you know, don't you know?" The girl covered a wobbly smile as the male student shook his fist, letting small notes and ripped pieces of paper fall from his hands as he sang passionately instead.
"Waste bin full of paper, Clever rhymes, see ya later. These words are my own, From my heart flow- I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you! There's no other way, To better say 'I love you, I love-"
"Our hearts were ringing In the key that our souls were singing." A tall student strode past their scene, followed by some 5 odd students, all wearing loose fitting or artistic clothing. The student in front stood out most because of his afro atop his head. They all walked with a wide stride in their step.
"As we danced in the night, Remember how the stars stole the night away…?" The students behind him sang chorus, harmony and backup with him, creating a capella music for the song they sang.
"Ba de ya - say do you remember? Ba de ya - dancing in September? Ba de ya - never was a cloudy-!"
"I don't care if Monday's blue…" It was hard to keep watch of the students walking fast down the corridor, when a negative energy brought the scene down to a bunch of punk emo kids sitting at the base of the stairs the cool kids just strode by. They blocked the path of the stairwell and generally made people avoid them with their broody attitudes as they strum their black guitars and balanced their shoes on their skateboards by their sides.
"Tuesday's gray and Wednesday too… Thursday I don't care about you, It's Friday I'm in love!" They all broke out into almost ironic beautiful harmony, swooning left and right, obviously thinking of some out of league crush.
"Monday you can fall apart…! Tuesday, Wednesday break my heart. Thursday doesn't even start, It's Friday, I'm-"
"I'm walking on sunshine... Woooah!" The broody emo kids all jumped in surprised and some had to duck as a teenage girl with flaming pink hair literally jumped the last 5 steps of the stairs and over the heads of the emos, hitting the floor in a sprint to nowhere- just charged up on excited energy.
"I'm walking on sunshine, Woooah!" As she ran like she was on fire, others with her enthusiasm saw her and joined in her sprint to somewhere, an ecstatic glint in their eyes. "I'm walking on sunshine, woooah! And don't it feel go-?!"
"So I play along when I hear that favorite song… I'm gonna be the one who gets it right!" the excited hoodlums' songs faded out as they ran off at breakneck speeds, a more somber mood seen by a couple of higher classmen standing in a corner, looking out over the school courtyard. Looking torn up and confused, but determined, they sang harmony with each other.
"You better know when you're swingin' 'round the room, Looks like magic's solely yours tonight…" They let their heads hang in defeat and confusion, witnessing another teen screaming another song and dancing off to the side. They just didn't get the craze, and it was going to cost them their high school careers!
"But I don't feel like dancin' when the old Joanna plays! My heart could take a chance but my two feet can't find a way… You think that I could muster up a little soft shoe gentle sway! But I don't feel like dancin', no sir, no dancin' today…" They shrugged, pouted and threw their little entitled mini-fits in their courtyard corner for higher ups.
"Don't feel like dancin', dancin'! Even if I find nothin' better to do! Don't feel like dancin', dancin', Why'd you break it down when I'm not in the mood? Don't feel like dancin', dancin'-"
"Don't, don't, don't, don't stop the beat! I can't, can't, can't, can't control my feet!" A freshman with fashion trendy clothes and beiber cut rapped out in the middle of the courtyard, showing off some good hearted, if not mediocre, hip hop dancing. His girlfriend held her cheeks as she watched him with young naive love light in her eyes. "P- P- P- people in the street! C'mon everybody and move your feet! Don't stop (don't stop) don't stop the beat, I can't stop (can't stop) can't stop the beat. I won't stop (won't stop) won't stop the beat, go!" He hopped up in time to join hands with his girlfriend as she began skipping off back into the school, waving her hands in the air, her boyfriend boyishly joining in the swinging.
"Everybody, move your feet and feel united! Oh oh oh!" She sang perkily. "Everybody, move your feet and feel united! Oh oh oh-!"
"Oh baby, give me one more chance…!"
"...To show you that I love you!" A man on his knees in front of a woman stole the scene from the perky freshmen, heartbreak a familiar scene. A few of his friends singing backup for him to try to persuade the obviously unimpressed woman, her arms crossed and turned away as the man beggged.
"Won't you please let me... back in your heart?!" She scoffed and began walking away after throwing her hands up uselessly. He followed on his knees, only adding to a more pathetic scene. "Oh darlin', I was blind to let you go…! (Let you go, baby!) But now since I see you in his arms… I want-!"
"You're way too beautiful girl…" As the man begging for the woman passed the open doors to the cafeteria, A trio of handsome dark men wearing urban clothing appraised a girl with similar style on the other side of the open area, hands on their chins and bobbing to their beat as they sang harmony.
"That's why it'll never work, You'll have me suicidal, suicidal When you say it's over." They walked off before their heads followed another curvy beauty, stopping in the tracks. "Damn all these beautiful girls, They only wanna do your dirt… They'll have you suicidal, suicidal When they say it's ov-"
"Open up your mind and see like me…!" The doors that led out the cafeteria to the stone outdoor lunch tables let in the gentle sway breeze. A hippie guy sang with a ukulele in this hands. He sat on the tabletop with other hippie girls and guys sitting around him on other tables, seats, or the ground. "Open up your plans and damn you're free… Look into your heart and you'll find love love love love…" The handful of those that found friendship with the others broke out in gentle harmony, swaying with the words.
"Listen to the music of the moment people dance and sing! We are just one big family, And it's our Godforsaken right to be loved loved loved loved loved-"
"Oh, you can't hurry love! No, you'll just have to wait'!" A 'jerk-y' looking group of friends, with slicked back hair and girls with mirrors in their hands to look at themselves, jigged past the hippies, singing their 80s song with their old style dancing.
"She said, 'love don't come easy, But it's a game of give and take'!" They entered the school, carving a path for themselves with tactless shoulder shoves and remorseless laughter. "You can't hurry love, No, you'll just have to wait! Just trust in a good time No matter how long it-!"
"Wake up kids, We've got the dreamers disease…" A tall lanky teen in punk tie dye clothing sang, making easy way through the hall, sporting a rustic guitar in his hands as he strummed and sung away. A few people followed him, loving the easy going songs he sang, loving how his songs mirrored the ideals Gon sang about just last week. "Age fourteen we got you down on your knees, So polite, you're busy still saying please.
"Frenemies, who when you're down ain't your friend! Every night we smash their Mercedes-Benz! First we run, and then we laugh 'til we cry!
"But when the night is falling, You cannot find the light… You feel your dreams are dying, Hold tight!
"You've got the music in you, Don't let go! You've got the music in you, One dance left! This world is gonna pull through…!
"Don't give up, You've got a reason to live. Can't forget 'We only get what we give…!"
Gon and Killua were seen gaping openly at the scenes unfolding before them just a little further down the hallway from where the last flower- child Gon- follower sang his diddy amidst the other songs that carried in the air like normal high school conversation.
"I don't think I'll ever get used to this..." Killua hummed, stepping to the side to dodge a pirouetting male.
"What?" Gon said, turning to face Killua as they got to their lockers. "You say that like this is a bad thing! I hope no one ever gets used to this, and feel inspired everyday to sing something new the next! This is amazing!"
"Yea, exactly what you envisioned when you made that concert last week, right?" Killua hummed, a bitter bite on some of his words although his mischievous smirk never left his face. Gon pouted, and took his attention away from his locker to talk to Killua.
"Killua-"
"Speaking of lyrics, your next two songs are due." Killua said turning to Gon and holding out his hands expectantly. Gon jumped, then smiled excitedly, folding over to get the pieces of paper out of his bookbag.
"I hope these are better than last week's lyrics, those were just sorry..." Killua chuckled, reminiscing in what happened as he leaned against the lockers.
He remembered looking at the lyrics Gon turned in, barely composed or contemplated, more accurate to say they were more like loosely stringed thoughts thrown on paper. Then he looked up at Gon to tell him as much only to see him making the most hilariously sheepish face he's ever seen, he bursted out laughing for 5 minutes then let him off the hook- he obviously knew how bad they were before he even turned them in for review.
"C'mon, Killua, you know why they were so bad! I didn't have time with the concert and all." Gon said, coming to his full height, papers in his grasp.
"That you didn't invite me to." Killua chirped easily. Gon's expression set a bit firmly with resolve.
"You know why I didn't. I told you why."
Back after the concert had ended, and Killua had reached Gon backstage being able to make his way even through the dark, he really didn't know what his plan of action was. He didn't know whether to try and play it off cool, scream his head off, or tell him what a good job he was doing while masking his pain of not being involved.
When he got there, the bright smile on Gon's face didn't help him make a decision. All thought processes were shattered in their tracks like a train into a solid brick wall. After a conversation of which Killua does not remember most of, he does remember asking why Gon didn't at least invite him to see him perform? Gon explained to him:
"Because I wanted to be a little selfish this time, Killua." He explained, taking both of Killua's hands into his own. Killua's breath hitched in his throat as his hands tingled and his face burned. "I want to be the one that helps you experience your firsts..."
Killua almost choked.
"I want to personally show you how to love music again and show you all music has to offer. I want to be the one who leads you through that journey… It can't be as impersonal as singing to you in sea of faces."
The lyrics were in his hands and his mind began looking over and memorizing the words on the paper unconsciously, his occupied mind not remembering what it was he was suppose to be doing at the moment. He shook his head to bring himself back to the present and began to properly look over the lyrics on the sheets.
"Looks good, Gon." He said. One set of lyrics were labeled "Guu guu guu," and looking it over, it was very straightforward and simple with lyrics like 'Scenery I've never seen before, footsteps I heard for the first time, Every day is filled with new excitement, A different path than yesterday
what kind of meetings will be waiting?'. Killua wasn't expecting anything better than that, these were Gon's first deadline lyrics, so simple would be the best way to go. Besides, it fits Gon's personality.
The other was a peice called "Smile Equation," and this one made Killua smile just looking it over. It was more laid back and personal with lyrics like 'Woke up a little early this morning, A large gain compared to usual. Take a perfect morning shower, Where will I go today?'. He was handing them back as Gon took the time to look proud of himself.
"Alright, now because of tight timelines and to increase your writing skills, I want one everyday, starting this Monday." Killua said, taking out books from his locker.
"Monday? But c'mon, that's the start of spirit week! I need to be pumping myself up about that!" Gon said, deflating as quickly. "I can't do that while stressing about lyric deadlines!" Killua shrugged, not really caring about Gon's superficial worries, but decided to try and help him make a solution anyways.
"Sure you can. Write a song for every spirit day theme." Killua said. There has never been a spirit week in the history of Musica Academy, but that also came to change after Gon's concert. The morning announcements the following morning, of which they usually have none, were of Netero telling everyone that he needs students for the newly made Music School Spirit Committee. After a couple after- school meetings, including a few of them with Gon sitting in to direct it in the way he imagined it, the MSSC announced that spirit week would be the following week. Posters were pasted everywhere detailing the themes and events of each day during spirit week; they were on posters, on the school website, in the cafeteria on a banner, written in chalk out front on the main school walkway, redone for the next school day so it remains vivid. Some of the students and most of the upperclassmen found the new and sudden change annoying. They were fine before, why do they need school spirit? But in Killua's opinion… it sounded really fun! He was excited about it.
"Huh... good idea." Gon hummed, looking up in thought. Then he smiled brightly, his smile too big for his face. "Actually, that's a really good idea. I'm excited for it now!" He cheered. He was practically vibrating. Killua couldn't help a little laugh, infected with Gon's excitement.
"Killu."
Goosebumps crawled up and down Killua's back and arms before he let out a tired huff.
"Not this again." He muttered before turning away from his locker to his left where Illumi was swiftly making his way over. Since Gon's concert, Illumi had been convinced Gon was trying to skew the concert in his favor by changing the values of the school from talent to 'passion.' Then he's been trying to get information on Gon, anything he could use against him or as leverage before the concert— a crafty threat to his certain win of the showcase. Killua found it all annoying. Illumi was hard enough to beat, and now that there's been some hint of a fighting chance, he seeked to crush it. He wanted total and unquestioned chance of victory. And he's been trying to get information from Killua since Gon knew him the best.
But that wasn't the most annoying part. It was who usually came along with him.
"Illumi, what do you want now?" Killua huffed as Gon rounded from Killua's side to see what was happening.
"Oh, you're with him right now." Illumi said, stopping just outside of Killua's personal space. As he stopped, the pink haired whimsical student Killua was dreading stepped out from behind Illumi like a living shadow.
"Ya~ Gon!" Hisoka purred, his eyes closed in a cheshire smile. Hisoka's been interested in Gon for awhile, and with Illumi around bothering Gon now too, he has all the reason and excuse to sate his curiosity. He held little back in the interactions between him and Gon and what was worse, Gon was too naive and nice to know any better and ward him off properly. So Killua had to do it for him.
"Why did you bring him with you, Illumi?" Killua complained, gripping the straps of his book bag.
"You know why, Killu, he follows me around no matter what I do to get rid of him." Illumi said. "Have you found out any more weaknesses about Gon?" Illumi asked like Gon wasn't standing right behind him.
"Stop it, Illu, you know I'm not helping you win this. I'm helping Gon win."
"I still don't know why though." Illumi said, acting all hurt, like Killua's loyalty should have unwaveringly been to his older brother. Killua had just begun rolling his eyes when Hisoka spoke, addressing Gon.
"Hey, Gon, how has your music training been going?" He asked, looking Gon over with a barely PG expression. Gon looked over at Hisoka with an unreadable expression, before he opened his mouth to speak. But Killua was moving to stand slightly in front of Gon, Gon's face falling with dissatisfaction behind him.
"Hey, no, no trying to sneak information out of him either, Hisoka. " Killua said defensively, Hisoka's name coming out like the name of a poison.
"Why can't he? You won't do it for me." Illumi stated in that monotone voice of his. Killua groaned his frustration of his brother. These daily pesterance were gonna get him migraines by the end of this semester, if not an ulcer.
Gon continued to regard Hisoka with a cautious look as Hisoka ignored Killua interrupting him.
He opened his mouth again to speak to Gon. "Hmm~~ Eres tan tentador, pequeño. No puedo esperar para descubrir todo lo que haces ..." Hisoka said, eyes lewdly looking over Gon, insatiable interest in his gaze. Gon's expression changed to look half confused but mostly amazed at Hisoka speaking spanish at him, but Killua looked totally horrified. He was mostly irritated Illumi acted like he didn't know what Hisoka just said. Gon was so behind in his languages, he wanted to learn them- some- any- soon. It seemed like everyone in the school could speak at least one other language.
