notes: this isn't rlly a crossover but revenge plot + hxh one shot prob and this takes place during the chimera ant arc, just imagine gon and killua like 17-19 years, gon believes kite and the hunter's association killed his father and now? this is pretty dark compared to previous written works and without further ado~

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Gon lifts one of the lifeless limbs of Kite to confirm that is was indeed death that had finished him before drawling back into a state of horror. That is, until his pale, light-haired friend gives his uninvited remarks to what he considered a milestone.

"Wow Ging," He says the name condescending almost, "you're more fucked up than I am," Killua laughs in a mixture of awe and admiration to the guy who, seconds ago, had been driven into a accidental haze so deranged, his own aunt wouldn't recognize the little boy she raised in him anymore with the bloody warm corpse by his side. ",and that, my friend with benefits, is coming from a Zoldyck." He jokes but, all Gon could do was stand still in the silent conviction of his mind's jury; weeping, falling to his knees onto the stone-cold floor.

"It's Gon." Not Ging, not ging, he wouldn't want to see me like this. The name turning into a taunt rather than a simple, senseless mistake. But, that was unlikely since it was coming from Killua.

There were those who operate on the outskirts of society; unburdened by the confines of morality or conscious. Killua was one of those select few, trained from birth, and that's what anyone could fear. No one had an innate compulsion to kill. But, if it was taught, then that one person was -in essence- a human weapon. And this self-destructive person has grown a little too quite fond of Gon to leave him alone.

Killua sighed heavily. Soon strolling by his side, and deemed his tears moving enough to even swing an arm around the shivering orphan's meek shoulders. He's been there before, done that. "Listen Ging," He starts off.

"It's Gon."

"Whatever. Ging, Gon, it all sounds the same to me. Now listen, first off, you don't really come off as the vengeful type to me- actually, to be honest, you don't even come off close to as menacing as the magician serial-killer with the hideous makeup, uh, whatwashisname- Hizuki?-"

"Hisoka." He rasps out.

"Ah, yeah, him. That insane, old brute. Anyways," He rolls his eyes. "My question is, why are you so bent on pursuing this unprofitable ambition of yours?"

Gon's eyes turned sheer glassy wet, mind running miles, 'Because they killed my father; they framed him, imprisoned him, and killed him.' He thinks. After moments of quiet contemplation and suffocating hushed ash air, he says, "It's not useless." It's not.

"Please," Killua smirks at him. "Even I know you wouldn't hurt a fly, Gon." And it's the first time he's said his name right. But Gon doesn't notice- or care for that matter, and on drill corrects nothing absentmindedly.

"It's Gon."

"That's what I said."

"I give up," On trying, thinking, loving. He shoves Killua's comforting- yet, simultaneously vexing arm away in nausea. Then, wonders when Killua had the chance to maliciously wrap his arm around Gon's neck and hold a sharp needle out close to his veins. It pricks his skin sharp.

"Like it? It's a gift from my brother." He teases, teases, teases. Like it's just a game to him, this.

How odd.

Killua -now- stands, detached from the saltwater emotion that should've came in waves by now seeing Gon murder someone, but there was nothing except for the stoic composure remaining. It hits Gon like a tsunami as Killua uses his empty hand to take out his iphone and dial a number,

"So, I know you aren't that dense. No, you've must've figured it out by now." He did. He played him like a card. Gon's heart began sinking into the depths of the abyss below.

"It was you.." You killed my father. Words laced in malice and soon- regret. It sounds stupid, like he should've known it from the start but was too preoccupied with the matter and the sanctity of their fate-bound friendship to even think it was a possibility.

"Bingo!" Killua chimes, giving Gon a peck on the cheek. "Unfortunately," he continues, "I like you. I'd rather see you alive." He says with the needle grazing the surface of his neck. "I don't want to kill you too." Gon's muscles stiffen everywhere. He sucks in a deep breath shakily.

"Relax-"

It seems like forever before someone finally answers Killua's phone. The normalcy of it sends Gon a little bit lightheaded.

Killua faces Gon, "What would you like on your pizza?" like it's nothing. Like it all means nothing to him.

For a second, his mind recedes back to a time where the two of them would sit playing games on the floor of his room while eating pizza. Then, necking (Killua would call it experimenting). He forgets when this friendship of his turned into more without notice. His mind flashes forward to now where Gon thinks:

They would have more afternoons like this.

And in the last second, he sees his white-ghosted lover last and fade as he faints into a grave dreamlike landscape once more.