Killua always thought of himself as the calmer type – not someone who's always restless and full of energy. Especially not in class – in fact, he felt a little proud of himself whenever he managed to stay awake during those hellish 45 minutes.
Now though, he felt like he could barely stay put, fidgeting in his seat and throwing impatient glances at the clock. He wasn't the only one, most of the students couldn't wait for classes to be over so they can rush home, it was Friday after all. However, that wasn't Killua's source of excitement, not completely. He too was happy about Friday because the weekend was there but this wasn't going to be just some average weekend.
It was a weekend he would spend at Gon's place.
Killua still had a hard time believing this was real – that his parents allowed him to spend a whole weekend at someone else's, at Gon's house. Every time he glanced at the huge bag next to his desk he could feel his heart flutter with excitement and happiness, restlessness taking over him again. He expected his alarm clock to go off some time soon, waking him up from this wishful dream – only, it never happened. It was Friday afternoon already, in 30 minutes the bell would ring and school would be over for the week.
In 30 minutes he would gather his belongings and meet up with Gon at the school's gates to walk to the bus stop.
This whole thing was Gon's idea – naturally. They sat in an empty hallway, spending lunchbreak away from the lively buzz of the cafeteria. Killua suggested it, he wasn't in the mood to put up with others and his friend didn't seem to mind it.
"Killua?" Gon blinked his big eyes at him over his lunchbox. The addressed only hummed in response, too busy savouring the lunch Mito prepared for him (oh, how he'd missed it…). "Does Leorio know about your family?"
"…Huh?" Killua just stared at his friend, the suddenness of the question making him forget to chew.
"I met him yesterday morning you see," Gon went on, "and we talked a bit. He asked me if we were friends and I told him that you are my best friend!" He beamed at the white-haired boy, puppy eyes on spot, his smile so bright it felt like it could outshine the sun. (Which was stupid, but Killua still thought so.)
"…And?" Killua asked, his mouth twisting into an embarrassed grimace, fighting off the urge to call the other and idiot for being so blunt. Recently Gon announced this rather often and it made Killua quite flustered (but happy nonetheless).
"And what?" Gon tilted his head to the side, having seemingly forgotten about what he was talking about.
"Weren't you talking about Leorio? Geez…" Killua flicked the shorter boy's forehead with feigned annoyance.
"Ah, right!" Gon thumped his fist into his opened palm, ignoring the stinging spot on his forehead. "So I told Leorio that, and then he said I should look after you."
"No way…" Killua frowned in disbelief. "Why would he say something like that?"
Gon looked at him earnestly. "He said that you might not look like that, but you probably don't have it easy, so I should take care of you. So this is why I thought you might've told him something."
"Oh my god…" Killua groaned, burying his face in his hands. "What a nosy old man…! I told him to forget about it!"
"What happened?" Gon scooted eagerly closer, a pleading look in his eyes.
Killua looked away, trying his best to not get swayed. There was no point in being all mysterious about it though, especially since it happened long ago, and – Killua knew – it caught Gon's interest since he first met the college student. He sighed in defeat.
"Illumi used to come to school with me, and one time we got into a fight. Leorio saw it and stepped in – he even wanted to report my brother…" he shook his head, laughing bitterly as he remembered the incident. "It took me forever to convince him that he shouldn't care about this, but he was just as nozy as he is now. And well… that's it," he shrugged, hoping his brief explanation would be sufficient. He knew it wasn't.
Gon sat back, his face serious. "He hurt you, right?" He asked in a low voice. "That's why Leorio wanted to report him."
"Does it matter now?" Killua sighed, the expression on his friend's face serving him as an answer. "It's nothing unusual for me, you know. And it's not like I can do anything about it now, it happened years ago. Don't worry about it.
"But…"
"Just. Drop it."
There was silence, the sharpness off Killua's tone hushing Gon.
"Sorry…" Killua mumbled after a few moments of awkward silence.
"No, I'm sorry for pestering you again!" Gon looked at him with round puppy eyes. A short silence and then: "is it bad at home?"
Killua was surprised by this follow up, but somehow the topic didn't bother him this time, maybe because this time he didn't have Biscuit wear down his defences. Or maybe because he knew he can talk to Gon about this. He could trust the other.