"Retrocede, Hisoka, deja tus comentarios perversos por algún sitio ilegal." Killua hissed, stepping forward in defensive challenge, eyes narrowed. Gon's eyes brightened at Killua from behind. They were both speaking so fluently and carrying conversation. Maybe. Maybe they were just talking and not knowing what the other one was saying. Gon does that sometime to look smart or cool. Hisoka's eyes narrowed back in the challenge. Killua's eyes darted to the shift in Hisoka's arms, but then Illumi interjected sharply.
"Hisoka, that's enough." Illumi said, knowing he wouldn't get much else from Killua that day. "We're leaving." He turned on his heel to leave, his hair flowing behind him like an aftereffect.
"Good." Killua spat. Finally .
"Hold on, before we go since Gon's little guard won't allow for dialogue, I just wanted to tell Gon, I have a couple songs released already in the market." Hisoka said in his musical voice of his. Gon's mouth hung open slightly.
"Really?" Gon asked. Killua rose an eyebrow suspiciously at Hisoka, but didn't know enough about where he was going with this to stop it. It didn't sound like Hisoka was trying to get some information from Gon using a weird angle, so he'll allow the interaction.
"Of course. I have nearly an album's worth of songs out in the market. Almost everyone at the Academy gets at least one song released before they graduate. The more talented and persistent you are, the more songs you can get out before you debut- the more songs, the more popular and successful you'll be once you debut because you're name is more widely known."
Gon felt a rush of exhilaration wash over him, getting reminded of all the possibilities this school held for him, the opportunities he could only get at the Academy. It reminded him not to give any inch for his fight to stardom, and as long as he held out, he knew that he was most likely to get at least an album out into the market.
"Amazing..." The possibility of world wide fame was a closer and more possible goal than he thought. But he couldn't do that if he lost the showcase. If he lost, he wouldn't just leave the school, but leave the music industry behind him completely. He was going to try harder.
"Anyway, Boy-ya. I wanted to ask you to check out my music. I would love to know what you think of it..." He purred. "Hopefully you like it... then I'll have a better sense of what kind of person you are."
Killua didn't like that. That Hisoka was not only interested, but stumped, by Gon's personality did not make a good combination of what Hisoka might do next to figure Gon out.
"I do hope you like it, I want to impress you and fall in your good graces. I'm a fan myself." Hisoka purred. Killua glared at him, and Gon kept his face expressionless as he considered everything Hisoka said, if he should be happy or concerned about that.
"Hisoka." Illumi hissed, a couple paces away already. "Let's go already." Hisoka gave one final wink at Gon, despite Killua having tried to block Gon's face. He turned and ran off to be by Illumi's side.
"Geez…" Killua hissed. "Try to stay away from that clown, I don't trust him and it unnerves me he's interested." He said. Gon furrowed his eyebrows. He realized he knows almost nothing about Hisoka except the unnerving aura he carries about him. Gon decided he would try to watch Hisoka's videos and try to get a better understanding of what the older male is like. The mystery behind him and the unknown excited Gon a bit. Maybe he should try to write a lyric set on him one day to try and sort out his thoughts on him.
"Alright, Killua, I'll try to stay away."
"Good. Let's head to class."
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"Hmmm, what about meters?" Killua asked, the light from below them lighting up his features softly.
"I know most of the tempos from Adagio to Molto vivace." Gon replied, swinging his legs over the rafters.
They were in Physical Singing, the class before lunch, and Kastro was drilling the students that didn't pass the pretest.
"Again!" Kastros voice echoed up around the auditorium. The handful of students in the class spaced out on the stage lunged forward holding a baton, some of them grunting out from strain. Then they were singing a warm up song as they were lowered in their stance.
"Alright, what about Majors or Minor chord groups?" Killua asked, looking over at Gon. Once Kastro had said that those who passed the pre-test did not have to be participate in today's class, Killua and Gon exchanged excited looks. Other students were happy enough to just sit in the auditorium seats and play phone games. But Killua suggested to Gon they go exploring around the stage, familiarizing Gon with larger more professional performance spaces. That led to them running around backstage and finding the secret trap doors, looking through vanity lit dressing rooms, and climbing rafters and ropes as they had fun playing little games.
"Remember to breath through your songs." Kastro said from below.
They were now up on the high rise wire walkway over the stage behind the curtain skirt, looking down at those on stage practising to bring up their physical singing abilities. Gon was sitting on the floor of the walkway, his legs swinging beneath him, while Killua stood next to him leaning on the railing.
"I know from A to G." Gon signed out a bit. "Even on the guitar." Gon said. They both let out small sighs.
They were trying to figure out what they should focus on that weekend by figuring out anything else Gon needed to work on. But it seemed like…
"You're done with the basics Gon." Killua smiled down at Gon. Gon beamed back up at him, pleasantly surprised. "You've got it all down. We can start with more advanced material!" Killua said.
"Wow! Yay, that's amazing!" Gon cheered. As much as he loved fortifying his basics- his ability to perform is based on how well his basics were developed- what he needs right now are some results that will give him confidence to win the Winter Showcase on short notice. Killua chuckled.
"So, if we're not doing basics training this weekend… I think we deserve a break and we can just brainstorm the first topics you want to explore into and the order of topics afterwards." Killua said, taking a jolly rancher out his pocket and popping it in his mouth. "We should get through topics within the month if I coupled learning topics with real world practice."
"Wow, a break! I don't remember the last time I had a break." Gon hummed playfully. "This is exciting, we're getting closer to developing my number for the showcase."
"Ya, but if we don't finish it fast enough, you won't have time to practice it and perfect it." Killua reminded him. "So anyway, I'll be over your house later."
"Great." Gon kicked his legs some more, each enjoying the company of the other. The students groaned out as Kastro below finally let them rest.
"Wow, that's amazing, Gon." Zushi said, listening to what Gon had finished doing in terms of his basics. It was amazing that Gon was able to pick up and hone his basics skills that quickly.
"He already knew most of this stuff from practicality, he's been using these techniques since he's been performing, just never knew the names or the technical way to do it properly." Killua explained to the table they were sitting with at lunch.
"It's so impressive. Gon, you're like this super cool ideal student others would aim to be like!" Pokkle exclaimed, his arm over Ponzu's shoulders as she ate. "You come in as a second year, you sign up for a showcase that's usually only for seniors and you have a good chance at winning, and started and initiated this whole new movement at school."
"Yes, the new movement to encourage people to love the music they produce was a great idea to spread your beliefs around the school all at once." Kurapika said, taking the straw of his drink into his mouth. The main theme of spirit week was "Sing what you love," mostly guided by Gon and those at his concert who were passed the torch on the topic. Kurapika generally had the gist of it since Gon said something along those lines when Gon was telling him not to give up on Melody or count anyone out. Gon rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.
"Wow, thanks guys, but it's not that big a deal to me. It's something that came naturally to try and do because that's how it should have been in the beginning!" Gon said.
"Well, because of it, you've gotten quite the fan clubs." Kurapika hummed, closing his eyes.
"Wah, you think so?" Gon asked as Killua sneaked his hand around Gon's arm to steal a melon ball from Gon's bento.
"Guys, this wasn't the point of me telling you where Gon was in his training." Killua griped, pointing at them accusingly. "Try to help him think up some topics to explore. What do you think Gon would be best singing and performing?"
They looked around at each other and Ponzu decided to try and suggest first.
"I think he'd do best doing alternative!" She said. "Explore new chords and composition!"
"No, no, I think Gon should try a rapping song." Zushi said. "Rapping is cool."
"Rapping?" Gon asked under his breath as Kurapika shook his head.
"Why don't we ask what Gon would like to do?" Kurapika asked, and they turned to Gon. Gon blinked then hesitated a glance at Killua, but he was only looking at him too.
"W-well, I… I would like a song that does everything!" Gon said. Killua's jaw dropped and Kurapika's head hung over his drink.
"Maybe… asking him wasn't the best idea." He admitted.
"Yea, as much of every component as I can." Gon said. "And it still sounds good." Killua rubbed his face and laughed a bit.
"Gon, that's not very possible. Maybe one quarter of the things we discuss can actually fit in one song and still sound good." Killua said, feeling like he's going insane listening to Gon talk like that.
"Sure we can! We just have to try. We'll figure it out when we get there. But we'll just focus on the concepts first." Gon said, determined. Killua barked a laugh. He opened his mouth to say something when someone interrupted them from behind.
"Killua Zoldyck!"
The table stopped all processes in confusion then turned around to face whoever was behind Gon and Killua.
There was about 5 guys standing there, one of them standing forward as the leader flanked by 2 on each side. He was obviously the one who shouted out for Killua, because he was also sweating bullets. They were dressed impeccably, white button ups, blue vest, combed back hair and white shoes. Gon tilted his head, confused. He didn't really know what to make of this.
"Augh, not this again…" Killua muttered under his breath as most in the cafeteria stopped what they were doing to see the commotion.
"We think you're amazing. And this song's for you!" He said, his voice shaking with nerves, standing straight with stiffness as he delivered his lines. He finally relaxed some as they began singing in 5 part harmony.
"I'll be there for you, these five words I swear to you!"
Gon's jaw dropped at these people, who were now, essentially, serenading Killua. His Killua. His crush.
"When you breath, I wanna be the air for -!"
"You guys need to take a hint!" Killua shouted out over their singing, even though they just kept singing, doing a boy band side to side dance. Gon looked up, following Killua's movements as he stood.
"I'll be there for you! I'd live and I'd die for you! I'd steal the sun from the sky for you!"
"C'mon Gon, let's get out of here. This is why I stopped coming to the cafeteria." He said, taking Gon's hand without really waiting for Gon to react and rushing off the scene. Gon was too overwhelmed by everything that was happening to really react properly anyways.
"Bye, we'll see you!" Kurapika called out.
"Bye, guys! See you monday!" Zushi said as well. Pokkle and Ponzu waved as the band desperately raised their voices after their retreating forms in hopes their emotions would be conveyed.
"Words can't say what love would do! I'll be-!"
The cafeteria doors closed shut behind them.
-o0o0o0o-
"Fan clubs?" Gon asked with a curious tilt of his head.
"Yea, the more talented and popular students usually gets them. And it's not like some students don't belong to multiple fan clubs, but some fanclubs have hardcore perpetual fans that are only loyal to one star. Like, I'm sure you have a couple too with people already obsessed and leading fan meetings too." Killua explained, running a hand through his hair. Gon watched the fluffy hair move back into position behind Killua's lithe fingers like waves in the sea.
"And they used to always sing to you like that when you went to the cafeteria?" Gon asked, not appreciating the dull burn settling in his core at the thought.
"No. You know from before that the school was too entitled to sing and stuff like that. They would just bother me with gifts and public confessions. It was way too embarrassing and annoying, because I didn't like them, I don't even know them. But they say 'Oh, we just want to let you know how much we care even if you don't return it!' Annoying." Killua huffed, putting the heel of his palm to his mouth as he propped his elbow on his knees. Gon snickered a bit at the voice Killua used to mimic his fan club. But it didn't do much to sate his jealousy. Other people tried to woo his Killua? Well, he wasn't his yet, but it was obvious he was the only one Killua was interested in. They should know to back off and leave Killua to him. Looks like he'll have to do a little more and work a little faster if he was going to be able to call Killua his and off the market.
"And that's why you started coming to the roof for lunch?" Gon said as a breeze came through his hair. Killua looked up, his eyes matching the blue sky above them.
"Ya. I was able to stop them from doing the majority of the stuff they were doing by the middle of freshmen year, but if I didn't have to be with the school public any longer than I had to then I wasn't going to. So I went to the roof whenever I could and disappeared when I'm not in class."
"That's why people never saw you or hung out with you outside of class before I came." Gon finished.
"Yup." Killua said, popping the p. He sat back onto his hands. Gon regarded Killua a second longer before leaning back onto his hands too and looking up at the sky. They were both sitting cross legged on the roof, in the shade of the industrial fan.
"So, it's my fault they're bothering you again?" Gon asked. Because they tried again but with singing, and with a song that obviously was filled with their passions and emotions, Gon's message obviously gave them the incentive and motivation to try with Killua again. And he was bringing him around in the open where they could have all the opportunities to try their hand at wooing Killua. Or make their feelings known, or something.
"No, no, Gon. Don't think of it like that." Killua reassured, sitting up once more to take in all of Gon. He didn't return the look as he kept his gaze on the sky. "There's no… I mean… as a Zoldyck, I'm always going to have fans. There's no way they would have stopped all together, and there's no saying they tried again because of you. This is the sort of thing you just have to prepare for. It happens. They just had new ammunition to try out. You didn't make them do it, or convince them to. You had good intentions." Killua said and Gon finally looked down at him with shimmering eyes. Killua was caught off guard as his breath hitched, trapped in Gon's admiring gaze.
"Thanks Killua… They had one thing right, you really are amazing." He smiled. Killua felt the blush crawl up his neck and he looked away, embarrassed.
"I-idiot, don't say stuff like that. You sound just like them." He muttered like it bothered him, but he liked it too much.
"Huh? Who told you I wasn't one of your fans, Killua? I'm your number one fan!" Gon cried out with a playful tint, reaching forward to poke Killua in the ribs. He choked out a laughter, not expecting a poke then looked over at Gon like he was betrayed.
"Shut up, Gon, you're not as crazy as half the people in this school."
"Does that mean I can't join your fan club? C'mon, I think you're amazing!" Gon said, catching the location of where Killua was ticklish and reaching for it again.
"G-Gon, no-!" He cried out, betrayal lacing his voice before it exploded into laughter, Gon now on his knees to attack Killua with tickles along his ribs right under his under arms. Killua poorly defended himself as he dissolved into giggles and laughter- and it was the most amazing sound Gon has ever heard- then the school bell was ringing, dismissing lunch hour.
"Aw…" Gon hummed, sitting back onto his heels to let Killua catch his breath. He wished he could just stay up here with Killua just a little longer, in their own personal space. "We have to go back to class…"
"Huh? Oh, I forgot to tell you, we're not." Killua said, a bit breathless as he sat back up and ran a hand through his hair.
"Wat?"
"We're skipping." He stood up. Gon's jaw dropped as he watched Killua fetch his bookbag.
"W-What? We're skipping… B-But, we need school to teach us stuff." Gon stuttered, flustered, lost for words at the sudden change in agenda. He never missed a day at the Academy yet. It's too much of a blessing to scorn with things like skipping school.
"Well… it's not exactly skipping." Killua shrugged, picking up Gon's book bag afterwards. "It's an excused absence if you're learning or experiencing something that pertains to becoming a world star while you are missing classes." Gon lit up at that.
"Wo- wait, we are?! What are we doing?" He asked hopping up. His bookbag was thrown squarely into his chest and he let out an 'ooff' before he looked back up at Killua. His hands were on his hips with a smug look on his face.
"We're going shopping."
Gon's face fell.
"Wat?"
"This school does a lot of things, but they don't teach you idol fashion sense. And you need all the help you can get. So it should be excused if we go shopping." He nodded.
