Thank you to everyone for their reviews and comments, and sorry for taking a while to update.
To KILLU UKE99: I have been thinking about having him show up in the present time, which would most likely resort to a flashback or two of him, but I don't know about that yet. But I am pretty much making this up as I go along, as I never planned to take the story anywhere near this far (or thought anyone would be interested for that matter) so we'll just have to see what happens in the end I suppose.
As for Killua..well I kind of see them as a bit of both I guess, or "interchangeable". So I guess they're kind of half and half for me, but I do usually like Killua as the Uke a little more. He just seems like that to me for some reason, even though he has a dominant side some times and with certain matters.
Or maybe I'm just over-thinking and making it complicated for myself. Who knows. I guess my answer is both yes and no, but leaning more towards yes.
But, here's another update for you all. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Hunter x Hunter. I would love to though.
Chapter 23: Generous BlondeXClosenessXGet Along
The pair stopped under the awning above the door, looking themselves over.
"I'm not so sure they'll let us in like this..." Gon said, peeling his coat arms off his skin.
"Well, maybe if Knuckle is working today. He works here doesn't he?"
The spiky-haired teen shook his head. "Mmm..no. He works in the place on the other side of town. Kurapika works here."
"Who?" Killua looked genuinely confused.
"Kurapika..the blonde who likes to wear red contacts sometimes." Gon thought for a second, then sighed. "The guy who you refuse to believe is a boy..."
"OH! Yeah! I remember her."
"Him," Gon corrected.
"Yeah, whatever. Think she can get us inside? Or maybe a ride home." Killua took his soaked wallet out of his pocket and looked through it. "I don't think we have any money to get food at a place like this at the moment..."
"As long as you don't talk and get him to kick us out..." Gon mumbled, taking his hand out of his friend's pocket to look through his own wallet.
"I would do no such thing!" the pale-skinned teen said, looking quite offended at such an accusation. "It's not my fault people can't handle the blunt truth."
Gon gave a devious smile at the last statement, elbowing his companion softly. "You know, some days you can kind look like a girl also."
"Excuse me?"
"Yeah." Gon held back a laugh, moving some of his friend's hair out of his face to get a better look. "Today you sort of do, especially with your hair down because of the rain."
"Shut up!" Killua smacked the offending hand away. "You're full of it."
"You're funny, Killua!" The spiky-haired boy hugged his friend, laughing at his antics. "But you'd be a very pretty girl. Beautiful, even."
The silver-haired teen hid his face in his hands, mumbling, "Kill me now..."
"I think you'd look really pretty in a dress, too. Probably a blue one though."
Killua pushed the other off himself, borderline stomping into the restaurant, while Gon laughed and followed him inside. As they got inside, the host practically ran from behind his podium to the pair to stop them from going any further.
"No, you can't come in here soaking wet like that. You'll ruin our seats and carpet!"
"We aren't interested in your stupid fancy food, we're looking for someone," Killua informed him, pushing past the man.
The man grabbed the back of the pale-skinned boy's shirt and started pulling him backwards. "No! I can't let you in here, you'll have to come back when you're dry."
"How about I just ring you-"
"Anyways," Gon interrupted his friend. "We just need to see Kurapika, if you could bring him here or something? Please?"
The host stared at them for a moment before turning to go. "Very well, but you and the violent girl must wait here."
Gon grabbed his friend around the waist from behind as Killua shot forward, obviously intending to harm the departing host. When the other's struggling ceased, he reluctantly let go and kept his arms out in case the silver-haired teen made a run for the man. When he took a step forward, the spiky-haired boy's arms automatically clamped around his waist.
"Wha-Gon! I'm just moving over there!" Killua peeled the arms around him away and walked over to lean on a wall. "Geez, calm down."
"Maybe I just wanted a hug," Gon said, sticking his tongue out.
Killua showed obvious disbelief, but didn't press the matter any further as his friend came to stand next to him.
