Neither of them knew how or when it happened, but they've became friends. Was it after Killua went to see Gon after he helped the boy to find his classroom? Or was it later? Earlier? It didn't really matter in the end, Killua mused, the only important thing was that they were friends now. They'd spent their breaks together when their classes weren't so far from each other and had had lunch together every day.

Weeks went by like this, and Killua had learned a few things about Gon. His dark haired friend had told him about his family: Gon lived with his aunt Mito and her grandmother (though Gon referred to the elderly woman as grandmother too). His father had left him in the care of the two women when he was a baby and he knew nothing about his mother. Gon wasn't mad at his father for leaving him, quite on the contrary, it looked like he admires that man. Killua wasn't too sure about this, it was never easy to tell what the other was thinking - his friend always smiled, but Killua had a feeling that Gon hides a lot of things behind his cheerful attitude.

Another fact Killua had learned about Gon, that the boy wasn't the best student. He wasn't unintelligent, but it seemed like he has a hard time sitting still and paying attention (Killua couldn't blame him for that - he himself had the best naps during some if his classes). Gon had the most problems with Maths, he did miserably on the tests and Mito always scolded him for that. Killua found himself thinking whenever he had Maths, whether Gon could understand any of the material, or will he get a D on his next test again? So the white-haired boy started to pay attention to class more, so he can help Gon later. It seemed to work; after a few afternoons in the library Gon's grades started to improve (even though the improvement wasn't so big, but still) and Killua was glad - he hated seeing his friend feeling down because Mito -san has scolded him.

Yet another (and the most conspicuous) trait of Gon was his eagerness: the black haired boy was always in motion, always there to do something, to help someone, be it a girl who dropped a few notebooks from the huge stacks she was carrying, or the janitor, whose cap got blown away by the wind and got stuck on a branch of a tree. It wasn't a bad thing at all, Killua thought, he just couldn't figure out how Gon could have so much energy left to help random strangers (though it lessened the mean behaviours towards him significantly - it wasn't easy to act shitty with someone who smiled so radiantly). People were still gossiping though, and started calling him "Freaks", but truth to be told Gon was indeed a weirdo. It didn't bother Killua the slightest, everything was far more interesting like this after all.

Speaking of being energetic... Gon seemed way too eager to get in trouble. His sense of justice would often get him into meaningless arguments, and - if Killua wasn't around to stop and drag him away - into actual fistfights. Gon would call out everyone for anything ("You just bumped into that girl, shouldn't you apologize?" or "Stop calling Kurapika Girly!") and since Killua couldn't be there all the time, Gon ended up in Chairman Netero's office more often than necessary. Of course every time something happened, the news spread around the school with lightning speed ("Hey, have you heard? Freaks got into a fight again!"), so they reached Killua quickly. He immediatelly rushed to the scene to stop his idiot of a friend, or if he couldn't make it, he just waited for him at the chairman's office to yell at Gon for being a stupid reckless idiot again ("Just what the hell were you thinking, you moron? Are you some self-proclaimed Superman, or what? What will you tell Mito, if you get punished?"). The first time it happened, their schoolmates were quite surprised by Killua's concern(?) and it earned him some stupid remarks like: "What's this, Zoldyck, are you his mommy?" Of course everyne around them started laughing, until Killua's fist landed square on the face of the offenders. After that people left them alone - getting on the bad side of Killua Zoldyck didn't seem like a good idea after all.


Killua clicked his tounge in frustration as he quickened his pace. The bell rang almost ten minutes ago yet he only got out of class now - Hisoka had held the back with musing loudly for minutes about whether the class should write a test next time or not, clearly not caring about the fact that freaking lunch break has already begun. Turning the corner Killua could see that the cafeteria was already full, his only hope was that Gon arrived in time and saved him a seat.

The hall was always lively, but today it was noisier than usually. Killua didn't care about it, he fished around in his backpack for his wallet so he can get his lunch and join Gon.

"What did you say, punk?!" A loud voice echoed through the room. Killua recognized it: it was that bulky guy with that stupid haircut, Knuckle Bine's. He was a member of th Martial Arts Club and would often hold speeches about pride, honour and other meaningless stuff. The white-haired boy spotted him surrounded by other students, his gloomy looking friend with no eyebrows and weird ponytail was there too, looking anxious like always.

