Speak of the Devil // COMPLETED ✔

Existential Crises, Group Projects, And Hisoka Has A New Goal

a/n: I'VE ATTACHED THE SONG I'VE BEEN LISTENING TO THAT INSPIRED THIS FIC.

I really wanted something super specific to happen in this fic but I would have had to alter a lot to the pacing to make it work but BASICALLY imagine if Gon and Killua got like SUPER into drugs I'm talking heroine/cocaine/etc but they're getting it all for free and Killua isn't questioning it until he tries to get some without Gon and SHIT GOES DOWN. BECAUSE GON ISN'T SKILLED ENOUGH to have his influence impact people he personally hasn't talk to (i.e. Machi) so basically Killua takes the fall for all these drugs that just haven't been paid for and now the dealer's supply guy is AFTER HIM. SEE??? THAT'S LIKE A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT FIC. BUT WOULDN'T THAT BE WILD??? 

Like, if I went wild and made this fic ACTUALLY mature, that'd be the kind of plot I'd go with. But I'm determined to keep the vibes civil. Anyway back to the fic HAHAHHA

The highlight of Sunday involved Grandpa's TA visiting. His grandfather had shooed everyone away from the kitchen and dining room near the TA's arrival, though Killua was permitted to observe. Gon ushered Killua down the stairs and into the hall with an encouraging thumbs up and said, "You should meet him! He's really nice, and his hair is white like yours!"

Killua rolled his eyes. He glanced up beyond the balcony railing to where Hisoka stood, arms crossed over the banister. He gave a slow, elegant wave of his hand as Killua glared and passed beneath the balustrade to head to the kitchen.

His grandfather had tea out and was just pouring a cup when Killua entered and was immediately interrupted by a knock at the patio.

"It's open," his grandfather said, and the TA let himself in. "Killua, this is Kite. Kite, my grandson Killua. He's in the English department."

"Oh. Nice to meet you, Killua," the TA said, reaching a hand across the table.

Killua gave him a half-hearted shake. "Likewise," he said, though he truly didn't care. He'd met a number of his grandfather's TAs over the years, especially during any time that overlapped the school year, and he sometimes found them all loitering in his grandfather's library when he wasn't even home. Other times were spent coaxing his grandfather out of the house and to some downtown bar for a smoke.

He always thought it odd that half of his grandfather's TAs had keys to his house, or that his grandfather left the door unlocked. One time he'd busted them for smoking weed in the library while grandfather was at a board meeting, and they paid him five bucks to not say anything. The smell did all the talking anyway when his grandfather returned that night.

Kite looked like the type of guy to do that right up until the moment he said something. He was soft-spoken and nerdy, and wore bottle cap wire glasses that made his eyes the size of the moon. Though his hair was long like a hippie, his outfit was conservative like the sticklers in Killua dealt with in the English department.

Gon's right, Killua thought as Kite laughed at something his grandfather said, he is pretty endearing.

Kite pulled the papers from his satchel and said, "Here's the material for the new student. It sounds like you've met him already."

"I have. I'll just be a moment—you two keep talking," his grandfather said, and before Killua could complain, he was gone and shuffling up the stairs.

Killua turned, painfully, back to Kite.

It felt like it'd been a decade since Killua spoke to anyone outside of his grandfather's house. He started to sweat. He was so in tune now with the sound of Illumi being sick that he wondered if Kite could hear it through the vents.