To Make You Happy

Killua rang the doorbell and patiently waited outside on the porch of Aunt Mito's house, the cold fall air blowing his nose and cheeks raw. He rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet with his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his jeans, studying the plants that Mito tended to with so much care that surrounded the house.

"Coming!" Mito shouted, muffled from the other side of the door. She opened the door, dusting off her worn-out apron, and her expression brightened as she laid her eyes on the teen. "Oh, Killua! It's so nice to see you, but what are you doing here at this hour?" She said, her voice, sweet and soothing like honey.

"I just wanted to stop by." The pale boy answered as he removed his hands from his pockets and gripped the straps of his old backpack instead.

"Well, please, come inside!" She stepped to the side as she let Killua into her warm and welcoming home. "I was just about done with diner as you rang the doorbell," she said with a soft smile on her face, the dimples on her cheeks deepening.

But her expression visibly changed as she finally acknowledged the state Killua was in.

The pale boy had cuts and scrapes all over his face. His lip looked slightly swollen, and a small bruise had started to form under his eye. He had dried up blood under his nose that looked as though he had tried to wipe it off, and his white hair was visibly messier; like a cats fur spiking up when panicked.

"Mijo, what happened?" Mito asked in such a gentle tone that it made Killua's throat close up and the back of his eyes sting. She tried to reach one of her hands towards Killua's face to examine his bruised cheek, but the other slightly flinched away. She retracted her hand and pushed her own messy hair out of her face and behind her ear as she scrunched her eyebrows up in worry.

"I um-" he stammered, clearing his throat. "I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings is all and ran into a tree." He didn't want to worry Mito even more, but the look she gave him said he already was.

"Gon may be a dunce, but that doesn't mean he got those genes from me."

Killua couldn't help but chuckle at the comment, bringing a smile to Mitos' face as well.

"Okay, fine," he agreed to tell the truth this time. "Some family stuff happened back at home and decided to come here to get away from it."

Mito gave him a look of pity, one that Killua didn't appreciate. She ushered him further into her home, sending him to the bathroom to freshen up.

"I have some ointment in one of the cabinets in the bathroom for that bruise of yours," she said, turning to go to the kitchen and finish diner. "Oh, and please tell Gon that dinners almost ready. I don't know how many times I've called for that boy to come down and set the table." She sighed, shaking her head at the thought.

Killua silently agreed and nodded his head as he walked up the stairs to the bathroom, even though he knew Mito wouldn't be able to see him.

His steps up the stairs were silent, the need to be quiet ingrained into his brain. As he continued up the stairs, he studied his beaten up converse and how the carpeted flooring cushioned his feet as he reached the top.

The albino quickly went to the bathroom, as he knew the way around from all his past visits. He passed by many photos that decorated the walls of the hallway. Most of them were of Gon and Mito when Gon was younger, assuming that Abe was the one taking most of the pictures. They had warm smiles in every photo he passed, and in the pit of his stomach, he was jealous. He felt guilty for feeling such an ugly feeling, but he couldn't help it.

He shook his head, ridding himself of the thought as he finally made it to the bathroom. Killua headed to the sink, crouching down and opening the cabinet door. He couldn't find the ointment that Mito had told him about, and was only met with cleaning bottles of all sorts.