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XIII

⚠️Warning⚠️: Smut
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Where is the line drawn between right and wrong? When did people draw the line and stop trying to defend a monster? Was it possible to like somebody for their looks or talents, yet hate them for their past actions? Should dirt done stay in the past? Or should it stay permanent like the effect of the actions are on the victim?

Each human would form their own answers to such questions. Everyone's opinion split when it came to the term, "justice" not knowing how close the term fell to "redemption."

As a moral commitment to himself, Gon promised never to assume the worst in people. Everyone makes mistakes, but everyone can also change.

The rows of lockers seemed to pass in a blur as his own spiky black locks clouded over his vision. Everywhere he turned were just more halls to trap him inside this crappy school. It was like a huge maze, bigger than the emotional one he was running in his head.

Even worst he couldn't stop running. He wouldn't stop running. If he stopped running...... if his feet stopped moving....

"Get back here! You short imbecile!" The Phantom Troupe's loud voices, sounded like sirens in his ear drums.

If he stop running, he'd be dead.

His lungs burned as air seemed to fill him up like sweet blueberry filling going in a fresh doughnut; every muscle in his body threatened to cramp up if his adrenaline died down.

He heard his rowdy classmates as they egged on the chase: banging on the lockers, hooting and howling like a pack of wild animals, pointing their phones, chanting for a show.

"Gon...! Gon! JUMP!" A desperate familiar voice called out, causing brown worried eyes to jolt around. From the bottom of the stairs, Killua waved to him frantically. The spunky teenager riled up with an expression of resolve decorating his face. "Jump, Gon!" He held his arms out.

"I... I can't!" Gon choked out, the rest of his words incoherent. The jump wasn't that high, it was only a little staircase that separated the 9th and 10th grade floor from the 11th and 12th floor. It would be a regular dive for any daredevil, but to Gon only a crazy person would attempt that.

"You're dead man! You're so FREAKING DEAD!" A voice came from gang closing in on him.

At that moment, Gon discovered he's a crazy person.

Gon screeched, "Killua! You better catch me!" He took a huge breath, his feet leaping off the balcony with speed and elegance. The free fall seemed to last forever, until the breathtaking feel of firm hands wrapped around him.

"I knew you could...." A goofy smile painted Killua's face as he rocked the other male like a baby.

Fluttering his brown orbs open (that Gon couldn't recall ever closing) a fresh new hope arose inside him.

Bravery does happen only in real danger.

"Oh God! This is your fault!" The black haired male blurted. He jumped out of Killua's arms, "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"I like danger." The boy gave a half-truth. He really needed to just find a way that would allow him to kill Hisoka. "We can kill em!"

"Are you cra—wait you are crazy!" Gon corrected himself. "Why am I even asking at this point?" He arranged his fingers into a gun, and rapidly pulled the trigger. "YOU MAKE ME WANNA JUST...." He put the finger gun in his mouth and cursed. "FUCK!"

"Fine, let's go hide in there..." Killua motioned to a door.

"Umm, I don't know....that looks locked." Gon said, cranking his neck over to ensure no Phantom Troupe members were on their tail. He glanced back and forth, "Let's go to Biscuit." He suggested, "She's a councilor. She has to help us."