notes: asdfghjkl; im so happy ppl like this story!
disclaimer: i don't own anything~
Massive first-aid box in one hand, and a jug of spring iced water in the other, Zushi ran down three flights of stairs from the nurse's office down towards the soccer field as fast as his legs could take him.
It was the same routine he'd do bi-monthly whenever Gon had somehow (perhaps simply a god-given talent) attained an upsurge of athletic ability that seemed to almost inhumane, as if the apocalypse had begun and this was his last day on earth.
He was rather blinding and today, it was shown clearly daybreak on the soccer field when he had mercilessly defeated the other team, leaving them zero chance of victory. There was utter awe; and the coach, Wing, had his jaw in slack. Gon would soon effortlessly wipe the sweat off his forehead after another goal earning him a plethora of cheers as the crowd went ballistic.
By the end of the game, everyone knew Gon would be burnt out like a candle just lit; in desperate need of first aid and gallons of pure water. So, while changing in the locker room, Zushi just had to ask:
"Did something happen today?"
"Huh?" Gon said absentmindedly, worn out, taking off the shirt drenched in perspiration. Zushi cringed his nose. Gon, sometimes, forgot deodorant existed.
"You just seem happier than usual," He restated, holding his nose with the awful stench in the air. Gon noticed.
Gon sniffed his armpits. Honestly. He wasn't even subtle about it. The boy had the nose of dog that could predict the lunch today and tomorrow. But, of course, he was always unaware; immune to his own scent. "Ahahaha yeah.. sorry about that." He rubbed the back of his neck apologetically with a timid smile and weak laughter, surprising even himself.
"Ah! " Gon rummaged his candy wrapper-infested backpack for the one paper not crumpled nor creased, and shoved it in Zushi's face. "This is why. I got a great grade on my physics exam today. Now Wing will let me stay on the team!"
"Ohh," Zushi smiled sheepish at the near failing grade, just barely above satisfactory. "Gon, you do know Wing was joking. Right?"
His face fell. "What?" He laughed and nearly tripped over the bench.
"Well, it just goes to show you what a little studying can do," Zushi said, grinning.
"Actually, I had a friend help me," Gon mentioned, closing the locker, holding a towel ready for a shower.
To: Killua
From: ?-?-?
[5:27] KILLUAAA~! I still owe you anything. By the way, that formula, GENIUS. I passed my exam with a 67 holy crap! *:.｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*
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To: ?-?-?
From: Killua
[5:30] That's great for you. Not so much for me. Why are you still texting me? I'm in the middle of training.
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Zeno had given Killua a ten minute break before continuing. And instead of laying down lazy like a street cat, Killua found himself texting, which was something his grandfather took note of, but shook the gnawing suspicious feeling away.
To: Killua
From: ?-?-?
[5:31] Training? WAIT WHAT SPORT DO YOU PLAY? ∑(;°Д°)
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To: ?-?-?
From: Killua
[5:32] It's just stealth training, I don't play a sport. And you just completely ignored my first question.
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To: Killua
From: ?-?-?
[5:33] I have more physics hw tonight thooo :/ my teacher has no chill.
Are you a spy!?
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To: ?-?-?
From: Killua
[5:34] Oh so you're just using me? A spy? lmao kind of... What sport do you play?
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To: Killua
From: ?-?-?
[5:35] Aw but when you put it that way, it sounds bad D,: THAT'S SO COOL and soccer! I'm really good! One of the best on my team, believe it or not!
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To: ?-?-?
From: Killua
[5:36] Really good hm? lol If you can't tell, I'm rolling my eyes now.
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To: Killua
From: ?-?-?
[5:37] Really! The only one who can beat me is me! :DDD
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To: ?-?-?
From: Killua
[7:20] Sure. I'd beg to differ. But srsly you should stop texting this number, I won't help you with your homework anymore.
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To: Killua
From: ?-?-?
[7:23] Eh idc about hw tbh. We should challenge each other one day or something. One-on-one. (I'll go easy on you) ;) ( ˘ ³˘)
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Killua stares at his phone, pensive for a few seconds to the light-hearted promise, then let out a low chuckle, and a -I'll go easy on you as well- reply back to the person who used a ridiculous amount of emojis. His grandpa is wary of this. He never smiles. Not like that, it was never genuine. And it was one thing to notice about his grandson. He wondered who he was texting.
"Killua." He calls."It's no time to kid around. Your hand-eye coordination is horrendous." He throws a gun towards his grandson and tells him to shoot the bullseyes, he had to snap his head back to reality. It was harsh sure but, as he reverts back to his solemn, unusual self, he is glaring, he is aiming and he does, finally pulling the trigger and it's perfect.
Hm,
I don't know their name. He realizes.
To: ?-?-?
From: Killua
[8:30] If you don't mind me asking, what's your name?
"His name is Killua." Gon said to Zushi, and his face had all of sudden been drained at the name. Like it's a curse. "Though he might be lying… It might be
"Z-zoldyck?" He stuttered. Gon gave him a clueless face. "Is his last name Zoldyck?" The surname had been rare and so did the first. And only one family had the audacity to name their heir-to-be son a name derived from the word, "kill." It had been a well-known fact, but Zushi had overheard it from upperclassmen during Halloween, an urban legend, they said.
"Uh, yeah! I think so. I've never met him before so..." Gon replied.
"Gon!" To which he jumped. He'd be lying if he said that this didn't pique his interest. "Then, how do you know him?"
Gon laughed weakly. "I needed help with homework and texted the wrong number?"
"Well, to be safe, you shouldn't text it again. The Zoldyck's are dangerous I heard."
"Oh but he was really nice."
Zushi groaned, "You can't believe everything a stranger said."
To: Killua
From: Gon
[8:33] Oh I forgot! :o My name is Gon!
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Killua found himself in dreams during the daylight.
During training, during his sleep, during dinner. He couldn't help but spend hour envisioning what it would be like to be outside of these walls. It was as foreign to him as the guy he'd been texting lately.
Maybe- just maybe in a few years when he became the family heir- he'd abandon everything and run for his life. He'd be old enough, after all. And of course, he'd bring Alluka as well. He was, for once, grateful that his parents had agreed to buy a cellphone to speak to her. It became less like a dream and more like an afterthought now. Gotoh stepped into his room.
"Dinner is ready, Master Killua."
"Okay," He said on routine. If he and Alluka did manage to escape… where would they even end up? He pondered about this for a while and a voice said, Gon.
And, he could imagine he'd be okay with that.
((A/N: did anyone notice the sports manga reference?))