I tried to help him.

"Gon. I told you to put that shit away an hour ago. It smells terrible."

Killua held a cloth to his face even though it did little to cover the stench of burnt chemicals and plastic overtaking their entire hotel room. Two days in and already the place absolutely reeked of the horrific odor.

Cheap, impure and poor quality Crystal Meth.

He was shocked hotel management had yet to file a complaint on them; the place smelled rancid, like moldy corpses, only worse.

And how Gon managed to slip out that night they returned to the hotel and come back with a backpack full of that odorless white powder was beyond Killua. He knew he was a light sleeper but somehow, someway, Gon managed to evade detection and was now fully loaded with a whole week's supply of the drug. Gon didn't inform Killua how he got it or how much it cost, all that mattered was the guy was set up and had everything he needed to successfully smoke the junk.

"Gon. Seriously." Killua pressed again, sapphire eyes falling on the sun-kissed male sitting on their shared bed; which was soaked in that nasty smell, with a cigar firmly pressed between two puckered lips. Usually a time like this, Killua would be warring over a rising blush at the mere thought of staring at his best friend's mouth for so long, especially in the display they were right now, just ready for a kiss. Sure, his feelings may had been ever present; his undying crush for Gon Freecs had been confirmed long ago, but it didn't mean he had to voice these feelings out loud.

No. Killua was perfectly content remaining at Gon's side. At the risk of potentially collapsing their already tight-knit friendship; Killua knew better then to let his feelings get in the way, wrench what little hope he had that maybe; just maybe, someday Gon might return the loving gesture.

And so Killua remained silent, waiting. Perhaps it was a game of patience, then. Killua could wait for Gon. He hadn't become an assassin for nothing.

But, what he couldn't wait for, was that god-awful smell to go away and get off of those succulent pair of moistened, dark lips that Killua really had spent too long dreaming of kissing and then some.

"GON!"

"Hm?" Gon responded, almost in a daze, as he lowered the bud from his mouth and blinked over at Killua, head cocked to the side, "What is it Killua?"

Gaping, dumbstruck, Killua smacked a hand on his forehead and sighed. "Have you seriously been ignoring me this entire time?"

"No." Gon said, tongue running over his bottom lip thoughtfully. He placed the drug back against his tongue and sucked loudly from it, small clouds filtering out his nose as he breathed. Killua grimaced.

"Liar. You're high, aren't you?"

Gon looked confused. Genuinely confused. "What's high?"

"...you're doing drugs and don't even know what the hell HIGH means?"

"Nope." A shrug of amply muscled shoulders was all he got in return. Killua smacked his other hand to his cheek now, dragging both down his face in a dramatic fashion, groaning out his frustration.

"Gon. Stop smoking that crap. That stuff is bad for you and messes up your head. Quit it! I'm not joking around, here!"

Gon pulled away his cigar and held it towards Killua then, a broad smile on his dopey, stupid face. "Neither am I. Here, want some? I'll share."

"NO!" shrieked Killua higher then intended, smacking away the offending piece of garbage far off across the room. Gon jerked, bolting off the bed with reflexes that were uncanny for an Enhancer to have; even more so for a guy who ambled around like he had boulders for feet. He hurriedly snatched up his cigar and sent a glare Killua's way; a glare that had even Killua shaking in his boots, breathless when he caught sight of it.

The darkness in those eyes, devoid of life, were palpating his heart; icy and unforgiving. Gon was mad.

"I-" Killua started, but Gon barked over his own voice, tone harsh and grating like knives

"Fine! Be that way, Killua. You're such a jerk! I'm never sharing with you, AGAIN!"

BANG.

The door slammed behind Gon as he left and Killua sunk into a dead, cold silence. A silence; that, too this day, never left him.