How to Make Peace with your Demons

Chapter 4: Victorian Houses and a Horny Vampire (very slight nsfw)

/Gon's pov/

Gon didn't know what he was getting into until a week after their meeting and he was attempting to teach Killua English.

It was harder than he had anticipated.

Gon had tried using a pen and paper to teach him, but he wasn't taking it in very well.

He then decided to drive up the road to the Victorian style house. He had driven past it a couple of times on his way to the store and had seen a couple kids playing out front. He thought it might be safe to ask the parents for help.

He had knocked on the door. Nothing.

He knocked again and heard rustling from the other side.

The door creaked open and a pair of striking red eyes looked up at him.

It was a little kid, probably only six or seven. She had tangled, shoulder length ginger hair. Her fangs were poking out from her bottom jaw and curling over her upper lip.

Werewolf, Gon thought.

He heard shuffling from further inside and then a strained, tired voice called out.

As quickly Gon had seen her, she was gone. She ran off into the house leaving the door wide open.

Gon stood in stunned silence. Was that her parent?

It must have been because the next thing Gon knew there was someone else standing in front of him.

They had yellow blonde hair that looked like it was a box dye. His eyes were that same scarlet red that the kid's eyes were. He had a sharp, pointed face and a tight frown.

"Who are you?" He questioned, eyebrow raised.

Gon hesitated. This guy didn't seem like they wanted to chat.

"I uh- I have to teach someone how to speak English a-and I'm having a bit of trouble?" It came out like a question. The werewolf in front of Gon didn't look impressed.

"Okay? Why is it my problem?" They said as they started to close the door.

"Wait- please wait!" Gon said, putting his hand in between the door and the frame. "Please, let me explain."

...

The wolf sighed, "so what you're telling me is that there is a literal demon in your house and you want to teach him English to communicate with him?"

"Yep," Gon replied.

He sat on a hard, wooden chair at a dining table in the center of the house. There were four kids in the house, from he knew. The person he had been speaking to name was Kurapika. He said he lived in this house with his husband, Leorio, also a werewolf but he was out working. They adopted three kids and had one of their own, the ginger.

Kurapika held his head in his hands and sighed once more.

"This is stupid, why do I even get myself involved with this shit," they muttered to themself.

He lifted his head and examined Gon. They shook their head and pointed at him,

"You have got to be out of your mind, kid," he said.

Gon grimaced, "I'm not a kid, I'm one hundred sixty-three for your information."

Kurapika chocked on his water, "163? No."