"But I can still remember what his face looked like."

Biscuit sat beside a very-intently focused Gon as he stared, hard-pressed at the tiny little ball of Nen hovering at the tip of his index finger, face pushed and tense in concentration. "Hey Gon." She said, head canted towards him, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah?" Gon blinked, once, then lowered his finger and glanced at her with a sideways curious expression. "I'm okay, Bisky. I think I've almost got this down now! See?" He held his digit back up and waved the yellowish orb around in the air, watching it stay stuck to his nail as it maintained its round, soft form. "A few more tries and I think I'll have it down perfectly!"

"That's nice, Gon. You're progressing very quickly. I am very impressed with how much you've grown." She murmured, placing her chin on a gloved hand and peered over at the small rock sitting several feet away. The rock she instructed Gon to throw his Emission attack towards. If he can launch that small sphere on his finger and successfully hit the rock without his Nen breaking, then he would have passed his first step in learning how to master his secondary technique; Paper. But ever since her talk with Killua, helping Gon learn to buff up his Nen attacks wasn't really what had been lingering on her mind.

With Killua gone off to complete the Hunter exam and obtain his license; this left Biscuit and Gon alone together to train. And possibly do much more then that, if she can pick her words carefully in a way not to scare Gon off from talking openly towards her, let her learn a thing or two that she knew she'd never weasel out of Killua.

Biscuit and Killua were one in the same: Once a liar, always a liar. That was one of the many common traits Transmuters shared among themselves. And if she knew any better, she fathomed he must be one hell of a liar to cover up their tracks. The path she's peeked at; the one they tread, was nigh invisible and undetected. This would be a struggle. It was enough she had managed to wiggle the confession of them having sex to the open air, but prying out that one last secret was going to be a much harder ordeal in this case.

On top of that, it wasn't Killua per say who was the one hiding something. It was Gon.

She knew she must approach this cautiously. Gon was an Enhancer; simple minded and earnest. But in all the 50 years of her Nen training and ripe, lively age; she knew a ticking time bomb when she saw it. Gon was that exception to your typical Enhancer attitude just on the premise that he was unstable, uncontrollable, and wild in nature.

Both boys were the biggest handful she's had to juggle in a very, very long time.

"Hey Gon." she spoke up, again. Gon just broke apart his ball of Nen and was whining audibly with frustration.

"Yeah, Bisky?" Gon turned, settled down immediately, and smiled with all sparkly white teeth included.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"A question?" He perked, wiggling his finger once a new ball of Nen appeared above it, dancing on the edge, then nodded. "Sure, what is it?"

"Why are you and Killua having sex if you aren't in a relationship?"

Gon choked on a breath of air, flailed, and lost his concentration. The audible pop and crackle of his stored Nen burst and the backlash sting against his hand made Gon squeal high-pitched until his voice crack. Biscuit stifled a laugh against his wrist, waiting for him to settle, before he sunk back on his rock seat and glowered, cheeks puffed like a little kid. How cute. Killua and Gon have cute reactions for mere boys.

"What are you talking about, Bisky? Killua and I aren't-" He licked his lips, a faint blush rising on his tanned cheeks, "-aren't doing anything like that." He gestured his hands out at random, like he was trying to accentuate his words into another meaning and obviously struggling. Biscuit guessed that Gon must have at least a decent amount of courteousness, unlike Killua and his blatant shyness that deterred him from being open and honest with himself. Killua would deny the truth for as long as he could prolong it and Gon would try to ease himself away from it, but undoubtedly she figured he'd give in eventually.

"Yes you two are. You can't hide it from me, Gon, I know you've both been having sex." She pointedly brushed her gloved fingers across his forehead a moment before she flicked him hard in the head. "So don't try to lie to me about this, okay? You can be honest. I'm not going to be mad."

Gon whimpered and rubbed at the painful spot on his forehead, pouting. "Okay, okay. Sorry, Bisky. We're just having sex because we want to. It feels good. Is there something wrong with doing something that makes you feel good?"

