Trigger warning for Abuse and violence, self harm and PTSD. Still within Teen rating but if this triggers you I suggest not read in, this fic is pretty dark for the first few chapters. However it does get good and fluffy I swear.

It was dark, a couple hours after midnight. Too late for this.

The moon was full, but the two boys huddling together in the corner of their small upstairs room, as close the sliding mirror closet as possible without entering, were anything but enjoying the brisk cold night.

In fact, they could hardly hear the crickets over the screaming match downstairs, occasionally drowned out by the slamming of some door or the smashing of some object.

They were glad, if anything, that their doors had locks and their foster parents were downstairs. Because even from up where they were, far in the back of their dark moonlit room, the conversation was clear as day.

"IT'S YOUR FAULT YOU IDIOT! IF IT WEREN'T FOR ALL YOU'RE "SPREES" WE'D BE FINE!" A loud deep voice slurred and shouted.

"OH IT'S MY FAULT NOW!?" An equally loud, much more shrill and clear voice screeched into the night, "LAST TIME I CHECKED, HALF OF THIS DARNED MONEY WENT TO YOUR DRUGS AND BOOZE YOU DITZY OLD MAN!"

"OH REALLY? LAST TIME I CHECKED YOU BENEFITED FROM THAT TOO WOMEN!"

"WELL AT LEAST I DON'T GO GAMBLE AWAY THE MONEY WE DO HAVE!"

"OHHHHH RIGHT CAUSE YOU'VE NEVER COME IN HERE DRUNK AS A CAT ON NIP AND GIVING OTHER MEN MY WELL EARNED MONEY!"

"WHY YOU-!"

CRASH.

Both boys cringed backwards into the wall, covering their ears.

Tears had been streaming down Gon's face for a while now, but looking over and seeing Killua's own tears start to spill spelled out how bad this particular time was.

They both already had a plethora of injuries, everything between lacerations, to burns, bruises, and any "minor" injuries in between.

But Killua usually just shut down. He had been shut down for a few hours now, and,, "came back" so to say, about two hours who, panicked to find the screaming only louder than before.

Gon did not really like it when Killua shut down, but that was mostly jealousy. Killua had been through more than Gon could even imagine, (Though Killua would point out the burn scares covering much of Gone right face, shoulder, and arm and beg to differ) but he would love the ability to simply hit the off button and get away from this Hell of a home.

And because, when Killua shut down, Gon was alone. Mentally, at least, but he still was glad to have Killua to at least grasp physically to ground him.

Another loud bang had them wincing even closer too each other, Killua even reaching for the closet.

The closet was for emergencies. They couldn't risk it being found out. Not the closet itself, but what was inside.

They'd discovered it the third month, (it'd been about two years). There was a small door that lead to an extra storage space. They quickly took advantage of this, put some blankets in it, and hid it behind empty bins.

They his in there when they feared for their lives.

Gon was surprised they'd lasted this long.

Killua looked incredulously at Gon, a sort of begging look in his dull blue eyes.

"Gon please?"

Gon wanted to say yes. They both had to agree before going to their storage bunker. They'd made that rule when they first found it.

But something in him said it was fine, they were downstairs. It was okay.

"A little longer Killua," he whispered shakily, "t-they aren't up here. Maybe they'll stay downstairs?"

Gon's reasoning was false hope, they both knew it. Gon's red rimmed, too-bright amber eyes were testification to that. But Killua couldn't help and believe right alongside Gon. It'd been like that since they were both sent here. Gon being the first person to treat Killua like a human deserving of anything had made them friends on the spot.

That and each other were all they had left.

"Okay." Killua whispered back, casting a shifty glance at their locked wooden door.

Even a steel one probably wouldn't be enough.

After all, their parents had a key. The only thing the lock gave was a meager few seconds to scramble into the closet.

An ineligible screech sounded from below, followed by steady pounding getting louder.

Both paled and looked in horror at the door, frozen for a split second in fear.

They were coming upstairs.

Less than a moment later both of them were up and ripping open the closet door.

Killua started moving the bins out of the way as fast as possible.

Gon glances back nervously at the door, the knob jostling violently.

Killua finally pulled away the bins and began opening the small door.

A split second of silence from behind them, then all at once-

BAM! BAM! BOOM!

Gon stared in horror as the wooden door fell off its hinges to reveal their foster father, tall and angry and smelling of weed and alcohol.

Gon did the only thing he could think of.

He shoved Killua into their hideaway, closed the door hastily and blocked it with the bins once more.

"What the- GON NO!" The muffled panicked voice from inside rang out, fist banging on the door from the inside.

