Memories x and x Reunion

Memories

Sun beginning to set; slight breeze drifting in my direction, blowing my silver bangs away from my brow as I gaze towards the ocean, watching the waves crash along the golden shore and my eyes grow distant, recalling a far off memory in my conscious.

"Hey, Killua! Let's go swimming!"

"I didn't bring my swim trunks."

"Awwwww, come on Killua! Let's just go in our clothes!"

"Oi, Gon! Put me down!"

SPLASH!

"Haha, Killua! You're wet."

"No shit, moron! You threw me in the water!"

A saddened look crosses my features then and I turn away, my bangs falling down over my face again, obscuring my eyes as I continued to trudge on to the place I called home. A small apartment by aforementioned ocean. It wasn't too expensive despite the location, but I was a Hunter, so nothing was considered expensive really in my case.

I practically scoff as this notion crosses my mind. Money can't buy happiness Killua.

Though I'm sure my brother Illumi would love to share his insight on that.

"Happiness is a waste of energy dwelling about. You should be more conservative with your time, Killu. Like how to be a proper heir to the family business."

A growl practically escapes me as I run his words through my mind. He's honestly so pompous these days, it's infuriating. I can barely stand to talk to him on the phone now, let alone, be in his presence. I'm pretty sure his fiancé, Hisoka, has something to do with his behavior. I never thought my brother would be swayed by that deranged clown. But I suppose they suit each other well. One was pompous, the other perverted, yet they are both equally psychotic.

It's a match made in heaven I'd say.

Which is more then I can say for myself. How my manipulative brother got a significant other before I did, I will never know. But I suppose it's because I'm intimidating and don't really play well with others.

Except one.

My brows furrow as a certain someone crosses my thoughts then.

Gon.

My best friend.

Were we still best friends? We did promise we would be, no matter where we were. But it's been four years since we've last seen each other.

Four years....

Has it really been that long? I was eighteen now, meaning I was fourteen when we had last seen each other. I wonder how he looked now...

Not that it mattered. He was still my best friend, but...

Something clenches at my heart. I realize it's my hand that came up to grasp at my chest, nails digging into my skin through the fabric of my shirt, but I hardly felt it. I was becoming numb. Why did this have to happen again, at a time like this? It was as if thoughts of Gon were poison to my heart.

For the past year, Gon frequented my conscious. He always had, but it grew more intense this past year and I can't explain it. But then, I suddenly remember why and palpitations begin to wrack my body as I recalled another memory from that beach.