Gon sighed.
"Killua, I don't want to hear that from you— ooff…" Gon started before petering off to wheezing laughter once Killua gave him a good punch in the gut to shut him up.
"Shut up, I got perfect fashion sense." He scolded, retracting his fist back to his side. Gon laughed a good deep laugh as he came back to his full height. "We'll see, I just want permission to veto anything too over-the-top."
"Fine." Killua said, turning to walk out the roof access, Gon close by.
"Why do we need to work on my fashion sense anyways?"
"Do you have a fashion coordinator at home?" Killua asked back. Gon raised a brow.
"...nooo?"
"Then you need to learn to develop acceptable idol tier fashion to be able to wear and mix-and-match your wardrobe. Lesson one in being a World Idol: you're never spotted looking less than your best." Killua said.
"Aaahhh…!" Gon hummed in understanding.
"And you've been sporting the same outdated horrible hoodie-jeans look for way too long." Killua said, pulling on the half zipped jacket zipper. Gon grabbed the offender zipper, an embarrassed blush on his cheeks.
"It's a tried and true look!"
"You need to be making the future looks. And keep up with the times, be a bit experimental! Isn't that what you're all about? Being bold and out there?"
"...That's true…" Gon hummed. If he could get some clothes that mirrors what kind of image he wants to portray, it'd be great for his career, but he won't be able to afford most of what he'll want. But it was still exciting to think about. "Ok! Sounds good!" They exited the front doors of the Academy, most of the hallways empty as students got to class.
"You brought your car, right?" Killua asked.
"Yes, I did." Gon nodded, he tends to bring it on Fridays nowadays.
"Can I drive?" Killua asked with an excited smile as they got out to the parking lot.
"No!" Gon laughed. As far as Gon knows, Killua still doesn't have a license or any training, and he'd prefer if Killua didn't experiment with the car that wasn't even his. Killua pouted.
"Fine, then I'm paying for the shopping spree." He said with defiance, purposely proposing another undesired consequence to Gon. But Killua would prefer if Gon lets him pay, he knows he doesn't have much. Gon looked up with agonizing thought.
"...Fine." He sighed out defeated. He couldn't afford Killua to ruin his car. Killua let out a small celebratory hum.
-o00o0o0o-
The streets were free from most cars on the way to the mall because most teenagers were in school at the time and adults weren't exactly trying to get to the mall all the time.
"Amazing! The roads are so free! Boy, you gotta get it speeding! And we gotta put the top down." Killua said, his ankle boots clad feet crossed in front of him on the dash. He folded over his legs forward effortlessly and pressed the button to bring the top down.
"Hey, hey, hey, we're really supposed to do that when the car's not in motion." Gon chided from his seat in the driver's seat. Killua rolled his eyes.
"We're on the highway, there's not really a place we'll pause to do it any other time."
"Fine..." Gon half pouted, but he had to admit feeling the wind in his hair was great. He actually did speed up a bit, feeling the rush and free feeling, almost like he could fly if he could go fast enough.
"Ah, this is great!" Gon said, turning on the radio. Killua smiled brightly over at Gon. This was so fun. This is what friends was for. And that cold creamer-less coffee Illumi would never understand because he doesn't nearly have enough emotions to compute fun. A song with a drum opening banged onto the radio and a man yelled out a "Whoo!" and Gon brightened, recognizing the song immediately.
"I love this song!" He cried.
"I should have known. You're the type to be into free spirited songs like this." Killua smirked over at his friend, reclining casually in the chair with his feet up. Gon ignored him for the most part and raised the volume to the point where they felt the bass rattle their insides and seats. Killua could have sank deeper into the seat with the way the bass caressed him like this.
"Life is like a road that you travel on, When there's one day here and the next day gone." Gon sang along with the country song on the radio. He peeked over at Killua and decided to play it up towards him, hands gesturing and miming the words.
"Sometimes you bend, sometimes you stand, Sometimes you turn your back to the wind. There's a world outside every darkened door, Where blues will not haunt you anymore… Where brave are free and lovers soar, Come ride with me to the distant shore!" Gon nudged Killua from his seat, as though inviting him himself. Killua looked over at Gon, finally giving him his attention, an amused smile on his face. Gon gave back a charming side smile himself before returning his eyes to the road.
"We won't hesitate… To break down the garden gate… There's not much time left today! Life is a highway! I want to ride it all night long!" Killua bobbed his head to the beat as Gon sang, his feet tapping the dashboard in front of him.
"If you are going my way…!" Gon winked over at Killua, keeping up the country act through the song. "I want to drive it all night long…!"
"Through all these cities and all these towns, It is in my blood and it is all around!" Gon stretched his hands to the sky, satisfied with the feeling of the wind through his fingers. He turned to address his words to Killua again. "I love you now like I loved you then, This is the road and these are the hands…" Gon wiggled his hands and eyebrows and Killua laughed, it wisped away by the winds and musics. "From Mozambique to those Memphis nights, The Khyber Pass to Vancouver's lights. Knock me down get back up again, You are in my blood, I am not a lonely man." Killua joined in the singing with harmony and backup vocals with Gon, his fun too infectious to ignore.
"There is no load I cannot hold, Road so rough this I know. I will be there when the light comes in… Just tell them we are survivors!" Killua chimed in with a "Whoo!"
"Life is a highway! I want to ride it all night long! If you are going my way I want to drive it all night long!"
"All night long…!" Killua echoed afterwards, closing his eyes and throwing his head back as he sang along the upbeat music.
"Give me, give me, give me, give me, yeah!" Gon sang.
"Life is a highway, I want to ride it all night long! If you are going my way"
"you're going my way!" Killua sang back up. "I want to drive it all night long! (all night long!)"
"There was a distance between you and I" Gon sang, reaching out to Killua without looking, pretending to try and bridge the distance. Killua rolled his eyes, swatting his hands away even though there was a smile on his face. He completed the echo regardless. "Between you and I…!"
"A misunderstanding once, But now we look it in the eye" Gon sang, taking his eyes off the road to look over at Killua and gesturing his fingers between them. Killua laughed and poked his finger into Gon's cheek to guide it back to look forward, Gon's smile spreading at Killua's reaction.
"Oooh, yeah!"
The song broke for a guitar solo and Killua leaned back in his seat, biting his lip as he pretended to rip out a guitar solo with an air guitar. Gon laughed and cheered him on. The lyrics came back on soon enough.
"There ain't no load that I cannot hold, Road so rough this I know, I will be there when the light comes in…" Killua and Gon broke into stretched out harmony, "Just tell them we are survivors!"
"Life is a highway!" Gon banged the wheel and Killua stomped his feet on the dash in time to the beat of the music. "I want to ride it all night long" Gon began ad libbing along with the radio man throughout, leaving Killua to sing the rest of the chorus lyrics. He had no problem with that. He loved listening to Gon sing anyway.
"If you are going my way, I want to drive it all night long!"
"Give me, give me, give me, give me, yeah!" Gon bellowed out into the wind swelling around them in the car.
"Life is a highway! I want to ride it all night long… If you are going my way, I want to drive it all night long! Life is a highway, I want to ride it all night long! If you are going my way, I want to drive it all night long!
The song fell into exit instrumentals and the wind stole both of the teens' laughter and trailing exclamations as they whizzed down the road.
"Ew… this shirt is so gross…" Killua hummed, looking at one of the designer shirts in a clearance rack. He looked it over for a few seconds more before his face scrunched thoughtfully. "I kinda want it?" He pulled it from the rack as Gon came out from a dressing room behind him. Killua looked over and lit up.
"Wow, you look great Gon! I'm so amazing at what I do!" He exclaimed.
"You wanted to get me a whole wardrobe worse than this! We only reached an outfit consensus because I beta'd." Gon replied. "The credit goes to us both."
"Uugh, fine." He muttered, going over to fix Gon's collars. Gon was wearing a vivid forest green graphic tee with a jet black leather jacket with silver studs sparingly along the collar and deep navy jeans and black combat boots.
"I'm gonna miss my green boots." Gon lamented, looking himself over in the mirror. But if this session at various designer shops showed him anything, it was that it was a change for the better.
"Whatever, it's not like you don't have anything in this new wardrobe that won't match those outdated things. If you want, you could make it your signature, wear them sparingly so they become as famous as you. Put it in every music video, wear it to fan signings, wear it to certain concert numbers." Killua suggested, worrying edges of Gon's outfit to fit him to perfection. Gon turned to him suddenly, ripping an edge of the clothing out of his pinched fingers.
"Gon, what the-" He started.
"I like that!" He said, beaming at Killua. Killua stood up to his full height and raised a brow.
"The idea?"
"No. That you said all that… the way you talked… it was like I will definitely be doing this in the future. Which means I never lost the Showcase. You have that much faith in me Killua…" He ended softly. Killua blushed and looked away.
"Duh! Of course I see that sort of thing in your future. I have worked with you long enough to know your potential, it's just a giant shame if you lose after all this. And if you weren't so stupid, you would just keep going in the music industry even after you lose! There's no reason not to!"
"I gave them my word. And a promise is everything." Gon scolded, turning back to the body length mirror to check his outfit. Killua huffed, feeling pouty.
"Whatever…" He has to make sure he does everything in his power to shape Gon's potential and make sure he wins. He won't be perfect, but he just needs enough to win. It would be a shame to rob the world of the preciousness that was Gon. Gon smiled at Killua from the mirror.
"I'll just win." He beamed and Killua brought his head up then smiled back at Gon. He loved how he never got discouraged. "So, this is the last of it?" Gon asked.
"Yup, go and change back into those horrendous clothes and we'll ring everything and it's back to home." Gon nodded. Gon really did feel bad that Killua was buying him all these things, but Killua always made sure to help Gon feel it wasn't that big a deal, so he wasn't as sheepish and jumpy as he was at the first store. And it was amazing to get every piece of clothing he could have ever asked for, money was no issue. Killua was his best friend and he would do anything for him.
-o0o0o0o-
"That's what you get for trying to eat a chili dog. Now maybe you'll throw that jacket away." Killua said, climbing in the passenger seat after loading the bags of clothing in the back of the convertible.
"Killua, it's just a stain, there's such a thing as washing machines, you know." Gon said with surprise in his voice. Killua cocked an eyebrow then laughed at the honesty in Gon's voice, like Killua really didn't know about washing machines.
"'Aight, Gon…" He giggled. The car revved up and they sped off to their neighborhood. Killua took the lead in turning on the radio this time, but they were both done with speeding since they were nearly stopped by cops on the way to the mall. An electro- guitar riff melody came on the radio and Killua lit up.
"I love this song!" He exclaimed, and Gon glanced over, surprised at Killua's confession and taste in music. Is this the kind of song he listens to all the time in those silver headphones? He launched into song and Gon was captivated by the seducing tone Killua put forth in his voice.
"I've been looking for a driver who's qualified... So if you think that you're the one step into my ride… I'm a fine-tuned supersonic speed machine, With a sunroof top and a gangster lean!" Killua sang, miming with his hands and dancing accordingly with the words. Gon could barely look away, feeling like he was glancing over at Killua more and more.
"So if you feel me let me know, know, know, Come on now what you waiting for, for, for? My engine's ready to explode, explode, explode, So start me up and watch me go, go, go, go!" Killua crooned, pumping his fist in the air.
"Got you where you wanna go if you know what i mean~" He gave a wink to his imaginary audience. "Got a ride that smoother than a limousine~" He practically hummed, running a hand down his sides. "Can you handle the curves? Can you run all the lights? If you can baby boy then we can go all night~" He was just enjoying a good car jam, winking and wiggling seductively.
"Cos I'm 0 to 60 in three point five," Killua held up his hands, pointing the 3, 0, and 5 with flirty eyes out to the road. "Baby you got the keys... Now shut up and- GON, LOOK AT THE ROAD!" Killua swiveled his head seductively towards Gon only to see him openly staring, an astonished surprised look on his face with something dark and wanting in his eyes. Gon jumped and whipped his head back towards the road, jerking the car to the left just as the car starting riding the side bumps on the highway. Killua was sitting up completely, clutching the side of his seats before he looked over accusingly at Gon.
"Haha, whoops!" He chuckled, a blush on his cheeks, but then proceeded to pretend like nothing happened.
"I just can't believe the school took your idea so quickly though! It was like they were always ready to start singing, they were just waiting for a signal gun." Killua laughed, putting Gon's new clothes in his closet and putting his old ones in drawers. Their conversation had found their way around to the situation at school and spirit week as they worked.
"Well, I would hope so! If they love music, their hearts are always singing a song, and they should share it for the world." Gon said, folding over a green shirt and putting it in a drawer he was positioned by.
"That sounds too cheesy… I don't know, this whole singing thing is so weird." Killua said.
"Well, I like it like this! Now the school is like a giant High School Musical!"
"A what?" Killua laughed at Gon, turning around with a cocked eyebrow. Gon slowly turned to blink at Killua.
"Killua... are you saying you've never watched High School Musical?" Gon asked.
"Um...? No, I didn't exactly have the most time to watch TV..." Killua hummed, hanging one of his personal favorites of Gon's new wardrobe with care.
"Aw! Oh no! this is a shame! That series is one of my favorite! We have to watch it!" Gon exclaimed, throwing himself to the side.
"What? Why?" Killua asked, turning and frowning at Gon's dramatics. "It doesn't sound that interesting."
"It totally is! It has a great love story plot-"
"Bleck-"
"And there's plenty of singing-"
"I'm sure it's no broadway-"
"C'mon, Killua! Try everything! If you agree to watch it, we'll watch something you want to. Please? You can show me something that you like." Gon pouted and Killua swiftly looked away almost simultaneously.
"Geezus, Gon..." Killua muttered, then rubbed the back of his head. "Fine, fine. I'll watch it." He said.
"Whoo! Yay, today?!" Gon asked, sitting back up.
"No, today, we're going to plan what concepts we'll start with, picking up on training again on Monday. This Saturday is free day, and I got a Zoldyck concert on Sunday, so that's another free day for you." Killua said going over and sitting by Gon. "Just a breezy weekend before we launch back into training, so we can watch them tomorrow, ok?" He asked.
"Sure! Let's get some paper out." Gon said, scrambling to his desk to get a notebook. They set up and sprawled, looking down at the blank paper.
"Alright, so I was thinking we could start with general overview of different music genres that you probably won't use for your final song- genres like country, jazz, screamo- but we'll cover it because if you find out that you really do like it, then you could explore it further and develop it for the final showcase number." Killua said.
"Ok!" Gon said.
