A.N: Hello everyone! Sorry about not updating for a while, but I had writer's block for a bit. I know that last chapter was a little...depressing... so I wanted to write something a bit more light-hearted. I hope I sucedded! ;p So please enjoy this chapter!

Disclaimer: I own nothing. All rights to rightful owners. *dodges flying buns*

I sighed with content and patted my now full stomach happily, smiling probably like an idiot. Drool ran slightly from the corner of my mouth as I thought of all the delicious new food that I had just consumed, and wondered how on earth I had lived not knowing that such delicacies were available.

The only thing nagging at me, though, was that Killua was staring at me. With wide eyes. Staring. It was creeping me the heck out, and sort of ticking me off too. I gave him an annoyed questioning glare. He blinked in surprise, but quickly shook his head. Maybe it had to do with the ten stacks of dinner plates on the table? But hey! Cut me some slack. I hadn't eaten well for…well…my whole life.

"And I thought Gon and I had appetites, we're like kittens compared to a friggin monster cat like you," he whispered looking down to the side, but it just so happened that I had good ears and could pick up on his words.

Dear Killua, don't you know it's rude to talk of a ladies' appetite? Apparently, someone needed to teach him how to talk to girls. I tapped the table lightly, and when he looked at me, something hard, yet soft, and a little gooey slammed right into his face.

My face lit up in joy as our, well, my freshly ordered cherry pie hit, and I put up a muscle arm and slammed my other hand to my upper arm, pumping it in the process. 'Yes! Home run cherry pie!'

Almost as if trying to provoke the now red-stain haired boy even further, the pie decided to take a comically slow time sliding down his face, and eventually landing back on the floor.

Silence. His eyes were hidden by his bangs, and his shoulders started shaking. Finally, the moment I was waiting for… he exploded. "Oh that is it! You're on! BRING IT!" He loaded both of his hands with as much food as he could get, and began launching them at me with deadly speed. I jumped as I mentally yelped, and bolted out of my chair, a huge smile slapped on my face. If my voice worked, I would've been squealing and laughing my head off as I now ran like I had ants in my pants from the murderous food thrower.

He began to follow me by jumping up onto the table and started grabbing plates, launching them at me like Frisbees. I had quite a few close calls, and he was yelling insults and provocations the whole while. But I knew he was only kidding. He was wearing his usual vengeful kitty mask :3.

That lasted a grand total of three minutes before the owner of the American restaurant kicked us out (literally) and we ended up on our butts in the street. Boy did we get quite a bit of odd stares and a berating from the owner about turning his high class burger (the first time I heard it I thought Killua had said "booger") joint into a hectic war zone of flying hamburgers, shakes, fries, and pies. (ooh! I should make a song out of those words! "shakes, fries… and pies!).

It probably didn't help much that we were laughing so hard, tears were streaming down our faces and we were rolling on the floor like maniacs.

We were finally able to calm down enough to get our laughter down to just a few giggles and chuckles. We were silent for a while, enjoying each other's companionship. By now, the sun had completely dipped below the horizon, and the orange streets lamps lit.

I cocked my head, wondering what time it was. I tapped Killua twice on his right shoulder, me being on his left, and he looked at me. I tapped the back of my right wrist twice. He shrugged his shoulders. "Dunno. But probably time to head back. I'm going to take it you don't have a family either, do you?" he was pretty blunt about it, making it more of a statement than a question, but I didn't mind. I wasn't really all that sensitive about it simply because it was true.

He sighed, and he got up, gesturing for me to follow him. We walked a different route than we had previously taken to get to the restaurant, passing numerous shops and other types of restaurants along the way. Killua walked by all of them without sparing them a glance and hands in his pockets. However, one store did seem to catch his attention. Albeit it was just a slightest flicker of his eyes and the tiniest hesitation in his step, I noticed it. I also noticed what store it was. I think I knew how to thank him for all he's done for me.

Killua's POV

I groggily sat up, daylight streaming in through the open windows. 'Mmmm, I don't even remember getting back here and falling asleep,' I thought to myself as I got up and stretched. I looked around through half-closed eyes, but as soon as I did a sweep through of the room, I immediately panicked.