"Depends," he stated matter of factly. "Weekdays are OK, because my parents work and don't have time to pester me. But weekends are more annoying, because they aren't so busy not to mention those stupid fancy gatherings they want to drag me to," he shuddered with disgust. "Though everything is a lot better since Illumi started college. Luckily he doesn't come home too often because he is a workaholic and studies all the time. Otherwise it would be awful."
"Weekend huh…" Gon hummed deep in thought, looking in front of him. Then, face lighting up he turned to Killua with shining eyes. "Why don't you come over to my place and spend the weekend there? Like this you won't have to deal with your parents!"
"Err… what?" Now, this was completely unexpected, Killua was sure he wore the dumbest expression ever, but he couldn't stop gaping at Gon.
"I'm sure Aunt Mito wouldn't mind if you'd come to visit!" Gon just went on, seemingly oblivious about his friend's astonishment. "What do you say, Killua? Isn't it a great idea?"
"I… you… me… uh," was all Killua could muster, but Gon just looked at him with an excited grin so wide, it must've hurt. "You mean…" he tried again, sorting out his thoughts, "like… like a sleepover?"
"Yeah, that's right! We'll have a sleepover!" Gon exclaimed, nodding vigorously.
Killua just sat in silence for a moment, letting the idea sink in. Going to Gon's house, seeing where he lives, how he spends his days, being part of his day… the thought made his stomach flutter with warm happiness. But that tiny bubble of joy popped just as quickly as it appeared.
"Gon… there is no way my parents would allow that," he said bitterly with his head bowed, not wanting to see his friend's disappointment.
"You could ask them!" Gon suggested, being the hopeless optimist, like always. "You said that they aren't so strict, since Ms. Krueger visited your house, right? So maybe they would allow it!"
"Do you even hear yourself?" Killua shook his head in disbelief. "We're talking abour my parents here. Sure, they aren't so bossy anymore, but they still dislike you." Dislike was an understatement though, but Gon didn't need to know that.
"You can still try!" The shorter boy insisted. "You can't know that for sure without asking first!"
Killua just sighed. Sure, he could ask, pissing off his father so much he'll earn himself a week-long trip into his punishment room, what a great idea! Though he really, really wanted to spend the weekend with Gon…
"Yeah ok…" he nodded absentmindedly, making Gon perk up, "but you'll be responsible if I get grounded because of it."
"Right!" Gon nodded with a determined expression. "You can tell them that it was my idea, and that I insisted that you ask them. I'll take the blame, I promise!"
"Jesus, Gon, stop being so dramatic, that was just a joke!" Killua grimaced, rolling his eyes.
"But I'm serious!" Gon whined, annoyed by Killua's dismissive behaviour. "I really want to spend more time with you!" He leaned in close, looking at the white-haired boy with his best puppy eyes.
"Ugh, whatever!" Killua groaned through his clenched teeth, face heating up with embarrassment at his friend's statement.
"YAY!" Gon exclaimed, practically throwing himself at Killua and pulling him into a bear hug.
"What the hell!" Killua squeaked, his face bursting into flames while trying to pry off the shorter boy's arms off his torso. "What are you getting so worked up for, geez! I almost dropped my food because of you, idiot!
"Sorry!" Gon laughed, sounding anything but, not letting go of his white-haired friend.
Killua grumbled in annoyance. Being squeezed by Gon like this made him seriously wonder if he could deal with this for two long days…
.
Even so, he went to his father's office that evening. It was an insane idea actually, but Killua still wanted to ask. He remembered Gon saying you can't know that for sure without asking first, and it was true, would've been true if this wouldn't be the Zoldyck family.
"Come in!" Silva called out not long after Killua knocked.
The head of the family sat behind his desk with papers in front of him in disarray. He held one in his hands, his cold eyes quickly flying over it.
"What do you want?" He barked at his son, and without waiting for a response he went on, "if it's nothing important then leave, I'm busy right now!"
Killua could see this wasn't the right timing to bring it up, but he still answered calmly: "I came to ask you a favour."
