Gonkillu Oneshots!

Happiness

Originally posted on ao3! 2/28/2023!

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He's happy. He doesn't remember the last time he was ever this happy. It's been years. He hasn't been this happy since his father gave him chocorobots for his birthday when he was five.

He was in pain then too. The pain that makes him want to curl up.

The giddy feeling won't stop. His father talked to him and let him go, and now, he gets to spend time with Gon.

The pain is a fuzzy afterthought until he crashes.

His legs won't work. It hurts, but he's always been taught to get back up.

But it hurts...

His thoughts form monsters that surround him, and they're all glaring and pointing fingers and baring their teeth.

"Killua!"

Gon comes swinging in with his sword to save him.

He's on one knee, holding out a hand for Killua to take, and Killua stares with big doe eyes, his heart racing and fluttering.

Gon's like his knight... not that he could ever tell the idiot out loud...

He takes Gon's hand carefully.

"Are you okay? Do you need something to eat or drink?"

Gon stands up slowly, and Killua tries as Gon uses his strength to pull him up, but pain shoots right down his spine, and he yelps, his nose colliding with Gon's chest.

The pain is a subtle throb in comparison, and he can feel Gon's arms as he sinks back to the floor.

Everything is ringing in his ears...

Gon scoops him up, a strong arm under his knees, one gentle but firm on his shoulders. It rubs the fabric of his shirt against his wounds, irritating them, but Gon's so warm... he doesn't mind.

Gon might be panicking, but Killua's not. For the first time ever, he feels safe. He feels safe in his knight's arms.

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The company Gon keeps is as dumb as him. The biting cold hits his arms, and he shivers; only the adrenaline rush from annoyance keeps him warm.

Kurapika's an idiotttt!

Well, whatever!

Killua's tired. He just wants to go back to the hotel and wrap his wounds, and sleep. Blood clings to his pale skin, dripping down and soaking the edges of his shoes, dyeing the white outline pink.

Maybe...take...a...warm...bath....

The city lights are so bright...

"Killua."

He can feel Gon's gaze on him.

Was he still mad about that...?

Killua gets it! He'll never mess up again!

Never make it obvious he's fragile...

He storms past Gon, blinking back tears.

He can't keep this up much longer. He huffs at Leorio for being a drunken idiot, but everything is building. He's hurt.

He goes to get a drink from the vending machine, holding the warm coffee in his hands, sniffing.

Killua doesn't even really like coffee, but he just needs something warm. Holding a canned coffee like a plush...