"Shizuka?" I called while starting to look around to see if she was hiding somewhere or something. When I found no trace of her, I progressively called her name louder and louder, becoming more and more frantic. I banged on the bathroom door. No response. I kicked open her own room door. Nothing. I checked other rooms (much to the horror of the other hotel tenants), but still nothing. Finally, just as I was about to blow up big time, a loud clang scared me shitless, but due to my training, I only reacted with a calm look in the direction of the noise. It came from down the hall.

I followed a seemingly consistent string of noise to the source, having to walk 4 rooms down the hall and took a right. I opened a door that led to the floor below, and followed the clanging until I reached the room it was obviously coming from.

"Shizuka!" I yelled, nearly tearing the poor wooden doors of their hinges. Another loud clang and crash followed causing me to wince inwardly, and I cautiously stepped inside. I stopped cold and sweat dropped. It looked like a tornado, hurricane, and tsunami all hit the poor kitchen.

Brownish smudges painted almost every surface it could reach, pots and pans were blackened as if they got burnt, and overall, it was just a total wreck of a room. But still on my mission to find a certain missing someone, I carefully stepped around most of the splotches of gosh-knows-what (though I missed a few and ended up slipping, successfully managing to paint myself in the gunk as well), until something sprang up right in front of me while I was right behind the kitchen counter top in the middle of the room.

Yelping in surprise was all I could do to resist my automatic reaction of lashing out to the thing that popped up pretty much right in my face. But something odd struck me about this shape. It was almost as tall as me, but just a little bit shorter.

Then it turned around sharply, staring at me with surprised violet eyes. Even though the figure was so covered in whatever it was that was brown and black on her, I would never misplace those striking eyes brighter than the sun, more purple than lavender, and sweeter than the sweetest sweet.

"shizuka!" I cried. I almost glomped her, but I had to remember to keep my dignity as a man. So I just bonked her on the head and gave her a good scolding. "What the heck are you doing!? Do you have any idea how much stress you put on me this morning? I probably got a thousand grey hairs because of you! Don't you ever," I poked her roughly on the forehead after each word, "do *poke* this*poke* to me *poke* again!"

Shizuka gave me an apologetic smile while rubbing her now abused forehead, but perked up almost immediately, surprising me. I gave her a strange look as she jumped up and down excitedly as if someone had just given her an energy drink, and grabbed my hand. "W-wha!? Hey! Where are you dragging me?" I asked, though I know I wouldn't get an answer. She just looked back at me with an excited smile.

When she released my hand, she held her own up to her eyes, covering them. "You want me to close my eyes?" I ask her. She nodded. Although I had no idea why I had to listen to her, I did so anyways. A few more clanging and banging noises later, she tapped my shoulder, indicating that I could open my eyes again.

When I did, I think I almost dead-panned. "What is that?" I asked, pointing to the burnt looking circular brown lump in a small circular dish that could've been used to hold a small tart. She didn't seem to care that it looked like it could poison something, but instead pushed it towards me.

Although I had serious doubts about it, I didn't want to hurt her feelings by not trying something that she had obviously spent a lot of time and effort (and destruction) into making, so I grabbed a nearby fork that had been strewn about, and took a small bite. As soon as my mouth closed around it, my eyes widened.

Stars appeared before me, and twinkling lights dazzled around my head. My face melted into one of pure bliss. It was more wonderful tasting, sweetest, most decadent piece of chocolate I had ever had in my entire life. (And that's saying a lot).

I saw something enter my field of vision, and I looked down to see Shizuka holding a folded piece of paper out to me. I took it, and what it said was more than I could ever ask from her. Though the words were simple, they held more meaning to me than I think she would ever know.

"Thank you"

AN: Well, this will probably be the last update for a while because I'm going away for a few weeks, and then school starts again -_-(). But I hope I didn't leave off on a cliffy. I'll pick up the plot again next chapter now that we got some fun stuff in here :) So cya then! XD (and though I don't think I have to tell you wonderful guys this, but reviews are very much welcome! )

Oh, and in case you're wondering, Shizuka found a computer and found a chocolate recipe online.