It looked like his words weren't registered first, but when they got processed Silva set down the paper slowly and raised an eyebrow at Killua. He gestured his hand towards one of the chairs in front of his desk, beckoning his son to sit down.
"I'm listening," he said, when Killua sat down.
Killua took a deep breath and looking straight into Silva's eyes he said, "I want to spend the weekend at Gon's place."
The way all colour disappeared from the older Zoldyck's face was almost comical, especially when in the next moment he turned red from anger. For a while he didn't say a word, his jaw clenching tightly. The silence stretched on for a few more minutes, then Silva inhaled sharply.
"Why would you want to go to a place like that?" His voice was ice cold, trembling from anger.
"To spend time with him of course," Killua said without batting an eye. He expected this reaction and he didn't want it to discourage him. His father didn't seem to be pleased with his answer.
"That lowlife…" he gritted his teeth but couldn't finish because Killua stood up from the chair.
"Gon is my friend," the white-haired teen said in a low voice, never looking away from his father's eyes. He wasn't sure what made him stand up to his father, was it the anger he felt because his friend was insulted, or just the thought of having Gon as a friend who he can count on? Either way, he couldn't let his father insult Gon.
Silva looked at him with an unreadable expression, seemingly not knowing how to react to his son's demeanor. He then let out a long sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"I don't have time for this," he grumbled, raising his voice when he saw Killua open his mouth, "I'll think about it. Now go!"
Killua stood there for a few seconds. "Thank you," he nodded, then left.
He didn't think he'd get the permission, but Gon was optimistic as always. It wasn't like Killua got outright rejected, but it was very unlikely that his father would allow him to go to Gon's place considering his reaction. The older Zoldyck was simply too tired and too busy to deal with the matter.
A whole week passed, when Silva called Killua to his office. He sat behind his desk just like last time, though he seemed less tired and more composed. He looked at Killua with narrowed eyes, assessing him from behind his glasses. When Killua sat down, he spoke up.
"You wanted to go to that commoner's place right?"
"I still do," Killua nodded. "I want to spend the weekend there."
"The whole weekend?" His father raised an eyebrow in suspiciousness.
"Yes, because Gon lives far away and it takes a while to get there. A lot of time would be wasted just with traveling and we would barely have time to do anything," Killua answered readily.
"How do you even want to get there?" Silva's face started to become slightly pink and Killua knew what this meant.
"By bus," was all he said. Knowing his father, he had to be careful now.
Silva snorted. "Pathetic!" He spat. "And do your precious friend's parents even know about this madness?"
"Of course!" Killua fished his phone out of his pocket and offered it his father. "You can call them if you want, Ms. Freecss would gladly talk to you!" He only half-joked, he knew (hoped) his father would never want to talk to people like Gon and his family.
"Stop joking!" Silva almost knocked the phone out of Killua's hand, his face turning into a darker shade of pink. He pinched the bridge of his nose again, trying to regain his composure. "We told you so many times, that you shouldn't lower yourself to people like that, and yet you still hang around them. Why don't you listen?" He slammed his fist on the desk, stationery and papers jumping from the impact. They held eye contact again, Killua still looking at his father with unwavering eyes. After a few moments Silva let out a long sigh. "If this is what is going to open up your eyes…"
"Wait!" Killua jumped up from his seat, the implication of his father's words making his heart flutter with hope. "Does this mean I can go? You'll allow it?" He couldn't hide the excitement from his voice.
Silva looked like he regretted saying his previous words. Still, he tried to make it sound like he meant it as punishment. "Do what you want! I don't care about any of this!" He spat again, turning away from his son. "Atleast you're going to see with your own eyes what kind of people they are, and then you'll understand why we wanted to protect you from them! You'll be grateful!
To his dismay his words had no effect – Killua just thanked him and was out of the office before he could even blink.
In his room Killua dialled immediately, feeling almost giddy. He could barely believe it, he could really go…
"I can go! They allowed it!" He shouted into the receiver as soon as the other picked up.
"Really? YAAAAAY!" Gon was so loud Killua had to hold his phone in front of him, but he couldn't be annoyed, he was just as happy as Gon was. "See, I told you Killua!" Gon exclaimed with excitement, and Killua wanted to argue first, but then he just laughed. It was still hard to believe that his friend was right. "Soooooo," Gon playfully dragged the word, "next weekend?" The simple question was filled with eagerness; Killua could easily imagine the huge grin the shorter boy had on his face.