"You'll most likely use pop or rock for the final number, because that's what people like and respond to the best in a concert setting, like All Star by Smash Mouth." Killua nodded. "And I remember you said you liked the EDM in the music like Hourglass…" Killua began writing these things down. "So we'll do that Tuesday. And then I want to fit in rapping early, because if you want to use it in your number, that'll probably take the longest to format for your piece." He said. Gon nodded, his fist clenching as he felt the familiar clenching feeling grabbing his chest again. I know we'll probably use more than just one day for each of these, but having a written schedule will help us know what we're doing next." He said.
"Ok…" Gon said again, a bit more distracted this time. That caught Killua's attention and he looked up at Gon. His eyebrows furrowed and he nudged Gon a bit with his elbow. Gon locked eyes with Killua.
"You ok there?" He asked. Gon smiled hesitantly than gave a full blown smile.
"Ya! Ya, I'm listening, I was just thinking about everything…" He muttered. Killua nodded understandingly.
"I get it. You're gonna do great, ok? We've got this."
Gon felt a bit better, remembering he's not doing all this on his own. He gave a bit more of a genuine smile to Killua.
"Right. Thanks."
"So, we'll be trying to pair up your practice with real world practice and experiences, like small concerts or quizzes…
"Mh!"
-o0o0o0o-
"I'll be over tomorrow." Killua said, addressing both Gon and Mito. Mito nodded as Gon pouted. He hated parting from Killua.
"Morning or afternoon?" She asked.
"Morning, but don't worry about breakfast, aunt Mito, we'll be leaving soon after I come." He said. "We're going back to the orphanage."
"Ah, I see. Then I'll just prepare you two dinner." She said.
"Er, no, that's not necessary, I-" Killua started.
"No! Come on, you can stay for dinner and sleepover! Bring over a duffle bag and you can drop it off before we go. We'll watch high school musical before we go to bed. It'll be fun!" He said. Killua's eyebrows twitched, because he now concluded it was impossible for him to say no to Gon.
"Fine." He sighed. Gon cheered and Mito smiled softly.
"Alright. Have a good evening, Killua," Mito said with a mother's tenderness. "Do text Gon when you get home safely." Killua nodded with a smile. It was always such an amazing environment here.
"Yes, aunt Mito. Konbanwa ." He hummed, turning to leave.
"Bye Killua!" Gon shouted after him, and Killua's reply was cut off by the door. A beat of silent passed before,
"And he hasn't noticed your crush yet-?"
"I'm working on it!" Gon huffed, turning on his heels and running back into his room. He was going to up the flirting and courting a bit more after today, with that stunt with the fan club.
-o0o0o0o-
Gon let out a small sigh and huff as he sat down at his computer desk. Well, he doesn't know any assignments he could possibly do today, and he has nothing better to do. Everything was set up from when Killua was there, and he was going to bed soon, so he'll look up Hisoka's songs like he wanted him too. He looked up 'Hisoka', and the first song that came up was "Lost without you."
"Hmm, it must be his most popular..." He said as he clicked on the video. It started with a nice beat, and Gon's unease at watching the video went down a bit.
It started with Hisoka walking down an everyday urban street, wearing attracting clothes. He was actually surprised because his hair was down and combed in a side sweep. It was still pink, but down. A woman walked towards him and gave him flirty eyes as she walked, and he slowed, watching her walk past him. He smiled and followed after her. The the words began and it showed close up clips of him just singing in front of a blurred nature background.
"I'm lost without you
Can't help myself
How does it feel to know that I love you, baby?
I'm lost without you
Can't help myself
How does it feel to know that I love you, baby?"
The nature singing clips were slotted into clips with Hisoka basically wooing this girl. A clip with them at a cafe, him giving her roses while he sweeps her hair back, jewelry being draped over her neck.
"Tell me how you love me more
And how you think I'm sexy, baby
That you don't want nobody else
You don't want this guy
You don't want that guy
You wanna
Touch yourself when you see me
Tell me how you love my body
And how I make you feel, baby
You wanna roll with me
You wanna hold with me
You wanna stay warm and get out of the cold with me
I just love to hear you say it
It makes a man feel good, baby
Tell me you depend on it
I need to hear it"
The next part of the clip was of him driving them to a cottage in the woods, a one story luxury home, and the video indicated they had a steamy sex night with blurry and shifty images. Then they showed her walking around his house with only his white button up shirt on, and him enjoying the view, her sitting on the couch and he bends to whisper sweet nothings in her ear, and feeding each other plates of food.
"I'm lost without you
Can't help myself
How does it feel to know that I love you baby?
I'm lost without you
Can't help myself
How does it feel to know that I love you baby?
Baby, you're the perfect shape
Baby, you're the perfect weight
Treat me like my birthday
I want it this way
I want it that way
I want it
Tell me you don't want me to stop
Tell me it would break your heart
But you love me and all my dirty
You wanna roll with me
You wanna hold with me
You wanna make fires and get Norwegian wood with me
I just love to hear you say it
It makes a man feel good, baby
I'm lost without you
Can't help myself
How does it feel to know that I love you baby?
I'm lost without you
Can't help myself
How does it feel to know that I love you baby?"
There was shift in the song and Gon got shivers down his spine as the previous images from the beginning replayed, but it showed more details omitted by camera angles or cropped video. The sex night included bondage and chains, more gagging then was previous believed or thought comfortable for the girl. Her walking around in just his shirt, when she moved past the couch, showed she was chained by her ankle, the end of the bound disappearing into a room in the background. Him bending down to whisper sweet nothings, the clip continued to show she was in his basement, her hands bound, and the theme continued. Gon's jaw was hanging.
"Cause you will tell me every morning
Alright, baby
Ohh yeah, Ohh baby
Ohh darling, Alright
I'm lost without you!
Can't help myself
How does it feel to know that i love you baby?
I'm lost without you
Can't help myself
How does it feel to know that i love you baby?
Ooh yeah
Oh baby
Oh darlin'
All right right
Oh baby
Oh darlin'
Ooh ooh baby
All right right... yeah…"
Hisoka was walked down a pleasant street similar to that of the first street and a girl walked passed, looking up and off at something unseen. As she walked past, Hisoka turned, his lips formed as though he was whistling even though the video's audio was replaced with the song's ending chords. He followed with a swagger, and a pair of handcuffs hung loose from his fingertips as though produced through a magic trick, and he followed after her off screen. Gon furrowed his eyebrows, unsure what to do with information. It made him generally uncomfortable. He at least had to hand it to the cinematics, the twist in the video was good and made you think...
"Yikes..." He muttered and looked down at the comments to know what his fans thought.
'OMG HISOKA YOU ARE SO HOT!'
'I WANT U TO TIE ME UP, DADDY!'
'Hisoka can bondage me anyday ;)'
'I'll tell you I love u, even if I don't meant it'
'Punish me, Hiso!'
"Yike, yikes, yikes on ice..." Gon muttered, feeling more unnerved by the comments. There are even this kind of people in the world... Well, there's a fan for every type, he supposed. He looked to the recommended to see what other songs Hisoka have done, although he's not sure how interested he was in watching them now.
There was another song, 'Latch' made by him, that also seemed popular, and Gon decided to also listen to that. The beat was cool and easy to listen to, Hisoka's voice smooth and cajoling. It made Gon feel weird (not the good kind), but the lyrics were definitely staple 'Hisoka.' He finally clicked off and decided it was time for bed. He had trouble sleeping that night.
Luckily for Gon, the following Saturday was another free day. As much as he loved music and getting ready for the showcase, he still wanted time to spend with his favorite star lit teen. And he's sure Killua loves every minute from home and takes any excuse to leave its confines.
Gon wanted another not-date with Killua, he enjoyed the last one so much and it would be a good time to start upping his courting game, and already knew how to go about asking him on it.
"Hey, Killua... " Gon started as they walked down the plaza sidewalk towards the orphanage house. Fall weather came with the start of September and the two boys had their hands shoved in their sweater jackets as they shuffled side by side. Killua hummed a small noise of acknowledgement. "I saw an interesting movie playing later today, and I know you said you haven't seen a movie in forever, so I was thinking-"
"Wow, really? Gon, I'd love to! Wow, I haven't been to a movie in so long. What's this one about?" He asked, all attention and eyes on Gon. It made Gon shiver.
"Well, I think the main character..."
-o0o0o0o0o-
"Yea, I have to go." Killua said that Sunday Morning. "I got a concert tonight and we have prep all day until then. I promise, I'll start figuring out ways to get you real world practice soon, ok?" Killua asked, pulling his duffle over his shoulder.
"Ok, I'll miss you." Gon pouted, folded precariously on the couch.
"Have a good day. Good luck with your concert." Mito said who had made them breakfast earlier.
"Thanks, aunt Mito. Bye, Gon." Killua laughed over his shoulder, refusing to return the affection shown to him.
"He's a tough one." Mito side commented.
"I'll get him." Gon said, getting up from the couch to return to his bed. He hated the empty voided feeling he's left with whenever Killua leaves him. But he couldn't help but smile when he thought back to what he could only label as the perfect Saturday not-date.
They had went to the orphanage and Killua clicked as well with the kids as he did before, and they remembered him just as well. Another kid asked Killua to marry them, or adopt them, but Killua was so good with kids, he was able to defuse the situation without hurting their feelings. Gon was going to ask about it, but there was a look in his eye afterwards that cried out 'private issues'. And maybe he was being a little selfish, but he didn't want to ruin their day with personal problems when they could just enjoy each other's company that day.
They went to the movie afterward, then went for a bite at another Asian restaurant Killua said he likes. Killua showed Gon how dexterous he was with chopsticks and Gon was thoroughly impressed, Gon wasn't even that good with chopsticks and he grew up with it. When he asked how, Killua said it was because he was a drummer, so it was similar maneuverability.
After that, they were able to rent out some skateboards at a local skate park and Killua showed Gon a few tricks before helping him learn it himself. Gon didn't think he could hear his heart in his ears until Killua was that close making those gentle correcting touches on him as he taught him how to skateboard. They walked a bit more before they went back home to watch the high school musical movies. They changed into comfortable pajamas and set up a fluffy bed on the ground in front of the TV and watched the movies with snacks scattered around them. They fell asleep soon after the second one started, but as far as Gon could tell, Killua liked them. Or maybe he was pretending for him, which only made Gon feel warm and fuzzy inside, knowing Killua would do that for him. But all good things come to an end… and Killua just left. Gon will see him tomorrow… but hopefully Killua will find time to text him during breaks his prep or something.
He turned over onto his stomach and pulled up his phone.
"Killua! Dammit, stop being so distracted!" Milluki yelled out. Killua jumped at that, and looked away from his phone surprised. It was locked and tossed onto his things in one swift movement.
"Whatever. What do you want?" Killua asked with practiced cool.
"We're about to go up, don't you want to do your little practice thingy?" He asked, messing with his bolo tie. Killua rolled his eyes but was secretly thankful. He doesn't think if he doesn't run through his performance song before he goes on to perform that he'll mess up, but he hasn't ever not tried to, so call him superstitious but he feels better if he does it first. He began speed singing his piece, muttering under his breath and making minimal movements with his hands. Milluki watched him curiously from the side of his eye.
They were announced on stage, and Killua stepped out, followed by Milluki. Killua walked across the stage.
Perfect Perfect Perfect
His shaking fingers demanded him to clench his fist to try and find some steadiness.
Do not mess up
The back of his neck prickled painfully and uncomfortably. His eyelashes reflected the spotlight as he stepped up to the mic, and his throat threatened to choke him.
Breath, his mind supplied helpfully. He took a deep ragging breath regardless.
His cool hardened mask kept all his thoughts and emotions hidden out of sight. As he turned to face the crowd, everything - the shakiness in limbs, his shallow breathing lungs, his racing thoughts- stopped, a wave of serenity being washed over him. His body stilled and quieted and numbed and he stared out at the slightly bobbing darkness out in front of him, the people unseen because of the too bright lights shone right in his eyes. It was like he was being interrogated, in spotlight so any mistake shone brighter than anything in the whole world. He knows his brother for sure is watching with that mindset.
But he already knew how to dissociate, and take himself out this situation. If he was too focused on task in front of him, he'd surely go through a panic attack, flashes of his birthday concert coming up to mind. But he was trained so well, his practices and songs ran through so many times, he could do them in his sleep, which is what he practically did out on stage. Running so smoothly on autopilot, it's like he was an actual robot on stage.
Perfect Perfect Perf-
The roar of applause hit him like a wall and he vaguely registered that he was giving his pre performance smile to the crowd. He turned to Milluki slightly and nodded almost imperceptibly to start the music. The keys lit up as Killua faced the microphone again. He wondered if Milluki gets nervous too, if his fingers shakes across the piano keys when he first starts? The pressure of performance could get to be a lot sometimes... but nobody in his family really talks about weaknesses like that.
"Now I've heard there was a secret chord, That David played, and it pleased the Lord, But you don't really care for music, do you?" Killua's satin voice sung out decadently low, and he was met with another round of applause.
Right, Gon has had performance experience before, but it was probably no doubt with smaller crowds than what will be present at the Showcase. And the implications attached to it probably doesn't help with any nerves during the show. Killua made a mental note to add performance ready training to their advanced training concept list.
"It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth-" Killua sung out. He cringed immediately after he hit the sharp note on the up rising, because he hit it wrong. Dammit, Killua chided himself. He was too distracted, and now as he remembers what song this was, it was actually a pretty difficult one with all the sharps and flats present in the music. He wasn't paying enough attention and now the note was all off, the note sounded like it was dying, he could die up there-
Somehow... his voice sounded great. The word continued to flow out,
"The minor fall, the major lift!" How was that...? Killua then realized the shift and return melody of keys by his accompanying piano player.
Milluki, Killua thought. Killua had messed up but it was now unnoticeable, maybe even to Illumi who was watching and listening closely, because Milluki flourished the keys to make it sound on key. This song was already hard enough with all the sharps and flats, for Milluki to pick up Killua messing up and compensating for it in a split second... there was too much effort and no real reason to.
He wants something.
"The baffled king composing 'Hallelujah'! Hallelujah, Hallelujah. Hallelujah, Hallelujah…"
The song soon ended, Killua kept his mind clear and on the song from then on as not to have to owe his older brother anymore than he has to. As they went off stage and the curtains began to close, Killua turned around to face Miluki as he entered the wings.
"What do you want?" Killua said, crossing his arms.
"What do you mean?" Milluki asked with a mean smile. It made his face look more piggish than normal.
"I know what you did out there. I knew I messed up before I even knew you covered for me."
"How do you know I wasn't just going to go off and tell mama and Illumi that you messed up? But I didn't want to ruin the concert just to see you burn?"
"You can try this blackmailing angle all you want, but I'm already agreeing to your terms. Just tell me what you want." Killua said, not losing composure. Milluki grumbled.
"You take the fun out of everything." He said. He hoped to at least get Killua to squirm, but he refused to play on Milluki's terms.
"I just want you to know you owe me one." He said, squinting out at Killua with his almond eyes. Killua furrowed his eyebrows.