After a few more moments of waiting, Kurapika came walking into the entryway with a couple of towels.
"Hello Gon." Kurapika waved at him happily, then sent a glare in the other's direction and taking on a spiteful tone. "Killua."
Killua opened his mouth to say something, but was silenced when Gon slapped a hand over it and interrupted him. "Hey Kurapika! Thanks for seeing us!"
"Of course. Is there something you needed or did you just want to come visit again?" The blonde smiled at him and handed a towel to each of them to dry off with.
"Actually..if you could give us a ride home, that'd be nice. We kind of missed our bus and can't get a hold of Aunt Mito," Gon explained, removing his hand from his friend's mouth and taking a towel.
"Well..I don't get off for another few hours, and I can't leave early. But I can give you my umbrella for the day if you bring it back tomorrow."
Gon's smile dropped some, wanting to get home as soon as possible. "I guess that works. You wouldn't happen to have any extra clothes or something, would you?"
"No, sorry, but you could borrow my rain poncho for today. Just bring that back tomorrow as well," Kurapika offered. "I only have the one though, but it should be big enough for both of yo-"
"No," Killua answered immediately.
"I still don't know what your problem was that day..." Gon said, glaring at his friend.
The silver-haired teen could remember it very clearly. The two of them getting in yet another fight over something, and Aunt Mito trying something new that she heard from someone at work.
"The 'Get Along' shirt," he thought in his head, shivering at the thought.
Killua took the towel he was using to dry his hair off his head. "We're definitely not going through something like that again."
The blonde looked at them strangely for a moment, then turned to go get the umbrella from the back. "Alright, I'll be right back with the umbrella then."
When he left, the two began trying to towel their clothes dry as best they could. While they remained soaked, they got them to stop dripping. When Kurapika came back into the entryway with the umbrella and took the towels, Killua eyed the object incredulously.
"Are you joking? This thing is tiny," the silver-haired teen complained, opening it a little to see it was a one person tool.
"Because it's meant for one person, and it's all I have," the blonde explained, making to take it back. "But sense you don't want it-"
"No, no! It's great!" Gon interrupted, blocking the hand and beginning to push his friend out of the building. "Really, thanks Kurapika. We'll bring it back tomorrow, I promise!"
Walking back under the awning above the entrance of the restaurant, Killua opened the umbrella and stared at it once more.
"This thing is so tiny," he complained, giving it a look of disgust. "How are we both supposed to fit under it?"
Gon took the umbrella out of his hands, raising it up and pressing their sides together. With a smile he answered, "Like this, of course."
Killua tensed up at the sudden contact, then relaxed and shoved his hands in his pockets. After a pause they started walking as he mumbled, "I guess."
The spiky-haired teen held the umbrella with both hands. While the wind wasn't too strong, he didn't want to risk a sudden strong wind that could blow their protection away. He glanced over at his friend every so often, making sure he got enough of the umbrella to keep from getting anymore wet than they already were.
After a while of walking down the sidewalk Gon decided to test his, what he believed, 'newfound boundaries' a bit and planted a small kiss on the other's cheek. He could feel the other tense up immediately, and carefully watched him pull a hand out of his pockets to feel his face.
"What was that?" he asked, examining his palm as if he had rubbed something off his cheek and couldn't figure out what it was.
"It was a kiss." Gon gave him a confused look. "You do know what that is, right?"
Killua frowned at him, wanting to smack him upside the head. Attemping to make himself more clear he asked, "I meant why did you do it?"
"Because," Gon answered while smiling now, looking forward again. "I love you, and now I know I can show it without anything bad happening!"
Killua's face turned light pink at that. He opened his mouth to say something, but didn't want to ruin the moment and just looked forward. Instead of dropping his hand back in his pocket though, he let it snake around his companion's waist while refusing to look over for his reaction.
Gon looked down at the arm around his waist, letting his smile grow and pressing himself closer to his friend.
