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“Here.”
In an instant, their pile of candy grows three times as big, as their mentor drops all the candy from her bucket into their stack.
She pats the edge of the pumpkin bucket; rather gently for her, smiling with an air of cockiness, flipping her ponytail.
“I am not fond of candy.”
Yeah, after all, she is an old hag…
She was proud of her pink succubus outfit that won her second place in the costume contest. The only reward was a lousy card and tons of candy, though.
“Since I was so amazing and won!”
Second place.
Gon stares bewildered at the pile, humming out loud. “I think Killua would’ve won if he actually had entered.”
Killua abruptly stops his counting of their more enormous pile of candy, warmth flurrying in his chest, burning against his cheeks and ears. He drops the small bar he was holding, grabbing at the edges of his witch's hat, and tugging it down.
“S-stupid! Don’t be ‘mbarrassing… there wasn’t any point…”
No one needs five years' worth of gumballs unless you’re Hisoka, maybe, and a debatably even lousier card than second place.
Besides, he doesn’t want everyone to gawk at him… he only wants Gon to see…
He aggressively unwraps the yellow paper off a ball of chocolate, popping it into his mouth.
He can’t tell if Bisky is annoyed or crying… as she walks off.
“Well, don’t stay up too late! You’re free from training for tonight.”
“Oh! And make sure you check the candy for razors and brush your teeth; you don’t want cavities, brats!”
If Bisky is still lecturing him, it is dull and ringing in Killua’s ears; along with Gon’s affirmatives and osu’s; he swallows the candy full, his chest and limbs heavy. It hurts to breathe. There’s still a lump in his throat that won’t go away. He coughs to try and get it out.
Get what out…?
It’s itchy and scratchy, and it hurts.
He tugs the hat off, ripping the edges of the black underskirt of his dress. How much it had cost doesn’t even cross his mind; he’s just trying to stay grounded, fingers curled up near his chest.
It’s all fuzzy… the dirt beneath his feet… the sky...
Gon’s saying something he can’t make out; it’s too…
Much…
“…lua…”
“Ki…”
He opens his eyes slowly, not even recalling having closed them, his face flushed, and fingers digging tightly into Gon’s sleeve and part of his green cloak.
He loosens his grip, guilt pricking against his skin, but presses his flushed face deeper into Gon’s shoulder. He didn’t know when he had gotten here… clinging to Gon.
“Killua. Are you okay?”
Gon’s hand is warm on his shoulder, warmer than the ground, hot to the touch, despite the moon shining above them.
“…’m sorry…”
Gon’s sweet. He just shakes his head, and Killua slowly pulls his fingers away from Gon’s arm and sits up, his skin turning a shade of pink at the thought.
He occupies his mind, pulling each piece of candy out of the wrapper and checking it as Gon stands up and goes to their bag, fumbling through it.
Killua's not doing a sufficient job, fingers shaking and struggling to rip at the plastic, but it’s anything to keep himself from sinking.
“Maybe we should go back to the inn, too.”
Gon suggests it like it’s no problem at all. Like their fun won’t be ruined by doing that. Although maybe it already was…
He offers Killua a water bottle, and Killua places his candy down, averting his eyes; Gon had already taken off the cap... Killua takes it with both hands, chugging. It’s warm, and it doesn’t make the lump go away.
Crestfallen blue eyes look down at his outfit, partly soaked in water now. Killua wipes his lips, placing the empty bottle down, fumbling to grab a piece of candy once more.
“What about all the candy…?”
Gon taps his foot, and Killua can all but hear the smoke coming out of his ears as the other boy tugs off his wolf ears and his cloak, plopping down next to him.
“I’m sure they’ll let us bring it all! …Uh, maybe…”
Gon adds too sheepishly at the end, fluffing out the cloak and turning it sideways, placing it over Killua’s shoulders.
Killua stiffens, the lump in his throat joined by his heart palpitating, as he shyly scoots further away from Gon, pulling the cloak closer, fumbling with a piece of candy in one hand, and grabbing a longer strand of his hair with the other, tugging on it.