"That's it? Nothing specific?"
"I do have something specific. But it wouldn't do any good to tell you about it now. Just try not to hang up on any of my calls from now on, huh?" He said, and pushed past Killua, purposely shoving Killua's shoulder with his own. "Try not to mess up during this concert anymore thinking about your boyfriend."
Killua's face burned.
"I was not-! He's not-!" Killua sputtered, but it didn't matter, Milluki wasn't listening and he probably wasn't even being that serious. "Whatever." He muttered. Great, now Milluki had one over on him... and he didn't even know what it was… Well, let's see if Gon texted him back yet!
"Remember, whichever year- freshman, sophomore, junior or senior- has the highest count of the colors wins spirit points today. Whichever year has the most spirit points at the end of spirit week gets a special prize!" The peppy guy said over the school's speakers. Gon's pretty sure he recognized the voice as Katsuo, the spirit committee's treasurer. He had met him a couple times back when the meetings were being held and he was invited to join.
Gon was excited, sporting his own gold shirt for the second years. He waved and high fived encouraging other students in gold colored shirts, feeling very happy and spirited. This was happening! His spirit week he planned is initiated, people are enjoying it and participating, it wasn't a bad idea! And Gon bets that the majority of the school will be better for it, if they can make music with a bit more emotions and fun experiences under their belt. He leaned by the lockers, waiting for wherever Killua would come from. They didn't go running that morning, so he could only wait to see his precious friend. He blinked when he saw him coming out from a side classroom door in a dark purple turtleneck and black slacks.
"W-wha- Killua!" Gon reprimanded. Killua jumped a bit.
"What?" Killua asked with confused irritation to his voice.
"Wh- you're not wearing our class's spirit colors!" Gon said, pointing down at his own gold shirt. Killua furrowed his eyebrows before he raised it in a question.
"Seriously? Today is Monday! Spirit color day! The class with the most students wearing the spirit color gets spirit points!" Gon said.
"Hah, you sound crazy. Is that all, Avatar Gon?" Killua teased.
"Killua! You have to partake in the spirit week stuff!"
"Why should I?" He was excited about the spirit week, but he was content with just observing what happened, not participating. He's sure this kind of stuff wasn't his scene. This sort of silliness could end up getting out to places he doesn't want it to, and he needed to retain his image. He opened up into his locker and, first thing first, checked his makeup.
"You should try to try everything." Gon said, staring intently at the profile of Killua's face.
"Wow, you sounded like a cheesy tag line." Killua said, squinting his eyes at his reflection in his locker mirror.
"No... I sounded like a cheesy song...~" Gon said with a sing-songy inflection to his voice. Killua's eyes widened a bit at Gon's insinuation.
"Nooo, no, Gon, I am not going to be apart of the first song number of the school day-!"
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!" Gon cut Killua off with the first opening vocalizations of his song. He took Killua's protesting hand and closed his locker for him before running off down the hall. Killua's face was burning, everyone around them was staring! Gon slowed down to a trot as the song took on a conversational tone.
"I messed up tonight, I lost another fight. I still mess up but I'll just start again. I keep falling down, I keep on hitting the ground, I always get up now to see what's next!"
Gon sang, looking over at Killua. He furrowed his eyebrows as Killua didn't meet his eyes, too busy looking around at the crowd parting and looking at them. He took Killua's chin in his hand to bring his gaze back on him.
"Birds don't just fly, they fall down and get up! Nobody learns without getting it wrong! I won't give up, no I won't give in, 'Till I reach the end and then I'll start again!"
Killua stared openly at Gon, caught in his pace again, and he didn't even realize it. Gon hopped onto the staircase and turned to face Killua, climbing it backwards as he lead him up. People behind Gon slid down the banister to get out his and join a dance number occurring around the two of them.
"No, I won't leave, I wanna try everything! I wanna try even though I could fail, I won't give up, no I won't give in, 'Till I reach the end and then I'll start again!"
People in the hallway was overjoyed that the original starter of the movement had finally done his own spontaneous song number, and he didn't disappoint. It carried his message as clearly and thoughtfully as his flash concert songs did. It rejuvenated his followers as they followed to listen and dance.
"No, I won't leave, I wanna try everything! I wanna try even though I could fail! Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! Try everything! Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! Try everything! Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! Try everything! Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!"
They reached the second story of the school and Gon spun Killua around to be in front of him. He pushed and maneuvered Killua ahead of them as the crowd parted for the source of the music. Killua was mortified, covering his reddened face with his fingers, peeking through the appendages so he didn't trip and get embarrassed further. But, he was trying to listen to Gon and was starting to get his point.
"Look how far you've come, you filled your heart with love." Gon smiled softly from behind. "Baby, you've done enough, take a deep breath, Don't beat yourself up, don't need to run so fast! Sometimes we come last, but we did our best!
"I won't give up, no I won't give in, 'Till I reach the end and then I'll start again! No, I won't leave, I wanna try everything! I wanna try even though I could fail! I won't give up, no I won't give in, 'Till I reach the end and then I'll start again! No, I won't leave, I wanna try everything, I wanna try even though I could fail!"
Gon stopped Killua in the middle of a four way hallway intersection and faced him towards him, the dancing people fading into the background as they were lost in each others eyes.
"I'll keep on making those new mistakes… I'll keep on making them every day, Those new mistakes! Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!"
Gon began running off down another hallway, rushing past everything, and it was like Killua's eyes were opened finally. People wearing different colored but coordinated shirts, talking, dancing. It was lively and musical, and beautiful. Banners and art of school color and love of music was on the walls and the roof. Music was in the air, and it was almost like... a childhood dream come true... It took Killua's breath away. Gon turned back to look at him and Killua blushed, reaching down his neck. How could Gon be this amazing?
"Try everything! Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, Try everything! Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! Try everything! Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! Try everything!"
Gon stopped in a hallway not too far from their lockers. The crowds around them cheered a bit in appreciation for the song and dissipated to spread the happiness and love of music Gon just started.
"Please…" Gon panted quietly, "You'll never know what you like until you try it." Gon said. "Spirit week might be fun for you too."
"...This peppy stuff isn't for me..." Killua muttered, less winded by all the pulling around Gon did, but more from all the steady attention he got from Gon throughout the song. "But, I'll try it if it makes you leave me alone." He admitted stubbornly. He sure knew how to not lose face.
"Yay!" He cried.
("You brought me a gold shirt!?"
"I had a feeling I would need it!")
-o0o0o0o-
Gon and Killua entered their vocal training class together, already used to the gold shirts everywhere since it was a full class of sophomores. They greeted Gon happily. Gon scanned the classroom and pouted when he didn't see the head of golden hair he looking for.
"Oi, where's Melody and Kurapika?" Killua asked, looking around himself.
"I don't know... maybe they're going to be late? Or they have an excused absence for doing something World star related?" Gon suggested.
"Or they think your spirit week is stupid and they didn't want to be here for it." Killua snickered. Gon nudged him in the ribs, Killua letting out a laughing 'ooff'!
"Shut up, Killua! You know Melody is the vice-president of the MSSC! She made most of these events herself, why would she think it's stupid?" Gon scolded, going over to his front seat.
"Whatever, I was just kidding." Killua said, sitting behind Gon and putting his feet on the back of Gon's chair. "I was gonna ask her about the events this week anyways."
"They're posted everywhere, Killua." Gon said.
"I'm too lazy to read that. I need it from the source." He chuckled, fiddling with his phone.
"Class is starting, phones away." Kite said, striding in with a commanding presence. Killua made a face, upset at being called out, but put it away. Gon couldn't help the nagging worried feeling in his gut about where his friends were. He was a little distracted in class.
-o0o0o0o0o-
At lunch, Gon was relieved to see Melody and Kurapika sitting at the lunch table as usual, chatting to each other amicably with music sheet papers in front of them.
"Melody! Kurapika!" Gon cheered, running forward. Killua's eyes widened, and was certain Gon didn't notice it yet, taking a more leisure walk over to their lunch table.
"Guys! Where did you go!? You weren't in class!" Gon said exercising his dramatics.
"Oh Gon!" Kurapika hummed surprised, Melody letting out a little giggle from Gon's whining. "I have something to tell you. I received very good news in the mail this weekend and I wanted to wait until I saw you in person to tell you." Kurapika hummed in his soothing voice. Killua finally reached and sat next to Melody, the two exchanging a small fist bump.
"Good news?! Really? What is it?" Gon asked with excitement.
"I was informed that..." Kurapika paused for dramatic effect and was very pleased with the adorable breath holding reaction he got from Gon. "...I graduated!"
Gon's eyes boggled out of his head in surprise.
"You... what!? Kurapika, that's amazing!" Gon cried out, then he finally noticed. Kurapika and Melody was wearing white, the school colors for juniors- 3rd years. "Wah, Kurapika! I'm so happy for you!" Gon said, reaching over the table and hugging him. Kurapika gave out a breezy laugh and Gon broke the hug to hug Melody too. "And you too, right, Melody?" He asked. She nodded.
"It's thanks to you, Gon." Kurapika said. "I was able to unlock a new part of me, the real part of me. I was able to compose songs I was actually liking, instead of just dealing with. They were right compositionally, but they would never do what they were suppose to without the emotional aspect of it. Once I got that down, I was excelling all my second year classes. I received a letter saying I was excelling so well, the second year classes were no longer sufficient for my level of skill and I was moving up to 3rd year. I got my schedule this morning and went to find my classes with Melody." Kurapika explained. Killua looked over to Melody.
"Is that what happened with you, baby girl?" Killua asked.
"Not exactly." She hummed. "I was already well enough to go up to the next grade level, but I wanted to stay back in the second grade level for as long as Kurapika was to be. I wanted to accompany him and be his strength and help find his answer, and luckily Gon came around and helped him in the best way- helped us both. We'll be forever thankful." Melody said. "I only told Kurapika of this after we met up this morning and he told me he had graduated."
"Wow, that's amazing!" Gon said. "But you really don't have to thank me! I was just helping you see what was inside you all along." Gon said, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck.
"So cheesy! You don't have to be so modest Gon." Killua smirked at him. Gon looked over at Killua, blanking for a moment before looking at Melody.
"You can do something like ask to be kept in your grade?" Gon asked. Killua raised an eyebrow at the confusing and weird reaction from Gon.
"Yes. If someone is talented enough they can graduate all 4 years in one year, probably including summer classes. But also, they can request or get held back in a year for multiple years if they're just not learning. And it's based on their tuition money how long they hold out on trying again and again." She said.
"Is that what your doing, Killua?" Gon asked, turning to him again.
"Yea? What, did you think I wasn't talented enough to be out of here already? My mother calls every year to remind and tell them to keep me in the grade I'm suppose to be."
Gon nodded. Killua was pretty cool...
"Ok! Well, this call for a celebration!" Gon said. "We should go out today!"
"Gon, training! " Killua reminded.
"Ack... that's true..." Gon furrowed his eyebrows.
"Gon, it's quite alright, you don't have to-"
"I know! I'll buy us a pizza for the table!" He said jumping up. "What do you want?" Gon asked Kurapika.
"Gon." Killua said pointedly. Gon huffed a bit but just waited for Kurapika's answer. Killua sulked then, looking off away from Gon. Kurapika raised an eyebrow at the curious exchange.
"Flatbread spinach should be fine."
"Great choice." Melody agreed.
"Great! I'll be back!" Gon said, running off.
"Whatever, I wanted to ask you the events happening this week." Killua asked, turning to Melody.
"Oh? Oh! Well, today, we have a open mic, cafe music. We rented a space at a coffee shop not too far from here." She said. Killua nodded, and took out his notepad, writing it down. Melody's eyebrow twitched in irritation.
"You know this stuff is on the school website, right?" She asked.
"I'm too lazy for that! C'mon." He nudged her softly to encourage her to keep going. She laughed a bit but continued to tell her friend about it anyways.
"You know you don't have the money to be buying whole pizzas from the school cafeteria of all places." Killua scolded, sitting cross legged on the floor. Gon scrunched his lips into moue, his eyebrows furrowing stubbornly. Killua grit his teeth seeing Gon's defenses forming right in front of him.
"Don't be like this, stupid!" Killua grunted, shoving a knuckle to Gon's temple, causing Gon to cry out. They had just finished going over the music genres sitting in the Zoldyck's recreation room. Gon had actually showed he's like some aspect of classical or orchestra in his piece, so Killua added it to the list when the genre reminded him of Kurapika and Melody.
"You don't need to be spending money all over the place to have friends. You have to understand that they won't blame you if you don't buy them something." Killua scolded, sitting back from punishing Gon. But it was so stupid, he still had that stubborn pout on his face.
"I don't want money to limit me from doing what I want for my friends."
"But you have to come to terms, you don't have the money to spoil them like you want. I think they'll understand if you just tell them-"
"NO!" Gon cried out. Killua huffed and fell over onto his back. Gon crawled over and looked down at Killua's face, although Killua's eyes were closed.
"I know I don't have to buy them anything. But if I want to, shouldn't I? They're not forcing me or anything-"
"There are other things, free things, that you could do to show your appreciation instead. There's no reason to put yourself in a tight spot just for a fleeting moment with friends." Killua interrupted, his electrifying eyes opening and locking eyes with Gon with pinpoint precision.
"But those moments are priceless." Gon replied simply. Killua gave him a deadpan look then shook his head and rolled his eyes.
"Fine, fine." Killua gave up. It didn't even mattered. Once Gon passed this semester and was able to get some jobs, money won't even be a problem. He sat up with ease, Gon moving his head out the way before he got hit.
"Ok, so..." Killua sighed through his nose as he review the list in front of him. "We'll be going over EDM tomorrow, and rapping afterwards, we need to squeeze classical and orchestral somewhere in there and oh! performance readiness..." Killua listed off, mostly to himself, "and we have these events in the week to help with that... and I got some connections for the performance ready... and a capella can take place in our acoustics room..." Killua said, jotting down like lightning.
"Oh ya, acoustics! More singing in the shower!" Gon replied cheerily, showing he was listening intently. Killua paused mid word and looked over at Gon curiously.
"What?" Killua asked. Gon wondered if he said something wrong.
"S-sing... singing in the shower? You know? Acoustics a capella?" He said. "I can do that for practice before we even get to that topic." Killua squinted at him.
"Are you making this up? Who the hell sings in the shower?" Killua asked. Gon let his jaw drop.
"Killua, tell me you're kidding! You've sung in the shower before, right? In the tub when you three? Whistled while you peed?!"
"Ew, Gon, please." Killua made a face and went back to finish the sentences on the page.
"Aow, Killua, nooo..." Gons said. Killua really never tried to magic of singing in the shower...?
"Mhhh..." Gon hummed, studying the profile of Killua's face. "Killua!" Gon cried out, hopping onto his feet, jolting Killua in surprise.
