Before he knew it, Killua had gone halfway across the eastern half of the Pacific Ocean; searching island to island, boat to boat; until his visors caught something that didn't detect natural body heat.
His core data, knowing previous information of this subject; was instinctively to go after it.
As he lands on the boat, catching terrifying stares from the passengers as they all know of his existence; he brushes it all of as none of them were his prey..
Gon, sitting in the lower deck area, unaware of the currents evens that might take place...
Killua opens the door leading to a corridor with room along the sides, but which one with his target...
Killua begins to scan rooms until he finds the room with... Gon...
As Killua darts to the room, the last one to the left, he sneaks in, undetected before grabbing Gons cold, steel throat piece and dragging him viciously outside the boat before bolting to the nearest island.
"I want answers."
"I...."
Gon, unsure how to respond and process all of what had just happened. Stuck within his own confusion.
"I said I want answers."
"I am.. Unsure of..."
"Must I repeat once more?"
"Well.. I.."
"The answer is no. I wasn't giving you an option. Now tell me or you and your creator will suffer great consequences."
"Wha- I- you can't- I-!"
Gon was baffled at this other dare he proceeded, other robots... Behaviour. He was stuck, in a jumble of cords of what felt had been strangling as the data processing felt too much for his core as he felt on the brink of rebooting.
"If you even dare to not answer within the next 5 seconds, I will have no choice."
"What answers do you want!?"
"All."
"I still don't understand! I-!"
"What part of answers don't you understand. Do you require me to spell it out to you?"
"I think.. So.."
"Alright, the countdown begins now, although with the timer starting 2 seconds ago, my explanation will take up your time. Leaving this while mission pointless as I will be killing you both-"
Before Killua could finish his sentance, the thought of him killing Mito was enough to trigger Gon to resort to violence. Although it did not get him very far as it only left a dirt print on Killuas cheek panel.
"Now, give me answers now. I don't have time for this."
"Take your words back! You're a disgrace to robots! We were built to help our creators! Not to destroy others!"
"I am helping my creators, however, I suppose it does conflict with your rule of not hurting others. It's simply what I was built for. Maybe not you but me."
"Then.. Let me teach you the other way. You don't have to do this.."
"...*slight chuckle*... You actually think I have a choice... They can hear us now as we speak. They watch everything we do... If I rebel their orders for even a second, they send a deadly virus to my core; killing me instantly...-"
"But-!"
"If you're going to say you're worried about me, forget it, erase that folder of me. They can built another "me", whenever they desire... I am simply a test run. I have no power or control."
"I can give you that power if you just take my hand and trust me.."
Killua... Now processing these thoughts of emotions, bubbling inside of him, he was unsure how to "feel", as he had never thought of this concept.
He was used to the same old lines of code. To kill.
As he was slowly about to take Gons hand, he instantly jerked back viciously as he "felt" this sharp pain in his hand as his creators had sent over 5,000,000 volts more than what he was used to training to as punishment.
Killua, now with a smoking and sizzling hand as small bolts of electrics would jump out occasionally; as he lay there on the ground, grasping his hand, he felt another "touch" slowly gravitate itself to his shoulder.
He knew who it was...
"Please.... What is your name?"
"I-!"
But before Killua could respond, he felt the same sharp pain in his throat, cutting off his ability to speak.
He no longer wanted to kill Gon..
But..
Wanted to almost..
What they call "befriend" him..
But before he could process that, the words of his "father" echoed through his head
"Assassins and robots don't need friends, nor are they required at any point in their "lifetime"..."
But Killua... Now having this strong urge to push through the limits..
Break his chains..
Finally be free..
He felt himself being forced into manual, as he knew who was about to control him now..
"Killua" slowly arose from the ground and had sent his claws out, ready to kill..
「father please..」
【do not give me such an unnecessary title. I'm doing this for the family. Do you wish to not be useful?】
"Please, if you must kill me.. At least spare my creator.. For they have done nothing wrong.. If you wish to feel these emotions toward me such as anger then so be it... I won't stop you.."
Gon, now kneeling down with his head lowered, ready to accept defeat.. Killua, still having "consciousness", was begging and pleading for his father figure to spare Gon.... But at what cost?
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FanficGon, a rusty, recyclable, complete friendly robot. Built on the small island of Whale island, is on a mission to find others of his kind, will he be successful? Killua, a state of the art robot, built with only the newest of materials, built for kil...