“N-no! I mean…”
Gon doesn’t seem shocked at his outburst, closing the gap between them again and joining Killua in checking every piece of candy.
“Did they…?”
Gon’s voice goes cold for a second, and a shiver runs right down Killua’s spine.
He doesn’t like it when Gon gets all cold like that. It’s scary. He’s scared he’s going to lose him.
Killua presses his head down against Gon’s shoulder to bring him out of it, which it does; the other boy looks down, mouth open. It does, but maybe he also did it for a reason he won’t admit; he likes being near Gon’s warmth.
He bites down on his lower lip, chewing on it, inhaling shakily.
“No. I mean, yeah, but never enough to make me lose my tongue…”
They were always precise, small enough, dullish, but enough to hurt and enough to bleed.
Gon’s goes rigid against him, small rumbles of anger making him shake.
Killua grabs Gon’s arm again, trying, oh, so, trying. Gon stops, and that’s what he wants, but he knows there’s also a selfish desire deep down that also just wants Gon’s support. Stupid. Idiot...
“Killua.”
Gon says it so comfortingly, like the sharp blade of his words hadn’t been there mere minutes ago.
And he wraps an arm around his shoulder, pulling him closer, and Killua closes his eyes.
“I liked it on Whale Island, you know…? There weren’t any unexpected surprises…”
Even if it was hard to drop his guard… there weren’t any bad ones…
“Mmh. I’ll take you again, I promise.”
He wants to stay right here in this moment… forever… but if he does, it’ll be that much harder when Gon goes somewhere he can’t follow.
He ruffles his way out from underneath Gon, shaking his head and stretching over and picking up his bucket and hat.
It’s just the full moon… he twiddles with the ribbon on his chest, leaning over and giving Gon a peck on the cheek so fast it’s over before his beating heart even knows it, placing the hat on his head and pulling it down.
“T-there! That’s your treat, so I get to keep all your candy!”
Maybe Gon thinks he’s lost it, or whatever! But he marches off towards the inn, blushing. It's just he...
In reality. Gon just thinks he’s too adorable to question the weirdness.
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This isn’t what Killua is used to.
He isn’t sure how to feel. There’s a furrow to his brow as he walks down the steps, playing with the edges of his pink pleated skirt. He taps his foot on the last stair anxiously.
Shouldn’t they be racing out the door already…?
Is Gon… mad at him…?
“Come on, Killua!”
He doesn’t know how to approach it, chewing on his lower lip, turning the pale pink of it red.
He takes the final step down gracefully, swallowing a lump in his throat.
Gon opens the door for him, and Killua steps outside, inhaling the fresh breeze of the island. Gon closes the door, humming a tune as he hops down the steps.
Killua has to breach it now. If he doesn’t… he curls his fingers up into his turtleneck, tugging at the fabric and opening his mouth.
“Aren’t we going to race…?”
Gon turns to him cocking his head, smiling.
“Nope! Not today.”
Why not…?
Killua can feel the frustration and anxiety growing as he purses his lips together, taking a step forward.
Gon holds out his hand, and Killua stares dumbfounded.
Gon jerks his head toward the dirt path, gesturing at Killua to take his hand, and Killua reaches out, pausing, gently placing his hand in Gon’s palm.
Gon’s hand is warm; he can feel the rough calluses against Gon’s palm as Gon’s fingers gently but firmly wrap around his hand, and Killua takes the rest of the steps down, his face flushed and heart pounding.
Gon lets go of his hand once he’s on solid ground, and Killua is left staring at his own hand, pale scars shone in the bright sunlight as he drops it to his side, fingertips brushing against the edge of his skirt.
Maybe Gon is sick… or perhaps Killua is…
He’s sure it’s nothing.
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It’s not nothing.
What’s with Gon today…?
He’s not acting normal… Gon’s always nice, but…
“Here!”
Gon hands him a stick with little chocolate bunnies and stars from the stand, and Killua takes it gingerly. He wants to squeal because of chocolate, but why is Gon buying him all this stuff… and…
He takes a bite of one of the chocolate marshmallows but can’t enjoy its sweet taste.