"W-wha-?"
"Follow me!" He said, "It's too much of a shame that you've never experienced singing in the bathroom. How can you be my teacher and never experienced anything this simple before in your life yet?" He said, reaching down and jerking Killua to his feet. "Where's your bathroom?" He asked moving out the room into the hallway.
"W-what, wait- Gon you're breaking all the rules." Killua said, but directed Gon to the bathroom. "This is stupid, I doubt anyone actually goes in the bathroom with the thoughts in mind to sing!" Killua said.
"The acoustics are great in there! I'm sure a lot of people developed their dreams of being world stars right in the shower. You sound amazing and feel like a star under the water like a spotlight and your voice carrying as though for the world to hear. I love singing in the shower." Gon said, finally getting to the bath. He was surprised at how big the place was, but then he saw it was actually just a bathroom- a counter spanning on side of the room with one sink, a mirror following the counter, and then large sections of warm baths ready for bath time. But the ceiling was tall and perfect for the sounds. Killua furrowed his eyebrows, unnerved at being in here for any reason than necessary.
"Umm..." Gon hummed, his voice already bouncing off the walls and creating discordance of noise. Killua stared deadpan at Gon as he waited for the teen's next move, Gon keeping him captive by their locked hands.
"What's the hold-up?!" Killua cried out, his voice making sharp vibrations on the walls. Gon chuckled out of sheepishness and Killua had to admit that was a nice sound to have coming at him from every corner of the bathroom- never mind that just sounded weird.
"I'm just trying to think of a good song we could sing!" He said. Killua scoffed, already thinking of a perfect song to describe what he's feeling.
"What am I doing here..." Killua started. Gon lit up as he recognized it immediately and joined in with harmonization.
"Oooh, here? Oooh, here... I ask myself what am I doing here...? Oooh, here, ooh, here?" They held the last note in harmony, the sound swirling and playing around them like fall leaves in the breeze, and it was pretty, and beautiful, and Killua seriously thinks he'll never get over singing with Gon. He makes him feel so much, and it's so amazing, and now here he was singing with Gon in a bathroom of all places and its still as amazing and beautiful as if they weren't in this gross place. Gon was amazing. Singing in the acoustics of the bathroom was almost like recording yourself and playing it back to yourself in real time. Any sharp or missing notes were sharply bounced back at you to listen to. Any mistakes were instantly heard and amplified through a series of soundwaves. Killua approved it as good practice space… for Gon anyway, he'll still have to get used to it himself. Gon gave Killua a beaming smile and Killua returned a shy one.
"Please remember to stick to the dress code of the spirit week when deciding your outfit. Any violation will be dealt with swiftly." Katsuo spoke over the speakers in that nonthreatening peppy voice of his. Tuesday was Music Through the Decades- music appreciation. Students were encouraged to wear an outfit inspired by a song or an outfit that was pretty staple to a time of music.
Gon watched people walk by with the strangest outfits, but it helped when some of them had the song that inspired them playing on some sort of speaker to be heard by those around them. His favorite was someone playing O Fortuna and wearing lementation rags, black fake spikes stick out the outfit. Gon couldn't help but laugh when he was brought aside by teachers to be investigated for his outfit choice. It was really fun to see what decade people decided to choose.
"I think I like this idea of trying everything." Gon heard Killua say behind him. Gon turned and dropped his jaw when he saw what Killua was wearing. He was wearing a light purple v neck button up, dark purple bell bottom slacks, hoop earrings and fade sunglasses with platform shoes, his headphones ever present around his neck and playing loud enough that Gon could hear "Feel it still" by Portugal. The Man on the speakers.
"K-Killua… what are you wearing?!" Gon asked appalled. Gon himself was wearing 90's inspired clothes, a bandana around his forehead, an oversized jean jacket on and teared jeans with a large belt and large shoes.
"What do you mean? I'm wearing 60s… ish, 80s ish inspired clothing. Like those old timely spy movies." Killua pointed out. Gon sputtered and shook his head.
"Th-this isn- you're not- Killua! This is why I don't trust you with fashion." Gon finally let out. Killua let his jaw drop in astonishment and smacked Gon's arm.
"Shuddap, this is 10 out of 10 perfection right here." He gestured to himself. Gon rolled his eyes, laughter bubbling at his lips.
"Alright, let's go, Goldfinger." Gon teased.
"After you, James dean." Killua chirped right back. They were heading to class when they spotted Melody and Kurapika. Melody was wearing flower child stuff, a crown of pastel pink flowers over her silvery hair and circle shades and a jumper with flower pastels and a cardigan over it. But Kurapika...
"Kurapika! Why aren't you dressed up?" Gon asked as they made their way over.
"I don't really want to join in the festivities. I don't think I'd be able to participate properly, and any attempt would be insincere. I just cannot see myself doing this." He said, although he even looked apologetic to Melody, the vice chair to the spirit committee.
"Oh, Kurapika, it's fine." Melody assured him. Gon mouth formed an o and then he was nodding understandingly.
"Yea, don't even worry about it." Gon said, waving his hands in the air. Killua's jaw hung open and then he swung his arm to hit Gon's bicep.
"What the hell, man, you gave me crap- a whole song number about how I should participate in spirit week and mister prissy pants here says no and you drop it like its hot."
"Nice one." Melody said.
"Thank you." Killua said shortly, taking his eyes off Gon for a second to exchange a quick fist bump.
"I resent that prissy pants stuff." Kurapika said with a deadpan look directed at Killua.
"Sorry, but c'mon, you can't deny you act like your some prince or higher being." Killua shrugged.
"Killua, I can't make Kurapika do it if he doesn't want to. He has better things to do anyway. He's busy now that he's a third year. And I just really wanted you to do it because... well, I wanted to do it with you."
"Well…" Killua stuttered, a bit embarrassed. "Don't you want to do it with Kurapika?"
"Well, I do, but its ok if I don't do it with him. I don't think I'd be very happy if I couldn't do it with you. It has to be you, Killua."
Killua's pretty sure he swallowed his tongue and his mouth clicked shut as he stared at Gon with wide eyes and a blush he's sure his shades won't hide.
"Ooooh..." Melody hummed to one side and moved to leave with Kurapika.
"3, 2, 1." Kurapika muttered under his breath to Melody as they walked away.
"YOU'RE SO EMBARRASSING, GON!"
The two upperclassmen snickered to themselves.
-o0o0o0o-
It was a great atmosphere the whole day with everyone giving and receiving compliments on people's costumes if they decided to partake. It really was a spirited day, and teachers were getting more engaged participation from the kids because of it. More volunteers for examples and loud voices and effort. Gon got plenty of waves and people trying to talk to him, and Killua was getting a bit grumpy.
"Well, aren't you Mr. Popular?" Killua muttered under his breath, but Gon's ears picked it up.
"Hmm? You are too, Killua." Gon said turning from his latest conversation to talk to Killua. Killua furrowed his eyebrows.
"No, I'm no-"
"Yes, you are so popular. Just because you scorn people talking to you and block yourself from interactions doesn't mean people don't want to talk to you. I'm sure you're as popular or even more popular than me. If you're feeling out of it, try talking to people. They'll happily talk back." Gon said. Killua pouted, feeling socially uncomfortable with that suggestion, and that wasn't the root problem…
"I… fine. Later, though, ok. Can we just get to lunch already?" Killua asked. Gon smiled helplessly at Killua. What will he do with his dummy?
"Alright."
Zushi decided to go for the futuristic 80s, metallic silver jackets and pointy shades and abstract triangles on his sneakers. Pokkle and Ponzu decided to match and wear 90s inspired clothes as well.
"You all look great!" Gon said, and they repaid the compliment. He noticed then, Melody was on stage.
"Hello, everyone! We're going to start our Lip sync concert! Sign ups are down front!" She said.
"Ah! That sounds so fun! We have to do one, Killua!" Gon cried, grabbing Killua's arm. Killua rolled his eyes, but a smile came over his features.
"I guess it won't be terrible, painful at best." He said. They jumped up and ran to sign ins before it got too long. It was a fun time for the hour of lunch, people going up in groups or performing solo. Gon and Killua ended up Lip syncing a Michael Jackson song, and people were going crazy up there. Anyone would agree they looked great up there together. Everyone was fawning over Gon's killer smile, and Killua's performing aura. If it was a contest, Killua would be sure they'd win by popular vote.
"What the hell are you supposed to be?" Illumi asked Hisoka.
"The terminator…" Hisoka said a bit offended it wasn't obviously.
"That doesn't make any sense. What music decade is that?" Illumi furrowed his eyebrow.
"Whatever." Hisoka said rolling his Rs and lowering his shades.
"I didn't really want to change out of my 90s clothes… I missed it in a lot of ways." Gon said.
"Can't relate." Killua shrugged as he led Gon down the second floor hallway. Gon watched them walk past Killua's room, the farthest they've ever gone on the second floor before.
"Neh, Killua, where are we going?" Gon asked, peeking over his friend's shoulder.
"Well…" Killua said, scratching his cheek. "We're learning about Electronic Dance Music today, and while I know enough to remix a song at its basic level, it… should be easier for you to learn from who I learned from."
Gon's eyes widened. One of Killua's brothers?
"It's not Illumi, is it?" Gon asked.
"No! Does Illumi look like he can remix anything ?" He asked exasperated. Gon let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. "It's Milluki. He's the best DJ I know. I think he's even better at EDM than classical music composing, but he doesn't think so and often gets frustrated when the music doesn't come out like he wanted it to. So he's sticking with composing. But I love all his music, I keep every single one he sends me. I'm like his editor, all of his EDM comes through me first. Except… he says I'm useless if I just keep saying they're all good. But it's true! You'll see when we get there." Killua bragged. Gon watched Killua talk about his brother and he felt like he was suddenly hit with clarity.
"Oh." He said. He smiled widely. "Ok!" He was excited for today.
They reached a door and they could just barely hear the music from behind it, but they could hear it was foreign music. Killua knocked on the door, and a loud "What?!" was responded almost immediately. Gon jumped a bit in surprise but Killua just rolled his eyes.
"Open up, piggy! I got something to ask you!" He raised his voice to be heard from outside the door and over the music that was playing in his room. They heard the music get lowered as Gon kept looking between the door and Killua's cat like expression.
"Just ask from out there!" The man's voice came again, clearer with the music lowered.
"It's a favor! C'mon, piggy, I don't really feel like screaming just to talk to you. Illu would hate it if I lost my voice because of you!" Sputtering and indignant cursing followed and Killua looked smug and victorious. Gon blinked. So this was how siblings worked?
The door swung open much too suddenly and Gon flinched, although Killua just crossed his arm. Milluki only considered Gon for a second through squinted eye before they landed on Killua again.
"What is it?" He asked.
"I want you to show my friend about EDM today." He said. Milluki looked at Killua with surprise then bursted into laughter.
"Hahaha, and why should I help you or do what you say?" He sneered at him. Killua's expression changed into one of frustrated contemplation.
"You know your stuff. I can't teach him as well as you could. And you know if he just learns from radio noise, his EDM will come out like crap…" Killua said, lowering his head like it was a shame, sliding his hands in his pockets. But Gon could see from where he stood that Killua looked like a cat that laid the bait for its mouse. Apparently Milluki took it as he puffed up.
"Darn right, that radio noise is crap! What they call remixes suck! They just add horn noises and laser zaps and scratch a record too close to a microphone and they think that's music. They speed it up and slow it down to a disgusting warped version. Remixes should add to the original piece without taking away from it. It could be its own song if it wasn't so closely tied to the original song. Remixes should pull and push, and drop and catch you when you least expect it, beats and bass where the artist was too dumb not to do it themselves-!" He cut himself short, catching the admiring looks on both of the kid's faces. He blushed furiously and turned around to slam the door.
"Shut up! Got me ranting for no reason, you're so annoying, Killu!"
"Wait!" Gon cried out, speaking out for the first time since they got there. "That was really amazing, all you were talking about!" Gon said. "I think that's the kind of EDM I want. You sound so impressive and that you really know what you're talking about, I'd love to learn from you. Killua spoke so highly of you, you must be a great teacher." Gon said. Killua's mouth opened in surprise and he blushed a bit before hitting Gon on the back.
"What the hell, Gon, don't go telling him stuff like that! That's embarrassing!" He muttered. Milluki blushed too and his eyes landed on the silver headphones he made for Killua all those years ago and he turned back into his darkened room.
"... Whatever, I can teach you some simple basics." He muttered walking in. Both Gon and Killua lit up before exchanging looks and running inside.
"Yay! Thanks, piggy!" Killua cried, running past Milluki and into his swivel chair, sliding past his electric keyboard and desk.
"Ya, thanks piggy!" Gon parroted Killua.
"Don't call me that! The name's Milluki! Get off my chair, brat! Geez, what the hell did I get into?" He grumbled, Killua darting out of his chair before Milluki could sit on him.
"Mh! I'm Gon, by the way!" Gon said, coming to stand by Milluki's desk. It was crazy, he had maybe 5 monitors spaced out in front of his desk, and 3 different keyboards, and an electric sound board installed directly into the face of the desk. It looked very complicated and confusing.
"Don't look down, you'll overwhelm yourself." Milluki stated, sliding up to the desk. Gon promptly looked up instead, staring straight at the screen. Milluki clicked up a program to show on the biggest and central computer screen.
"This is what's usually used to compose EDM music, to warp voices and crap. C'mere, brat." Milluki said while pulling up a small custom microphone from a small compartment somewhere beneath his desk. Killua stepped up to his other side where the microphone was. "Sing something." He pointed. Killua huffed and rolled his eyes but bent over and sang into it "Party"- breaking the word up into 3 simple note inflection. The soundwaves of the the call structured out onto the program on the screen.
"Wow!" Gon said.
"Then you can layer beats like cymbals, metronome, or stuff like that over it." Milluki commenced showing them the ways of remix and EDM, having much too fun with the speeding up and slowing down functions. Before they left, Killua played a couple of remixes Milluki had made for Gon to hear examples of most things they learnt that day. An AMV labeled Magi- The Dayman contained his music, a great beat and bottoming out beats and unexpected twists and turns.
"Wow, amazing! Can't you do the EMD for me in my piece, Milky?" Gon asked.
"No! Brat…" Milluki huffed. "That's not even a good piece." He huffed.
"See? What'd I tell you?" Killua said, nomming on a chocolate bar Killua found under Milluki's pillows. "Oh! There's this one song he helped me make, I love that one too…" Killua said, pulling up Idols EDM. Gon gasped.
"Wow! This is amazing. I definitely want to put EDM in my final piece, Killua!" Gon said, flopping on the bed.
"EDM, and classical orchestra? It sounds a mess, Gon." Killua laughed at him.