Age 14
Mito walked through the door, her first sight of the inside of the house being a few broken plates and Gon and Killua rolling around on the floor grappling each other.
"Perfect," she thought to herself, dropping her work bag at the front door and rummaging through it.
At hearing their names being called, both boys stopped trying to strangle each other long enough to look at Mito. They looked curiously at the ridiculously oversized shirt she was holding up with the words 'Get Along' on it.
"I don't think that's quite your size, Mito," Killua said, kicking his friend off of himself.
"It's not for me, it's for you two. Go upstairs and put it on, we're trying something new. Every time you both fight, you'll both have to wear this shirt," she explained. Upon seeing their blank expressions she added on, "Together. At the same time I mean."
That elicited the reaction she wanted, seeing their eyes widen. She tossed the shirt to them and pointed to the stairs.
"Aren't we a little old for stuff like this?" Gon questioned, looking the shirt over with obvious disdain.
"Obviously not, seeing how you both like to fight over the smallest things. Now go." She pointed to the stairs again.
They both slumped their shoulders and head in defeat, mumbling as they shuffled towards the stairs. When they got to their room, Gon peeled his tank top off and pulled the oversized shirt on.
"Why did you take your shirt off?" Killua questioned, watching him curiously.
"Well..I figured she wouldn't tell us to come up here and put it on if she didn't want us to do that," the spiky-haired boy answered. He looked down and examined the shirt before asking, "That makes sense, doesn't it?"
Killua gave a small 'Hmm', holding his chin in thought. "It's dumb, but..yeah, I guess that makes sense."
The silver-haired teen removed his own tank top and got into the shirt next to his friend. They looked themselves over, seeing the shirt stopping just past their knees, and put one arm out of their respective sides. Killua had his left arm out while Gon had his right arm out, leaving their other arms inside.
The pair awkwardly attempted to walk out of the room, having to get used to trying not to trip over each other's feet. When they got to the top of the stairs they stopped completely and looked down them. Glancing at their feet, they decided that this would be counted as a deadly trap for them.
"You first," Gon said, gesturing for the other to go.
"..." Killua stared at him ludicrously. "Are you blind? We have to go at the same time, idiot."
The spiky-haired teen gave a small whine, looking down the stairs once more. They both took a slow step forward, then another step. Feeling safe and confident, they proceeded as normal and ended up tripping over each other.
Mito turned her attention from her book to the stairs behind her as the two came tumbling to the bottom, yelling on their way down.
"Good! Now, you both have to keep that on until it's time to go to bed. Then you're allowed to take it off," she explained. "Not a moment sooner, and no exceptions!"
Gon and Killua gave each other a look, then turned back to her.
"So if someone threatens to harm us if we don't take it off, refuse. Got it!" Killua said, grinning and giving her a thumbs up.
She frowned at him, clearly not amused.
"But..what if we have to use the bathroom?" Gon asked.
Mito went back to reading her book, answering idly, "Up until last year neither of you had a problem bathing with each other, and some times still do, so the bathroom shouldn't be a problem."
They both gave each other another look, then went to the kitchen to get away from the woman who they believed had probably lost her marbles.
With some effort in trying not to trip again, they made their way into the kitchen and opened the fridge.
"Move, I can't see," Killua ordered, shoving past the other.
Gon shoved him back, then yelped when he felt his side being pinched. "Killua! That hurts!"
"That's kind of the point. Now move over."
Gon fumed a little, but let it slide this time. Seeing nothing of interest in the refrigerator he pulled back until he was jerked forward again, forgetting that he had to wait for the other now.
"Hurry up Killua," he chided, wanting to go do something already.
The silver-haired boy grabbed some grapes and shut the door, huffing into his friend's face. "It's not like we have anywhere to be or anything."
Gon frowned and started walking away, practically dragging the other with him to the stairs. They stopped at the bottom of the stairs, staring up at the top. Giving each other another look, they sighed and took the slow first step again.
