Don't say, "I love you" | ✔️

XI

If money could talk, it would snitch on everyone. It would snitch on Killua for not having the guts to confess. It would snitch on Gon for being self-centered. It would snitch on Ging for using the money supposed to be saved up in Gon's college fund for liquor. It would snitch on Mito for foolishly blowing it all on stocks.

Ya see, money knew everyone's story. Aside from the people who don't have none.

You have no money, you have no story.

Simple.

"Money controls important things in life, like justice." Gon mumbled, rolling over in his bed. A laziness filled him this morning. He knew if he woke up, he'd get chewed out for not coming out his room and talking about 'respect' with Mito and Ging.

He sighed, brown eyes drifting up to catch sight of a little bowl of oatmeal resting on his nightstand. Beside the bowl was a nicely written note:

"Yo, Gon!

I wish, I could hang around and have you wake up with my body resting against your own. But I have our little lambs to take care of. You encouraged me to eat when I was down, so I'm here to return the favor. Eat, then sneak out the back door to the bus stop.

Only yours, Killua."

Reaching over, Gon sat up. He took a spoonful of the oatmeal and shoved it in his mouth. He admired Killua's effort, but the food tasted weird. It was peaches n cream flavored but there was like something extra in it.

Confounded, he took another spoonful. This time he rolled his tongue around, chewing thoughtfully as he tried to discover the mystery ingredient. He kept on eating more. Aside from it being cold, and tasting a little weird....it wasn't too bad.

Pleasantly, Gon smiled to himself. He was on his last bite of oatmeal. After this he figured, he'd get dressed and sneak away.

Moving a bit to rest the bowl back on the nightstand, he took notice of a little P.S. written below the note. "Also I figured you've been waiting a long time to make your oatmeal with milk." There was a smiley face, 'XD' followed by, "Enjoy having me inside you for-"

Gon couldn't even read the rest before gagging. The spoon he was holding, clattered against the bowl, as he went into a coughing fit.

Desperately, he wheezed, "Killua, you crazy bastard! You...I swear!" Gon rubbed his stomach. "Wait!" A flood of blush washed over his face. "WHY DID I ACTUALLY LIKE IT!?" He put his hands over his face, slapping himself. "That's gross! It's gross!"

He hugged his hands around his pillow. A sick feeling was forming within him, but he didn't think it was from wanting to throw up. He must have been going crazy. This was crazy.

Gon licked his lips, "It's so disgusting..." He smiled to himself. "But Killua taste pretty good, if he didn't put himself in something that was supposed to have a set flavor like oatmeal." Sucking lightly on his tongue, he recalled the sensation.

He also thought about other stuff on his tongue. Hot, heavy, large— stuff. Rough, fingers. Forcing him apart. Touching his parts.

Gon's face heated up more, as he tried his best to push his dirty mind away. He attempted to focus on other things like counting inventory or how much profit he should make today.

Standing up, he grabbed his phone from off his bed. The bright screen had a web page up reading: Payment successful! Report to room 309 on Saturday at Hunter's High School. Bring: Testing ticket confirmation, paper, calculator and number 2 pencil.