"No." Biscuit rose a brow, because Gon had a point. There was nothing wrong with feeling good, but she pressed on to decipher if Gon knew the consequences that comes with good feelings to someone who isn't matured enough yet to be experience it. "There's nothing wrong with that, but you do know the complications that can rise from having sex, don't you?"

"We use protection."

"Besides using protection."

"We're really clean about it."

"Besides being clean."

"We have each others consent."

Biscuit sighed. Gon was avoiding the whole focus on having sex. Sure, it was great he was being cautious and doing it the safe and the correct way, but he was still missing the point of the matter. A matter that, being so young, he wouldn't catch, because that was how teenagers worked. She should know, she was once one herself in the same place; the same spot and caught in the same exact act. It was something they all shared in common – Innocent, human curiosity and an evasive attention span of anything that might deter one from the their own screwed up sense of logic.

"That's good you're both doing all that and are willing, but you're not catching what I'm referring to, Gon."

"Then what is it?"

"Sex is supposed to be shared between two people who are mature enough to handle the repercussions of their actions. You and Killua are only teenagers for Christ's sake. You shouldn't be having sex this young at age!"

"What does age have to do with when you can have sex? If you're mature enough at any age, then can't you have sex?"

Biscuit did a f ace palm. "Nobody can reach maturity until they enter adulthood, Gon. That doesn't count no matter how mature you think you are. You aren't."

Gon's face scrunched up humorously, but he looked more angry then anything. "That's not very nice. It's like you're calling us stupid. Which, I know I'm stupid, but still."

"Just listen to yourself, Gon! You shouldn't be having sex! Who even taught you about sex, anyway?"

"No one. I learned it on my own and went from there."

Who the hell even raised these boys?!

"Are you telling me nobody told you about sex when you were growing up? Parents? Relatives? Anyone?"

"Well, Aunt Mito did mention it once, but we never got to finish the conversation when I left Whale Island to pursue my goal in becoming a Hunter." Gon tapped his chin. "But otherwise, she never got to give me that 'Birds and the Bees' talk I heard a lot about. So I had to take matters into my own hands and learn it myself."

Biscuit's jaw dropped. "What about Killua then? Has he ever said where he's learned it from?"

"Probably his family. They're pretty strict. That and he used to watch a lot of porn back then, too, so he probably learned a lot from that."

Holy- Are you kidding me?!

"Gon-"

He interrupted her, holding up his hand with a small hum, "Our friend Kurapika told me some stuff, too. I asked him about gay sex and he told me about using protection and how it works. Kurapika was really educational and knew a lot of stuff so he told me about everything I needed to know. As long as I use protection and I'm being safe, then Kurapika said sex is normal and healthy for anybody at any age."

Biscuit felt her eyebrows twitch annoyingly. Whoever the hell this Kurapika guy is, needs his screws twisted and adjusted, because he's gone and blew these poor kid's heads way out of proportion! This is too messed up for me. Somebody has to do something and set these boys back in place before it's too late!

"Gon, from now on, as long as you two are being trained under my guidance I will forbid you from having sex with each other."

"What! Why?" Gon exclaimed and Biscuit drew away because Gon looked ready to jump at her; his muscles taut and wired like he might burst like a cannon any second. "Why can't we have sex? That's not fair!"

"Because, I said so! I told this to Killua, too; that he needs to think about his actions and stop before it gets worse. I don't want to see you two get hurt doing something so stupid like this. You aren't ready to be having sex. So, my decision is final!"

BANG.

Biscuit's eyes widened and she barely missed ducking beneath the rubble of the nearby rock Gon smashed his fist through. As surprised as she might have been in all seriousness when her student suddenly decides to swing their fist and blow through solid rock with no real purpose or warning beforehand, it was Gon's face that petrified her the most.

There was anger flashing in those golden irises; a fire burning like a hateful wildfire, scorching and hot, and Biscuit felt the pulsating heat from where she sat only a foot away. Blood dripped from Gon's knuckles and she realized he had use little Nen to guard it as much as he had used to attack instead. There was some discolored bruising on her cheeks where she couldn't escape the trajectory of the rocks being thrust out at incredible speed, and she brushed a thumb over her cheek to confirm where she had taken a hit.

