A/N: Sorry it took so long! There is actually more, but due to guilt monsters I have to get this out. My school holiday is ending, and frankly, I gotta tie up some loose ends, so no time for chapter three.
But I will post chapter three, it will just take very long. I'm so sorry. It might take months at best, but I will remember it. This year in school is very important, and so is the year after that, and so on. I'll do what I can. To tell you the truth, mid years were a bit tougher on me than I thought it'll be. It left me very damaged, emotionally and a bit physically. I might not make it to the end of year, before I might try to punch my own ticket, but I'll be fine. When left to my own devices I think too much, and well I'm just kicking myself for a lot of shit. Plus, I just recently discovered I might have anxiety issues. Maybe I'm just stupid. Maybe I'm just a snotty brat getting too emotional, but don't mind me. I'll do my best, don't mind me.
- (seriously where is the line button?!)
I had no idea what happened to Gon.
Thanks to Sugar-High Airis for editing and giving me advice. The chappy would be half-assed without her common sense editing my late night typing.
One moment he was a sweet kid with all sparkles and innocence, that made me want to treat him like an adorable huggable little brother, but the next he somehow managed to morph his pure features into a face that a guardian, or a mother would pull at their two kids. This had actually happened before, this chick-turned mother hen phenomenon, but it was always directed at Killua when he bought too much chocolate.
Now, as he looked down at both of us, arms akimbo, I was actually a little scared.
"Killua," he began. "That's not how you treat a girl. That's really not nice." I expected him to wag his finger as he did so.
But the sight of the oh-great-holier-than-thou jackass being reprimanded by Mother-Gon was too beautiful to pass up.
"Heh, serves you right, you ass." I couldn't resist jabbing.
Killua put more pressure into his arm lock. Ouch.
"And you," Gon moved his focus to me. "You shouldn't have responded to Killua's provocation like that. You know he's a bit playful. What if you get even more ill?"
'Playful?!' Gon just made the understatement of the century. Plus, since when did Gon know such long words like 'provocation'? I was about to point that out when Gon interrupted to speak again.
"Now, up, both of you. Killua, release her arm." With some grumbling, and stern looks from Gon, magically, my arm was free.
As soon as I could move it, I shook it a bit to regain some feeling, and swung my soapy hand to hit his face. It wasn't even a slap. I doubted if he felt any pain, but it made a loud wet, squelching sound when it made contact to his girly skin.
SMACK.
Killua only managed to close his eye in time, and liquid green soap splashed on one side of his face. It dripped like slime down his chin, and a little voice in my head told me to thank god the soap wasn't white.
I was suddenly craving to eat cream pie. The baker shop downstairs sold cream pies that were filled with heaven.
(Gon stops world war four from breaking out)
"I don't want any of you to trail soap everywhere, stay still!"
With a squeak, the knob turned under Gon's hand as he aimed the showerhead at us, lips pursed as I begrudgingly stood next to Killua, shoulders hunched as I shivered. The strong jet of water hit me, and I was forced to shield my face. As Gon hosed off the soap from us, I couldn't help but notice how Killua looked like a drenched cat, pouting while receiving a scolding. It was actually kind of cute, in a way.
If he weren't taller than me, that is. I was pretty sure I looked like an ugly midget next to any of them.
It was Killua's turn to get hosed, and Gon aimed the showerhead directly at his face.
"Gluaybckakav!"
"Sorry?" Gon called out innocently, a cheeky smile on his lips. I felt my own pull into a grin.
"What are you doing?!" Killua shrieked, dodging the stream. "Stop it Gon!"
"I'm just washing the soap off your face." Gon sniggered. He chased the flustered kitty with the showerhead.
"Why you-!"
-Timeskip-
After ten minutes of chasing Killua around, (thank you, Gon! My saviour!) He threw some towels at us, not wanting to drip water all over the wood flooring. It felt weird, drying yourself with clothes on. It dried only the first layer of clothes but the inner dampness still remained and clung to me like a second skin. Ew.
I couldn't wait to change into some warm pjs and become a burrito with my blanket. At least the cold water had somehow brought my fever down.
"If I get a cold, it'll be all your fault." I sniffed. My fingers were all wrinkly.
"Idiots don't catch colds." He sneered.
"So do you, kitty boy." I huffed. "You must be the idiot of all idiots. You don't even get sick!"
"That's called being awesome, not an idiot-"
"No more fighting," Gon walked in, stopping Killua mid-insult. He took the towels away, and proceeded to walk out of the bathroom. It was then I realised a very important thing I had almost forgotten to mention.
