Chapter 8

WARNINGS

Jelly Killua | Profanity

Fluffy Moments

Key:

"Welcome"- Conversation

Back! – Thoughts

Readers – Nen Abilities / Emphasis on Words

The cool summer air kissed Jobien's face as soon as he stepped out of the door. Killua was no where in sight. Jobien quickly pulled the red scarf that was around his shoulders closer to his body as he called out, "Killua? Killua! Where are you?"

He frantically picked up the pace and began his descent down the hill leading to Aunt Mito's house. It's so dark outside. It's also kind of cold. Killua shouldn't be out here alone. A worried frown came across his face as he thought of Killua sitting in the dark all alone, cold.

He called out for him again when he had reached the bottom of the hill and didn't see Killua anywhere. A sharp panic started to settle in his chest. What if something happened to him?

The forest in front of him was shrouded in pitch-black darkness, the trees covered the ground from any moonlight that could possibly illuminate the grass below. He wasn't a big fan of the dark but for Killua, he kept going

Regret started to weigh heavily on his heart as he forged on through the forest. Regret and guilt… for what? What exactly could I have done wrong? He felt bad for simply knowing that he could have hurt Killua in any way. The white-haired boy had been nothing but good for him.

He let out a shaky sigh as he continued through the dark forest, "Killua! Killua! Please, Killua! Where did you go?"

A soft thud landed behind him and he froze. Before he would whip around to see who it was, he felt a warm breath on air on his neck. It made him shiver and a warm blush crept on his neck when he heard the person that was behind him begin to speak.

"Go back home, Jobien. You're going to get lost, you idiot."

Killua stepped out from behind him and continued walking in front of Jobien, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his shorts and his head hanging low.

After shaking himself out of his frozen state, Jobien followed him. "Killua! I'm not going home without you!" Killua ignored him and kept walking ahead of him to a clearing in the forest. Jobien's eyebrows knitted together in concern as he followed behind him, tripping over branches and rocks occasionally.

"Why are you ignoring me Killua? Can you please just talk to me. I-I don't know what I did wrong…"

He almost slammed into Killua's back when he abruptly stopped walking in the middle of the clearing. The moonlight illuminated the silver strands of his har and his pale skin. Killua looked over his shoulder to look at him with a hard look in his cerulean eyes.

"Don't you have somewhere else to be? Shouldn't you be leaving to pack with Kurapika?" Leave me alone." He growled, spitting out the name Kurapika like it was poison.

Packing? …Leaving? Killua continued walking, leaving him gaping at his retreating form. Is he… Jealous? He quickly ran after him, "Will you just stop for a minute! Why-why would I leave with Kurapika?"

Killua stopped but didn't turn around to look at him, "Man are you really that stupid? It was obvious, Kurapika clearly… made you happier than I could. So, leave." Killua kicked himself internally, he didn't mean to let that much emotion out in his response.

Jobien didn't know why, but it felt like Killua had kicked him in the chest. He rubbed his eyes at he tried to keep his tears at bay in his eyes.

"Killua look at me." Jobien pulled on his hand gently to make his eyes meet his. His deep blue eyes widened when he saw Jobien's distraught face. "Don't say that because that isn't true. Kurapika is just a friend. He gave me closure today over… my mom. But that doesn't mean I'm just going to get up and leave with him.

The white-haired boy stayed silent, so he continued.

Also, Gon, Alluka, and… and you Killua. I don't think I could ever just up and leave you guys now. I haven't had friends in a long time. I-I don't want to leave you guys. I won't unless you really want me too."

An emotion Jobien couldn't recognize flickered in Killua's eyes as he watched Jobien closely.

" I can tell that you don't want me to leave though. That's why you're so upset. I can feel it."

Killua almost choked when he said that to him with that soft green eyes in his look. His heartbeat faster against the confines of his chest as he looked at the brown-haired boy.

He squeezed his hand tighter, "So, will you stop trying to push me away? It actually hurts…" Why did I just admit that. He desperately fought off a blush. He quickly added, "Also there's no point. I can see straight through that tsundre attitude of yours."

Killua looked at him with an incredulous look in his eyes, "Hah? Tsundre! What are you talking about. idiot.

