Killua reminisces over their dance that night, as well as talk a little with Daniel and his few changes. Leorio gets into a heated argument with Vastorie. Iason sets some boundaries.

Prompt

Mythology

Killua lay in bed, unable to sleep with Daniel right behind him. Clearly, the two had so much to talk about, but neither one of them was prepared to initiate first. All the boys could think about, was what had transpired that night.

Would he argue what happened that night was magical? One-hundred and ten percent, it was a definite, yes. Even if his brain would deny it, he was sure his expression and dusted cheeks throughout the night would have said: fuck yes!

His thoughts wandered back to the second dance, a moment where Daniel circled on his own, a twirl, with a spin. When the boy had rested against Killua, that's when the white-haired boy got a wonderful idea.

He knows Daniel can be submissive when the time comes. After all, Daniel had asked him earlier if he knew how to dance, if he wanted to lead, or be led...

Now looking back at the situation, he smirked at the old idea, how putting into the plan a single motion, caused it to lead to the trophy now sitting on the desk. He hadn't expected it to work that well.

He could remember the words so well, like a chant memorised and repeated, over dozens of years, "Daniel, you wanna surprise the judges...?"

"Sure... What you have in mind?"

"Let me take lead! Trust me, and take two steps back, and one to the left..."

"Aww, you wanted me to be closer..."

"No," Killua blushed at the accusation, twisting his body off centre, so Daniel didn't feel something else. He couldn't believe Daniel would be so forward, during that serious request.

He remembered Daniel giggling at the response, adjusting so he took the necessary measurements as Killua had requested. It was a crucial move, one that not only proved Daniel's flexibility at the time but his own strength on the matter.

No, he didn't lift Daniel into the sky like an aeroplane… that would be childish. What he instead opted for, was something more simplistic, a quick twirl, followed by a body adjustment.

That was when he needed Daniel's trust the most. The adjustment, as followed, was to lean Daniel backwards, his left hand being used as a brace for the boy's head, but the main reason was so he could hold the boy's left hand. Whereas, his right hand, was used to help guide the boy with his original plan at the time. He used the hand to mainly raise Daniel's right leg, mainly holding onto the foot. He wanted Daniel to perform a mid-air backflip.

He knew Daniel could do it, without hurting him in the slightest, but no one on the panel would see it coming. All he had to do was land on the floor perfectly. A feat, if he messed up would mean a huge scuff mark on his pants… or worse, the ripping of said pants.

Motioning the boy with his hands, Daniel understood what he wanted, just to what degree, he had no clue. Using his right arm and left foot, he grabbed hold of the boy's arm behind his back, using the kick off the floor to provide the bounce needed to follow through with a kick off Killua's hand.

At the time it provided enough of a boost, but he still needed the fling, the flair to land it correctly. He already performed the first half of a mid-air somersault, now all he needed was to use Killua's arm to carry him the rest of the way.

Using the boy's arm as trapeze, he flung himself the rest of the way, landing with a clap of his dress shoes. Sliding, one foot across, he held out his arm for applause. Unfortunately, at the time, he didn't know what Killua's next part of the plan was.

As he heard the room erupt in some whistles and cheering, he opted for some balance, stepping forward to grasp the boy's left hand, as his right hand slid out of the boy's hand gliding along Killua's under-thigh, bodies' mere inches away from each other.

Killua blushed as his thought remembered the next part of that night, using the blanket, he covered his face. He could remember every detail so vividly, how Daniel's left hand guided him backwards, his right hand raising his leg at a perfect 90-degree angle, making sure to lean forward as he bent Killua backwards.

He remembered that trademark smile, the toothy grin being flashed mere inches from his face. How his heated cheeks felt the words being uttered to him. Nice job, Killua… He could feel the warmth of his breath, almost able to touch the boy's lips from how close they were.

If Daniel had all his memories intact, would he have claimed his lips as his own during that second… kiss for what would feel like an eternity? What would have Killua done during that moment? Hopefully, his actions wouldn't have been cliché, like in those terrible movies, the girl swinging her arms around her boyfriend's neck, using it as a brace during their kiss.

Killua forced the thought away, filing that moment as spank bank material for later. He mainly wanted it for when he was alone in the shower. He has to have something to think about, as he beats his meat, he needs it like his life depended on the action.

Killua shuffled slightly, sighing at his lack of conviction to address the uncomfortable need to seek what he feared the most… awkward questions.