"You bet!" Killua grinned too.
The week passed without Silva changing his mind (what Killua feared would happen, considering the tantrum Kikyo threw when she heard about her husband's decision), and here it was, Friday afternoon.
Only 10 minutes left till the bell rang.
He noticed Wing looking to his direction more often than not, discreetely coughing like he wanted Killua to do something. (Probably to pay attention. Well, maybe next time.) The man was talking too, but his calm voice faded into the background, Killua couldn't even remember anything his teacher said. He looked at the board, there was something written on there resembling their homework for the weekend so he absent-mindedly copied it, then his eyes wandered to the clock again.
5 minutes. Still a lot of time.
He fixated his eyes on the hands, counting down the seconds, his ears waiting for the dismissing words to be spoken.
Then finally, finally the bell rang and he jumped up and stuffed his things into his messenger bag, storming out of class just as Wing thanked for their attention and wished them a nice weekend. He ran through the corridors, slaloming around the crowding students. He knew it was ridiculous to get so excited, but he couldn't help it, especially when he saw Gon waiting for him at the gates, grinning widely when they made eye contact.
"Are you ready?" The shorter boy wiggled his eyebrows at Killua, when he reached the gates.
"Stop this, you look stupid," Killua just laughed and shoved Gon lightly. "Let's go already!"
"Right!" Gon nodded wearing his usual toothy grin and grabbed Killua's wrist without hesitation, pulling him towards the bus stop.
"Don't drag me, geez!" Killua grumbled in annoyance, shaking Gon's hand off. "I can go on my own."
"Is that so?" Gon cocked his head to the side, a playful glint flashing in his warm eyes. "I thought you would fall behind with all those bags slowing you down."
"In your dreams," Killua drawled crossing his arms in front of his chest. "I'm the fastest in the class and I'm sure I'm faster than you, even with the bags," he bragged.
Instead of answering Gon just flashed a challenging grin at him and turned on his heels, breaking into a sprint without warning.
"Race me to the stop then!" He shouted back and increased his speed.
"Why you…!" Killua cursed, immediatally going after his friend.
"You're fast," Gon complimented him as they both slumped down in their seat, panting for air.
"I told you," Killua said, a smug gring slowly making its way on his face. "It was a draw only because I had two bags and you got a headstart. Otherwise I would've won."
"Oh really?" Gon nudged his Killua's leg with his foot. "Next time I'll race you when you don't have your bags then."
"If you insist," Killua shrugged, nudging back. "But I'm going to win, just saying."
"We'll see!" Gon just stuck out his tongue at him, then looked out the window.
Killua followed suit, watching the unfamiliar scenery rushing past them, streets, buildings and more and more greenery as the bus left the outskirts of the city.
"Hey, hey, Killua!" Gon exclaimed with excitement, startling the addressed with his sudden loudness. "Look at that tree! Doesn't it look funny?"
Killua followed Gon's finger with his eyes, barely catching sight of that tree his friend must have meant. "It looks like a peace sign," he mused, and amused smile spreading on his face while he "returned" the gesture to the bypassing plant.
"Right?" Gon grinned, amused by his friend's actions. "I always wanted to show you, I knew you would like it!" He flashed a sunny smile at Killua, who just looked at him with an incredulous exression, a light pink flush slowly spreading on his cheeks.
It didn't even took a minute when Gon pointed out the next thing with the same enthusiasm, this time an abandoned building, then another one, and another one – it almost felt like they were on a field trip. The bus ride was almost 2 hours long, but Killua didn't mind it at all. When he wasn't listening to Gon's chattering or trying to see what the other wanted to show him he just leaned back and stared out the window in silence, taking in the unfamiliar scenery as much as he could. It was really refreshing to see something different than his hometown, and (as embarrassing the thought sounded) it was never boring as long as Gon was there with him.
