Speak of the Devil // COMPLETED ✔

Gon and Hisoka's Dates With Destiny (NOT with each other LET ME BE CLEAR-)

"Nothing you say will upset me."

"He died well. That should please you. No bribe attempts or blubbering. Simply said, 'Please. Please, I need to leave.' It was the 'please' that caught my memory. I asked him what was so important for him. 'True love,' he replied. And then he spoke of a girl of surpassing beauty and faithfulness—I can only assume he meant you."

Killua took popcorn from Gon's bag and tossed it into his mouth. The cool daylight on the screen illuminated Gon's bright face and even brighter eyes as he stared, enraptured, at the screen.

He nearly leant over to whisper something, but the person next to him gave him a glare just for inhaling. He reclined back in his seat.

The entire theater was packed that Friday evening and it was a wonder they managed to snag two seats next to each other. He'd only just been to the theaters a month ago with Alluka, but that film hadn't been nearly as new.

"Can you move at all? "

"You're alive. If you want, I can fly."

"I told you I would always come for you. Why didn't you wait for me?"

"Well, you were dead."

"Death cannot stop true love. All it can do is delay it for a while."

"I will never doubt again."

"There will never be a need."

Killua rolled his eyes but caught a glassy edge to Gon's eyes. It was almost comical if it wasn't so endearing. Killua leant his elbow into the armrest, hand on his chin, and watched the remainder of the movie with a unique interest in Gon's reactions. It was like watching a movie with a kid experiencing cinema for the first time—his laughter was infectious, and he was certain the rest of the theater cackled with him.

As the credits rolled and the lights came back on, Killua and Gon remained in their seats as the theater cleared out and staff swept in to clear the trash on the floor. Gon rubbed at his eyes, sniffing a little.

"That was really good," Gon said. "And you've never seen it before?"

"It came out literally today," Killua said.

Gon laughed, stuffy from crying. "I take it that's a 'no'."

"Here—" He passed Gon the remains of his napkins.

"How are you not sobbing right now."

"I'm used to cinema, I guess. This is your first movie?" Killua asked, and when Gon merely nodded, he said, "Movies are pretty cathartic. Do you feel better after watching it?"

Gon flopped miserably in his chair and said, "I just feel so happy for them ." And then, with more gumption and misery, " Killuaaa... "

Killua laughed. The staff had reached their aisle, so Killua nudged Gon's leg with his foot and urged them both to leave. They gathered their things and Killua thanked the staff as they passed. After brief prompting, Killua convinced Gon to toss his empty popcorn bag and soda in the bin outside the theater.

They stepped out into the night chill and damp asphalt under the theater marquee. The line for the next showing was already being ushered into the lobby as he and Gon lingered a while by The Princess Bride poster,

Gon studied the art and sighed, hands in his pockets. He shivered a little, chin tucked in his scarf. "So that's romance, huh?" he said.

"Kind of," Killua said. "The movies exaggerate it for sure, but it's the most obvious sort of love I could think of to show you."