Otherworldly || A Killugon/Killua x Gon Fanfic!

Chapter Five: Splash x Splash x Killua!

— Gon's POV —

As the hot shower water patters against my skin, I can't stop thinking of what Killua had said:

"I'm an assassin, Gon. I come from a large, well-known family of assassins. I'm being raised to be the best-of-the-best, so I've endured torture methods that most can't even fathom for ages, and I've... killed people."

"Longest I can remember is five-years-old."

At least twelve years of torture and training to do something that he doesn't want to do?

I can barely imagine lasting one year of it.

"I'm planning on moving out very shortly so I can quit the family business and just live my life."

I sigh as I massage the shampoo into my hair, the steam puffing all around me.

He wants to change though, I remind myself, he won't hurt me.

Right?

I start to clean my entire body (which felt amazing by the way) and finish up my shower. I quickly step out, dry myself off, and dry my hair. I decided to just leave it down instead of spiking it up like I usually did.

And then I realized I didn't have anything else to wear.

Darn...

I slowly crack the bathroom door open, and I cringe as it creaks loudly. I poke my head out into the room.

"Killua?" I call out quietly. I heard the bed squeak and stir, and footsteps. Killua's right in front of me now. I yelp and shut the door, not wanting to expose my bare body, face burning.

He's shirtless. Great.

I feel myself blush as I remember the sight of his bare chest.

What's wrong with me? I wonder in bewilderment, shaking my head.

"Uh, you need something?" Killua asked.

"Um.. clothes," I say briskly. I hear him walk away for a moment and hear the unzipping of a bag, along with other rustling. He's back in front of the door in merely moments.

"You need to open the door for me to give them to you," Killua pointed out. "We're both guys. It doesn't matter."

"R-Right," I stammer, cracking the door open again.

And he just stares at me.

From my eyes down to my exposed collarbone.

"Well?" I squeak out before he can keep looking, undoubtedly blushing now, and he just blinks, as if he didn't realize that he was staring.

"Here," he mumbles, extending his arm out to me with the outfit in hand. It looked comfortable enough to sleep in. I quickly snatch the outfit from him and shut the door. I slip into the clothes, which I found to be rather big on me, and walk out of the bathroom after turning off the lights for it. I see Killua sitting down on the edge of the bed, twiddling his thumbs.

"You could of already went to bed," I told him softly, and he just smiled sheepishly at the floor.

He shrugged while looking up at me. "I wanted to know which side you wanted."

I smile at him gratefully before ruffling his hair and asked, "how much thought did you put into that?"

"A little more than the average person," he replies before chuckling.