I think I got a little too cliche in here, but I don't know...

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Disclaimer: I do not own Hunter x Hunter. I would love to though.

Chapter 22: Making UpXMoving OnXFirst Tears

Killua ran through the hallways to look for his friend, running into Razor at some point.

"Mr. Razor! Have you seen Gon?"

Razor jabbed his thumb to one of the school's exits behind himself. "Just left a few minutes ago. He looked pretty down, too. Did something happen?"

Killua ignored his question and ran for the door, pushing past it and looking around the school yard. It was still pouring from the storm, thunder and lightning going off every so often.

Killua looked up at the bleak, grey sky. Strangely he noticed that while the thunder and lightning had been in sync all day long, there was now no thunder going off anymore.

Where had the lightning's thunder gone?

Gon walked through the town solemnly, looking around the empty streets. While normally full of people, it would be understandable that it be empty on a day such as today. No one in their right mind would be out today.

Too bad he wasn't in his right mind right now.

While he normally wouldn't let anything said really get to him, it wasn't even what was said. That was no problem. The problem was who said it.

He looked up at the sky to look for the thunder and lightning that had been inseparable all day, only just noticing that there was plenty of thunder but no longer any lightning in sight.

He guessed that made him feel a little better, knowing that he wasn't the only one who lost his own lightning. Though he still had to wonder...

Why was the thunder's lightning not here right now?

The silver-haired teen ran down the sidewalks as fast as he could, heading out of the school's neighborhood and towards town. He knew the other would be trying to stay away now, so home would most likely be the last place he ran off to. He had an idea that the park would probably be the first place to look.

As he got into the town area he looked around while heading towards the park. He noticed the streets and sidewalks were almost empty, save for a few running by with umbrellas and some driving home rather than waiting out the storm wherever they previously were.

He glanced into alleyways, between buildings, inside windows and around the sidewalks. When he got to the park he noticed the familiar head of spiky hair, dampened down by the rain, sitting under a thick tree and being shielded from any more rain that might try to fall on him by the many leaves and branches. He was sitting with his knees against his chest, arms resting on top of his knees and head buried in his arms.

"Hey." Killua walked up to the other, taking cover under the leaves and sitting beside him.

Gon didn't answer, but only pressed his face deeper into his arms.

He had expected Killua to go home, not come looking for him. He felt compelled to come here because it was the closest, most naturalistic place he could think of at the time and being around nature usually made him feel better.

Killua slowly draped an arm over the other's shoulder, pulling him closer and resting his cheek on top of the soaked spiky head of hair. "I'm sorry, Gon."

"You didn't have to come looking for me," Gon said, muffled by his arms. "Should have just gone home."

"I only have that home because of you."

Gon raised his head at that, searching and confused. "You wouldn't have had as much of a bad day if it weren't for me, either."

"I wouldn't have ever had anything close to a good day without you." Killua leaned forward, pressing their foreheads together and touching their noses. It was only then that he noticed the other's slightly puffy eyes, and figured he must have cried at some point today. "I didn't mean anything I said earlier, I was just mad and you were the closest thing to take it out on. My hand? My fault, I shouldn't have tried to hit you anyways. My head? We just went too far, I guess. Both of us. My skateboard? I wouldn't even have that skateboard if you hadn't given it to me in the first place. I wouldn't have a home, or a family. I would still be in that orphanage, hiding away from everyone and not knowing that some people in the world are actually worth the time of day."

The spiky-haired boy smiled at hearing all that, turning to the side to hug his friend and bury his face in the crook of the pale-skinned boy's neck. "Thanks, Killua."

"I also wouldn't..have you." He hugged the other back, resting his chin on top of his head. "And I would absolutely hate that. I'd rather have been tortured for all those years and met you than have my old family love me."

Gon pulled his head back and looked the silver-haired teen in the eyes. He noticed that Killua was blushing and looking away at saying something like that. With both of their faces as close as they were, he figured now would be as good a time as ever to try his luck.

"Killua."

Killua looked at his friend, and his eyes widened in shock when upon turning he immediately felt the lips of the other on his. He stared wide-eyed and frozen at Gon who had his eyes closed.

After a few moments of getting no response, Gon pulled away and looked at the wide-eyed teenager in front of him. He felt his chest tighten in fear, believing he may have just done something he really shouldn't have.

"I..I'm sorry. I thought..well, actually I didn't really think that through. At all."

"You don't ever really think anything through much," Killua commented, averting his gaze and blushing profusely.

Gon scratched the back of his head in embarrassment. "U-um..did you want to-"

He got cut off when Killua cupped his face in both hands and kissed him, giving him his turn for a wide-eyed pause. After a moment he started to return the kiss, but only got to for a second as the silver-haired teen pulled away rather quickly with a red face.