"Daniel, I-"

"Killua, I-"

The bed went silent before Killua found himself laughing, Daniel soon following suit. It was such a perfectly timed, cliché moment, the two somehow finding to courage to actually speak, at the same instance. Although, Killua was one second earlier, so it was more of an echoed delay from Daniel's side, "You… you first…"

Daniel smiled slightly, turning in the bed so he can face Killua's back. Whether the boy turned to face him would depend entirely on the boy. He did it so if the two can reach some kind of consensus, he could go ahead with his plan, "What I wanted to ask was some awkward questions… are you ok with that?"

"Shoot…"

"So, in terms of physicality… am I a... touchy person? Did I... you know... cuddle with you a lot?"

Killua shifted in the bed, coming face to face with Daniel. He wasn't expecting that. He felt Daniel shift in the bed. But he hadn't expected him to do a full one-eighty turn.

"I.." Killua fumbled, what exactly does he tell Daniel? Technically, it's a yes. But the kind that Killua wants is a little touchier in private, and less in public. The occasional rope-around hug is nice, but Daniel is just terrible. Kissing, full on hugs like Gon, "I want to say… yes, but I have more um…"

"A request, I'm guessing…"

"Yeah! A request… Don't get me wrong, I like it when you're touchy. But I'd like you to be more involved in the… bedroom…"

"Uh…" Daniel's eyes widened in shock, "We didn't um… ah… go all the way… right?"

"No, your virginity is still intact."

"Whew…"

"Can't say the same for your mouth though…"

Daniel touched the side of his temples, rolling forwards and backwards, "Oh… my… GOD… I sucked a dick… and I don't remember doing it…"

"It's not the end of the world," Killua chuckled at the reaction, bringing his hands up to touch the sides of Daniel's hands. It was funny seeing the opposite reaction, the one flustered and caught off guard was Daniel in this case, "I enjoyed it… and so did you…"

"Oh, that makes it worse…"

"Worse…? How so…?"

"It was so… good; I forgot how good it was."

Killua feint embarrassment, opting to turn away with crossed his arms. So much for thinking he'd get away without a compliment of some kind. Thinking that Daniel was going to ask another question, Killua thought of a cunning, wicket idea. Daniel doesn't know the extent of their sexual relationship, and he hoped he could get away with his wonderful idea, "Oh, that's not the only thing we did… You loved giving me full body massages. Actually, they felt so good… I kind of miss them."

"Really, I thought you said you wanted me to be touchier…?"

"Well yeah, you give pretty good hand jobs. And you mouth techniques were well… desired to say in the lease."

"Now you're pulling my leg! You're lying…"

"Not necessarily," the boy faked innocence, smiling in a manner that would often steal Daniel's breath away, "You also promised you'll bottom for-"

"Ok, now that's a lie! I would never…"

Losing his voice, Killua found himself smiling. Wait, you're actually questioning your thoughts, thinking of a way, or a scenario in which you would bottom for me? Oh, this his gotta hear "Unless…?"

"…Over my dead body!"

Killua pouted, prodding Daniel's cheek which only further annoyed the boy. Turning away, Killua felt his heart clench. Maybe he pushed a little too hard. "Sorry… It's just…"

"Just…?" Daniel turned slightly, glancing in Killua's direction, expecting an answer and reason as to why Killua wanted to so desperately, wants to top him.

"Well…" Killua blushed, unable to believe he was going to say this to someone who doesn't even remember that night in the slightest, "You moan like a porn-star…"

"I DO NO such thing…"

"It was really erotic… I liked it…" Killua's expression softened, only to falter once Daniel wasn't responding at all. The boy wasn't having any of that talk now, and he may have pushed him too far on the matter. "I'm sorry… but it's how I feel…"

"I guess that means you want me to start kissing you…?"

"N- No… Not necessarily. It'll be weird. N- Not that I don't like kissing you. It'll seem, forced, without your memories..."

"So, getting a blow job is ok… just not a kiss?!"

"Huh?!" Killua cheeks reddened. Where the hell was Daniel getting these ideas from? He didn't mean he wanted the boy to start now, just to think about it after he gets his memories back.

Only when he heard Daniel's laughter once more, he finally realised that the boy had just pulled a fast one on him. So, for thinking, he's gone too far. Daniel was thinking way ahead of him, planning his revenge while he thought Daniel was angry with him. "You're cruel…"

"No- No… I just feel like… it's not you. After all this time spent together, I feel like I understand you a little better. You're playful in nature, but also kind… caring…"

Killua flipped over, turning away with flushed cheeks. Daniel was really terrible! He shouldn't be allowed to say mushy things while his memories aren't intact. But he can't deny his feelings…

He was grateful that Daniel hasn't changed at all in that compartment. Even when his memories are scattered, he still is the same person, the same kind, teasing, and gentle person. Although, he's just a tad bit too laid back at the moment.

