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-Let there be midnight

Me No Own HunterxHunter

Ghostly Friends

Mysterious Zoldyck

Killua smiled slightly at Gon, handing him back the flashlight. With shaky hands, Gon grabbed his flashlight from the boy's hand, his fingers accidently brushing against the others. A shiver ran up and down his spine at the coldness of the touch, there was no warmth to the pale fingers, just coldness.

"G-Gon F-F-Freecs…" he greeted in a stutter. Killua rocked back and forth on his heels, a finger on his chin in thought.

"Hm, interesting name." he observed. "I've never heard of a 'Gon Freecs'!" Gon sweetdropped at Killua, his fear that he had earlier for the ghost disappearing with the comment he made.

"Of course you wouldn't… you've been dead for thirty years…" Gon replied, earning a smack on the head by Killua.

"Thanks for pointing out the obvious!" Killua shouted, a tick mark appearing on his forehead as he glared at Gon. "But me being dead for thirty years doesn't mean I don't know who lives here! This is a small town after all! And when someone does move here, the neighbors get all frantic about it and won't stop talking about it for weeks!" Killua turned away from the spiky haired kid, crossing his arms with a pout.

"Oh!" Gon said brightly. "That's because I moved in with my Aunt Mito!" Killua looked at Gon with some recognition in his blue eyes.

"That woman who lives just up the street from here?" he asked with a slightly raised eyebrow. Gon nodded happily.

"Yup, that's her!" he replied cheerfully, grinning toothily at Killua.

"She comes down every week to put some flowers on my grave out back." He jabbed his thumb behind him where the back door was located in the other room. "She has ever since she moved here when she was ten and learned about the legend of the town and felt sorry for me." Killua said with a shrug. "It's like a tradition for her. She never missed a day." Gon giggled at hearing what Killua said about his aunt, finding it oddly amusing.

"Aunt Mito sure is nice, isn't she?" he asked Killua as he stood up from the ground, dusting the dust from his shorts. Killua smiled, his features softening.

"Yeah, she really is. But she's strange too. She'll sometimes talk to my grave and tell me things about her life or things she heard about. I don't know why she does so, I've never appeared before her but she somehow thinks I hear her." Gon scratched the back of his head sheepishly, sweetdropping.

"Aunt Mito does do that a lot… she'll even apologize to the door if she accidently hits it with something." Killua laughed, looking at Gon with disbelief.

"Really?" Gon nodded, both erupting in laughter as they fell to the floor, clutching their stomachs with tears rushing down their faces. After a few moments, they were able to stop laughing and catch their breaths, both of them sitting in front of the other with crossed legs.

"Ne Killua…?" Gon asked suddenly timid. Killua tilted his head to the side, confused by his new found friend's shyness.

"Yeah?"

"C-can I ask you something personal?" The spiky haired kid looked down, his cheeks tinted pink in the dim light the flashlight caused. Killua shrugged, leaning back onto his hands.

"Sure, ask away." he said, giving Gon his permission.

"W-what was it like when you died?" he asked, Killua's eyes widening for a split second before he closed them, sighing. "You don't have to answer!" he quickly cut in, making Killua giggle a little at the wild gestures his frantically made with his hands. "It's just… I'm curious." He fixed Killua with his wide curious honey eyes, leaning forward in hopes that the white haired ghost kid would tell him. Killua smirked.

"Well, I only remembered being out in town square with my aniki and suddenly being shot. Everything was a blur from then on. I remember some parts, but other parts are just confusing to even try to make out. Like, I remember being in pain, my mother's screams, and the doctor's face peering over me." He paused, resting his elbow on his knee and putting his cheek in his palm, never looking away from Gon. "I also saw all my family crowded around me and being so confused. Then everything got numb and cold. I realized I couldn't move and that freaked me out, but not as much as suddenly falling asleep while you hear your mother's and younger sibling's cries. Next thing I knew, I woke up in an abandoned house three months later with no family living here anymore and a headstone in the backyard with my name on it." he explained casually as if his death didn't mean anything more to him then throwing a baseball into someone else's window. Gon's eyes saddened considerably, his honey eyes darkening.

