Chapter 7: Argument

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(Killua's p.o.v)

I was outside training with Bisky, more like getting my butt kicked by Bisky, she laughed as I attempted to get up but fell instead. "C'mon Killua! I thought you were strong!" she yelled taunting me, I stumbled to my feet and wiped my mouth free of blood, "Are you gonna talk all day or actually do something?" I said getting back into my fighting stance,

Bisky gritted her teeth and charged at me, I felt eyes on use I knew instantly it was Gon, and from time to time I heard Kurapika or Leorio yell "Gon! Focus!" and he would follow with, "Sorry!" I could tell he was on edge because my fight with Bisky wasn't hand to hand combat.

Once your weapon got knocked out of your hand it's gone, my weapon was knocked out of my hand the first five minutes into the fight.

Bisky had charged at me with her weapon in her hands, I was ready to dodge but then she did the same thing I did to Kurapika, what the?! I took me years to perfect that and she learned it in just a day! I thought.

Luckily my father Silva was the one that made the move so it wasn't hard for me to pick out which on was her, I did a backflip to get behind her illusion and grabbed the back of her shirt.
Bisky turned quickly and bent my arm not breaking it but damaging it severely, I yelled out in pain dropping to my knees while holding my arm, Gon came running from the stands.

"Okay I think that's enough, now we know he's strong but not stronger than you." Bisky glared at him, "Since when do you call shots Gon? Your still in training, besides I only fractured it. He can still fight." Gon was angered by this, "You only want to fight him because you hate him!" my eyes widen and I stare at the boy.

I haven't seen him this angry in a while, the rest of the soldiers seemed to think the same thing because their training had completely stopped and they were staring at the three of us mainly Gon.

"Can you blame me for doing so? He is the son of Silva Zoldyck, the most wanted gang member in the world! The Zoldyck family aren't just gang members either, their also involved with the mafia, assassins, and mass murders! So Killua here was trained to be all of these things!" Gon looked at me with a slight face of surprise,

"Seems your research wasn't very good Gon." I looked at the floor and Gon faced Bisky again, "Seems like it, but why research when the real thing is right here? Besides you can't trust everything you read on the internet general Bisky." Gon grabbed my good arm and dragged me back inside.

"Gon..." he didn't respond and continued walking, when we were in a quiet hallway Gon pinned me to the wall, "I want to hear the truth Killua, who are you?" I sighed and looked at the floor, "I'm Killua Zoldyck, son of the most wanted gang member in the world, Silva Zoldyck. That's all I can tell you."

Gon gritted his teeth and grabbed a fist full of my shirt, "I'm not playing Killua! From what Bisky just told me you deserve to be hung! O-or shot or something! Your a criminal! No not even, your a murder!"
"Your right Gon, I've killed many people. I've also stolen a lot of things, now that you know this," I looked up at him, "Kill me..." his eyes widened and he released my shirt.

"What's wrong? I thought I deserved to be hung or shot, why do you hesitate?!"

(Gon's p.o.v)

What the hell is he thinking? He actually expects me to kill him?! After everything that happened in the last two days?!

"I-I..." Killua didn't like my response and he grabbed my gun out of the holster on my hip, he pointed it to his chest and took my hand forcing me to hold it, "Go ahead Gon, rid everyone here of the mass murdering, mafia involved assassin."

I couldn't do it, my hand shook and I stared into his cerulean eyes then back at the gun, "I-I....I can't..." Killua let go of the gun and started to walk away with his hands in his pockets, "Pity I actually wanted to die, you would've spared me from the huge ass whooping my father will give me. Oh well..." I watched as he walked away, a single tear running down my cheek.

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