🚧Taken🚧

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"No" He sighed, the sweet looking girl with pigtails was a lot more rude then he expected. Her name was Bisky, she was the lead cook. She had her arms crossed, and a disapproving look on her face. "Please? I want to make myself useful somehow. I'm not very smart but I already have some experience, at least let me try cooking something" He pleaded. She scoffed. "Cooking requires intelligence. You just upright admitted you don't have what it takes" Goddamn it. "What's going on here?" He looked over at Killua, who had heard the commotion and was wondering why Bisky and Gon were talking. "Tell this brat to leave me alone. He keeps trying to get me to let him cook something but not only is he stupid but he's not a professional" Killua sighed, and Gon turned to look at him. The handcuffs clanked a little, he still had them on. "I want to be useful! And even if I'm not super good at it I can learn. Pleaaase?" He knew it wasn't about swaying Bisky, but swaying Killua. He sighed heavily. "Biscuit, let him try. I've been trying to make up an excuse to tell my parents on why he's staying and it's better than nothing"

Ha! He turned to Bisky with an eager smile and she scowled. "Yes master" Gon beamed. Yes! "you can have the 6th kitchen" Gon blinked. "I thought there were only 5" Killua huffed. "it's small and kind of shitty, but it's a kitchen and you need one of those to cook. Nobody uses it so if you end up burning it down nobody'll care" He blushed in embarrassment. "H-Hey! I won't burn it down!" He half yelled in indignation. The room went quiet, a few people were tense. Why? Killua chuckled in slight amusement, "You mustn't raise your voice at the master! Apologize brat" Bisky hissed. He doesn't seem mad to me. "How are you supposed to cook properly with those cuffs? I think it's a very likely scenario" He joked back. Gon puffed out his cheeks in irritation. "Well Mr. kidnapper, maybe if you let me go places without the handcuffs we wouldn't have that problem. That's on you, not me." Nobody else spoke, they were watching with slight fear for some reason. Why's everybody so tense? "Well maybe if you weren't dumb enough to get kidnapped, you could cook without restrictions" he shot back with a slight smirk.

"Well maybe I wanted to be kidnapped" He said sticking his tongue out. Killua snorted, then started laughing. Gon's eyes shimmered a little. His genuine laugh is so musical. The other cooks and maids in the room looked shocked, awed, or slightly scared still. Killua recovered and then chuckled. "Maybe I'll keep you around for entertainment as well. It's been a while since someone's made me laugh" Gon felt rather proud of himself. I can be useful. "Great! Now where's my new kitchen?" Killua huffed, "Have you not memorized the floorplan of the entire building yet?" He blinked. "I- Wh- No? how the hell am I supposed to do that? It's so damn big" He snickered and turned. "Don't worry, I have. c'mon" He walked after him, then shot grin over his shoulder at a very shocked Bisky. I have special privileges. Then he blinked. Wait, why? Maybe it was because he wasn't a servant, but a friend. "Here you are"

Gon blinked at the tiny kitchen. "You weren't joking about it being small. Especially compared to the rest of the house" Killua shrugged. "Was supposed to be a bathroom, but we had more than enough so for some reason they put a kitchen in here instead" it's still tiny compared to the bathrooms. But Gon smiled, walking to the middle and running a hand along the counters. "I love it" and what was better, it was just down the hall from his own bedroom. "So...can you really cook?" Killua asked skeptically. He sighed. "Not really. I mean, I can make eggs and waffles but that's kind of it." He could also bake, but he didn't really like sharing that. He always thought his baking was terrible, one time when aunt mito had it she got food poisoning. "Ah. Well, have fun. I have work to do" He said, then started walking away. Gon bit his lip. "What kind of work do you do?" He asked curiously. Killua paused, then frowned slightly over his shoulder. "Gon, you know I'm a criminal. You can probably guess" He shrugged. "There's different types of illegal things. I was just curious. You don't seem like a cold blooded murderer, or someone who steals priceless artifacts. So, what do you do to afford his giant house?"