╳ ┆ TRANSMUTER. ´

Gon immediately threw the phone down after sending the messages back to Killua, his heart pounding nervously in his chest. Oh god – what had he done? So much for subtly trying to tell Kurapika in hopes of some advice, now he’d gone and blurted his secret to Killua of all people, how was he going to claw himself out of this mess? ‘Maybe he wont message back, or he’ll just change the subject…Killua wont want to talk about that stuff…’ He thought, absentmindedly wandering around his bedroom before his phone buzzed again and he nearly jumped out of his skin.

He contemplated just ignoring it, already feeling embarrassed and scared of the response, but as morbidly curious as ever Gon quickly went back to it, opening up the messages he was almost relieved by the first one (it was so Killua, and that was comforting), and then all the nervousness came flooding back in at the third. Uh oh.

[Text: Killua] Sorry :P I’ll check better next time!

He paused, his fingers jittering against the side of his phone as he chewed his lower lip. With a large exhale he sent another.

[Text: Killua] I really like pancakes.

That was dumb. He knew Killua wasn’t referring to the pancakes..

[Text: Killua] I mean thanks. I really appreciate it. I’m glad you’re OK too, how is Alluka? Tell her I said hi!

This was so awkward and painful – even for someone like Gon who wasn’t easily embarrassed by much. He frowned looking at Killua’s question. Yes, of course they were close, at least in Gon’s head but then…Killua felt so far away, and it hurt.  

[Text: Killua] Yeah, you know him.

[Text: Killua] You don’t think it’s weird, do you?

         What time was it? Midnight or later, maybe? And there he was, instead of resting to get prepared for another day shopping and restlessly walking through markets and curious alleys, talking with that weird dork. His stomatch suddenly felt heavier. Was it okay to call the brunet his best friend after all? There was a time that, yes, the young Zoldyck was the one to know everything about him. They went on adventures together, shared deep secrets and fears, worries of all kinds. They were united by one goal and created many memories together, ones which the silver-haired would never forget, even if he tried. The perfect duo, as Bisky herself stated once. But after a while, after what happened on NGL ------- things changed. People changed, including himself. Perhaps... perhaps that title wasn’t his to carry anymore. He wasn’t his number one. KURAPIKA, on the other hand...

        A sigh crossed the room, sapphire eyes gazing blankly at the cellphone’s screen while all his body felt hollow. Was he going to change the subject and fake nothing happened? Or would he be fully honest as always? All options had that stupid island’s boy face all over; however the assassin couldn’t figure out his next step. And why the heck did he feel so angry and sad for no reason? They parted ways, damn! They weren’t together anymore. Of course Gon would find another person to share his secrets and be always in touch with. Of course it wasn’t going to be him. Why would it, anyways? Who on Earth would be so idiot to believe nothing changed? That was pathetic.

  [text to: Gon] ‘i like pancakes’?! man you really are an idiot!!   [text to: Gon] she’s having fun. when she wakes up i’ll tell her you said hi. she really likes you.         Somehow, telling him about Alluka’s feeling towards their friendship felt awkward and miserably distressing, almost as if part of the hunter didn’t want him to know about that. Was it pride? Or jealousy? He couldn’t quite figure.         After all those beeps, silence fell once more. Rolling over the bed, anxiety and nervousness were being mixed up inside him, heartbeats racing faster as if he was running after something too far away from his reach. And maybe that was the case, really.

  [text to: Gon] I don’t think it’s weird, you can like whoever you want.   [text to: Gon] but hey, no pressure. I won’t ask you who is it.   [text to: Gon] ... although I REALLY hope that isn’t Hisoka nor Leorio.

✪┊〔❝ Okay, but how can you be sure!? ❞〕

Hiro’s mind was racing a mile a second, his eyes wide and his whole demeanor giving off a feeling that he was nothing but extremely excited over the fact that this boy could give off lightning with a simple flick of his fingers. As far as he knew, no one in the world should be able to receive such high electrical shots and live, let alone control the flow and use it as an actual weapon.

〔❝ Dude! You just used lightning like it was the most normal thing in the world! And you’re asking me to chill? T-this is unbelievable! I-I mean how can you even start an electric current without any outside help and not fry your body in the process as well?! You seriously have to have some type of super skin or maybe you- ❞〕

And he was rambling again…

          Was that guy deaf or just really stupid? If his patience was a bit shorter, he would gladly SHOCK him in the rough, traditional way without thinking twice to get out of such awkward situation. And for real? His fingers were itching to do so right now, but instead the hunter chose to take a deep, good breath to keep is composure. Tolerance and patience were, luckily or not, his forte even when dealing with those kind of people ( he had to thank Gon later for teaching him such valuable lesson, honestly ).

