Oh My God, They Were Roommates

[ 6 ] Killer King

That night after working, Killua tucked his hair into a baseball cap and waited at the back door of the club for his Uber to swing around and fetch him. Beside him, Kurapika just remembered his earrings and stood alongside him, plucking them off with one too many sighs.

"What," Killua huffed.

"Nothing."

"What are you waiting for then?"

"Oh, just for you to ask for a ride," Kurapika said.

Killua rolled his eyes. "I'm not asking for a ride when I've already ordered an Uber."

"Just let me drive you to your apartment."

"So you can know where I live? No thank you," Killua said, but more accurately, he didn't want Kurapika to find out what his apartment number was. His flat had a window on the street and Kurapika would no doubt wait for him to turn on his light. In doing so, it inadvertantly gave Kurapika permission to hunt his apartment down via sneaking in through the locked front door behind another tenant.

It wasn't that Kurapika knowing about his roommate situation bothered him—it certainly wasn't that. It was simply a matter of knowing that Kurapika was in the market for an apartment of his own, and there was only so much Killua knew he could deal with. Kurapika's unresolved sexual tension with the club owner was one of them, and Killua hoped he'd sort it out after living with the guy. Maybe being roommates would stamp out Kurapika's horniness for the guy.

I'm glad I don't have to worry about that, Killua thought with a slight grimace, thinking about his own roommate. Sure, Gon was cute, but...

"I don't see why I can't bum at your place once in a while," Kurapika sighed once again, dramatic and annoyed.

"I've—literally only been moved in for three days."

"Three days I coulda been bumming at yours."

Killua rolled his eyes. His mind was spiraling around Freecss, though, and his need to scream about it mounted with each passing minute of the day. An entire two-and-a-half days had gone by in silence, and it was all he could do to keep from ripping his hair out from the immense, unfathomable frustration of having been duped on his first lease ever.

"You... can't bum at mine," Killua huffed, brow tense. He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Because... I..."

His phone pinged—his driver was here.

Oh, thank God, he thought, mortified. There was no way for Kurapika to know where he lived (unless Kurapika stalked him), and so there was no way that Kurapika would appear unannounced and out his employment status to Freecss. He imagined a scenario in which Kurapika showed up, unannounced, and Gon was forced to hide in the bedroom while Kurapika yodeled in the kitchen about a client of theirs, and Killua would have to sit there knowing that Gon was listening to every fucking word—

No, stop thinking about it, Killua thought, stuffing his phone into his pocket.

"Well, I'm leaving," he declared.

"Wait, no, what were you gonna say, you whore," Kurapika demanded, trying to grab Killua by the jacket. Killua wrestled out of Kurapika's grasp, slamming his shoulder into the door and heaving it open. He took off at a half-sprint as Kurapika followed him out. The only thing Kurapika was waiting for in there was Killua, anyway.

Kurapika harrassed him all the way to the Uber out on the street, who looked alarmed as Killua swung open the door, being fully attacked and kicked by Kurapika. He asked his driver for his name, and when the two matched up, Killua slid in with a sigh and went to close the door.