"Weren't you sad that you couldn't live anymore?" he asked curiously. Killua's eyes downcast, shoulders slumping forward as Gon's words seemed to hit a cord in him. Gon noticed this and instantly started to panic. "I-I'm sorry! I-I didn't mea-"

"Naw, it's fine." Killua replied, stretching his arms over his head with a grim smile. "I was pretty sad that I couldn't do things I used to do when I was alive. And I stayed depressed up in my room for two years until I decided to face reality and live with it. I can't change something that has already been done, now can I? So why should I cry over spilt milk?" He laughed bitterly to himself, Gon smiling a bit in discomfort as he shuffled a bit on the hard floor, only to frown at something that popped in his head.

"Um… There's also a rumor that you pushed someone down the stairs…" Gon said looking behind Killua and at the staircase that he himself had fallen down not so long ago. Killua turned around to look at the steps with mild interest.

"Uh? Oh, I've never killed anyone. Some teenage boy wanted to see if I was real, so I just poked my head through the ceiling just to scare him enough to leave cause he was annoying and all, but I seemed to scare him a little too much. He tripped at one of the top steps and fell all the way to the bottom, breaking his neck on the way down." Killua looked back at the kid in front of him. "Few days later, his parents had filled a missing persons report and the cops found him here already dead. Being the overly superstitious town that this is, they had come up with the rumor of me killing the guy. After that, no one dared to step inside the house, much less the property—other than Mito—till you came along." he said with a one shoulder shrug. "So there you have it. I didn't kill that kid." Gon's mouth formed a small 'o' in fascination at Killua small summery on what happened years back.

"Wow! That's so cool! You can make your head pop out of anywhere?" Gon asked in excitement, making Killua sweetdrop at the only thing he noticed from his short story, but nod nevertheless.

"Yeah, I usually did it do scare people off, but seeing that no more blundering idiots march their way into my house anymore, I don't do it since there serves no purpose." he replied casually.

The two sat in silence for a little, Gon staring at Killua curiously as Killua leaned back on his hands, eyes closed in boredom.

"Ne Killua?" Gon asked.

"Hm?" he hummed, opening one eye only to jump in fright as he saw Gon too close into his face for his liking. "G-Gon!" Killua shouted as he moved farther away from him so Gon wasn't so close. Gon ignored him.

"Do you get lonely being here all by yourself?" he asked quietly. Killua bit his lip a little and looked at Gon hesitantly, not knowing where he was going with this.

"Yeah… I mean all I do is just watch people out in the street." he replied just as quiet as Gon had, but his voice had an uncertainty edge to it. Gon suddenly smiled, his eyes lightening up.

"Then why don't we be friends?" he asked cheerfully. Killua's cheeks went pink from embaressment as he looked away, his bright blue eyes directed at the floor.

"S-sure… I w-wouldn't mind it… b-but I'll-I'll only be your f-friend because you're obviously an idiot." Killua grumbled. Gon smiled wider at Killua, giggling at him.

"We'll be best friends!" Gon cheered, jumping forward and hugging Killua, making him fall backwards and onto his back.

"G-Gon! You idiot!"

"Killua!" Gon shouted, jumped over fallen logs that were in his way as he searched for any signs of his white haired best friend. His worry grew as he looked around in the dark, not able to see really anything in the shadows of the forest.

He stopped, panting as he looked around and listened to the sounds around him. In the distance an owl hooted and crickets chirped, but nothing alerted him to a certain ghost. "Killua! Where are you! It's bad for you to stay away from your house too long!" Gon shouted into the darkness, trying to catch his breath. He stood there in silence, trying to make out the ghost from within the shadows the dark forest casted, but unable to see anything other than what was supposed to be there. After a few moments, he was ready to run through the forest once more in search for the pale boy when he was stopped in his actions in doing so.

"Geez Gon won't let me have any fun, will ya'?" Killua asked as he stepped out of the shadows, hands in his shorts. Sweat dripped from his forehead and down his chin, his mouth open as he panted.

"Killua!" Gon pouted crossing his arms. "Why'd you run?" Killua shrugged nonchalantly, leaning against the tree behind him with a grin.

