Let The Pieces Fall

I Missed You

"Hello?"

A hesitant greeting escaped Gon's lips. The white-haired boy who stood tentatively by the doorway studied Gon with eyes that had misted over, his expression was a mixture of uncertainty and disbelief. Gon was clueless as to how the stranger knew his name as well as why he appeared so distressed.

Was he the cause of the other's evident sadness? He wasn't sure, but it felt like he was.

After receiving no response, Gon laid the diary on his blanket before crawling to the edge of the bed. His feet landed on the soft carpet before they plodded towards the unexpected guest.

"What's wron-"

Gon got cut off when he felt two arms snake around his waist while a head of fluffy white hair rested on his shoulder. Initially, the stranger's hold was very light, but it became tighter after he noticed that Gon was not pushing him away. Gon did not understand what was happening, but compassion made him return the embrace.

After what felt like minutes, the stranger released his hold so that he could get a full view of Gon. His face still held a look of disbelief. "When you were in the hospital, you were dying. How is it that…" The white-haired boy started as purple eyes darted to Gon's limbs which were visibly unscathed before locking in on his face. "How is it that you are completely healed? When I last saw you, your whole body was bandaged up and I thought you were going to…" The stranger fell silent as he shook away the unpleasant thought.

"I don't know," Gon sheepishly admitted. "I somehow ended up in the hospital and once I walked outside, a man named Hisoka appeared," the boy stated as he placed his index finger on his chin in recollection. "He helped me get back home, but!" Gon vocalized as he rubbed the area where Hisoka sent him flying. "When I first saw him, he punched me! I'm not sure what that was all about," he pouted.

The stranger's eyes narrowed at Gon's word choice.

"A man named Hisoka?" the white-haired boy echoed which was soon answered with a small nod from Gon. "Meaning… you don't remember Hisoka before you were in the hospital?" The stranger carefully spoke as though a feeling of unease washed over him.

Gon nodded once more.

"Do you…remember me?" The white-haired boy uttered.

The stranger tried to put on a neutral expression, but his eyes betrayed him as it was filled with tension. Gon was torn between telling the truth or lying. He did not want to break the other's heart even though they just met. Even so, if he did lie, he probably could not fool the other.

So he told the truth.

"I…don't."

The stranger's face fell.

"B-but I want to!" Gon quickly spat out as he leaned towards the white-haired boy. "I feel like we were really close," He voiced sincerely. A lightbulb soon went off in his head. "Wait, hold on," Gon spoke before he hurried to his bed to pick his diary up from the blanket. The raven-haired boy opened the book up and thumbed through a few pages as he slowly walked back to the stranger. Curious stares were given by the guest. Gon's eyes soon traveled to the person in front of him. "Is your name… Killua?" He questioned hesitantly.

"…Yes," Killua answered.

"Killua, will you help me get my memory back?" Gon asked hopefully.

Killua's bangs casted a shadow over his eyes which made it difficult for the other boy to discern what Killua was feeling or thinking. Gon's feet became restless as he waited for the other's reply. He became dejected from Killua's lack of response until a small "tch" escaped from the other's lips as though Gon asked a dumb question. Killua looked at Gon with newfound vigor. "Of course baka! And when we get your memory back I'm going to beat you up for making me worry you were dead,"  Killua declared as he shoved his hands into his pockets with a "hmph!"