After a while of slow steps, they got to the top and made their way to their room. Upon entering the bedroom, they shut the door and sat on the floor in front of the television.
Gon looked around for the remote while Killua slipped his arm into the shirt and start eating grapes from the neck hole. When the spiky-haired teen found the remote on the floor but out of his reach, he reached over for it and the shirt pulled the other with him.
The pale-skinned boy went tumbling to the side and landed on top of his friend, sending his grapes everywhere inside the shirt.
"Gon!" Killua yelled in frustration Poking his head inside the neck hole and looking around at all his poor, scattered grapes. "Now I have to gather them all up, geez."
Gon apologized as he grabbed the remote, then felt something tickling his side and stomach. He started laughing, swinging his arms and legs at whatever was moving across his body.
Killua was moving around inside the shirt trying to gather up all his grapes, often having to get one or two that was right next to his friend and completely oblivious to the fact his hair was tickling the other's side and stomach. When the teen started flailing about, a knee ended up connecting to the silver-haired boy's chin, causing him to bite his cheek and freeze in pain. He calmly took a deep breath, trying to will the pain away, then dropped his grapes and reached across to twist his friend's nipples painfully.
"AHHH!" Gon's laughter disappeared immediately, and he grabbed at the hands twisting his buds. Trying desperately to peel them off, he yelled out at the other, "KILLUA! That HURTS! Stooop!"
Satisfied with his payback he let go of the spiky-haired boy, gathering his grapes up again and popping out of the neck hole glared at the boy massaging his abused buds.
"That's for kneeing me in the chin and making me bite my cheek."
Gon stuck his tongue out at the other, reaching for the remote and beginning the channel surf. He paused on the cartoon channel, moved on to the movie channel, continued to the nature channel and ended up pausing on some soap opera channel when he caught sight of a couple making out on the screen before him.
Killua looked up at the screen when he heard the sounds being made by the couple, his eyes widening at the sight and spitting out a couple of grapes. He looked over at his friend completely confused, wondering why he would be interested in watching this, and saw him staring at the screen with rapt attention.
"What the hell is he doing?" the silver-haired teen wondered, looking back at the screen and feeling the usual funny feeling he felt when he woke up from his dreams of his friend.
Gon stared at the screen, wondering what the pair were doing. It took him a moment to realize they were doing what he usually dreamed about with the boy beside him, and watched even closer to try to decipher what exactly that meant.
Killua closed his eyes and covered his ears, not wanting to be here right now. The sight before him, along with the close proximity and combined heat of the two, caused the small rising in his pants as the thoughts of him and his friend in that position invaded his mind. He wanted to get away from the other immediately.
Still hearing the sound leaking through his hands into his ears, he tried to stand up to leave. When he got pulled back down, he remembered that they were still 'attached' at the moment and started shaking the other by the shoulder to get his attention.
"Just a second, Killua," Gon said, not looking away from the screen.
"Why the hell is he so interested in this?!" Killua wondered, wanting to rip his hair out in frustration. He calmed his voice to not give away his distressed demeanor before asking, "Why do you even care about this?"
"Because we-" Gon started, cutting himself off before he talked about them doing it in his head. "-weird things like this happen all the time and I want to know what it means." Not exactly a lie.
The pale-skinned boy covered his red face in his hands, knowing there was probably no way he was going to get out of this now that his stubborn friend had decided on something. Now that he had decided on it, it would become his life's mission until the objective is complete.
Killua felt like he was burning all over. When he tried to hide his head inside the shirt, he noticed the now obvious tent in his shorts and decided to make their television disappear later in the night. Gon and Mito would just think it was stolen.
"Alright, sorry. What did you need..Killua?" he asked, pausing at the sight of his friend practically curled into a ball inside the shirt. He had wondered why the piece of clothing kept stretching further away from himself. Reaching over to shake the other, he gently asked, "Killua? What's wrong?"
