Au where you receive a phone call that sounds like someone you know even though they are in the same room/house as you or you know they’re dead.
Killua let out a breath as he settled onto the couch. He looked up at the clock.
It’s still pretty early but all Killua wanted to do was go to bed. He spent all day going out with friends, receiving and managing well wishes and condolences, and generally carefully managing his cracking mask all day that he was fine. But he wasn’t.
Like thinking that one thought- /he was not ok/- he let his face tilt forward and he began to cry.
This was the one year anniversary of Gon’s death.
He had died on a mission Killua and him were on, they were getting extracted out of a burning building and running to the roof. While in the stairway, the landing fell out from under Gon. Killua is fast, but nothing was faster than Gon slipping through his fingers as he grappled to catch him. The last thing Killua saw was Gon brace himself, falling through the smoke, and then the building’s integrity lead him have to leave befre he could go back for his best friend.
The phone rang and it jolted Killua out of his spiraling regret and guilt enough to wipe his tears on his face. He couldn’t handle another person calling to offer condolences, and it’s ok, and they’re here if he needs to talk. So he let it go to voicemail.
A harsh chill ran through Killua so hard he stood up abruptly, tears half smudged on his face and nose red as he stared hard at the machine recording the message.
“It’s Gon. I couldn’t catch you earlier, so I thought I’d call.” Gon’s voice said through the receiver.
“What?” Killua whispered to himself, watching the phone in terrified curiosity. There’s no way. They never found the body but they also know if Gon was alive, they would have found where he was recovering, the hunter association is very thorough.
“If you get this message, call me back! If you’re just listening to it tho…” Gon’s voice was suddenly very clear, like he was in the room. And Killua’s neck washed in pinpricks uncomfortably, like he was being watched, dangerous. “Just pick up and we can talk.”