"You know… I still want to know if you're the same kisser as you are in my memories. Well, the shadowy figure memories."

"Huh?" Killua flipped over, unsurprised by Daniel's lack of movement. While he may still be the same spot before he flipped over, his expression had changed. He looked conflicted… dejected by Killua's lack of submission to the request, "why do you still want to test the theory out? It's not like a kiss will job your thoughts of me back…"

"Maybe… acceptance…?" Daniel looked down for a moment, gathering his thoughts before looking up. Cupping the boy's face, he scooted closer, lips brought closer to the boy's, "I want to know if it would feel the same… even without the memories, my physical feelings are the same. My body feels like a puzzle piece is being slotted back into place… It's starting to make sense…"

When Daniel attempted to lean forward, Killua looked away. From the corner of his eyes, he could see his actions had made Daniel feel like shit. But at the end of the day, he feels like any actions he does now, where he gives in to his wants and desires, is only going to corrupt Daniel's true feelings later.

He feels like a small kiss now, followed by acceptance, might lead to Daniel feeling betrayed, when he gathers all his memories back. He didn't want to use Daniel for his own selfish gains…

"I understand…" Daniel breathed in the boy's neck, Killua shivering at the touch.

Even with that sound of rejection contained within the boy's words, he didn't want to have that feeling of betrayal, to feel his own ideas have been corrupted. "I'm sorry…"

Feeling an arm wrap around him, Killua bit his lips, fighting the want and desire to hold the boy's hand. In the end, he gave up, entwining his fingers around Daniel's. He could have sworn he felt the boy's smile, but he was way too tired to objectively test that theory.

A tired sigh escaped the boy's lips, "Night, Daniel…"

"Night, Killua…"

Feeling the boy snuggle closer, Killua could only smile at the response. As long as Daniel doesn't do anything he'll regret later, he'll accept little changes. One, baby step, at a time…

"~"

I feel so cold, vulnerable… like darkness is seeping in my skin. I was sure I killed the creature, but now…

Now I'm not so sure…

I feel whispers underneath my skin, a calling for monstrous activities begging to be fulfilled. Once as I walked by Netero, I felt this overwhelming fear was over me, a cruel begging calling out to me, wishing for me to get as far away as possible from him.

But as quickly as it came, it disappeared. Not once have I ever feared that man. Sure, his unbelievably strong, but at the same time… he poses no threat to the other members of the Paladin Squad. He is not only our leader, but he is a damn fine one.

He wouldn't put us in danger…

Would he…

Vastorie sighed at the journal entry, rubbing the bridge of his nose. The further he gets into it, it seems as though a dark entity is whispering in his ears, but the fact that none of the other members, including Netero hasn't picked it up at this point, says that it isn't an outward parasite, but something internal…

It's strange to see his father being scared of anything, but at the same time, it could be a well thought out ruse, something his father could have constructed for him, to persuade him in the future.

But that was starting to seem like a stretch.

A knock at the door, made the man look up, marking the page before closing the journal. "Come in…" he addressed the voice cautiously, unsure of who would come to him this late in the night.

As the door opened, black hair peeks out from behind the door, eyes full of more questions than seething hatred like earlier.

Vastorie leaned back into the chair, an eyebrow raised and arms crossed, "What brings you here, Leorio? Come to get revenge for my son?"

Leorio ran one hand along the back of his neck, as the other probed his temples. While he so badly wanted to pummel the smug man into the ground, after thinking about it for so long, clearly he was no match for him. But the concerns Kurapika brought up earlier, brought him to this room, to seek out the older man. He wanted the truth, "You can speak to the dead, right?"

"If you want to make a request, I advise against it. Did you not hear Cheadle earlier…? I can speak to the dead… at the cost of their existence. How much does this person mean to you…? Your entire history with them…? Forget it!"

"Listen, I didn't creep along these hallways to deal with your shit! I came here for two reasons, and one of them is to find out the truth. Can you… or can't you?"

"If I prove it, will you leave me alone?"

"… Yes."

Vastorie's eyes closed slightly, glaring at the man before ripping a page out of his own journal, "Alright, give me a piece of your aura, and then describe how he looks like."

"Huh, why my aura…?"

"Because ghosts latch onto the aura of whom they resonate with. I can see who they are, but unless I have something I can use to resonate with them, I might as well be screaming into a graveyard."

"Do you accept them in knuckle sandwiches?"

"Do that, and I'll give you jack shit!"

