It get a little violent later in this chapter.

Minor character death

OOC-ness

I leaned back against the wall and sighed, cracking my neck.

"You really didn't know anything."

Gon laughed nervously. "I understand it a little better now."

I reached for my glass, taking a sip as Gon sat quietly, for a change.

"Do you want to stay over? It's late." Of course, the silence could only last a few seconds.

"It's only 9, and I literally live right next to you."

"Do you need anything from the grocery store?"

"Do you?"

"A few things." He looked at my pleadingly.

"Fine." I still have no idea why he wants to spend so much time with me.

He grinned and jumped up, full of energy even at this hour, after homework. He tugged me up and pulled me toward the door, slipping on his shoes quickly.

We walked toward the closest store that would still be open, close to 7 blocks away. I followed. I followed Gon straight to the chip aisle, then to the soda after he grabbed a few bags. when we entered the check out line, I glanced at the candy on the shelves, apparently pausing a moment to long on a large bar of chocolate, because Gon bent over and plucked one from the shelf, placing it on top of the chips he carried. I had insisted on carrying the soda bottles, I felt like I should hold at least part of the stuff. It had taken several minutes to convince him that I should hold something, after which he pointedly picked up 2 more bags of chips.

Soon a cashier was checking out our items, I had been wondering if the credit card actually worked, I decided that this was a good a time as any other to try. I reached into my back pocket, pulling it out.

"Hey Gon! Is that the lead singer of Three Days Grace?!"

"What?" Gon shrieked looking around excitedly.

Quickly, I swiped the card and mercifully, it went through the first time, though strangely it didn't need a pin. 'Charged to Ging.' flashed on the screen momentarily on the screen before it went blank.

"Where'd he go?"

"I don't know, maybe it wasn't him, frickin' white people, they all look the same."

"Killua, you are the palest person I know."

"It was a joke."

Gon's expression was blank.

At least the cashier looked amused.

Gon stubbornly insisted that he carry everything, irritated that I'd tricked him into letting me pay for everything. I didn't argue with him this time.

We made it 3 blocks before I felt something.

A contractor, make that 3 contractors.

They were less than half a mile away, and closing in fast. They'd be here within 1 minutes. There were no other contractors in the area. As they got closer, I could tell that one of the three was actually a doll.

The scent of their bloodlust was thick in the air, I could almost taste it. I didn't have a knife, but they were weak. They'd be easy prey with my speed and strength enhancements.

Gon tensed.

My mind went blank.

I ran up infront, meeting them head on. The first one, hit them hard enough to stop their heart, they flew into the side of a building. The second, I snapped their neck a full 180 degrees. And the third, the doll, was decapitated with one strong tug.

I felt a hand rest on my shoulder I turned around sharply, barely stopping before I hurt him, my hand a hairs breath from his throat. I stared into a pair of concerned amber eyes. My hand dropped. I averted my eyes.

"S-sorry."

"Why?" Gon asked, he seemed genuinely confused.

"I could have killed you." I stated still avoided his gaze.

"But you didn't."

"Gon-."

He grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him.

"Are you injured?"

"No."

He searched my eyes for any sign that I was lying before nodding.

"Okay."

The few seconds that spanned into silence, felt like an eternity.

"I still trust you, Killua."

"That's stupid."

"I don't think so."

"It is, and don't get too close when I'm like that."

"You'd never hurt me." His eyes sparkled, his grin impossibly wide. He truely believed that. I, for one, wasn't so sure.

"At least not on purpose." Gon finished, looking me in the eye, his expression hadn't faltered one bit.

I could lose myself in battle easily, and I have multiple times. He knows so little about me. How can he trust me? After watching me kill 3 people? He does trust me. He knew exactly what to say.

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