"I said take it back!" Another shout was heard, and even though Killua was intent on passing the mob, he whirled around so quickly, that he almost lost his balance. No way this is happening, he gritted his teeth as he shoved others out of his way to get to the center of the circle the students were forming, there is no way this moron picked a fight with Bine... and yet there Gon stood with clenched fists and an angry frown on his face, glaring at Knuckle with burning amber eyes.

Killua took a deep breath before yelling "What the hell are you doing, you idiot?", startling everyone around him.

He got the attention of the fighting morons too, Gon looked surprised but it was quickly replaced with guilt over getting caught fighting again, the older boy looked simply annoyed that they got interrupted. Killua grabbed Gon's bag and then the boy's wirst and started dragging him away before they got more unwanted attention.

"Killua..." Gon was about to protest, but the adressed cut him off immediatelly.

"Save it for later!" He grumbled, then turned to Knuckle who looked dumbfounded at them. "Whatever he just did, sorry for that! This guy has way too much energy and he doesn't know what to do with it." They reached the exit, when Knuckle snapped out of it, and yelled after them.

Killua dragged Gon outside and they sat down by a big tree. Before the black haired boy could say anything Killua whacked him on the head.

"That hurt!" The boy whined putting on his best kicked puppy look, but Killua didn't let himself get swayed.

"I hope so!" He hissed, "Are you really this bored? I heard you even got into a fight with Hisoka..."

Gon rubbed his head sheepishly at the mention of the conflict with his teacher. "I wasn't fighting with him," he said defensively. "He told me that I'll never be able to solve that problem, and I wanted to prove him, that I can! And I will!" By the end of his sentence he had that typical determined expression on his face.

"Good luck with that..." Killua said with an indifferent hum, not sounding like he believes in Gon's success. His friend noticed it too.

"Don't say it like that!" He frowned. "I know, I'm bad at Maths, but I'll do my best so I can show him what I'm capable of!"

Killua just looked at him with an inspecting gaze before he shrugged. "I'm sure you will! Still, if you need help, we can go to the library again." The smile he got in return made his cheeks heat up, so he quickly turned his face away, lest Gon notices. It was time to change the topic. "Anyway, what was that with Knuckle?"

The frown was back on the black haired boy's face, just remembering it made him angry again.

"Pokkle from my class told me that you refused to figth him, and this guy, Knuckle, heard it and said really mean things about you, like you're a loser and a coward and I got really angry because it's not true and I told him to take it back and-"

"Okay, wait!" Killua held up his palm to stop his friend, because he got so worked up that the words spilled from his mouth without pause. "You really picked a fight with him because he said stupid stuff about me?" He punctuated every word of the question, disbelief clear on his face. His friend just nodded sheepishly and opened his mouth to say something but was stopped by the white-haired boy's hand again. "I can't believe you... I told you not to care about them, didn't I?"

"Yeah, but I can't stand hearing it!" Gon whined. "They're so mean to you, and it's wrong! You're very smart and cool and kind and MMMPH-" The boy couldn't finish listing up his friend's traits, because said friend covered his mouth with a hand.

"Cut it out, idiot, you-" Killua hissed, face beet red, but he couldn't finish his sentence either, because he was interrupted by a loud grumbling noise coming from his own stomach. In all this commotion he totally forgot about lunch break and didn't even buy himself anything.

"Ah, you couldn't buy yourself lunch because of me, right?" Gon asked apologetic, and Killua was just about to snap at him (because really, whose fault was it again?), when his dark haired friend shoved a lunchbox and a fork into his face. "Here!" Gon grinned at Killua's questioning look. "I'm sharing it with you!"

Killua wanted to protest - even though he couldn't get his lunch becasue of Gon, it didn't feel right to eat his food. Still, the contents of the box looked very appetitizing and another, even louder growl of his stomach made him give in. He took the offered lunch with a faint "Thanks!" and took hesitantly a bite.

"It's good!" He blurted out surprised, stuffing more into his mouth.

"Right?" Gon beamed. "Mito-san's cooking is the best!" He exclaimed waving his arms to emphasize his statement and Killua could only nod in agreement.

"Hey Killua..." Gon started after a few moments of silence. "Is it true that you didn't fight Pokkle?"

"Who's that?" The adressed asked back chewing on a mouthful of food.

"He goes to my class. He usually wears a hat, and I think he is a member of the Archery Club."

"Ah right," Killua swallowed his food, "It's true."

"But why?"