"Actually, you know what…" Leorio growled, his hands twitching with rage "you piss me off!" So for being a pacifist, "What the hell is wrong with you?! Killua is suffering… Daniel is pretending as though he never met Killua, and you're here reading your father's journal! Why don't you help them?! Why-"

Standing up, Vastorie stood before Leorio, pushing him against the door, one hand mere inches from the side of the man's head. He's lucky he could retain most of his rage. This was a damn touchy subject for him, something he wishes he could force far away into the back of his mind, "Listen here… for once! Don't stick your nose in other people's life. You may be a doctor, but what I'm going through… what my son is going through… Is nothing, you could imagine! You have no chance against him…"

"Then stop being secretive! Have you ever thought about… telling someone!"

"I'll tell you what… tell me what you know about Daniel's condition."

"He has lost all his memories of Killua, why?"

"Alright, now think about it… how strong would one be, be able to force someone to forget about someone? Two years of friendship thrown down the drain in a matter of seconds."

"You don't know…? That your son loves Killua?"

"Exactly, my point… Two years of love and affection down the drain in a few seconds…"

"Huh?"

"You really are dense… aren't you?!" Vastorie took his hand away, a tired sigh as he showed his back to Leorio, "Listen, the man who fucked up my son's life, is none other than my father… the man Cheadle wants us to hunt."

Leorio paused at the news, his eyes widening "What…"

"He was supposed to be dead, but my husband let him live a long time ago. Now he's back, ever since Netero died. And to top it all up, I royally fucked over my relationship with not only my husband but my son as well…" Clutching his face, he whispered barely audible to Leorio, "I told my husband, that I wished Daniel was never born… AND HE FUCKEN HEARD IT!"

"Then fucken apologise! You're his father! Are you supposed to mediate the situation with your family!"

"Question," Vastorie turned slightly in Leorio's direction, "What's more important… an apology, or your loved one's lives… if you had to choose between apologising and risking your family's life… would you rather they hate you for the rest of your life?"

Leorio clenched his fist. There must have been a better way. How the older man was dealing with his issues was wrong. There must be a different way, a better way to deal with the scenario.

Yet, Vastorie took his silence as an answer, "Please, leave me… I have better things to do. Like catching the man, whom would stop at nothing, to kill every member of my family…"

Fist shaking, Leorio opened the door, "You want my opinion, I would get on my knees and beg for forgiveness. And I would do my damn hardest to catch the man who fucked me over…"

"I envy your strength… But if you were in my position, you wouldn't be saying that. Now, leave me be…"

Slamming the door behind him, Leorio left with a huff. No man could be that strong. But at least now, he has a better picture of the scenario. He knows what's going on between Daniel and Killua, and he really hopes that boy can solve the predicament his in.

"~"

Bed sheets ruffled, a boy groaning, stirring at the noises surrounding him. He felt at peace, surprisingly well rested, even though he could vaguely remember from the night before he had been struggling to do so without the comforting warmth of another at his side.

Stirring slightly, he tried to get up, only to find the weight of something heavy resting over his side. Iason squinted slightly, blinking as he struggled to wake up. A dark shadow blocked his view, but considering he was still in the process of waking up, it might have been because the thing that's stopping him from getting up was closer than he originally perceived.

Waking slowly, he started to make out the features. Slightly golden skin, a pointed nose with rounded chubby cheeks, moving slowly, up and down to a breathing tempo. His eyes widened slightly as he glanced up, the same spiky hair of the one he accidentally quoted as being cute out loud mere inches away.

Snapping wide, he freaked out. He was careful to not make any sudden moves, which may disturb Gon.

Reaching out from under the cover, he carefully moved the boy's hand, sliding along his side which only caused him to have a tingly sensation, Goosebumps forming along the area where skin, met skin. Sakura is going to kill me! I'm going to kill me… I fucked up their relationship!

He carefully slid backwards, only to be met with another blockade, his hand touching and squeezing something both soft and hard, a twitch being returned from the gesture as he squeezed once more time. His blood went cold.

When he turned around, another boy was right behind him, and like Gon, he was snoring softly. Iason froze; his hand still curled around what he assumed was Sakura's junk. He couldn't move at all, more afraid of having Sakura wake with his hand fondling him.

Sakura's hand curled unconsciously around Iason, touching the area in front, the space between himself and the other trap. It was searching for Gon, and when it found nothing but empty space, it pulled back a little, fingers instead curling around Iason's own, snuggling a little closer after finding the warmth of another's body from being so close. At that point, there was only one thing he could do; a scream of surprise was ripped right out of him, straight, from the pits of his stomach.