They stretched long after getting off the bus, sitting in one place for almost 2 hours made them quite stiff, Gon making a satishfied grunt when his shoulders popped loudly. Killua just stood there, looking around. The bus stop was deserted, only the two of them standing there. There weren't many houses either; he spotted a small store towards the end of the street, but it didn't look too well-stocked. When the wind picked up a bit he smelled salt in the air, could hear the roar of the sea from the distance. The whole place gave off a very rural atmosphere.
"Let's go before it gets late!" Gon's voice snapped him out of his thoughts. "It can get very dark because whe don't have street lights here."
"You're kidding," Killua tried to conceal the horrified look in his eyes by hiding behind his bangs, but his tone was telling.
"I'm not!" Gon nodded like it was the most natural thing in the 21th century that there was a place where there wasn't any lighting on the streets. Then a mischievous smile appeared on his face. "Are you scared?" He mocked the white-haired boy.
"No way!" Killua shoved Gon by his shoulder, his face heating up with embarrassment.
"I was just joking! I know that Killua is very brave!" Gon smiled sweetly, totally unphased by Killua's shove and started walking down the street. "Don't worry; I have a flashlight with me!"
All Killua could do was to grumble to himself, Gon's statement making the flush on his face deepen. Shoving his hands into his pockets he followed the other lest he loses sight if him, the night started to fall already after all.
"This place isn't too crowded," he noted after a few minutes of walking in silence.
"Mhm," Gon hummed agreeing, "there are more houses near the port because the market's there. Here aren't too many things, that's why it's more deserted."
"It must be a pain to do the shopping."
"It's OK, we have the market, lots of ships sell their stuff here. And Aunt Mito travels to the town from time to time if she needs something that she can't buy here."
Killua just listened in silence, this lifestyle being so foreign to him. As a child from a rich family he had always everything within his grasp as soon as he worded his request. To think that he'd have to travel hours to get into town to be able to shop to his heart's content… And Gon talked about it again as if it was natural, as if it wasn't inconvenient at all. Maybe for him, it really wasn't, he was used to this, growing up in this kind of environment.
This was the first time he saw the difference in their upbringing so clearly, still, it didn't bother him at all. It was more appealing than repulsive.
"We're almost there!" Gon announced and grabbed his wrist again, but this time Killua didn't pull away. The warm hold calmed him for once, since the thought that they'll arrive at Gon's place made him nervous for some reason.
They turned a corner and Killua could see it too, two buildings at the very end of the street – a small bar and connected to it a two-story building, Gon's house. Light was pouring out from the bar's windows and the voices of the people inside got louder with almost each step they took.
"Quite lively in there…" Killua murmured already worrying about how difficult it will be to fall asleep, if they keep this up.
"It's Friday after all," Gon chuckled, then tugged a bit on Killua's hand. "Don't worry, you won't hear anything in my room, the walls are very thick" he said as if he could read the white-haired boy's mind.
They finally got there, Gon peeking in the bar's window as they reached the building.
"Looks like Aunt Mito left the bar already," Gon noted dragging Killua towards the house. "I bet she wants to make something yummy since you're coming today."
Killua just hummed, his nervousness increasing with each step and it was kind of ridiculous, but he couldn't help it. Gon must've sensed it, because he sent a smile towards him before opening the front door and pulling Killua with him into the foyer.
"I'm home!" Gon yelled, finally letting go of Killua's wrist so he could take off his shoes.
Killua heard rattling and shuffling from the nearest room, a delicious smell wafting to him as a red haired woman stepped out. She smiled gently at them, pulling Gon into a warm hug.
"Welcome home!" She said, and turned to Killua when she let go of her nephew. "You must be Killua! I am Gon's aunt; you can call me Aunt Mito! Welcome, make yourself at home!"
He always felt awkward around adults; most of the time he remained silent or (if he couldn't avoid it) made a short small talk and excused himself as soon as he could. This time it was totally different, because this was Gon's aunt, and he really didn't want to leave a bad impression or be impolite. Her smile was so familiar to Gon's that Killua could only nod shyly and mumble a faint "thank you!"
Still, she must have heard him because the look in her eyes softened as she ushered them inside. "Dinner is almost done, so please get ready and come down!"
"Allright!" Gon grinned and waved for Killua to follow him upstairs.