"I wasn't interested in fighting him I guess," he shrugged as he handed Gon the half-empty boy back, then rested his back against the tree they were sitting at, hands folded behind his head. "I entered that competition last year, because it sounded interesting, but it was so boring, a total letdown," he sighed in disappointment as he went on, "I hoped I'd get a strong opponent, but I got him. He didn't seem too strong and I wasn't in the mood to fight weaklings," he finished with another sigh and a shrug.

Gon just hummed while stabbing the last piece of food - a croquette - with his fork.

"Hey Killua," a hint of laughter in his tone as he held out his fork towards the adressed, "Say 'Aaaaah'!"

The white-haired boy looked at the offered croquette with a blank stare, but it was soon replaced with an embarrassed scowl, a bright red blush spreading on his face quickly.

"GON, WHAT THE HELL?!" He shrieked, and wanted to punch Gon in the face so badly (especially because that brat looked too amused by his reaction), but he didn't want his friend to drop the food - it was too delicious to waste it.

"Come on!" Gon goaded him with a wide grin, raising his hand more, closer to Killua's face.

"No way I'm doing that sort of thing!" Killua snapped turning his head to the side.

"You don't have to say it like that!" Gon pouted, finally lowering his arm and looking like a kicked puppy (again).

Killua gritted his teeth, the black haired boy looked far too disappointed as he brought the fork to his own mouth. Killua leaned forward, grabbed Gon's wirst and swiftly guided the fork to his mouth, taking the last piece of Mito-san's cooking. He only realized how close he got to Gon, when looking up he could see his own reflection in widened brown eyes. He immediatelly let go of his friend's wirst and crawled backwards to gain some well-needed space.

"There, happy now?" He grumbled not daring to look at Gon, feeling too embarrassed by his own action already.

Still, when he glanced up, his heart skipped a beat. Gon looked at him with genuine happiness, eyes shining and smile so wide it must've hurt. Killua didn't miss the light blush on his friend's freckled face either.

The bell rang, and for the first time in his life Killua was glad it did. He wasn't sure that he could handle the situation, if it would last longer. They quickly got up and parted ways to head to their classes. Killua cursed inwardly as he jogged to the third floor, because damn, this guy was a real piece of work, and DAMN, he was too weak for him.


The end of the day was near, Killua sat in his classroom playing on his Joystation Vita. His fingers were practically flying over the keys, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. He was at a particularly difficult part since a long time, he just couldn't beat that boss, no matter how often he tried and it was ridiculous, yet he refused to look up methods or watch play-through videos. However, things seemed to go well this time, maybe he could finally beat that sucker!

He was so absorbed in the game that he didn't notice the uproar in the hallway - students murmuring, running up and down, excited yells echoing through space.

"You won't believe it, Freaks got into a fight again!" Someone shouted.

Killua let out an exasperated sigh at the news, but tried his best not to get distracted by his friend's idiocy. This was an important boss fight, he couldn't afford to lose his focus.

"Shouldn't you stop him?" A girl's voice asked from above him, but he kept his eyes on the screen.

"Sorry, I'm busy... what are you doing you bastard?!" Killua answered, adressing the last sentence to the game's protagonist.

He really had no time for this right now, and maybe it was for the best, someone should knock some sense into that weirdo.

"Guys, Freaks got into a fight with one of the Spiders!" Another yell was heard and Killua snapped his head back in anger and disbelief.

"WHAT?!" He shouted, game momentarily forgotten.

The Spiders were the school's most dangerous gang, no one ever dared to mess with them. The smallest conflict would lead to several injuries, yet as Killua stared at the flashing "GAME OVER" above the dead protagonist, he wasn't so worried about Gon anymore.

He was going to kill that idiot himself.


A/N: Here we are, chapter three is finally ready! I struggled with this since Saturday, and could only finish it yesterday (inspiration can be a bitch sometimes, tsk tsk). It got a bit longer, than I expected it to be, and it was a pain to type it but hey, that's how things are!
I'm happy, that I decided to make this into a multi-chaptered fic (who am I kidding tho), it was really heartwarming to see people's reactions when I posted chapter 2. I'm so thankful to you all, and I really appreciate the support! ;u; (Though I'm already losing my mind over keeping the updates frequent ahaha) I hope I can keep this pace, because I have a few ideas, and it would be stupid, if I'd forget them before I get there...

(Please don't kill me for the Joystation Vita HAHAHA)

Anyway, thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it!