Aricoil: Thank you so much! Haha. That's what I like seeing, too, which is kinda why I started writing this. And by no means are you weird, heck I'm probably like that too XDD omg. I would be so bad but I'm holding back for everyone's sake so yep. NO SHAME FOR ANGST I MEAN COME ON. Gotta rip 'em apart to put them back together, no? HIDING MY BAD INTENTIONS PSHHHH. I'm not making any sense now so I shall shush and thank you again for your kind review lul. I really appreciate it.
{Warning: Minor Sexual Content}
Not particularly fond of this chapter but; somehow, its ties into my future plot. I don't like it either, but you know what, when you get into drugs; people do some stupid things. This is just an example of one of those. Nobody is gonna like what they might find, yah know?
Enjoy.
"I watched the lying."
The day of the auction for the Green Island games had finally come but Gon was nowhere to be seen.
"Where is he? We've got ten minutes before they close the doors on us!" Zepile waved his hands dramatically through the air, like it might emphasize how late they really were.
Killua adjusted his tie a little off to the side because it was squeezing too tightly on his neck and sighed. "I don't know. He said he was coming this way when I texted him twenty minutes ago."
"Did you try calling him?"
"No answer." Killua reluctantly dropped the beetle phone in hand back into his pant pocket, "I even left a voicemail. Three of them."
"They won't let us in unless he's here. We registered under his name. You know how strict the mafia is on policy."
"Tch. I know, I know." Running his hand through his silver locks, Killua paced back and forth in front of the strangely clad associate of theirs, his giant eyebrows hardly distracting Killua from their current predicament. The auction for Greed Island wasn't going to wait for Gon to show up, no matter how much they begged or pleaded for them to postpone and wait. And if Gon didn't show up, they wouldn't be able to enter and even see the auction and who wins the game.
Gon's one solid lead on finding his father would be a total bust.
Five minutes in and Killua was looking more and more frazzled by the ticking down of the seconds on his wrist watch. His snowy hair was starting to stand up on end with nervous sweat, adding to the fuzziness.
"Killua. What are we going to do? We're going to miss the auction at this rate. Gon will lose his chance to bid on that Greed Island game." The disappointment wasn't so much displayed in Zepile's voice as it was in Killua's heart.
"I'll try my phone again. That idiot can't ignore my spamming messages for too long before he snaps."
A few more minutes later and Killua was furiously jabbing the keys on his beetle phone with the rising anger bubbling in his chest, sending text after text to Gon after he long since found out Gon had turned off his phone. It would dial and go straight to voicemail. That was a bad sign. He was on text number twenty when the slam shut of the doors in front of him made him jump back in place, blue eyes wider then saucers.
Solemnly, he stared down at the unfinished text message he was sending and pressed delete. For the delete button not only rid him of his message, but the last glimmer of hope he had in Gon finding his father. Just as the doors shut before him signified.
Zepile's comforting hand on his shoulder only made the ace ten times worse in the span of ten minutes, at least.
When Killua eventually trudged up the last few steps leading to their hotel suite, his phone still hadn't received any confirmation message from Gon that he had even acknowledged them. Killua felt a vein pop out on his forehead. That bastard. The boiling rage in his rib cage stung, rightfully so. He would punch Gon's lights out the next time he saw him, that he ascertained. This was the last straw. Gon had already been driving Killua insane enough, but this was the final time he would accept it. Yes, he told himself, No more of this shit.
His nice dress shoes were pretty worn out by the time he found their room floor; pitying that they had chosen such a big hotel to stay in the first place. It was ridiculous to navigate. He fished his room keys from his back pocket, snug against his phone and jingled them in the air. Killua wished his heart was as light as the chime the metal made when bouncing against itself. Maybe then he wouldn't feel so god damn heavy. Every foot step, every breath even felt painful, hard. Like he was exerting himself to the brink, really, and was using every last bit of strength just to hold himself upright.
This ordeal certainly had taken a toll on the poor Zoldyck. He often wondered why he was even still around.
I love you, Gon.
Right, that was it, wasn't it? What a sick twist of fate that was.
Gon loves meth more then he'd ever love me.
As Killua neared the door to their room, something perked to his attention, echoing in his ear. Something like low panting? Moans? What kind of sounds were that? A scream for help?
Killua's heart rate doubled in pace, pounding under tight, constricting skin. He felt his world go numb, legs jelly-limbed, and he shakily took the last few steps needed to stand in front of their door. Room 199. The closer he found himself, the more he could hear those gut-wrenching sounds, louder, higher pitched. There was two of them, mending as one, and the sense of dread slowly unfolding itself upon Killua blanketed him in its cold, sticky fingers as much as the nauseating scent in the air clung to every bit of his exposed skin.
It was like a mist; a deep, thick mist predating the air of the hallway, straight to their room and ending right in the entryway. Killua could see it, clear as day even if it were pitch black, and he fought his way to breathe, to think, to move forward just that last step and open the door. The lock clicked, keys doing their job, but he didn't bother to pull them out as he reached out, eyes trained on the constant shaking of his hand. Why was he shaking again? Was he actually scared? Was this what fear felt like?
Gon was okay; he could easily discern his voice from the pair. It was breathing heavily, ragged and hoarse. Raw, animalistic, almost primal; he sounded so masculine. Goose-bumps pricked at Killua's pale complexion and he absently rubbed away at his neck, damp with even more sweat then there was before.
Calm down, Zoldyck. You can do this. Do it for Gon.
"Gon." he said, just once, and sucked in the deepest, greediest breath of air he could and wrenched open the door; throwing all nervousness out the window. It was now or never. The longer he waited, the less time he had to find out what these sounds were originating from; what they were about.
