Don't say, "I love you" | ✔️

XIV

Too many humans pondered the idea of how the human race came into existence. Instead what they should be pondering is not "how" but "why." Why do people exist? Why do bad or good people have to exist?

The answer is obvious: If you don't know good, then how could you know evil?

If all your life you're taught evil, you would think it was good. You would blindly trust word for word what your parents told you, until you met someone who made you question everything you believed in.

When Killua was 8 years old, Gon made him question everything he believed in. Gon pointed out the injustice of Killua's situation. He took pity on his soul.

A soft mushy part of Killua wanted that feeling again. He wanted that pure love and affection from Gon. He wanted that blind commitment.

"Let's get lit!" Killua picked up Gon bridal style and took off at top speed. Each step, leaving the building further behind them.

"H-how are you so fast?" Gon was barely able to cry out over the wind rushing in their ears. Lightning zipped around Killua's body, growing stronger by the minute. "It's like you're some undercover superhero in my comic book!"

Killua gave him a killer look, as his white hair stood up wildly. "Why do you like it?" He kicked into overdrive, "I call it, Godspeed." He bragged.

Gon did think it was cool, it would be even cooler if Killua wouldn't be using it to make them play hooky right now.

His heart was racing as his ears rang, his whole entire body throbbed from all the voltage flowing through his bones.

This was freaky.

A real supernatural event that his sanity was having trouble comprehending.

"No! Playing hooky is not cool!" Gon lectured, he smacked the top of Killua's head with his SAT book. "Let me down or I'm jumping!"

"Gon, you baka! Don't you dare, you'll hurt yourself, y-" Killua's jaw dropped as he felt the boy desert his grasp. Automatically, he stopped running to stay in the same frequency.

The short boy darted away from Killua in another direction. Strangely, it wasn't the direction of school. Killua scrambled after him. They might have ran for at least another 15 minutes, until Gon was bent over and panting.

Inching forward, Killua reached over to put his hand on Gon's backpack. Only a tearful voice choked out, "You shouldn't have followed me here! This is the special place I come to clear my head!"

"Where else would I have gone? You think I can just leave you?" Killua said softly. A tinge of guilt erupting in his soul as it pegged him how wrong this was. He had chased Gon pretty far, all the way to the outskirts of town.

Hate burned in Gon's brown eyes, as he whipped his head around to face Killua. "Yes! Get away from me." He sneered harshly.

"Gon..."

"I can't go back to school because of you, Killua! Heck, I can't even go home! If my Aunt Mito finds out I skipped, I'm getting my ass beat! This is all your fault!"

"Don't be scared! I can de-"

"Stop it! Don't talk like that!"

"They hurt you, Gon! I won't stop. I will never stop, until justice is served!" Killua took a sharp breath, "It pisses me off, alright? When people hurt what's mine....I get so angry watching people treat you like shit!" Heated emotions flashed in blue orbs. "Why don't you stand up for yourself?! You say snide remarks on the sly, you glare at them with hatred. But in the end..."