Gon's room was the fartest away from the stairs and as they entered it and Gon closed the door they could really barely hear the dull roar coming from the bar next door. The room was simple and spacious, the few furnitures taking up little space. The walls and the carpet were both light colored, making it more welcoming. It was surprisingly neat; the only thing that seemed to be out of space was a mattress next to Gon's bed – obviously Killua's bed. The sheets had the same color as Gon's.
"Nice room," Killua complimented, getting rid of his bags and walking around the room to take a better look at everything.
Gon just beamed, putting down his own bag, watching Killua as the boy looked through the books and comics on his shelf.
"I have this CD too," Killua smiled as he showed said CD to Gon.
"We can listen to it later," Gon offered. "I have a player in the closet."
Killua nodded and put everything back to their place. It was a bit weird but also nice to know that there was a band they both liked since their tastes were so different.
"Dinner is ready!" They heard Aunt Mito's voice from downstairs, so they made their way back to the kitchen.
They were greeted by a nicely set table full with delicious dishes. It smelled so good that Killua's stomach rumbled loudly, earning a wide grin from Gon, who stood right next to him and heard it. The black haired boy sat down next to an elderly woman whom Killua haven't met yet, Gon's great-grandmother, he guessed. The old lady looked at Killua.
"You must be that friend Gon talks about so much," she said and smiled. "Come, sit down anywhere you like!"
"Thank you," Killua bowed his head, trying his best to not flush at her words. Did this mean Gon talks about him?
Before he could think more about it, Aunt Mito sat down too, and the three Freecss clasped together their hands and closed their eyes, remaining silent for a hew moments – they prayed, Killua realized a second later.
"Let's eat!" Mito said, turning to Killua when they finished saying their thanks. "Eat as much as you want, you don't have to hold back!"
She didn't have to tell him twice. He filled his plate with as much food as he could already knowing from her lunchboxes how good she could cook. The dinner was indeed incredibly delicious, he couldn't even compare it to the food he ate at home, and it was supposed to be made from the best ingredients. It was lively at the table, Gon telling his family about his day then urging him to do the same. Everything was so different than what he was used to. At home they didn't say a word while eating, had to keep perfect manners even though they had no reason to keep up their appearances since there wasn't anyone to judge them. It felt almost like they were at a funeral everytime they sat down to eat a meal.
Another difference in their upbringing spotted. And this one was something Killua never realized he missed, until he experienced it.
When they finished eating Mito stood up immediately to clean up the table, Gon getting up to help her. Killua wanted to offer his help too, even though he never did this, he felt bad just sitting there and doing nothing. But Mito just smiled and declined politely, giving him a cup of hot cocoa instead. Grandmother sat at the table too, enjoying a cup of tea in silence, listening to Gon's and Mito's chatting and occasional bickering with a content smile on her lips. It was a peaceful evening, Killua felt fatique catch up to him, his eyelids getting heavy, stifling a yawn as he stretched his arms.
"I'm not going to take the bed, I have the mattress!" Killua gritted his teeth, being tired of having to say this over and over.
"But Killua, you're the guest, I can't have you sleep on the floor!" Gon whined being the stubborn idiot like always.
Killua let out a frustrated huff and ruffled his hair. They were arguing about who will sleep on the bed for like 30 minutes now, and it was the most unnecessary argument Killua ever had. Since this was Gon's room and Gon's bed, it should have been obvious that he would sleep on the matress, but Gon insisted that it should be the other way. It didn't matter how many times Killua told him that he was fine with the mattress, Gon just wouldn't drop the subject.
"Gon, I swear to god…" Killua started but was interrupted by the click of the door.
"Boys, what is this ruckus about?" Aunt Mito stood in the doorway looking at them with an inspecting gaze.
"Gon is being stubborn, that's all," Killua answered quickly, shooting a piercing side glare towards his friend.
"But it's Killua who is the stubborn one!" Gon puffed up his cheeks. "He doesn't want to sleep in my bed, even though he is our guest!"
"Why would I want to sleep in your bed? This is your room and your bed, I'm fine with the mattress, I already told you!" Killua let out an exasperated sigh.