"W-we should get going," Killua said, still not looking his companion straight in the eyes. "You know, before we get sick or something."

"Yeah, I guess so." Gon smiled wide at the other, knowing that was probably the closest he'd get to a confession at the moment. "So how did you know I was here?"

"You like nature a lot, and it's the only place that really has trees and stuff around here. Plus I know you," Killua answered, standing up and offering a hand to help the other up. He examined the other's slightly puffy eyes when Gon stood up and questioned sadly, "I didn't make you cry, did I?"

Gon examined his friend, confused at the self-accusation. He had cried in the nurse's office, but didn't really blame the other for that. It was not like Killua was in his right mind at the time. He felt like crying while he was out in the rain, but hadn't actually done so recently.

"No, why do you think that?" Gon asked.

"Your eyes are still a little red and puffy." Killua pointed at the boy's face, his eyes more specifically. "That's a sign that a person has cried. I caused it, didn't I?"

"What?" Gon brought a hand up to his face, feeling across his eyes. "Oh. Yeah, but it wasn't your fault. You were freaking out in the nurse's office and it scared me really bad, so I don't blame you."

Killua gave a small sigh of reprieve, happy that his outburst back at the school was not the catalyst. He had only ever seen his friend cry once, and would pay money to never see it again.

"Want to go to that restaurant across the street?" Gon asked after a long bout of silence.

Upon seeing Killua nod, he began walking side-by-side with the other. When he noticed the pale-skinned teen dig his hands into his pockets, Gon shoved one of his hands into Killua's pocket to hold his hand.

Killua looked over, surprised at the action. Cheeks tinted slightly pink he continued onward, both walking at a leisurely pace even while the rain beat down on them. On their way across the street they both looked up to the sky and noticed a streak of lightning light up the sky at the same time a boom of thunder was heard.

"Hey, the thunder got its lightning."

"Guess the lightning found its thunder."

Age 14

Killua and Gon walked through the front door to their house, laughing about something that happened on the way home from school. When they noticed Mito sitting on the couch with her head down and crying, they dropped their backpacks and ran to her side.

"Aunt Mito, what's wrong?" Gon asked worriedly, crouching down in front of her.

She looked up at her nephew, and over at the silver-haired teen sitting beside her. "Boys, I have some terrible news."

She gestured for them to follow her as she went up the stairs. They walked down the hallway past their bedrooms and stopped in front of Granny's room. When she opened the door, she took a step aside and let the two walk in to see Granny lying in bed.

"Aunt Mito..I know it's the afternoon and all, but if Granny wants to take a nap just let her. I think you're kind of overreacting," Gon said, frowning at his aunt.

Killua looked away from the bed, already understanding what had happened. "Gon, she isn't asleep."

"Huh?"Gon turned around and looked at his friend, confused. "What do you mean?"

Killua grabbed the other by the shoulders, turning him to face him. "Gon..she's dead."

The spiky-haired boy's head snapped around to look at the bed, harboring a look of utter disbelief. He looked at his friend, then back at the bed again. Slapping Killua's hands away, he turned around and started after the bed.

"That's not funny, Killua. Don't joke about that, ever."

"Gon, don't." The pale-skinned boy grabbed Gon from behind and held him back. "Come on, let's go."

Gon struggled to get out of the other's grip as he got pulled out of the room. He stared at Granny's still face as Mito shut the door, tears starting to stream down his face as realization hit him like a truck.

Killua dragged the still struggling spiky-haired teen into their room, shutting the door with his foot and locking it before letting the him go. He slapped away Gon's hand when the other immediately went for the door knob, putting his back against the door to stop him.

"Killua MOVE!" Gon yelled, trying desperately to get past his friend.

The silver-haired teen grabbed his companion by the wrists to try to hold him still, looking into his eyes. "Gon, I'm sorry. I feel just as bad, but we can't do anything about it. This just happens."

Gon tried to pull his wrists out of the grip, but only ended up collapsing to his knees. The pain in his chest was too much to bear at the moment.

"I don't CARE! She wouldn't just die like that! LET ME GO!" Gon screamed at him.

"Gon..." Killua slid down the door to sit on the floor, pulling the spiky-haired boy into him and embracing him, tears beginning to form in his eyes as well. "...I know it hurts, but you need to calm down. Come here."

Gon struggled less violently for a while longer before he gave in and buried his face into his friend's chest. He screamed out into Killua's shirt and wrapped his arms around the other's torso.

The tears started streaming down his face as he watched his friend break down in his arms, wanting nothing more than to take all the pain away. He hugged the sobbing and screaming teen tighter, rubbing soothing circles on his back and telling him everything would be okay.

"Just let it all out, Gon. Just let it all out..."

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