"Like I said earlier, you kept asking stupid questions and you know I hate being asked stupid questions." he replied. Gon stuck his tongue out at his friend in responds, only to march up to Killua and grab him harshly by the forearm and begin to drag him back in the way of the abandoned house, a scowl on his face. "Oy, Gon!" Killua shouted out in surprise. "What do you think you're doing?" Gon looked back at him, anger in his eyes.

"I'm dragging you back home before you do too much damage to yourself!" Gon shouted back at him, facing forward again as he marched on in frustration and anger. Killua puffed his cheeks out in annoyance, but nevertheless let the boy drag him back.

"You'll want to stay away from that house if you were me." he grumbled looking down at the forest ground with narrowed eyes. "Stuck there for thirty years and unable to leave. You'd be trying to run away from it like I do." Gon ignored him as he marched faster in the darkness, his grip on Killua tightening. "Gon! Stop that! It actually hurts!" Killua shouted in protest as he tried to get his wrist away from the harsh grip Gon had it in. He looked back at him apologetically as he loosened his grip on him.

"Sorry Killua!" he quickly apologized as they entered the backyard of the abandoned house. Killua only tore his arm away from Gon, not looking at him.

"Whatever." he grumbled, disappearing from sight before Gon could say anything more to him.

Gon's shoulders slumped forward as he looked at the spot Killua once stood in before he went back into the house and grabbed his backpack, exiting the old house once he had what he was looking for. He looked back only once to stare up at the attic window where he saw Killua peer down at him with his head in his hand.

Without waving goodbye, Gon walked off feeling a little saddened.

The bell signaling the start of lunch time rang, students jumping up instantly from their seats in class and rushing out of the door, desperate to get away from the math lesson they were forced to endure. Biscuit frowned at her students as she shouted the homework after their disappearing forms.

"Don't forget to do pages 398 and 399, problems 7—20 tonight! Pop quiz next Friday!" At this, students groaned making her frown deeper and put her hands on her hips. Gon was the last to stand from his desk, grabbing his backpack and slowly making his way to the front of the aisle. Biscuit turned to grin at her favorite student as he stopped in front of her. "Now how are you today Gon?" she asked as she turned and went to her desk and started to shuffle through papers. Gon shrugged as he smiled back at her.

"I'm good!" he cheered happily, making Biscuit laugh a little at his enthusiasm.

"Good to hear it!" she replied. Gon quickly bid her farewell and left the classroom, making his way to the cafeteria. Soon enough, he was sitting down in one of the cafeteria's plastic chairs with cafeteria food in front of him on a Styrofoam tray. Sitting beside him was his friend Kurapika and in front of him, his friend Leorio. The two were both in highschool while Gon was still in his last year of middleschool.

"Do you guys know about the old Zoldyck house?" Kurapika suddenly asked drawing both Leorio and Gon's attention away from their food. Gon looked curiously at Kurapika, wondering what he was going to say about the house his secret best friend lived in.

"You mean the haunted one down Yorknew St.?" Leorio asked as he drank from his carton of milk with a straw. Kurapika nodded.

"Yeah, that one." he replied.

"What about it?" Gon asked as he ate a spoonful of mash potatoes, never looking away from his blonde haired friend.

"Well since the legend said that the house is haunted with the child of the old Zoldyck family that used to live here, I was wondering if we should check the place out ourselves." Leorio's milk fell on the table, landing straight up with only a few drops of milk escaping the small carton.

"Are you crazy?!" he spluttered out in shock, his glasses becoming crooked on his nose. "If that house is anything like the rumors say we'll get killed by that kid!" Kurapika rolled his eyes, shrugging.

"And what if the rumors are a load of hubbub?" he shot back with a slight glare at Leorio for shouting out too loud and making some of the other student's around their table turn their attention on them.

"And what if it's not?" he whispered/shouted, franticly. "Then that ghost kid will kill us!" Gon quickly interrupted, wanting to defend Killua.