Gon and then man who was his foster father were locked eyes.

One set hard, grey, and dark.

They others wide, terrified, glowing in the moonlight, and a small bloom of gratefulness that it was him and not Killua.

The space was closed in two long strides, and before he even knew it Gon was being held up, off his feet, dangling in the air by the collar of his green jacket.

"Where's the other one, brat." Came the steely thick voice. Menacing and dripping with bad intentions.

Gon didn't answer. Only stared into the eyes of the man, hearing the low sound of Killua in the background.

He'd given up yelling, and Gon supposed he was simply trying to get out now.

"Where's the other one."

Gon was drawn back to reality.

Well, if he was going to die here, at least get a little revenge?

Gon opened his mouth, but instead of answering, he blew hard on the mans face.

He sputtered and blinked relentlessly. Then he turned red.

"WHY YOU LITTLE!"

Gon felt the fist smash into his has before he saw it, and was slumped up on the floor before sailing through the air and smashing into the concrete wall even settled into his mind.

It wasn't the first time, but it still hurt like the devil.

And of course it wasn't anywhere near done.

The man was swift to walk over and kick hard and sharp to Gon's ribs, knocking what little air he had out with a loud crack.

Well, Gon thought in the strange calm his fear had given to, that at least fractured two.

It was quick to add up however as a particularly hard boot to his cage sent him flying once more and his arm was crushed under him at an awkward angle after hitting the wall.

Gon let out a weak strangled scream, trying to cradle his now broken arm.

He didn't get the chance before the man was on top of him again, fists back in place.

He punched Gon around a minute more, Gon getting scrapes from various random objects, and his left arm pulsing with pain in rhythm with his aching head, which he'd hit at least thrice.

The man then pick Gon's small shaking frame up by his throat and closer his grip, Gon's eyes widening and only useful arms twisting out in a vain attempt to free himself from the ironclad grasp.

It was then that Killua made his escape.

"LET HIM GO!" The albino screamed, kicking the 6ft man hard enough to surprise him into dropping the already unconscious Gon to the bloodied ground.

The man whirled on the ring on his finger scraping his cheek deeply as the punch hit the left of Killua's face.

His head snapped to the side, and he spat out blood, frozen.

He was so useless.

Another pair of footsteps.

Killua and the man turned to see their foster mother, short but strong.

"POUF I WASN'T DONE TALKING TO YOU!"

She had a trickle of blood running from her temple as she slapped the man hard on the face.

Killua took this opportunity to slip past him and to Gon's side.

"SHUT UP PEITOU!"

He slapped her back. The yelling match was back on.

Killua was quickly checking Gon over.

This is bad. He's bleeding way too much.

Killua looked around for anything, anything to help Gon when he spotted a silver phone on the ground.

A single mercy in this living Hell.

It must have slipped from the old mans pocket.

He reached out for it but was thrown to the ground as something hit him hard.

Whatever it was shattered around him, and he suddenly had a stabbing pain in his left side.

His ears were dining from pain, and he attempted to roll over, only to find the pain increase as it started flecking all over his body, his vision red and blurry.

He rolled onto his stomach.

Mistake mistake mistake.

Another stabbing pain erupted from his middle, and the one in his side only worsened.

Killua was barley conscious, but he could still see the phone. If he could only reach the darn thing.

He reached his hand out, ignoring as best he could how the tears in his eyes stung his cheeks as salt entered wounds, or how his side protested and pulled with every slight movement.

But in the end, he got it.

With what little bison he had he navigated to the number pad and punched in "911".

It picked up immediately.

"Hello how- oh my!"

The woman on the other end let out a yelp of surprise as the noise entered from Killua's end to hers, their "parents" now in a physical fight of their own.

"Are you okay? What's happening?"

Killua was losing vision fast, he had to make this quick.

"1019 Chimera boulevard….York New...Foster…. Need help….. He's bleeding out…. Please…"

Killua couldn't move his tongue anymore. His tongue was like a rock in his mouth.

"Hello? Sir? SIR!?"

His vision spotted, and blurred into black, his ears barely picking up the women's panicked tone:

"Hang on! Help is coming!"

Then, nothing.

O.O

Did y'all like that? Cause if not I'm not gonna write more... even though I have like a whole thing in my head XD

I just update so sporadically I want to warn you updates will be so inconsistent there will be points where you'll think "Is this even still going?"

The answer is yes. I am just slower than a turtle on drugs.

So uhhhh yeah review and tell me what you think XD

Bai~

-Arria (Uh-rye-uh) ;)