Jobien giggled softly, Killua could feel his cheeks flush at the sound of his laugh. He couldn't help the fact that it was him that got him to laugh.

God damn. What is he doing to me?

"Mhmm. Sure Killua. You're not tsundre at all." Jobien looked at him with a soft smile of amusement plastered across his face. Killua's pale blue eyes watched his green ones closely as the summer wind tossed his silver strands. He's so… beautiful. The weight of sadness, regret, and guilt had been lifted from his chest.

A blush spread like wildfire across his cheeks at the realization that he was still holding Killua's strong hand in his. The same happened to Killua. The two of them both pulled their hands away simultaneously.

Killua sighed and scratched the back of his neck as he looked away from Jobien. Desperately trying to hide his blush from his observant gaze. "Come on. Let's go home."

Jobien gulped and nodded his head quietly, "Yeah. Alluka must be worried."

He shivered in silence as he walked next to Killua through the woods. Killua sighed and shrugged off his blue hoodie, revealing his muscular arms. Jobien almost drooled at the sight of this.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

He tossed his hoodie towards him, "Put it on."

Jobien's eyebrows knit together in concern, "But won't you be- "

"I don't get cold. Just put it on." He said in a bored tone.

Jobien smiled to himself as he shrugged on the oversized hoodie over his head. Killua's warmth and smell lingered on it.

"Thanks, Killua."

"It's nothing."

A comfortable silence settled between the two of them and before they knew it, they were standing in front of Mito's house. Before they both went inside, Jobien broke the silence.

"Killua?"

"Hmmm?"

"Are we okay…?"

Killua smirked to himself, "Yeah. We're okay."

…

Killua learned from a young age that not everyone is dealt the lucky hand in life. Himself and Alluka certainty born into a life that Killua found to be the best. Who knows? Maybe somewhere out there someone would kill to be born into a life where your parents were the most respected assassins in the world. Where you were asked to sacrifice your childhood and innocence in exchange for learning how to kill others. Killua would never wish it on anyone to be born into the life he was born into.

Growing up, all he had was Alluka. He wasn't allowed to make any friends when he went outside. The only thing he was supposed to do when he went outside was to kill people.

Killua's childhood of being trained and used as a killing machine left him slightly bitter and cynical. Although he didn't outwardly show it, he was always fearful of losing the people closest to him. The people who he loved the most. Sometimes…the life he lived felt to good to be real. Like it could be taken away from him in any moment.

Jobien was different though.

His childhood, like Killua's, was full of pain and loneliness. Yet, every day, the brown-haired boy carried himself gracefully. Fierce, but so kind to everyone. So, so kind. Especially to his little sister Alluka. Killua would never want to say it out loud but, it warmed his heart to see him playing games with the little girl whenever he could. Or how he would cut the crust off her sandwiches when Aunt Mito would forget too. At times, Killua felt guilty for teasing him. But Jobien didn't seem to mind it much, oftentimes he would come up with an underhanded dig that made both Gon and Alluka laugh. Jobien trusted him wholeheartedly. Killua wasn't sure if he should admire his ability to trust so easily or chastise him for it.

Killua picked up on these little things gradually during the weeks after Leorio and Kurapika left Jobien with him, Gon, and Alluka on Whale Island. He also picked up on the fact that Jobien was quite the early bird.

There were times that Killua couldn't sleep, simply because after training as an assassin most of his life he had grown accustomed to not sleeping. He would be awake at the crack of dawn sometimes, simply staring at the ceiling waiting for the day to start. During these times that he was awake, he noticed that every morning. The smaller boy would stir right before the sun would peek over the horizon. Killua closed his eyes every time, pretending to be asleep.

Jobien would shuffle around in the room darkness of Gon's bedroom, pulling on his clothing for the day and throwing the strap of his sword holder over his chest, which Kurapika had given him the day before they left. Which pissed of Killua. Jobien would make his way out of the door, shutting it softly behind himself.

At first, Killua shrugged it off. Figuring that he was probably just going to watch the sunrise or something like that. But when he noticed it was a routine, he made his way towards the window in Gon's bedroom to see where he was going.