"But what if that death ten years ago happened on accident?" Gon asked with a tilt of his head, Kurapika grinning as he saw Leorio be defeated so easily. Leorio grumbled and sat back down in his chair, crossing his arms stubbornly over his chest.

"What makes you want to go there anyway?" he growled, drinking his milk sourly.

"There's a rumor going around that the town has decided to demolish it since no one is interested in buying it because of the rumors going around town." Gon choked on his juice at hearing this, Kurapika instantly patting his back in worry. "You alright Gon?" he asked as Gon managed to get the juice from killing him.

"Why would they do that?!" Gon shouted, oblivious to the place they were at. The cafeteria instantly went quiet as all heads turned to the small table the trio sat at. Gon turned beat red, slumping down in his seat as Leorio growled in annoyance and Kurapika shook his head, pitching the bridge of his nose.

"Nothing to look at here!" Leorio snapped at the other students, sending them all glares as they returned to their lunches and talks awkwardly. Turning back in his seat, Leorio glared at Gon. "Keep your voice down! Don't want the whole world to know about this, do ya'?" Gon ignored him as he stared at Kurapika with panicking honey eyes.

"Why would they tear down the house?! Everyone knows that his grave is in the back." Gon asked frantically. Kurapika shook his head, not knowing himself.

"Dunno, but if they were to tear down the house I would expect them to relocate the grave into the local cemetery. They won't be that disrespectful to someone's remains." Gon's shoulders hunched and his face lost a little bit of its tan color as he looked at his lunch with a troubled gaze, not hungry to eat the crappy cafeteria food anymore.

The rest of lunch was spent on discussing about how they would explore the old abandoned house on Yorknew St. Saturday night, which was only one night away.

"Killua!" Gon shouted as he ran through the house, slamming the door behind him and dropping his backpack at the base of the steps, flying up the stairs faster than he had ever done till he reached the attic, seeing the white haired boy perched on the window seat he always sat on to stare outside. Killua looked at Gon in surprised, his head hovering over the palm of his hand where it was just resting in a few moments before the spiky haired kid rushed into his house and flew to the attic where he hung out in.

"Go—"

"We've got a problem!" Gon panted, cutting off Killua before he could finish. Killua raised his eyebrow as he stood up from the window seat and walked towards Gon, maneuvering his way through crates and boxes.

"What are you talking about? What type of problem?" he asked curiously once he was standing in front of his friend.

"My friends Kurapika and Leorio want to come here to see if you really haunt this place!" Gon shouted out in panic. Killua's eye widened slightly for a few seconds before he was on the ground clutching his stomach as he laughed uncontrollably, tears streaming down his face. "This isn't funny!" Gon pouted, annoyed at the lack of panic his friend had. "This is serious! What if they see you?" Killua sat up, trying his best to stop laughing.

"So what if they see me? I don't care. I'll just put up a show for them!" Killua replied, grinning as he wiped away the stray tears on his face. Gon's shoulders relaxed as he stared at Killua in disbelief.

"Aren't you worried?" he asked breathlessly, watching as he picked himself off of the dusty floor and stuff his hands into his pocket.

"Nope!" Killua chirped with a smile. "I've been bored for quite a while now and this could entertain me!" He sat himself on one of the crates behind him, eyes glittering in the dim light of the attic. Gon frowned.

"But that's not all…" he suddenly whispered. He looked away and down at the ground in front of him. Should he tell him? Or should he not? How would Killua react to the news of his house being demolished? Gon didn't know and he surely didn't want to find out.

Killua tilted his head to the side curiously, an innocent expression on his face. "What?" he asked, making Gon awake from his deep thoughts on whether he should tell him or not. Gon took a deep breath and looked at Killua nervously, scratching the back of his neck as a light blush dusted his cheeks.

"They're going to bring chocolates with them too!" Gon blurted out instantly. Killua's eyes widened larger than they ever had before at the mention of his most beloved thing in the whole wide world, even the universe and beyond that. Chocolates.

"THEY KNOW I CAN'T EAT FOOD LIKE THEY CAN SO THEY HAVE TO FREAKING BRING CHOCOLOATE WITH THEM?! I'M GOING TO MURDER THEM!" Killua shouted in rage.