“Gon.”
“Hmm?”
Gon turns to look at him, unknowingly, with that dumb grin on his face.
“W-what’s with you today…? Are you… mad at me…?”
He swallows the last of the marshmallow, but it just leaves a bad taste in his mouth as he scrunches his fingers up in his skirt, staring at the edge of the skewer and the cute chocolate bunny.
Tears prick his eyes, and he grips tighter until his knuckles turn pure white.
No one’s ever this nice to him. Not without reason…
But the thought of Gon being mad at him…
It hurts a lot more than any of his family being mad…
His chest aches so much…
“Killua?”
Gon says his name so concerned, but he refuses to look up.
“Of course not! Sorry…! Maybe I’m not as good at this date thing as I thought…”
Gon trails off, and Killua snaps his head up so fast he almost gives himself whiplash, big blue eyes wide, some tears slipping past, his lips parting.
D-date…?
W-w-what?
It isn’t just the sun burning down on his skin; he feels hot, dizzy, and sick, and he takes a shaky step forward and trips all over himself.
“Woah!”
He can hear Gon’s voice clearly from the side as he wraps his arms around Killua’s waist catching him.
Killua’s world goes blurry for a moment; he can’t hear anything, blood roaring in his ears, only the distant sounds of cicadas joining them; his arms are wrapped around Gon’s neck, his knees bent slightly.
“Killua? You okay?”
Killua snaps back with a gasp, peering up into Gon’s warm honey-colored eyes, brimming with concern.
A pale, pretty pink flushes against Killua’s skin from the tips of his ears to the small flesh of skin that his turtleneck hides.
W-w-what? D-d-date?
Gon, you idiot!
“I-I, you can’t just not tell you, y-you idiot!”
Gon’s mouth falls open in shock, and then he closes it, his eyebrows scrunching together.
“Oh. Sorry, Killua.” He laughs apologetically.
“So does that mean I’m not doing a terrible job…?” He adds with a grin.
Killua wraps his arms closer around Gon’s neck, looking to the side. Gon is so warm… he feels… safe here…
“…I-I… guess… you aren’t…”
He mumbles, and Gon's grin keeps getting wider.
Gon slowly removes his hands from Killua’s waist, and Killua feels like a stray kitten pulling his arms back, pouting.
“Okay! Then I’ll make it even better!”
Gon starts to march forward, and Killua’s heart twists, and he rushes forward, almost running into Gon’s back, tentatively grabbing Gon’s sleeve, his cheeks puffed out.
If this is a date, shouldn’t you hold his hand? Stupid Gon!
He can feel Gon’s gaze on him, it’s warmer than the sun, and Gon holds his hand out, and Killua stares at it shyly, reaching forward and linking their pinkies together.
He can somehow hear Gon’s smile.
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Seeing Killua happy makes Gon’s heart feel full, fuller than even Aunt Mito’s cooking made his stomach! Killua’s pouting was so cute Gon swears his heart skipped a beat, but seeing Killua smile, so genuinely and happy with his guard down…
Best feeling ever!
This was the big finale, though!
Killua is sitting on the edge of the wall, swinging his legs back and forth, and Gon sits beside him, holding something, and Killua looks over and tilts his head.
“It’s for you!”
Gon’s heart has never dropped so fast as tears well up in Killua’s eyes.
Killua gently takes the small pink cat plush from Gon, playing with the bow around its neck.
“I-It’s for me?”
Gon swallows thickly, nodding, grinning.
“Yep!“
Killua hugs it close, and the tension starts to ease in Gon’s chest, although his heart breaks more, thinking of why Killua would be so scared of a gift.
“T-thank you…”
Killua leans his head against Gon’s shoulder, wrapping his free arm around Gon’s bicep and Gon’s face heats up as he peers down at Killua’s face. C-cute!
Gon kicks his legs against the brick wall excitedly.
He knows, then. He’d do anything to protect Killua and his smile.
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