What Percent? (KilluGon/GonKillu HxH)

Chapter Nine (Under editing)

Killua's P.O.V

Like always, heat rose to my face. I felt it burn on my cheeks, ears, and heart. It lingered for a while, and for that moment, I was glad to have been in some wanna-be Arctic sea.

Gon shattered the moment, "Lets head back to shore." He prompted. I nodded my head.

"That'd be sooo much better than what's happening right now." I motioned to the freezing sea.

Once we got back to shore, I ran my fingers through my hair, ringing out the water. Shaking the invasive sand out of my shirt and pulling it over my head.

I turned around to see Gon. Locking eyes with mine. I rejected his offer. "What the hell are you looking at?" I asked, beating the sand out of my shoes.

He shrugged his shoulders. "Gosh, I- I just don't know. Must've been that fox, or that..." He kept going too. Finding every excuse in the unofficial book that your parents insist is real.

I raised my voice so he would, hopefully, stop. "S'not a secret or anything! You can calm down!"

He held his chest, "Oh boy, I was thinking I'd have to keep going because you would knock me out if I said the truth aloud."

I smirked. "What were you looking at? Tell me."

He puffed out his cheeks, furrowing his eyebrows. "Over my dead body."

I could have taken him up on that offer too. Instead, I pushed the thought away. "Why're you avoiding my question?" I asked, acknowledging the grin that crept onto my face.

He swung his head in the opposite direction of mine. I slowly made my way towards him. 

***This part will not make sense because it is a part of the unedited version ***

Once again he proved me wrong though, because he leaned into my ear and whispered, "Now I have something to look forward to, but your breath... Is hot, so get off of me," while pushing me away. "Karma's a bitch ain't it." He smirked.

Well, I'll be damned. He used my own truck against me. And yes, Karma is a bitch, even Koro-Sensei thinks so.

"We should go back home now. It's almost lunch time." I nodded my head in agreement, he has a way better internal clock than I do, I trust his time judgement. I walked over to where our clothes were, and got dressed, I didn't bother looking at Gon because I didn't want to get turned on before going back home. Can't let Mito, Grandma, or Alluka see me all worked up.

"Hurry up, slowpoke!" I yelled at him.

"Yeah, yeah," he yelled back, slipping on his boots, "Let's go, C'mon!" He started running so I followed him. I'm now at 24%.

A/N: When you ask your abuelita why she likes "ita" at the end and she says because it makes her feel younger.