                             ‘ because i’m a TRANSMUTER, not a mutant! ’

           The black-haired boy was weird in every way and talked about weird science things, but strangely, somehow it was kind of fun seeing how much he have freaked him out. Stopping to think about it, if that guy met his grandpa, that could literally summon a light dragon and explosive arrows out of nowhere, what would his reaction be like? A heartattack? For his own sake ( the boy disliked the idea of risking becoming a lab rat ), he could try explaining about aura, Nen and many other things, but he wasn’t sure if he should do it there, in the middle of a night and in a avenue alley. Plus, to someone he barely met. However, that guy didn’t seem like a threat ------ skinny, dork and unaware of life energy ------, and if anything happened, there was always a way out.

                           ‘ listen ------------ this isn’t very unusual from where i came from.     i can try explaining and SHOWING you way more cool stuff, but you have to calm down. ’

Despite the nervous flush of colour that rushed to the other boy’s skin Gon’s expression remained the same, his smile bright and unwavering. Well, at least it had been before Killua asked about the proportions of his drawing. “Oh!”

With that he held the picture up in front of him to further analyse it, sticking his tongue out in concentration Gon proceeded to hold it nearer then closer, then near again, tilting it this way and that, and tilting his head too.

“Hmmm…I guess I did draw you a little big,” More like alot. “But you’re the main bit of the drawing, so of course I drew you bigger!” Gon wasn’t just going to admit that his proportions were all out or that he didn’t leave enough space to draw himself bigger next to Killua because of all the lightning he added in.

“Anyway, what did you draw?” Gon said, looking over at the other boy with an innocent curiosity in his eyes. He hadn’t yet seen what was on Killua’s piece of paper, had he even drawn anything at all?

           Being completely honest with himself was hard, a skill he still had to develop greatly, yet the silver-haired boy had to admit it was easy to relax around his brunet friend even in those awkward situations of too much honesty. Gon was... special, to say the least. He didn’t exactly care for what was right or wrong, as long as the feeling behind such thing was filled with purity, passion and innocence. Or at least, that was how the assassin tried to understand him. 

           His friend’s question, however, took him by surprise along with such sheer curious eyes. Well, if he wasn’t totally flustered until then, now his face was bright red. What DID he draw, anyway?: A silly, pathetic and stupid drawing which contained nothing but Gon being carried like a damsel in distress by who appeared to be his knight in shining (or would  “shocking” be more appropriate to describe it due to the flashes and thunders around his clothes?) armor: the transmuter himself. And as a reaction guided by instinct and reflex, the boy chose to hide the drawing behind his back while shaking his head slightly to the sides and laughing in nervousness. Damn. Quick! Think about an excuse! ANY excuse!                       ‘ it’s... nothing! i couldn’t think about anything so... ----------! ’, Smooth move. That couldn’t be more obvious even if he tried.

❝ AH, I NEVER SAID I WASN’T. But it’s rude to assume, don’t you think? ❞

Pale lips stretch in an expression passable as a smile, but more like the look of a predator cornering its prey. All teeth and little mirth. He counters the boy’s Ren with a burst of his own, pervasive and dark with bloodlust. It’s an assertion of dominance, a threat display; reminding the assassin just who he was dealing with.

❝ I play favourites quite a bit. Perhaps it wasn’t obvious, seeing the way I focus on Gon, but yes, Killua…you’re quite ripe for potential. ❞ 

            A cold shiver ran through his spine, and as a reflex, his guard grew more wary at the same time a cold sweat fell off his forehead. It didn’t matter if he faced worse auras than Hisoka’s or if he was supposed to be familiar with such desire for blood and war; the fact that the clown actually enjoyed and KNEW his true powers made him even more scarier. And comparing to the last time they saw each other... his aura was far more powerful now to the point that even if the silver-haired hunter was protecting himself, it gave him nausea nevertheless. What was THAT?!

                         ‘ i don’t need your compliments and don’t you                                       DARE treating me like a toy! buzz off! ’

did i just get fucking roasted by a twelve year old

get fucking owned nerd