"Ah? Classical?" Milluki said with a smile. "That's my expertise. When you're learning how to do that, you have to come to me for that." He said, rolling his swivel chair away from the bed and back to the desk. Gon and Killua beamed, exchanging looks.
"Alright, piggy!"
"Stop calling me piggy!"
"Hey, can I try to make my own piece?"
"No!"
"You're so freakin' cute!-"
"Gon, I swear to gawd, if you don't stop!" Killua gritted out. Wednesday was Furry Day, which many people honorably decided to bow out from. But Gon being Gon couldn't let anything slip through his fingers. He bought them matching dog and cat felt ears to wear around for the day. There was corresponding collars with a bone and paw tags but Killua was calling it there. Gon wore his, and Killua's pretty sure he was going to explode from embarrassment. It wasn't even that bad that those that decided to not dress up looked at those that did looked on like judges, or those that did decide to dress up looked on like they found their people.
It was mostly Gon and his stray comments on how good he looked in his white fluff ears.
"Your hair hides where it connects and it looks like it really is your ears!" Gon gushed again. Killua rubbed his face, a perpetual blush on his face for that day.
"Gon, please… I'm now begging you to stop or else I'll take them off!" Killua said with finality. Gon sucked his lips into his mouth in silence. Killua let out a breath in relief. Then a sound of a picture being taken had Killua's eyes flying open to see Gon trying to take as many pictures as he could.
"Gon! I swear- o my- I hate you!" He cried out in outrage as he fought Gon for his phone. Gon just laughed and took a couple close ups.
"Nice, guys." Zushi said, crossing his arms. They both stopped in the struggled and separated, Killua in defeat and Gon in triumph.
"Whatever, it's not even worth it." Killua huffed. Zushi nodded, his raccoon ears flopping a bit with the motion.
"Well, are you excited for after school today?" Zushi asked.
"Yea! Sounds fun!" Killua said, his eyes lighting up. That day, the school was setting up Spirit Fair. Rock climbing, bouncy house, giant inflatable ball games, and plenty of food. And since it was early day, Gon and Killua can stay afterwards for an hour before they have to go and train.
"MH! I think it was a great idea on the MSSC's part to have a midweek celebration to help students get through the rest of the week. It can get ruff after Wednesday." Gon proceeded to show off his troll face in Killua's direction, waiting for Killua to get his pun. Killua's face scrunched into a sour look once he got it and was so proud of himself when he refrained himself from punching Gon in the face and just punched him in the gut. Gon bent over laughing and wheezing.
-o0o0o0o-
Killua was happy to be able to scrub himself clean at the end of the day. Both literally and mentally. He doesn't think he'll ever be able to wear furry things ever again. He was pretty neutral about it before but Gon ruined it for him today. But he was also filthy after running and playing hard with Gon at the Fair. They had a competition to see who could win more of the games, but it turned out as a tie. Kurapika and Melody, who was dressed as a bunny, had kept score for them so none of them could claim they had actually won. He was tired now, but today's training should be pretty chill. He just needed to shower first, but then he was heading to Gon's place to practice their rapping and such.
Killua let out a loaded sigh. Showers were so therapeutic, warmth dripping and caressing down his skin never failed to roll the tension out his limbs that anxiety always seem to wind tight through the day. He sighed out as his mind went blank and he just let the waves of water roll over him, but then he heard his sigh skip around on the walls. Killua blinked against the water pelleting his face then remembered what Gon had told him earlier in the week...
He bit his lip as he looked about, as though checking for anyone in the shower with him.
C'mon Killua you can do it... apparently people do it all the time. Sing in the shower... Killua thought as he let out a brief exhale.
"I don't know, it's just something about ya." Killua started hesitantly. "Got me feeling like I can't be without ya. Anytime someone mention your name, I be feeling as if I'm around ya."
He had to admit, he did sound great. He always knew him and his family was blessed with vocals, but he never was one to enjoy it himself. Hearing himself like this… with no one else. It was like giving himself a personal concert. He started to get more into it.
"Ain't no words to describe you baby, All I know is that you take me high. Can you tell that you drive me crazy? 'Cause I can't get you out my mind! Thinkin' of ya when I'm goin' to bed, When I wake up think of ya again! You are my homie, lover and friend, Exactly why…" Gon easily came to his mind as he sang, letting that fuel the emotions in his voice as he sang, enjoying the result in his singing.
"You light me up inside, Like the 4th of July! Whenever you're around, I always seem to smile! And people ask me how, Well your the reason why I'm dancing in the mirror and singing in the shower! Ladade ladada ladada!"
Illumi was walking past the bathroom when he heard noises. Illumi huffed a bit and started walking more briskly, he doesn't desire to hear Milluki going at it in the shower with himself today. But then he realized the noises were on a recognizable meter... and words.
He paused in front of the bathroom and leaned a bit towards the door, only to hear...
"Killu's singing in the bathroom?" Illumi asked himself.
"Singing in the shower! Ladade ladada ladada! Singing in the shower!"
Killua never sings in the bathroom, he usually resigns himself to not needing to sing unless necessary. And Illumi always supported that ideal, the smaller the supply, the greater the demand. Illumi is happy to hear his little brother in ways he haven't been able to in awhile, but change is not always good.
-o0o0o0o-
"And rapping is a good way to sharpen your wit, reaction time, and can help you come up with lyrics when writing songs because freestyle rapping is on the fly. You have to be good at rhyme, meter, and innovation." Killua explained, pacing the small of Gon's room.
"Mh!" Gon listened intently trying to take in all the notes.
"What we'll do is bounce ideas, lines, and snippets back and forth, and hopefully by this way, we can get you used to it. This might need more than one day, but the practice will help. There's a Rap Battle tomorrow between passing, and we're joining. It should be quick and the time before class is the timer to vote for a winner. It's a cover version, you can add your own lyrics if you want or if you need to connect two seemingly disconnected lines of songs. So we'll listen to other rap songs first then, we'll have 10 minutes to gather some thoughts or lines, and bounce back and forth. Tomorrow will be your practice with mostly rhyme and quick wit since it won't be freestyle. Ok?" Killua explained. Killua cried out in surprise when he saw Gon's ears smoking and his eyes swirling.
("No, no, I got it!"
"Are you sure?")
The following roast battle that lasted into the night was hilarious and fun for the both of them.
"Cute pajamas." Kurapika hummed, smiling at his younger friend. Thursday was Pajamas day, which Gon's pretty sure the whole school did. Well, who doesn't wish to never change out of their pajamas? But Gon's pretty sure some of these pajamas weren't the ones they sleep in but ones they brought to look fashionable in. In contrast, Gon really did look like he was asleep when he decided just to wear his camo Pj pants and a white tank, plus his green jacket to keep the fall weather from making his teeth chatter.
"Thanks Kurapika." Gon stuck his tongue out and rubbed the back of his head.
"Well, you always look like you're in pajamas, what the hell even is your outfit?" Killua's voice rang out from behind Gon and he sighed.
"I'm sure this is my fault. We were roasting each other last night and I think Killua still has some fire in him, so he's just fiery today." Gon explained to Kurapika as he looked over Gon's shoulder to see the situation. Killua was head butting with Ponzu as they glared at each other.
"My outfit is classy!" She defended.
Killua was wearing a silk blue pajama with little doodled clouds on it and a sleep mask up in his hair, matching his outfit except the smiling moon on each side. Ponzu wore a satin night gown, and a matching draping coat over her shoulder. Pokkle, wearing simple cotton pants and long sleeve shirt, was shaking his head as his girlfriend fought with Gon's best friend.
"What are they even fighting about?" Kurapika asked.
"I don't know anymore. Ponzu said something about Killua's pajamas and I think it exploded from there." Gon shrugged feeling a bit tired. Kurapika laughed behind his hand.
-o0o0o0o-
"Go, go, go!" Killua snickered and laughed as the bell for first period rang. They rushed out to get to the courtyard quick so they have plenty of time for the rap battle, they only had about 15 minutes in passing- extended after Gon spoke with Netero about it.
They got there as other students reached the courtyard and he recognized the rap referee who would call low blows or credit good verses where they come, and even Todo, the man who bullied Zushi earlier that year, was there.
"Aight!" The ref called. "We got until minute bell to spit out the sickest raps you remember, its cover songs, not original, so if you remember anything, jump on it. Anything you can use to roast, boast, or generally coast goes! The crowds' cheers determine the winners. I'll start us off and lay down the meter." The crowd let out their cheers as the ref began puffing a beat and the rap participants started bouncing to catch the beat. Killua clasped a hand on Gon's shoulder to help reassure him.
Ref:
"Look! If you had one shot, or one opportunity to seize everything you ever wanted in one moment, would you capture it or just let it slip? Yo!
"His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy, There's vomit on his sweater already: Mom's spaghetti! He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready, To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud, He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out He's choking, how? Everybody's joking now, The clock's run out, time's up, over—blaow!
"Snap back to reality, oh, there goes gravity, oh, There goes Rabbit, he choked, he's so mad, but he won't Give up that easy, no!
"You better lose yourself in the music, The moment, you own it, you better never let it go! You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow! This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, You better lose yourself in the music, The moment, you own it, you better never let it go! You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow! This opportunity comes once in a lifetime,
You better…!"
Killua jumped in first to start it off.
Killua:
"I fly with the stars in the skies
I am no longer trying to survive
I believe that life is a prize
But to live doesn't mean you're alive-"
Todo:
"-They say I'm crazy, well I'm 'bout to go dumb again
They ain't see me cause I pulled up in my other Benz
Last week I was in my other other Benz
Throw your diamonds up cause we in this - another 'gain!" Todo countered. Killua started with his counter first.
Killua:
"Don't worry 'bout me and who I fire
I get what I desire, it's my empire
And yes I call the shots, I am the umpire
I sprinkle holy water upon the vampire
In this very moment I'm king
In this very moment I slay Goliath with a sling
In this very moment I bring, put it on everything
That I will retire with the ring" The crowd responded to his verse and cheered over what Todo would say next. Gon jumped in next with the verses he knew.
Gon:
"Yeah, photo shoot fresh, lookin like wealth
I'm 'bout to call the paparazzi on myself
Uh, live from the Mercer
Run up on Yeezy the wrong way I might murk ya
Flee in the G-450 I might surface
Political refugee asylum can be purchased
Uh, everything's for sale
I got five passports, I'm never goin to jail"
Most of the participants didn't want to go up against Gon , but some admiring student stepped up for the chance to sing with the Gon Freecss. Win or lose, it was for the fun of the music.
RndStudent1:
"I walk through the valley of the shadow of death is
Top floor the view alone will leave you breathless (gasp)!
Try to catch it (gasp)! It's kinda hard
Getting choked by the detectives yeah yeah now check the method"
Gon:
"Shout out to my haters," Gon sang counter lyrics.
"Sorry that you couldn't faze me
Ain't being cocky, we just vindicated
Best believe that what we done this moment
Will be syndicated, I don't know
This night just remind me of
Everything they deprived me of
Put your drinks up
It's a celebration everytime we link up
We done did everything they could think of
Greatness is what we on the brink of!" The crowds cheers were obviously in Gon's favor so the student stepped down but not before he exchanged a hand slapping handshake with Gon. The lull in lyrics flow caused the ref to step back up to keep the songs going.
Ref:
"You better lose yourself in the music, The moment, you own it, you better never let it go! You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow! This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, You better lose yourself in the music, The moment, you own it, you better never let it go! You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow! This opportunity comes once in a lifetime,
You better…!"
Another soul came up to try and spit out some fire,
RndStudent2:
"Couture level flow, it's never goin on sale
Luxury rap, the Hermes of verses
Sophisticated ignorance, write my curses in cursive
I get it custom, you a customer
You ain't 'custommed to goin through customs, you ain't been nowhere, huh?"
Killua cut in, having much too much fun to let it go, and went to to shut it down.
Killua:
"Hold up, before we end this campaign
As you can see we done bodied the damn lanes
Lord, please let them accept the things they can't change
And pray that all of their pain be champagne" Cheers erupted at the verse, and the student pretended to die, everyone hopping with the beat excited. Todo tried for rhyming again.
Todo:
"I was playing in the beginning, the mood all changed
I've been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage
But I kept rhyming and stepped right into the next cypher
Best believe somebody's paying the Pied Piper!" Gon jumped in to counter.
Gon:
"This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!
Mike! - He doesn't need his name up in lights
He just wants to be heard whether it's the beat or the mic!" The crowd was eating up the beats and battle. By the end of the battle, the crowd was cheering much too much.
"Alright, Alright! Then it's a tie! Good job everyone, remember to love ya music!" The ref said, dismissing the group. Everyone was cheering and happy.
"That was amazing! If we can, can we put rapping in the piece?" Gon asked. Killua laughed, rubbing his face.
"Should I have expected anything else?" Killua asked himself. "Yea."
"Whoo!" Gon cried out. He was having a great time this week.
-o0o0o0o-
"Tonight's a real interesting theme…" Killua hummed from the passenger seat of Gon's car. He was wearing a side barratt, white tank top with a loose knit sweater over it, a sleek black choker and black skinny jeans overlapped by his ankle boots. They were on their way to a speakeasy, places that used to be the only safe way to enjoy music and other people's company in the olden days. The school had rented out the space under a bar to use for a very chill and secretive aura.
"I know, it sounded really cool. Plus, who doesn't love just hanging out in a chill environment and listening to slow jams?" Gon asked, one hand on the wheel, the other propped on the open window. He was wearing a black shortsleeve turtleneck, with faded jeans. It looked too good, in Killua's opinion. It formed so nicely to his chest muscles, and showed off his arms. Killua just generally tried not to look over at him.
"Mh… It's right around here." Killua said, pointing at the building coming up on their right. There was a small line coming around the building and down some steps. They parked and got out and joined the line, some students greeting them as they noticed them, all half lidded eyes and round glasses. They looked like they were ready for a poetry reading.
"This is really cool..." Killua said as they got to the speakeasy entrance, a small line outside the door like some real, lowkey, conspiracy stuff. Everyone low lit in street light gold.
"Yea, I really feel like I'm back in the time of prohibition, back when music was outlawed, along with happiness, puppies, and babies." Gon chuckled, looking over at Killua. Killua raised an eyebrow at him.
"You think you're funny, huh?"
"Uh-huh."
-o0o0o0o-
"Welcome to rhythm and blues, slow jams singing..." Melody welcomes, wearing round shades and a barret, a long flowing jumper that looks like a dress. She was welcomed with snapping, the ambiguous audience barely lit up to be seen by the intimate small lamp décor in the middle of every table. Melody kept speaking as Killua turned to Gon. Gon caught the movement out the corner of his eye and turned to him to, only for his breath to catch in his throat.
The light underneath them gave a positive golden spark in his eye while it also softly lit up his features. His hair easily adopted the characteristic of the light in front of them.