"Gon!" I called after him desperately. This would decide my fate! How could I let it slip my mind?! "Gon!"
"What?"
"Help me buy some cream pies."
"Huh? Okay..."
"But wait!" I called after him again, and Killua was looking at me weirdly. "You don't really have to get it for me."
Gon looked at me, nonplussed.
"Maybe ask someone else to get it for me." I sucked at being subtle. But if I was to get Killua out of the apartment for a moment's peace, being subtle wasn't a priority. "I mean, you've done so much and maybe you should get someone to help me get the pies."
Gon's eyebrows rose higher.
"Get, you know...a certain jackass to get it for me..." I finished the sentence in a whisper.
"What?"
"Bye, Killua, Maya!" He waved at us, seemingly determined to rush so that he'd be back before we fought again.
"Bye, remember, I want the chocolate one!" That insufferable annoying smug voice called out.
"B-...ye." I opened my mouth, only to trail off, for Gon had left before I could blink, leaving a dust trail of sorts. I muttered despondently, my face long fallen, darkened with disappointment and dread. "Bye, Gon. Hope I come out untraumatized."
I got out of my brooding in time for reality to hit me in the face again, this time in the form of multiple face-smash kicks and nose-breaking punches. A combo, actually, to add insult to injury.
I was stuck with him for company.
One hit!
He was smirking at me as if mocking my failed ploy to get rid of him.
Two hits!
I was being mocked with his condescending gaze.
Three hits!
He remembered to ask for chocolate.
Critical! Four hits!
He looked away as if I'm not worth his time, but I know he's laughing. Internally.
Five hits combo!
God damn it.
I saw with a angrily twitching brow as he reached out for the TV remote, which was technically not mine, and began glaring burnt holes at his hand, hoping he's get the hint and leave the remote alone, where it should be. Even I never touched the remote unless I'm bored out of my mind! What if he destroys it?!
Even as I thought that, I knew my displeasure had in truth came from pettiness. As his hand neared the remote, everything seemed to go slow motion.
Before I could realize it, I snapped out, "Why you… Don't touch my TV remote!"
His hand halted just shy of the prized device. "Why not?"
"Because you're not worthy of wasting my electricity," I muttered, " and you're still wet, idiot. You'll get shocked."
"A little bit of electricity wouldn't hurt me."
"I don't give a shit about whether you die or not," I bristled. "Actually- I'd prefer it if you start foaming at the mouth. I don't want you conducting electricity all over the place." This was genius, really. How I managed to looked dignified for dissing Killua and the remote without saying my actual petty reason.
"Aw, or is Maya being thoughtful." Killua teased. "I didn't know you cared so much."
"I-i don't!"
"Aw, don't be such a tsundere." He jabbed again. "You act like you want to kill me, but actually you adore me.'
"The only tsundere in the room is you, you 'Gon is my light' extreme tsundere best friend fluffy boy."
[Maya! You're not supposed to know that!]
Wait, who are you?!
[The author, now stop breaking the fourth wall!]
KIllua's face turned crimson. Bingo. How I knew this precious nugget was beyond me, but I didn't mind a bit of extra info, no matter how weird it was.
Ugh, now I wanted nuggets.
My mind was racing; I stripped him of his AP(No no you dirty mind don't go there.), his balance was off, and I should take this chance to deliver some critical blows of my own, no matter how stupid they were. I guess Gon was really his weakness after all. I had to say something else before he recovered his balance!
"What?" He scoffed, his posture stiffening. "How'd you- That's bullcrap!"
"Oh really~?" It was my turn to tease, trying to wiggle my eyebrows. "In fact, i think you're just a sentimental kitty who really treasures Puppy Gon!"
"What." His eyebrows shot up, but not in a good way. Shit, I have to try something else. This assault was a hit and miss. I guess he didn't treasure Gon like a puppy. Not after he shot water at his face at least.
"Oh, didn't you know? You looked like such a cute drenched little kitty just now with your droopy hair and everything. In fact, I'd say that you even act like a kitty, which makes people like tormenting you. Even Gon couldn't resist chasing you with the shower head!" I was grasping at straws now, trying to salvage my trap with shallow, less harmful pitfalls. It wasn't the smartest of things to attempt, but it had worked, if only a little, judging by the darkening color on his face and how his hair had stood up angrily.
"And... uh... You..." I hesitated, but decided to just say it, no holds barred. "YOU LOOK LIKE A GIRL."
(WHERE ART THOU, LINE BUTTON?!)
Cliffhanger! Sorry!
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