A Battlefield Bond

Chapter 24: Contained

The concrete floor was cold and damp from blood; Killua wasn't provided a blanket to keep him warm. All his cell contained was a crappy toilet and a metal bed.

The young boy had already been interrogated, yet he gave them no information; he was trained for this.

Of course Killua was beat because of this, but it was nothing new; his whole life was full of pain.

He was used to this.

Although, it still hurt like hell, and if the torture continued to worsen, Killua wasn't sure how long he could hold on. His training could only get him so far.

Sitting up on his cell floor, Killua was awakened by the sound of footsteps steadily marching through the prison.

It was only the guard who watched over this section of the prison.

Killua could tell that the guard watching over his section wasn't very good at being a guard.

He wasn't very intimidating, taking on the form of an octopus, and he seemed cowardly at times.

Today he walked right past Killua's cell, and tripped, falling right on his face.

Some other guard who were passing through laughed at the octopus, teasing and taunting him before they continued their walk.

"Yo, you really shouldn't let those guys treat you like that." Killua commented, holding the bars of his cell as he watched the octopus guard scramble to his feet.

The guard brushed himself off in a flustered manner, straightening himself out as well. "W-what?! No...they had a right to laugh at my mistake...."

"You seem like a cool guy though, someone who doesn't belong in a place like this." Killua said as he sat criss crossed and rested his chin in his hand.

The guard looked to the cerulean eyed boy, surprised. "You think I'm....cool?"

"Yeah, I can tell you're not fit for this; you're a nice dude. You're not even mad that a prisoner is talking to you."

The guard blushed bashfully, flattered by Killua's compliment. "I'm Ikalgo by the way."

Killua extended his mechanic hand through the bars of his cell, for his good hand was battered in cuts and bruises. "Names Killua, nice to meet you Ikalgo."

The two shook hands, forming a forbidden friendship, and instead of patrolling the cells, Ikalgo sat in front of Killua's cell so they could talk.

"I really need to get out of this place, my best friend Gon is waiting for me back on the Yorbian continent." Killua explained to his new friend, although he heard a new voice coming from the cell directly across from his. "Gon....Gon Freecss?"

Revealing himself from the darkness of his tiny room, the prisoner who was in the opposite cell appeared.

His hair was black and messy; his eyes sharp and caramel brown. The tan skin and face structure he had were also traits that seemed familiar to Killua.

"How do you know his name, and what's your name for that matter!?" Killua demanded, sounding slightly defensive.

"My name is Ging Freecss, and Gon happens to be my son." The new stranger said, sending Killua a smirk.