Killua smacked the hand touching his shoulder away harshly, mumbling into the shirt, "Don't touch me."
Gon frowned at this reaction, believing he had done something wrong. Did he miss something important that was too late to deal with while he was watching the scene?
"But Killua, I like touching you," he replied sadly.
That was the last straw. He had to get away before he threw himself at the other.
He grabbed the shirt collar in the middle, but stopped himself from tearing the article of clothing in half when he realized that would leave his problem exposed. Instead he let it go and motioned for Gon to follow him as he stood up.
When they got downstairs the silver-haired teen stopped them in front of Mito as she was still reading her book. She looked up from the literature and eyed them suspiciously.
"I need out of this thing. Now," Killua demanded.
She raised her eyebrow at him questioningly before looking back down to her book. "I told you no exceptions."
"I don't think you understand the seriousness of this situation, Mito," Killua tried, crossing his arms under the shirt.
"Are you bleeding?" she asked after a sigh, closing and putting down her book.
"Well, no."
"Are you in pain?" she crossed her arms and gave him a cross look.
"Yes." Not a total lie.
She looked more worried now, and made a grab for the shirt. Killua jumped back at the action, throwing and arm out of his sleeve and holding the hem of the shirt down.
"N-no. It's uh, mental pain. He's driving me insane," he said, giving her a frightened look. "I just need to..get out of this shirt. I need some space."
Mito looked at his slightly reddened face, then over at her nephew who looked well beyond confused at the situation. Sighing, she decided that maybe this punishment wouldn't be best for them.
"Alright then, you can take the shirt off," she relented, then pointed towards Killua. "But you have to sleep on the couch tonight for not being able to handle it."
Killua gave a small whine at that, but quieted when Mito gave him a challenging look. "Yes, ma'am."
The red-head nodded and dismissed them. Killua ducked out from the shirt and ran up the stairs as fast as he could to prevent anyone from catching sight of anything.
Later that night the pale-skinned boy was stretched out on the sofa in the dark, Mike lying on the floor next to him. He was having some trouble sleeping tonight, and knew what the reason probably was.
He sighed dramatically and rolled over, throwing the covers over his head and curling up in a small ball to try to get comfortable. When he felt something prod him in the back, he threw his hand back to blindly swat at the person.
"Go back to bed, Gon."
"No, I want to sleep with you. Mito said you had to sleep in here, but she didn't say I had to do anything," Gon rebuffed, shaking his head even though he knew the other couldn't see him. "Move over."
Killua turned his head and stared at the boy in the dark. He really didn't want to deal with this tonight, even though he didn't want to sleep alone either.
Gon didn't wait for an answer from the other. He chose instead to lift his friend up and lie on the couch, dropping the pale-skinned teen on top of him and hugging him.
Killua was shocked to say the least. He didn't believe he was going to win the argument against his hard-headed friend, but did not expect something like that to happen.
"W-what the hell are you doing?"
"Well you probably weren't going to move, and I wanted to sleep with you." Gon squeezed him a little and smiled, closing his eyes. "So I thought this would be fine."
Killua opened his mouth, ready to argue, but thought against it and just rested his head on the other's chest. "Whatever."
"What did I do to make you mad today, by the way?" Gon asked, opening his eyes to try to catch any sight of his friend's expression in the dark.
"Nothing. Go to sleep."
Gon frowned at the answer, but decided not to press further for fear of angering the other once more and closed his eyes to fall asleep.
"Well, sorry for whatever I did. I didn't mean to make you mad, or know I was doing so," Gon apologized, nuzzling his face into the other's hair.
"I said you didn't do anything, so don't say you're sorry for nothing," Killua complained.
"I'm still sorry," Gon said, muffled boy the silver shock of hair.
Killua gave a huff, but didn't continue. He just closed his eyes and let the other's breathing lull him to sleep.
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