Blood of the Children

(1) God Hates Killua/ (2) Circle/ (3) Broken?Broken.

/An: I've been considering coming back to wattpad for a while and I have nothing better to do soooo... here you go lol. Im squishing together the last three chapters that I had posted on ao3 to here to catch everyone back up. The chapters by themselves are pretty short so it only makes since anyway/

He set his lunch tray down at the designated Meruem Hall table. All the Halls had their own long, rectangular table in the cafeteria. He winced as he rolled his shoulder, his fall from the wall during drills messed it up and he could barely get through the rest of it.

Looking up he saw that while no one was making eye contact or stopped eating food, they talked to each other in hushed voices. The loud speaker was blasting one of those meditation playlists on youtube so it was hard to make out anything that anyone was saying if you weren't right next to them.

A smack of plastic on linoleum sounded right next to him. Killua glazed over to find that the boy he had talked to the previous night, Gon, plopped his tray next to his and began digging in.

He didn't laugh, more exhaled sharply, but it earned a glance from Gon nonetheless. A short glance and a smile, and that was it. It was still enough to give Killua butterflies, forbidden butterflies at that.

He couldn't help it, alright? That short, crooked smile and stupid tooth gap would make anyone blush. Right? Okay, maybe he was crushing a bit but sue him, the kid was sweet (even with his stupid spiky hair).

"–what?"

Killua snapped out of his trance and realized he had been staring, a blush raged across his face like a Californian wildfire.

He stammered, racing for a response, "Oh, uh– nothing! You just have some food on your chin," It wasn't exactly a lie, there were a few stray crumbs on his face.

Gon nodded and smiled, "Oh, yeah," he wiped his chin with his napkin. "My aunt always picked on me for being a messy eater," He chuckled.

Lord, why must you tempt me so? He pleaded in his thoughts, because holy crap that laugh could kill him. He just about flatlined when Gon's hand flew out to wipe the corner of his mouth when their Hall Elder looked away.

"You had something too," he explained before promptly going right back to shoving his meal down his throat.

Said wiped-mouth was dropped into the crust of the Earth because why must God hate him so much that He put this fine, fine specimen on Earth AND had the absolute gaul to sit him down next to him?

A hand smacked the back of his head and he heard an Elder's voice ring in his ear, "eat your food, princess," he sneered. Kids around him chuckled at the remark, turning his ears red in shame.

He sat silently eating his grub for the rest of breakfast, praying to God. Asking Him why he was sent to hell early because if Camp Chimera was anything, it was hell. Or maybe it was a certain, unattainable, tan boy sitting next to him, shoving cheap English muffins down his gullet.

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After breakfast, there was Circle. They walked down the hall in single file, the udder silence made his ears ring. When breakfast had ended, Killua asked Kurapika, who sat diagonal to him, what in the world Circle was?

"Oh, it's like group therapy slash youth group. Sorta," He took a sip of his water. "It's hard to explain but you'll get it once we get there."

Well, he thought, he was doomed. The thought of spilling his guts in a group of his peers made him feel nauseous.