"It looks like it's gonna be song covers all night. I don't mind staying and listening. Did you want something to drink from the bar?" Killua asked.
"Uuuh.." Gon said, his brain refusing to restart backup and give a reply in proper time.
"It's ok, it's all alcohol free, this is still a school organized event, after all." Killua chuckled, getting up from his seat. Others began getting up as well as Melody said it was a sign up style event.
"I'll just get 2 cranberry apples then?" Killua asked Gon. "Neat or on the rocks?" Killua asked with a teasing smirk on his features, the light making it seem even more feline.
"Wow..." Gon breathed. "I mean, the-the- rocks one..." Gon stumbled through his sentence. Killua laughed and walked off. Gon watched him go, a little too long, too satisfied with just watching that figure go, when he jumped up. He wanted to sing tonight too!
Shock couldn't describe what Killua felt when Gon got up after the latest number they just listened to. It was a cool chill atmosphere, listening to people sing to a tempo that was 50 beats per minute or slower. Some people's Hatsu shone tonight with their trilling tones caressing notes longer than needed, and purring into the microphones to give off the classy sleazy feel.
Killua was surprised Gon got up to go next, when did he sign up? He was right here at the table to whole time! Killua watched Gon's figure walk up the stage and to the microphone in the center of the circular spotlight.
"Hey, everyone..." Gon let out in a low voice, his mouth covered by the mic. He was met with snaps, a few whistling cheers and a couple claps. He chuckled into the microphone, ducking his head a bit bashfully at that. Killua couldn't help but chuckle from his spot at the table he was now at by himself. He didn't know what Gon was doing, but he wouldn't mind 3 to 4 minutes of listening to Gon's soothing and deep voice sing some slow jams.
"The song I'm going to sing is an oldie but a goldie... I hope you like it..." Gon said. More snapping and calls were made and he closed his eyes as the music started. When some people recognized it, they gave out a couple cheers. When Gon began humming vocalizations, most everyone reacted with cheers before quieting down to listen for his start. When Gon opened his bright liquid gold eyes, they were pinned right to Killua.
It took Killua's breath away. Then he started singing.
"I must have rehearsed my lines a thousand times, Until I had them memorized." He vocalized, deep and smooth, and a blush was on Killua's face soon after. It didn't help that Gon wouldn't stop staring at him. He had to look elsewhere eventually right?
"But when I get up the nerve to tell you The words just never seem to come out right! If only you knew how much I do, Do love you... If only you knew, How much I do, I do need you…" Gon sang, only breaking eye contact with Killua to close his eyes in the passion of the song.
"I dream of moments we share but your not there, I'm living in a fantasy. Cause you don't even suspect, Could probably care less, About the changes I been going through.
"If only you knew how much I do, Do love you. If only you knew, How much I do, I do need you…!"
Why wouldn't Gon just look elsewhere? Unless… this song was for him? No, it had to be coincident. He was nervous and looking at him helps, or… Gon met his eyes again and electricity zapped around his stomach, making it difficult for him to breath. It had to be coincident…
"No, you don't even suspect, Could probably care less, About the changes I been going through!
If only you knew how much I do, Do love you. If only you knew, How much I do, I do need you… If only you knew how much I do, Do love you. If only you knew, How much I do, I do need you!" The crowd started snapping and letting out quiet whoops as the song winded down and Gon vocalized, straight to Killua's heart.
"Oh, if, if… In my… Love you… Iife... You don't know, I say you don't know, How much I need you sugar… If only you knew, How much I do, I say you don't know that I love you, And I'm so fond of you... I love you baby…" Gon ended with a wink then broke the spell with a bashful laugh.
"Thank you." He said as the audience clapped and he hopped off the stage. Killua gulped as Gon approached, still looking amazing.
Killua felt too warm…
Friday was World Star day. To encourage students to think about their future as a world star and develop their concept. It was the day Gon was most excited about. He knew he wanted his image as a World Star to be something a little less flashy and idealistic, but a more refined version of himself. He wants to think that when he goes on to become a world star, he'll still be himself. He won't let his label change or control him and he'll always sing what's true to himself. And he was excited to show this to the rest of the school.
Plus, today was the day that they announced which school grade was the winner of the spirit week with the most spirit points. They would announce it after the End of the Spirit week Spirit Party. A Lot of spirit, but who minded? Throughout the week, even more students were converted to see the joys of music for the sake of music.
Gon checked his phone and bit his lip. He felt a wave of regret hit him again although it ebbed away soon after. Gon tries really hard never to regret anything in his life, every choice brings him to the him he is now. But it was hard not to regret singing the song he did or at least so intently at Killua last night. After he returned to his seat, he was pretty happy with the flustered responses he was getting, at least some of his feelings reached Killua. But then he was avoiding eye contact, keeping himself closed in so there was no chance in contact and the talking was minimal. Gon was the one who ended up trying to fill up the awkward silence in the car on the way home by himself. And then when Killua got out his car to go through the gate to his house, he didn't even turn around when he said good night. It left a terrible feeling sitting in the pit of his gut, that he might have messed up. Rushed things too fast and now he scared Killua off.
He had texted him that morning but he hadn't gotten any reply back. Gon was mostly just waiting to see Killua again. He doesn't think the rock in his gut will leave until he sees those adorable baby blues again.
He was actually wearing the leather jacket outfit he had picked out last with Killua from last Friday to show the kind of World Star he'd be, and his Gibson accompanied him today on his back. Simple but fashionable, and still a bit of rustic. He stood by his and Killua's locker, looking down and lost in thought.
"Gon?"
Gon looked up way too fast, nearly giving himself whiplash, but saw it was only Ponzu.
"Oh, hey... wow, you look amazing." He complimented, gesturing to her. She blushed, fiddling with her over skirt. She wore Persian inspired clothing, crop top covered with sheer draping, puffy pants and curled toed shoes, her hair up with shiny jewel hair accessories.
"Thank you Gon. You too. Real simple, but a real looker." She said. Gon ducked his head a bit in thanks. "Um, so whats up? You looked so broody, it was kinda scary." She said. Gon blinked with an o face then shook his head, laughing sheepishly.
"Sorry if I scared you, I just got lost in thought." He hummed. She nodded.
"Um... this whole week was amazing, and it was thanks to you. You really did alot for everyone at this school, whether they'd think so or not. You shouldn't look so regretful." She said, leaning on the locker next to him.
"Oh! Nonononono! I don't, no I would never regret doing this! There's nothing I'm sorry for that happened this week. Except that I couldn't do absolutely everything. Um, I was just thinking about..." Gon trailed off, not knowing if he should confide in her what happened last night. Was she even there? He looked up and felt like he could breath in the first time since last night.
"Killua..." He breath, pushing off the lockers and walking over to the starlit teen walking with his head down.
"...Oh." She said, coming to a realization.
Killua heard his name being called and looked up. His eyes widened when he saw it was Gon. Gon saw that moment of hesitation and stalls in his approach. He didn't want to scare Killua off anymore than he already did.
"H-hey..." Gon gave a small side smile. Killua pressed his lips together in a tight line before giving a small nod and said, "Hey." Gon gave a gulp, the rock in his gut seeming to grow 3 times in size. Still one worded answers from last night, huh?
"Um..." He trailed, looking over Killua. He was... actually wearing nothing much different than usual. "You're World Star concept?" He asked, punching himself in the face mentally for that segmented sentence. Killua looked down at himself and sighed.
"Yea, I... was already wearing what I would as a World Star, and... it's not like I know what concept I want as World Star if I was able to think of one myself." He shrugged, looking down by Gon's shoes. It wasn't a good sign Killua hasn't even moved in his direction since he spotted Gon.
"Killua, if I upset you in anyway-" Gon started, the wave of regret coming down like a crushing tsunami. When he stepped forward, Killua took a step back and Gon didn't think anything hurt more than that moment, watching Killua shrink from him.
"No, you didn't... Gon..." Killua said, a blush on his face, looking down.
"I-I..." Gon croaked, a loss for words.
"Geez, Killua, your fashion is even worse than usual today!" Ponzu laughed out as she came over. "Or maybe its because even Gon took the time to look good today that you look shabby in comparison." She threw an arm over his shoulders. Both Gon and Killua looked at her with owlish eyes.
"That's not true, I think Killua looks great!" Gon chirped in, his heart beating way too loudly in his ears, but he kept a smile on his face. He hoped it would help with the mood. Killua took the turn to look at Gon with owlish eyes, feeling left out of something or like he was sent to another dimension.
"W-y-I- you...!" He sputtered, lost for words.
"What? You can't complement your best friend back?" She asked, flicking his nose to snap him out of it. He scoffed at that and threw her arms off his shoulders.
"I can! I will! Gon, you look great! My favorite outfit!" He cried, a couple students around them looking at them. Killua blushed at that, realizing what he just shouted.
"I-I mean!" Gon laughed out, maybe a little too loudly, but the relief was too real. He went over to let Killua hide his burning face in his chest.
"It's ok, Killua! Thanks for the compliment!" It means the world to me…
-o0o0o0o0o-
The party was after school.
"Yea, I have a late photo shoot tonight, so I'm not looking to do training today anyways. We can stay for the party." Killua said with a smile as the last bell rang.
"Aw, I'm kinda sad, this party marks the end of Spirit Week. It was so much fun, I'll miss the events."
"Come on, it's not like the MSSC is getting disbanded. The spirit week was their launch, but they'll be doing events like this to help students remember the reason to sing." Killua said.
"That's true." Gon said after a pause. "But this week long party was fun anyway." Killua nodded.
"I don't think I'd want it every so often though, too much socializing for me. I'll stick with once a year." Gon laughed, nudging Killua. They met up with Zushi and started heading towards the cafeteria where the party was being held. They heard the music even before the doors opened.
~ I rock to the beat till I'm tired (tired)
Walk n the club it's fiya (fiya)
Get it krunk and wired
Wave your hands scream louder!
"Wah! It's so loud!" Gon said looking around at the food tables set up and the open mic on the cafeteria stage. He looked over to Killua. "Will you be ok?" Gon asked.
"Of course, Idiot. Don't worry about me, you just enjoy the culmination of your spirit week..."
"Of course I'll always worry about you." Gon shrugged. "But I promise not to dote on you." He nodded.
~ If you smoke den fiya it up
Bring the roof down
Then holla
If you tipsy stand up
DJ turn it louder
Take sumbody by the waist then uh
Now tho it in they face like uh
Hypnotic robotic
This here will rock your bodies
They met up with their friends, Kurapika, Pokkle, Ponzu, and they congratulated Melody on a week well done. Most students knew Melody as the face of MSSC more so than the actual president of the MSSC since they never see him. Who even was it? Gon can't remember from the meetings. They danced together, having fun for the last event of the week, because next week they'll have to go back on focusing on school with all they have.
~ Take sumbody by the waist then uh
Now tho it in they face like uh
Systematica static
This hit be automatic
Work wait
Work work work wait
Work work work wait
Work work work wait
Do it right
Killua went to get himself and Gon some punch when he came back to see a group of girls talking with- no, flirting with Gon. Killua bit his bottom lip, stalling at seeing that. He let out a short breath and finished the walk over to Gon.
"Hey, who are these girls?" Killua asked trying to go for breezy. Gon looked back at Killua, surprised at seeing him so suddenly.
"O-oh! Do you remember the girl group from the first week of school-?"
"Hey, Killua! We were just trying to get Gon to dance with us! He is giving such weak excuses though!" The leader said.
How about he just doesn't want to, you-
"Gon! You should go dance." Killua said, leaning a bit closer to Gon's ear so he could hear.
"Wh-what?" Gon asked with slightly wide eyes. It took everything in Killua's power to not just break down and cry or scream or retract the offer right there. He smiled and nodded.
"Go, I've been hogging you all night. Dance with someone else. I'll hold your drink until you come back." He said. Gon furrowed his eyebrows as the girls cried their cheers.
"Whoo! Yay, c'mon Gon, you heard him, you have permission to come dance, let's go!" They proceeded to drag him off, but Gon kept looking back.
Stop looking back, you idiot… Killua thought, clutching Gon's drink.
But I don't want to dance with anyone else but you...
~ Hit the floor hit the floor
Hit the floor hit the floor
Hit the floor hit the floor
Hit the floor
"It can be frustrating..." Illumi's voice rang from his left, and Killua wanted to say he was surprised but this sick joke was repeated so many times, he can't say he was. "...To see your so called friends leave you all alone so easily."
"I told him to go, Illumi." Killua informed him.
"And so easily he went. You did the right thing, playing close to the vest and keeping him at arm's length. Any closer and it starts to cut."
"Thank you, Illumi, for your insightful words."
"I'm telling you, Killu. You don't need friends, they'll just distract you from your ultimate goal. Let them go, it's better this way."
Killua grit his teeth so hard it hurt.
"What are you even doing here anyway, il-!?" Killua whipped around to yell at him only to see there was no one behind him. He looked left and right but didn't see any sign of him. He was starting to wonder if Illumi was ever there to begin with. He turned back around to watch Gon, dancing in the midst of girls pretty modestly.
Killua wished he wasn't like this all the time. He turned to leave.
~Everybody here
Get it outta control
Get your backs off the wall
Cause misdemeanor said so
Everybody
Everybody
Everybody….!
So that was chapter 9, finished the day of it was suppose to go up, which is why I had to edit later! So tell me what you think of my first writing style, it's not that different, but I tried not to over explain things too much and let your guy's minds figure it out.
Its also really summarized because of the lack of time, and I plan on going back to expand certain parts I originally had longer anyways, but tell me if you guys perfer the summarized versions. Sorry for anything I repeat or drive home constantly. I don't remember things I explicitly wrote or things I just tease at, so I just tend to repeat things.
So do any of you guys know any beautiful orchestral pieces? I mainly listen to piano instrumentals if listening to classical at all, and I need something for Kurapika. Kudos if there is violins in there!
Who let me write a rap scene? It was terrible. Alot of you guys were confused, and I tried to go back and fix it, at the cost of format? Hopefully it makes more sense?
Guu, Guu, Guu and Smiling Equation suggested by Ao3 commenter Power9987
Try Everything- Shakira suggested by Ao3 commenter ctumblr413
Spanish translation! (Courtesy of Google Translate)
**You are so enticing, little one. I can't wait to find out all that you do…
**Back off Hisoka, leave your perverted comments for some illegal website
And because speakeasys had a different function in the world history, I changed it for the purpose of this story:
**A speakeasy is a place during the prohibition that you went to to drink alcohol- in this alternate world, it was the speakeasy where people could enjoy music when it was attempted to be censored by the government long ago.
=EDIT= (12/21/2017)
I added the music list, minor story edits, Rap Scene edited, Author notes edited, Character Card added, answered reviews.