The stars were fading from the clear sky as he walked onto the thick grass in front of Gon's house. He walked until he was almost at the cliff of the edge overlooking the ocean. The wind from the sea tousled his brown curls. He wore a simple Killua watched as he inhaled the sea-salt air deeply.

Slowly, he reached with his right hand to grasp the black laced grip of his sword. The thin blade glinted in the golden light coming from the horizon as he pulled it out and held it in front of him with both hands. He took another deep breath as he began to balance himself, his black shoes digging into the dirt.

Killua watched him from the room with curious eyes.

He began twirling the sword with one hand, slowly at first, and then suddenly faster. Killua could barley keep up as he twirled and moved the sword. He tossed the sword up into the air. Killua watched it spun up into the air. He watched as it fell back down and landed straight into Jobien's hands. His cerulean eyes grew wide with amazement.

Although Killua had been kept away from the outside world for an exceptionally long time, he could tell when he saw someone beautiful and he saw someone beautiful right now.

Killua bit the inside of his cheek as he watched him. Jobien's green eyes were fierce with concentration, his medium brown curls glowed in the sunlight and moved like silk with each of his sword spins. There was no denying the Killua thought he was so cute… no he was more than that.

He was beautiful.

Killua slapped himself mentally as the rather evasive thought that suddenly appeared in his mind before laying back down and staring at the ceiling. Idiot, why do you always think of this stuff.

Killua didn't want to make watching him train with his sword a habit, but of course, it became a habit when he found himself awake at the crack of dawn. At first, he quietly observed from the bedroom window, but after a few mornings, he noticed that he would sit in the grass after a while of throwing, exhausted, and taking quick, labored breaths. One morning, he rolled his eyes at the sight of Jobien sitting in the grass, his sword at his side. He decided to get you a glass of water.

Jobien smiled from his spot in the grass, "I was wondering when you would stop watching and come outside and say 'hi'."

Killua had been only rendered speechless a few times in his life. This was one of them. He froze as he handed him the glass of water, heat quickly creeping up his neck and to his cheeks. Jobien had noticed that he was watching him this entire time? And he never said anything?

Jobien gave him a shit-eating grin, "Thank you for the water, Killua."

Killua quickly shook off the embarrassment and turned his head away from him while scratching the back of his head and closing his eyes, "Yeah well I only brought it out here so you would stop panting like a dog."

"Hey!" Jobien laughed, nudging his calf with his elbow. "You shouldn't disrespect the boy armed with a sword. You know? Don't assassins know better than that?"

Killua rolled his eyes before plopping down next to him, Ex-assassin, idiot." He nodded his head towards his sword. "How'd you learn to use that so fast?"

Jobien turned his head and watched the rising sun, shrugging his shoulders. "I pick up on stuff pretty fast. What do you think of it?"

"What do I think of what?"

Jobien gave him a bright smile, "Of my moves, of course! You have been watching all this time, right? What do you think?" Jobien asked, getting closer towards him. Jobien got close enough to whisper into his ear. "I'm not so bad right?" He pulled away and winked at Killua.

Killua thought a lot of things about his moves. His face burned red again and he turned his head away from Jobien's prying eyes. "Y-Yeah. I thought they were cool actually."

"Thanks," He grinned as he turned his head back to the sunrise, "I could teach you some things if you'd like?"

Killua turned back to look at him with an inquisitive gaze, "Seriously?"

"Yes. But I want you to teach me something too."

"What?" Killua deadpanned.

"Well," He started while running his hand through his thick curls. "I'm pretty skilled with my sword… my hand to hand combat skills are pretty lacking. Maybe you can show me something?"

Killua sighed as he turned to look at Jobien with a raised eyebrow. "Okay. Don't expect me to go easy on you though."

Jobien arched an eyebrow in response, "I was expecting you not too."

Killua scowled as he watched the sunrise, a dusting of pink painting his pale cheeks. There was no denying that Killua was developing feelings for him, the boy that came from pain like himself but grew to be more than the pain. Someone who was kind, fierce, a little naïve… and extremely attractive.

Killua hated how he made him so… flustered. Usually, he was confident and sure of himself. But with him? Not so much. He wasn't sure how to… talk to someone that he liked. He didn't know anything about dating or flirting… or kissing. Gon knew more about that stuff than him. He shrugged to himself and sighed internally. He wouldn't worry about that stuff today, maybe eventually. If these feelings didn't go away. Killua shook his head. What am I saying? Of course, these feelings aren't going to go away.

