Departure [a Killugon story]

◇I remember you [Chapter 3]◇

okokok before we start I'm gonna add a oc in this she/he doesn't have a gender but they prefer to be called a he and he goes by Yuna/Aaron (if you seen my watt pad before I went crazy on fanfiction you'll understand that my name is Yuna and I don't like being called female anyways sorry let's continue)

                                                           [Yuna/Aaron]
I get to York new city and I look very closely and see a white haired male. 'Is that Killua?' I slowly walk up to him. "Killua?" "AARON IS THAT YOU?" He jumps at me and gives me a tight hug, of course I hug him back. "Where's Gonni?" I ask. Killua makes a small frown on his face. "He went with Ging...". "ah I see, we should go say hi to him then. I can always message him!" "My phone broke so I can't message him and I didn't write down his number." Says killua "o, well I have a phone, I think I have his number." I pull out my Samsung s5 and go threw my contacts and I see the name 'Gon'. "Got it, so how bout you talk to Gon first" "Alright" says killua. We dial the number and he immediately answers "HI Aaron"  "Gon, it's me Killua" "HI killua what's up?" "Gon, I really miss you.. please come back." "AWW Killua I missed you too. Where are ya?" "Yorknew City" "OI I am too come to the park". He hangs up. I sit there dumbfounded like boy.

We wait 10 minutes and me and killua are sitting on the bench in the park. "Killua you oki mate?" I say to kil "Yeah I'm fine" he leans his head on my shoulder. We see him running to us.. "AARON, KILLUA!" " hiya Gon" we all go in for a group hug.
TO BE CONTINUED.

Sorry I made this story alot shorter than usual but I wanna explain what Aaron looks like

Name:Yuna Marie Bryne Aaron Anthony Riviera, 2 names 
Age:12
personality:kinda like a mom/dad but can get hot headed and depressed
Height: 4,11
Very thin
Describing the way he looks. it kinda looks like the cover photo I'll go look on Google for another one xD

okokok that isn't mine so rights go to the owner. I can't draw so I can't make my own. (12 year Olds look like this now days surprisingly)