Still trying to figure out why I'm having such a mean streak with these two. But things should start getting better soon!
At some point...
Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hunter x Hunter. I would love to though.
Chapter 21: No BullyingXJust Gets WorseXOutbursts
Killua groaned as all the students came flocking out of their classrooms, stampeding through the hallways and flocking around lockers. He had sat there for a good ten minutes before two guys stood in front of him.
"Hey punk, you're in the way," one of them sneered at him, taking a step forward.
"My head already hurts, can you stop making me look at your face so it'll hurt less?" Killua asked, glaring up at the one who spoke to him.
"You think just because you're good at dodge ball that you're untouchable?" the other retorted, also taking a step forward and clenching his fists.
"Oh gosh. My brain, it can't handle the sheer stupidity of both of you at the same time. Please don't torment me by talking to me more!" the pale-skinned teen mocked, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes at them.
"You must think that we won't hurt you just because you already have bandages on," the first one remarked smugly. "Guess again."
He reeled his foot back to prepare to kick the silver-haired boy, who refused to even flinch. The second he started moving his foot forward he felt a hand on the back of his head, losing consciousness when his face was shoved forward and slammed into the lockers on the wall.
The second person turned around and backed up a few steps, catching sight of a fuming Gon. "W-whoa there. Look, I'll take him and go, okay?"
Gon glared at him as he slowly walked to his unconscious friend, watching him warily as he walked past Killua. When the guy was half way past Killua the pale-skinned teen kicked his foot out and tripped him, snickering.
He got up off the ground quickly, muttering another apology, and proceeded to drag his unconscious friend away.
As much as Gon wanted to slam that guy's face into the locker, too, he decided to just let them go rather than causing two bloody noses in one day.
After they were gone, the spiky-haired boy helped his friend stand up and asked if he was alright, bending down to grab their backpacks as well.
"You break his nose and ask if I'm okay?" Killua asked incredulously.
"Well I was waiting for you to handle it." Gon stuck his tongue out in response and began walking down the hall slowly so his friend wouldn't have to try to keep up. "But when he was about to kick you everything kind of..turned red I guess."
Killua smirked as he walked beside the spiky-haired teen. "I didn't do anything because you were there. I figured why do the work if I can get you to do it instead?"
Gon frowned and punched his shoulder lightly. "Lazy."
"You realize at this pace we're probably going to miss the bus, right?" Killua warned him. "You might as well go ahead and catch them. I'll take my skateboard home or something."
Gon winced at the last bit, just remembering...
"Uh..I..kind of forgot your skateboard in your locker."
Killua stopped in the middle of the hallway, clenching his fists for a second before taking a deep breath. Another deep breath.
"That's," Killua sighed, trying to calm himself, "fine. I'll get it tomorrow."
They picked up their pace some, Killua's head feeling like it was pounding harder with every step. When they made it up to the doors to exit the school, they looked out the window and saw the bus door closing.
Gon kicked the door open and ran out into the still heavily pouring rain to try to stop the bus as it began driving away, but it was too late to stop it. He hung his head and sighed, a bout of thunder and lightning going off at the same time. He ran back to the school where the other was breathing deeply again. When he got to the doors, he began shaking his body, trying to get the rain water off.
"It's okay, Killua. We'll just call Aunt Mito for a ride home." Gon grabbed Killua's hand to try to help him calm down some. "But let's use one of the school phones, the storm has been messing up my phone's signal all day long."
The silver-haired teen kicked the door and muttered a 'Whatever' before turning to go to the nearest classroom.
Gon followed, upset at seeing his friend like this. He knew his silver-haired friend had a good control over his emotions the majority of the time, but he also knew that sometimes it just got to be too much. With a day like today, he didn't blame the other for showing anger, though.
When they finally found a classroom that was unlocked, they went in and shut the door. Killua went up to the teacher's desk to use the phone while Gon set their bags on the ground and leaned against the desk beside his friend.
Killua dialed in the number for where Mito worked, and tapped his fingers on the desk as it rang.
No answer.
He clenched his fist and dialed again, letting it ring once more.
No answer.
"Killua."
He dialed again, pressing the buttons a little more aggressively and letting it ring again.
"Killua, stop."
No answer.
Killua picked up the phone and threw it across the classroom, tearing the wire out of the wall. When it collided against the wall and broke into pieces he kicked over one of the student desks, wanting to punch something so badly.
"Killua stop!" Gon yelled at the other, shocked at the sudden outburst.
"No! I'm sick of this day!" Killua turned on his heels and glared daggers at the spiky-haired teen. "Everything has gone wrong from the moment I woke up to now and I'm fucking sick of it!"
He flipped over another desk and kicked the chair in front of it. He was about to go for a another chair when a pair of hands grabbed his wrists and turned him around. He glared down at the barely shorter teen in front of him, who was holding his wrists tightly to keep him from causing anymore damage.
"Killua, stop it. I know today hasn't been good, but it will only get worse if you let it get to you," Gon told him, staring into the dangerously glinting eyes of his friend.
"Don't act like none of this is your fault, either." Killua tore his wrists out of the spiky-haired teen's hands, pointing an accusing finger at him. "If it wasn't for you I wouldn't have a probably broken hand. I would remember whatever the hell happened in gym class that I can't remember. I wouldn't have these dumb bandages on my head. I wouldn't have this fucking headache that just keeps getting worse, and I would have my skateboard right now!"
