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It's strange how a certain object can stir so many emotions caused by memories alone. It's meaningless until an impactful experience shines a whole new light around it. There may be a symbolism only you will understand, or perhaps it's shared with someone else— which adds yet another meaning to the once-ordinary object. A bond.
Everyone who knew me raised a skeptical brow when seeing me wear a ring. 'A ring? It's pretty, but since when were you one to wear jewelry?' is what they'd say. I'd shrug it off because an excuse wouldn't change any of the suspicions from the people who knew me.
It was a silent agreement to keep our relationship a secret, a unanimous one. We both had our reasons, some the same, some different, and word getting around to our families seemed... fatal.
Sometimes we'd wonder, what is the biggest obstacle holding us back from seeing each other? It wasn't Ging; while my mother was a bit more difficult, she isn't completely against the idea, either. My father was perhaps the easiest of all, but only if he never found out that they were 'dates' and not 'hangouts.' Even our sexuality didn't seem to be the worst of it. The biggest obstacle: Aunt Mito.
No, it was the religion.
My family never cared enough about religion to attend church more than twice in my lifetime. I felt as though I had a clearer head because of it— as if I could truly contemplate what I believe in without bias. Yet, because I grew up without the constant claims from preachers that God is real and this and that happened, the contradicting versions of the Bible had me raise a skeptical brow here and there. As I researched religions, I found some that I respected, and some that I didn't.
Gon's aunt was a Jehovah's Witness. The people themselves were possibly the kindest beings on the planet, but the masked manipulative nature behind it had my lips curl in distaste. Perhaps I only despised it because it stood as an unbreakable, titanium fortification between my dreams, a dream that's craving grew more profound as hours passed.
But there were always loopholes, and it was our job to find them.
My phone vibrated, and on the home screen was a fresh notification.
Just now.
Gon: Killuaaaaaaaa
As I reached for my phone, I saw Alluka roll her eyes beside me. "Go ahead. It's not like we only play video games together once a week or anything," she pouted, turning her spinney chair the other way and facing her back towards me.
Suddenly, my phone blew up, vibrating obnoxiously and alerting our dog from three rooms down the hall.
Gon: HEY >:0
Gon: I HAVE A SURPRISE!
Gon: Killua.
Gon: Killua.
Gon: Killua.
Gon: Killua.
Gon: Killua.
Gon: Don't ignore me! >:p
Gon: KilluaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAaaaaa!
Alluka threw her hand up, exclaiming, "even his texting is loud!"
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A Life Foretold
FanfictionA dramatic modern AU of Gonkillu. Killua faces domestic violence, crippling expectations, and worst of all, himself. A story where he awaits stability, never adapting to the grueling inconsistency of his family. But everything changes with Gon. He'...