Killua scratched the back of his neck and let out a deep exhale as he snuck a glance at Jobien. His face was turned towards the golden rays of sunshine coming from the rising sun, wisps of brown hair tickled down his soft expression. His heart fluttered against his chest.

Tch. So annoying.

…

Jobien gasped for air as his back collided with the dirt ground beneath him. Killua was kneeling above him, his rough palm pressing against the skin above his chest, keeping him pinned to the floor.

The silver-haired boy grinned at him, his sea-blue eyes sparkling with amusement, "Are you even trying?"

Jobien scoffed and pushed his hand away from his chest before jumping back to his feet. "Let's try again!"

"Killua!" Alluka called from the rock she was perched on while she watched the two of them spar. Her eyebrows bunched together in concern as she observed the obvious one-sided match. "Don't be so harsh. Be gentle!"

"Don't worry," Killua said, rolling his eyes. "I'm barley even trying."

Jobien quirked an eyebrow, "I thought you said no holding back."

He shrugged, shoving his hands into his pockets, "Well I didn't think you were this bad at fighting."

Jobien gawked at him, "I'm not bad!" He huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. "Go full out this time or else I'll find someone else to teach him. Maybe Kurapika is better at hand-to-hand combat?"

Killua's jaw clenched and a new fire sparkled in his eyes. Jobien could feel the annoyance in his mind. Jobien laughed internally.

"Come at me when you're ready, idiot."

Jobien bit the inside of his cheek and sighed before taking off in a sprint towards Killua. This time, he decided to try a kick against him, he already knew he wouldn't go far with it. But he was eager to see how Killua would react.

He was fast but not as fast as Killua. He spun and threw his right foot towards Killua's side, but he managed to catch it. He pulled Jobien closer towards him. When the two boys were close enough, Killua leaned forward and put his mouth close to his ear. Killua hadn't even said anything and Jobien's cheeks were already on fire.

The warmth of his breath clouded his senses as he spoke lowly into his ear, "Kurapika wouldn't stand a chance against me. I'm the best teacher you'll ever get. So, stop going for the obvious attacks."

Jobien didn't get the chance to respond before Killua violently threw his leg up in the air, the strength of his throw making himself flip over and fall backwards painfully on his arm as he hit the floor.

There was a lot of little reasons why he found himself taking a liking to Killua. Over the past few weeks, he did little things that made his chest feel warm and his head feel light.

After a long day of playing with his friends, he often found himself falling asleep on the couch with a book from Mito's collection. But when he woke up in the morning, he would always find himself on his mat is Gon's bedroom.

Curious how of he would always end up back there, he asked Gon about it one morning.

"Hey," He said while munching on Mito's homemade banana bread, "how did I end up back in your room last night?"

Gon giggled, "It was Killua! Killua always finds you sleeping on the couch and he carries you to bed!"

Jobien's face flushed a thousand shades of crimson. The banana bread falling out of his mouth. Killua was the one carrying him upstairs every night? God, he probably knows how fucking fat I am.

There was other things Killua did too. In the mornings, he would follow him outside while he trained. Sometimes he would just watch, sometimes they would both joke around and talk. Other times, he taught him a few things. He was amazed how Killua could pick up on things so easily.

He also admired how good of a friend he was to Gon, and how loving he was to his sister, Alluka. Although he'd never compliment him out that out loud though, he knew that Killua would get embarrassed and beat the living shit out of him.

Jobien shook his head, the pain still flowing through his arm. The sun that was once stinging his eyes was blocked by a mop of silver and white hair looking down at him. His eyebrows knit together in concern for a minute before he quickly hid the expression. His pale hands wrapped around Jobien's hips and he picked him up from the floor.

There was no helping the blush that painted across his cheeks.

"You're good, right? He said with a soft smile.

"Yeah of course I am." Jobien said with a smile.

There was no denying it. He was developing feelings for Killua.

The white-haired boy turned to look at the sun and Jobien flushed again for a whole minute.

Killua.

You are light.

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