Gon stared at the ranting teen sadly. He knew the other was just spouting things in anger and wasn't truly mad at him specifically, but...
Hearing all that still hurt so much.
Killua saw the hurt in his eyes when Gon turned to leave the room and just realized what he had done, too little too late. He stood there, completely dumbfounded, for a while before he snapped out of it and ran out of the room.
Age 14
Crash.
"Killua wait!"
Crash.
"Stop! Don't!"
"Shut UP!" Another crash.
Mito had gone on a business trip and Granny was staying at a friend's house for the day, leaving the boys to take care of themselves for the afternoon.
Killua was pretty angry today.
Gon ducked as another plate flew directly over his head and crashed into the wall, turning his head to see the shattered remains hit the floor. He looked for his friend, who was about to flip over the dining room table, and ran towards him once spotted. The spiky-haired teen grabbed hold of the pale wrists and pinned them behind the back of the other.
"Killua, calm down! I know you're mad, but this isn't the way to handle it!" Gon felt hypocritical for some unknown reason, saying something like that.
Killua struggled to get out of the other's grip, trying to think of ways to get away without hurting either of them. "I really don't care right now, Gon. Let me go or I'm going for your stuff next."
"Fine! Take it out on my stuff! Just don't break everyone else's!" Gon turned him around, letting go of his wrists and pointing to the stairs leading to their room.
They both glared at each other, Killua seething and Gon frustrated. Gon won out in the end, though, as Killua huffed and stomped to the couch. The spiky-haired boy following close behind incase the other had another outburst. When the pale-skinned teen plopped down on the couch and crossed his arms, he glared at the other in front of him.
"What? I'm not going to break anything. Leave me alone." Killua rested one arm on his leg, the other on the armrest and his cheek on his fist.
Gon sighed and sat on the couch next to his friend. Lying on his side he lifted the hand on Killua's leg and laid his head under it, letting it drop on the side of his head and closing his eyes. "I know you're mad, Killua, but it'll be okay."
Killua gazed down at the other in his lap, blushing some when the teen's breath made contact with his shirt and warmed his stomach. "W-whatever."
Gon opened his eyes at the small stutter and looked up at his friend, smiling when he saw the blush. He didn't know what he did, but figured Killua must be calming down if his mind is clear enough to get flustered.
He blushed harder at the smile directed towards him and looked away. When he moved his foot on the ground he ended up kicking something, and leaned forward to look down.
"K-Killua! I can't breathe!" Gon yelled through the shirt pressed against his face.
Killua ignored him and leaned further to pick the object up off the ground and hold it in front of himself. "Here it is!"
Sitting back up straight he hugged his skateboard while Gon sucked in a breath through his mouth.
Gon looked a little confused after getting some air. Then he sniffed the air repeatedly, and lifted Killua's shirt, planted his nose against the other's stomach.
"W-wh-what the h-hell are you doing?!" Killua dropped his skateboard on the ground in shock and tried to shove the other back.
Gon pushed his head forward to fight the force pushing it back, breathing in deep. "Killua! I never knew you smelled so good!"
The silver-haired teen clamped his index and middle finger on the other's nose and slapped a hand over his mouth. He clamped harder when the boy started struggling, giving out muffled yells and screams.
"Mmf! MMMMFFF!" Gon tried desperately to scream, pulling at the arms and kicking at the air.
Then the pale-skinned boy felt something wet run across his hand, and pulled back instantly to inspect his palm. He looked at the drool that completely covered his palm and stared at the boy in his lap incredulously.
"Did you just lick my fucking hand?!"
Gon grinned, breathing through his mouth as the other hand was still clamped around his nose, preventing him from breathing through there. "You taste good, too."
Killua shoved the spiky-haired teen out of his lap and onto the floor, stopping himself short of kicking the laughing boy when he landed.
"Hey look, your skateboard. I told you no one stole it," Gon commented, picking it up and getting off the ground.
Killua stood up and snatched it out of the other's hand, putting it under his arm and looking around at the destruction he caused. "Guess I sure made a mess over it, huh?"
"Aunt Mito always says if you love something enough, you'll do anything to get it back even if you should let it go," Gon said, grabbing Killua's hand and grinning. "That's why I would go to the ends of the earth for you, Killua!"
"D-don't say stuff like that!" The pale-skinned teen's cheeks flushed completely red, ripping his hand out of the other's.
"But it's true!" Gon took a step closer. "Plus now I know you smell and taste good!"
Killua felt like he was going to die. Ducking down behind his bangs, he turned on his heels and practically speed-walked to the stairs to shit himself away from the other in their room.
Gon giggled at his friend's reaction, and looked around at the mess, figuring it could wait as Granny would not be back until tonight and Aunt Mito would not be back for a few days.
The door swung open and Mito walked in, carrying some luggage with her through the fog outside. She stopped half-way through the door and looked around the chaotic disaster that was her living room, with Gon standing directly in the middle of all of it.
Gon's head snapped to her direction, and he began waving his hands frantically in front of himself. "W-w-wa-wait, Aunt Mito, it's not what you think!"
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