Don't say, "I love you" | ✔️

XXII

Everyone needed somebody to lean on. Everyone needs a little burst of inspiration when they were down. They needed a spark to encourage them to try again...or at least get back on their feet. That's why the magical word "help" was made. Help was a simple 4 letter word made to convey to people they were in need.

Gon had to get help. There were lots of other people who could see what he could... Ging could see it. Kite could see it. Surely in the notebook Ging kept, he wrote down stuff about other Hunters. He had to.

"Yeah...yeah... nothing to see here just an average tee-" He hiccuped out, "ager..." It sounded more like "teen angst" but that was fine too.

He panted a bit, fingers brushing against some graffiti art on the brick wall. A whistle was blown in his direction. "Yo. Fruitful boy. Or...should I say, Killua's boyfriend."

Gon was not going to fall for Hisoka's taunts again. A part of him wished that Killua had actually murdered Hisoka already. The tall clown boy was annoying with how he managed to slither out of everyone's grasp.

"That's too damn far! I'm fucking out!" Gon muttered to himself going into a panic towards Biscuit's car. "I'm really fucking..." He pulled on the door handle.

The car was still locked up tight.

"Hey, listen to me!" Hisoka barked, "You have some real explaining to do!"

The older boy's voice grew louder until it was right above him. He flinched in preparation for a punch or kick in the back. None came.

A brown eye cracked open to meet yellow. "You think this shit is a game?"

Gon blinked rapidly. He could have pointed out how Hisoka and the rest of his crazy friends almost made him miss the rest of his test.

"Chrollo and that blonde got took in for questioning by the police."

"What?" The black haired boy almost choked on air. 'Kurapika was in trouble?' He couldn't believe it. "When did this happen?"

For the first time, Hisoka didn't get fresh with him or try to beat his face in for talking back. It was like the gang member actually possessed some self redeeming qualities to act like a decent human being.

"They wouldn't let us back in our testing room after we were late. They went into the bathroom and saw the mess your boyfriend made." Hisoka explained.

Brown eyes drifted up to see Hisoka, "You..." He growled, "What the fuck did you do to piss Killua off!?"

"Me?!" Hisoka revolted as if that was the most absurd thing ever. "Killua has it in his own twisted head, that he'll get his happily ever after if he kills me."

Gon didn't even find the words to challenge that. The statement just sounded 100% something Killua would think. He shoved his hands in his pocket and tilted his head to the side slightly. "But how can you see them?"

"Because I'm just like you." The redhead confessed, a sincere smirk dangling on his lips. He brought a finger to tap on his heart. "This beats for two."

"Oh..." Gon murmured.

"You probably never met him. His name is Illumi. He is Killua's big brother." Hisoka said nonchalantly, "You can put together the pieces from there."

Gon sighed deeply. He understood. He hated the fact he understood so clearly. He hated the fact of what he said before being so damn true. It was him who gave Killua this power. It was him who made Killua into who he was.

His eyebrows furrowed, the more he reflected on the past. "I met Killua a long time ago..." Gravity tugged the corner of his lip downwards. "I told him about stuff, I probably shouldn't have. I didn't know how damaged he really was." A bit of compassion burned in his orbs. "I thought I could heal him myself and in the process made him completely dependent on me."