The door flung open and Killua moved in, fast, but he only made it one step in with his hand still glued to the knob before his eyes fell on the sight before him, rendered speechless immediately.
Even with the sheets hiked up over their backs, it was obvious Gon was on top of someone. He could recognize that head of hair anyway; black locks messy and still as pointed as ever; the tips burnt green. The bronze skin glistened in the dark room; the curtains drawn shut. Someone, who he figured was a woman guessing by her long, blonde locks cascading over the edge, was beneath him, arms snugly wrapped around Gon's neck as he moved, kissing the top of her hair every time he thrust forward. They were rocking in unison and Killua's throat tightened the longer he stared at the scene, eyes withdrawing further into his skull in shock.
Killua knew exactly what sex was; hell, he'd seen enough porno films to have a very graphic image of it, but to watch your best friend fucking some random strange with an expression that just screamed I'm high was bone-chilling.
As a complimentary bonus, the entire room was literally covered in a sheet of smoke. Sweet, rich, and somehow bitter on Killua's tongue. His eyes watered as soon as the drugged air hit him, burning like coals. On the floor, the sofa, the nearby coffee table; the whole place just had all these candles filled with that disgusting, disgraceful white powder.
"Ah, ah.."
"Stop." Killua found himself saying, not even sure how he managed to speak at all at this point, voice barely above a squeak. Gon's mouth was parted. Killua easily saw the saliva there. And while Gon's mouth was watering, wet, Killua's was as dry as a desert.
"Ah, ahh..."
"Please stop."
Gon's hips clearly undulated under those sheets, the curve of his naked ass defined by the thin covers that laid atop of it.
"Hnnnghh.. hah.."
"Make it stop."
Killua was choking on his own bit of spit. Their moans, gasps, sounds; he could hardly hear them over the screaming boom, clap, thunder of his heart beat. His pulse rate had to be skyrocketing by now. But he couldn't move, couldn't think, couldn't breathe.
"Yes.. Y-yes..."
"A-ah.. y-yes.. yes, t-there is good."
"D-don't stop. Don't-"
"Gon."
The woman's voice rang out, shattering his mental fortress like a missile, and Killua screamed suddenly; louder then he'd ever had in his entire life.
"STOP! JUST-! FUCKING STOP!"
It was a good thing Gon had indeed heard him that time; acknowledged him, because Killua wasn't sure how much more he could take. He fell to his knees, legs unable to support him any longer, as he stared hopelessly at the confused and slightly startled looks of his best friend and the woman he was courting; gauging she had to be older then him from the looks of it. Gon was always the charmer, wasn't he?
"G-Gon."
"Is that you, Killua?" Gon said, his pitch slightly slurred from the ecstasy-induced haze he was in, head cocked to the side.
The woman beneath Gon scoffed, her arms tightening around that strong, muscled neck Killua spent months dreaming about hugging. All fantasies about that were now thrown out the window. "Who the hell is he?"
"Hm? Oh, he's nothing." replied Gon, instantly, and Killua's hands fell lifelessly to his sides, shoulders dropped just like his slacking jaw.
The woman purred and Gon was peppering kisses along her jaw line, the sultry look in his eyes piercing like a dagger in Killua's heart. "Right now, you should be focusing on me, eh?"
"WHAT THE FUCK? GON."
Killua yelled, again, and immediately regretted it when Gon sent the nastiest glare his way, molten gold eyes lit with that same fire Killua had seen that very first day; now a raging inferno and all-consuming.
"What? Can't you see I'm busy here?"
"Y-you," Killua struggled, stuttering with how powerful the shaking in his body was, "You ignored all my texts and calls. You didn't come to the auction. You missed Green Island. You spent all that money just to get a spot in and see it. F-for this? To have sex?! What the hell?!"
"What is Killua talking about? I was never going to the auction today." Gon quirked a brow, shifting slightly in his spot and the blonde moaned cheerily on the bed.
The silver-haired teenager would have thrown an accusatory finger Gon's way if he were physically able to. "Yes you were! You told me so this morning. You promised we were going to go. That's WHY you're here! Greed Island, dumb ass! What about finding your fucking FATHER?"
"I'm not interested in that anymore." Gon spoke as casual as ever, not appearing the least bit phased with the fact he had just been caught by his 'best friend' fucking some stranger ON THEIR hotel bed like it was an everyday occurrence. Gon shrugged a little then leaned down to grin against the lady beneath him, his hips bucking forward a few times to make her coo and keen out loud. "Ging can go screw himself for all I care. I'm busy."
"Y-you! You bastard!" shouted Killua before he could stop himself, slamming his fist into the nearby wall, effectively caving in the cheap, poorly structured plaster and cement with the newly made dent. A shudder, his knuckles were bleeding, but Killua didn't bother to nurse at his wounds like he would have done so long ago. "F-fuck.. Fuck you!"
"Okay. After I'm done with her, then."
Gon rolled his eyes once, chuckling, and returned to his 'business' and Killua helplessly sat there, in total awe at the nerve of this guy. After all they had been through; all those joyful moments spent discussing where to look, where to go; where to find his father. Gon had been so excited pulling out that memory card and ring, like a kid who just received the best Christmas gift of the century. And now, here Killua was watching Gon stomp on it to pieces, a spiteful frown etching every stupid line on his idiotic face.
"You..." Killua slowly said, even though he highly doubted his voice could be heard over the loud, insistent cries of the woman hitting her peak and Gon above her, high on his own crescendo, "You idiot. You're so stupid. So fucking stupid."
Killua was glad nobody noticed or cared when he left.