At Gon's sides, his fists shook with rage and she swallowed, a bead of nervous sweat on her brow at imagining how much harder a hit she may have taken if those fists had aimed for her, despite her expert Nen ability.

I've never seen someone so mad before.

"Gon, are you okay?" She hesitantly asked, not liking the sight in which she was forced to see. She was so used to seeing Gon all teeth, all smiles; with light and good cheer and those cheesy fantasies of sunshine and rainbows a halo on the background in which Gon Freecs stood, laughing and happy. She was used to him waking up every morning, bruised bumps on his head but filled with piss and vinegar, ready to greet the day and resume his training; a full frontal assault of determination and concentration. And above all; genuine desire.

Every day he went at it head on but in a positive way and this was nothing short of negative in her view.

She wasn't used to this Gon Freecs, seething with hidden rage, bubbling up in the pits of his gut to the acid in his throat and threatening to spit out like fire from the dragon's maw. He was visibly shaking, like his trembles would contain all the things he wanted to do, physically and mentally. Gon was biting his lip and Biscuit clearly saw the blood sliding down his chin as thick as that which freckled his knuckles in the same way the freckles on his bronzed skin were slick with sweat.

She hated seeing this look as much as Gon probably hated her right about now, for denying something she presumed brought him immense satisfaction to make up for a far-fetched situation. Greed Island was complex, complicated, and too soon were two young adolescent boys thrust into a world she knew they weren't remotely prepared for. Battera should have enforced an age limit when he was interviewing for game candidates. They didn't have enough real-world experience to challenge a game obviously meant for grown-ups, or at least, those more ready to see the carnage and drama of real-life day reenacted in a virtual world. Whatever had brought them together in that moment; made their bodies join as one, was presumptuously not something that was supposed to happen, yet it did, and she gathered it may have been from conflicting emotions that did them in. Greed Island did this to them.

Lost. Scared. Confused. Alone.

When Gon had said they were mainly here in search of hinting clues towards his father's whereabouts; she actually wanted to laugh. Why these two boys joined on the premonitions that it would give Gon clues to finding his dad; she did not know. How a Hunter's game designed for only the bravado of men, the steel willed and strong tempered and the Nen enriched; had a pair of growing teenagers fighting in the midst was something she truly sought answers for but was too frightened to take that last step and get down to the bottom of it. Age told her to tread carefully with life and seeing Gon's fury happen now was one of many reasons that kept her discouraged from seeking out the truth.

There were some things, Biscuit knew you should never know about.

After a long, stilling pause, Gon coughed and Biscuit's head snapped up in surprise. "It's nothing." He said in a low monotone, voice a quiet and hushed register of it's usual bouncy, upbeat pitch. He pushed his bloodied hand into the pocket of his tight shorts and turned so his face was shadowed by the misdirection of the sun's rays on him. "It's nothing." He repeated to himself and begun walking away, his back on her.

It's not nothing. Biscuit versed, shutting her eyes on the image of Gon escaping his own fate simply by walking away. His back was turned, not just on her, but everything she knew was haunting him; a second shadow on his heels. Grim and foreboding.

She twitched her nose, smelling a rancid odor left behind by his presence that singed her nostrils, like cinder and smoke, and she scrunched it up with both fingers pinched at the bridge. She hadn't noticed it there before, not until he left, and the ash of his smell lingered behind. The foul stench made her eyes water, the bleach chemicals strong, sweet, and seductive.

Biscuit recognized exactly what this smell was on him that she had been keeping tabs on ever since they met. But now, it was worse, so far worse; and yet all he had done was simply walk away.

There's more to it than that.

She looked up, lowering both hands to seat in her lap, and sighed. Gon was nowhere to be seen and her heart sunk in the dark, overhanging cloud that blanketed the land in its somber atmosphere. Everything around her was black again and she missed that light in those two boys she found in the beginning.

She missed it, dearly. Her two precious gems were nothing but lumps of coal, now.

So why, Gon, must you keep lying to yourself about it?