Words That Were Never Said {HunterxHunter AU}

I'm An Assassin And You're Mafia. What's New?

Killua could barely think of a way to escape when the boy rushed forward, startling other customers in his wake as he leaped over tables and chairs until he made his way to their table.

"What the hell-" Killua started.

But Gon was already blundering on. "I didn't mean to attack you whatsoever that night and your ribs are probably hurt- and I'm- I'm sorry I acted impulsively and tried to hurt you I swear, I swear, Killua, I would never hurt a friend. If you don't forgive me, I understand. You have every right to hate-"

"Whoa, whoa, what's going on?" Komugi interrupted, clearly realising she was missing something.

Killua cleared his throat awkwardly. He gestured to the seat opposite him for Gon to sit, but the blundering idiot sat down beside him. Killua fought back a twitch.

"Sorry, Komugi, I haven't introduced," Killua said, now more flustered for reasons he did not understand. "Uhm, Gon, this is Komugi. Komugi, Gon."

The tense muscles in Komugi relaxed. Then she stiffened again. “Wait. As in, Gon Freecss, your-”

“Friend!” Killua quickly cut in, chuckling anxiously.

Thank god, Gon didn’t seem to notice anything suspicious. “You’ve heard about me?”

“Yeah,” Komugi smiled. “It’s hard not to. Killua talks about you all the time.”

Killua gritted his teeth. Komugi was hinting about the life Killua once had with his best buddy Gon, and to hint it so not subtly like that - it was a dangerous move.

“Any- anyway,” Killua stuttered hurriedly. Why was he stuttering? “I...it’s my fault, Gon. You shouldn’t apologise for beating me up. I really deserved it.”

“Hey hey,” Komugi pouted. “Are you guys just gonna leave me out of this? I need the context!”

Killua chuckled as Gon blinked. “Ah, sorry, Komugi. I’ll come back to you later in a while, yeah?”

Komugi huffed as she stood up. Though, Killua noticed her fighting down a smile, like she was happy to give both of them time together. “Meanie.”

When Komugi had finally walked out of earshot, Gon looked with hurt in his eyes at Killua. “That was a bit mean, Killua. I mean, there’s nothing we’re hiding, right?”

A lump seemed to form in his throat as he lied, “No, of course not. We’re friends. But she could wait. I always come here, after all. She has plenty of time to catch up.”

Gon nodded, then gazed at Killua’s hot chocolate, out at the street, then the counter at the opposite side of the shop. Killua knew what was happening. Gon was feeling nervous.

“Alright,” Killua sighed. “I suppose I should fill you in.”

This time, when Gon met his gaze, his usually bright hazel eyes seemed more like a cornered animal’s. Killua’s heart twinged at the discomfort and fear he was causing his friend.

“I was hired to assassinate you by one of my family members,” Killua said casually, like he was merely stating the weather. “A test, I suppose. To see if I’m worthy of being head of the family.”

“The Zoldycks?” Gon asked, awe shining in his eyes. A reaction...Killua was not accustomed to. But then again, the first time Killua had told Gon his parents were assassins, he had curiously inquired, ‘Both of them?’

“Yep,” Killua said, sipping his hot chocolate, then letting out a soothing exhale. “I honestly have been under them for so long, I lost track of things. But I remember now. My objective.”