"Gon, Killua!" Mito interrupted them before they could start arguing again. "I get your problems, but stop fighting, you're being loud! Decide quickly and go to sleep, it's late already!"
"Yes Ma'am!" They said in unison, making the woman smile and leave the room.
"Hmm, then let's play rock-paper-scissors!" Gon suggested. "The winner decides who gets the bed!" He held out his hand.
"Okay!" Killua agreed, holding out his clenched fist too.
It was childish, but still the fastest way to end this stupid quarrel, and Killua really wanted it to end. He was too tired for this nonsense.
To his surprise (and mild irritation) Gon won.
"You'll sleep on the bed!" The shorter boy announced with a triumphant grin, seemingly proud of himself and pleased by the outcome of this short competition.
"Allright, allright," Killua sighed with resignation, climbing reluctantly into Gon's bed.
As soon as he lay down his nose was full with Gon's scent and he was trying his best to fight the urge to bury his face deeper into the pillow. Biting at the inside of his cheek he made himself comfortable, a content sigh escaping him as he felt his previous sleepiness return. He didn't care about Gon; now that the argument was over he supposed the other was busy making a comfortable bed on the mattress.
That was why his heart almost jumped out of his chest when he felt the mattress on the bed dip under another person's – Gon's – weight. His eyes snapped open.
"Scoot over," Gon said, holding a pillow and a blanket in his hands.
"Huh?" Was all Killua could muster, his mind going blank. Was Gon really going to do what he thought?
"Scoot over," his friend just repeated his previous request, looking a bit impatient now.
"But… didn't you say that the winner decides who sleeps on the bed?" Killua sat up, not taking his eyes off of his friend as if he expected Gon to do something unexpected (what he actually did).
"Mhm!" Gon nodded.
"Then what the hell are you doing?"
"I want to go to bed of course!" Gon had the nerve to look annoyed. "You didn't want me to sleep on the floor, but I didn't want you to do that either, so we both sleep on the bed. It's a win-win situation!" Once again Gon seemed very pleased with his idea.
A moment of silence. Then…
"WHAT THE ACTUAL…" Killua almost shrieked, but couldn't finish because Gon pounced on him, covering his mouth with one hand.
It happened so suddenly, it made Killua freeze with shock, his heart pounding loudly in his ears. Before he could regain his composure and kick Gon off, the shorter boy pointed with his free hand towards the door and mouthed Aunt Mito. Killua listened closely, and indeed, after a few moments he could hear footsteps fading into the distance. His friend finally let go of him and both of them let out a relieved sigh.
"See? There is enough space for both of us!" Gon whispered after another few moments of silence.
Killua wanted to argue, because Gon was almost laying on top of him, but when he shifted to gain some space it really wasn't so cramped.
"Do whatever you want!" He huffed; turning around to hide the blush on his face, though he was sure Gon saw it already.
All he got as answer was a pleased little hum, and it made him smile, but it was okay, since Gon couldn't see it this time. His heart rate picked up again when he felt the mattress dip under Gon's weight and he tried his best to remain still. Gon wriggled a bit next to him, then the quiet returned.
"Good night, Killua!" The soft whisper was followed by a warm hand caressing his arm.
"Night Gon," Killua mumbled when the fluttering in his stomach ceased enough for him to be able to speak.
He wasn't worried about the noise coming from the bar anymore. All he could hear was his own hammering heartbeat and Gon's soft breaths. And that, he found, wasn't bothering him too much.
A/N: Happy (late) Holydays! I hope everyone had a good time! :)
Sorry for being late again, I wanted this to be ready for Christmas. Also, sorry if some parts are wonky, I started writing this chapter a long time ago and I always did it when I got home from work very tired... I hope the length of the chapter will make up for it!
On another note, sorry to say this, but don't expect a new chapter this year! I'll be working even on the 31th so I don't think I'll have time to write. But I try to pull myself together in January!
On another side note, some of you might have noticed, that I put "I finally met you" on a small hiatus. Life got a bit too much for me to handle, and I just couldn't keep up with writing two fics at the same time, I'm very sorry about it! But I plan to return in January, and I hope I can bring out a new chapter!
Anyway thank you for reading, see you next year! :)
