Don't say, "I love you" | ✔️

XVI

Everyone comes in this world, clueless, wet and alone. Some people leave the world the exact same way.

So what is the reason for that? The reason to be born and do nothing with your life. Nothing to the point you leave out, the same way you came in. Yes, nobody ask to be created. Their parents wanted kids or their parents had an accident. But you're still here.

Gon took a sharp breath— him breathing... that was the sound of being alive. While people were alive, they could make a difference in the world.

The world was hypothetical, 'their oyster' so people should act like it. Make it better.

Gon was in hot water, but it was for a good reason. He was in trouble for: Choosing to skip school and hang out the rest of the day with his boyfriend. The good reason was he'd managed to connect with Killua.

Everything would have been fine if Kite never would have showed up....and EVEN BETTER if he didn't attack Killua.

Slumping against the sofa, Gon mashed the buttons on his controller. "Yeah. Eat my rubber fist. Luffy got mad t-"

"Gon, you should call your aunt." Kite called, from the kitchen.

The 16 year old was busy taking out his frustration on the unfortunate soul fighting him in Jump Force.

"Gon!!"

A voice came in his ear, "Yeah, use his ult-"

Gon shook slightly. "Killua?"

He was relieved to hear his boyfriend, "Yes. I need help! I-"

The transmission of Killua's words to Gon's ears were wrecked by Kite. Killua wasn't taking any chances with a dangerous hunter around.

Kite got between Gon and the screen. "I will rip this out right now." He narrowed his eyes, as Gon ignored his words.

"Move! I can't pause! THIS IS AN ONLINE MULTIPLAYER GAME!" Gon shouted, raising the wireless controller in the air to signal Killua to talk.

Killua didn't say anything.

Kite turned the tv off. "I didn't bring you to my house to play games." He told him sternly.

Gon threw his controller down. "Wow! Yeah! So last time I checked you're not my parent!"

"Gon..."

"No." Gon shook his head, "I'm not doing this. I don't want to and shouldn't have to explain myself to you." He stood up, ready to leave. "If you wanted me out after dinner y-"

"Sit and call your Aunt." Kite sighed, rubbing his temples. "It's late and you're not walking home at night." He moved away from the tv, to put a hand on Gon's shoulder. "Just calm down, okay? I get it. Today hasn't been the best day for you and-"

"Don't cut me off and talk to me like you understand something!" Gon snapped bitterly. "You don't know." He didn't know where all this salt was coming from, he figured it was because he witnessed Kite try to kill his boyfriend. Plus Kite didn't even care to acknowledge or hear Killua out before he attacked. Gon hated that kind of toxic behavior. He slapped Kite's hand away from him, "You didn't give him a chance! That type of kill everyone is only cute in video games, in real life that crap is sick."

Kite took a few steps back, conceding Gon's request. He sat on the couch and gave a look: "I'm not letting you back on the game until you call your aunt."

"I don't need the game!" Gon walked towards the front porch. "I can go home and play my own game."

He swung the door open, a chilly breeze hitting his face. Oddly, he felt more comfortable out here. Kite couldn't see him and no one could tell him what to do.