Forget Me Not

Chapter 4

 They were sitting in a private room on an airship. The soft velvety cushions were trying their best to lull Gon to sleep. The private room was small, Gon having booked it to get some privacy so that he could communicate with his employers better, but it was still lavish. It had one couch and a small twin bed tucked into the corner. There was a bathroom and everything was decorated to look elaborate and expensive.

There was also a desk in the corner that Gon had chosen to use for his business and where he was currently seated, typing away for an email.

His next job was a bit more challenging than what others had been. Not only did it require more traveling — by airship and then by a horse carriage to the center of Pata City, and then another, rented, carriage to the small town known as Deamtail.

Pata and most surrounding towns and villages were totally against magic. Magic was something to be scared of, Gon and many other magic users could acknowledge the fact. There was such a thing as dark magic and it tore away at humanity with a person until it was gone. But the magic was also a good thing, and Gon wanted people to know this.

That being said, he knew he would have to keep it on a down low due to the fact that, as Killua mentioned, they still burned people alive.

Speaking of Killua, he was curled up on the corner of the bed where the sun was shining in and onto his small frame. Gon paused for a moment, having sent an email in response to his employer and waiting for a reply, and turned to look at Killua. He watched the slow rise and fall of Killua's sleeping form and the sprawling swirls of black fur clashing with his pure white fur.

Gon still wasn't sure about Killua, which could've become his new mantra since meeting him. His life and him, in general, was just an enigma. He kept trying to look past it, but what happened last night was nudging his curiosity over the edge and he soon wouldn't be able to hold himself back.

A small ding drew him out of his trance and he swirled around to look back at his emails. He was currently talking about payment, and they both seemed to have come to a consensus that he'd be given a fee of 10 million jennies upfront and then the rest would be paid depending on how well he completed the job — which was talking to the isolated magic-user and helping them to either gain good terms with the town or to relocate. Gon has no idea what the connection is between his employer and the magic-user, but he didn't care. He just wanted to help someone out.

That was one of Gon's main motives for becoming a free-lancer, but it was also because it would help him get stronger. His father was the biggest thing to push him through. He had to thank his father for keeping him motivated, but he couldn't help but resent him for abandoning him to his aunt and never bothering to take the time to meet him. It bothered him a little bit but he also couldn't help himself but wanted to meet his father. Whether that be to see his father in person or so he could give him a solid punch to the face? Either or, Gon would just have to see when he met him.

But, other than that, he didn't know what he was going to do if he ever met his father. He had had this conversation with Killua when they were settling down on the first night on the airship.

~*~

"So, do you have any plans after you find your dad," Killua asked while Gon was drying his hair with a towel.

Gon was caught a little off guard by that question. He hadn't ever thought about what he'd do after, probably because he never thought he'd ever accomplished that goal.

Sheepishly looking at Killua, he sets the towel across his shoulder. "I have really thought about it. I honestly don't know if it'll happen, so I wasn't really looking too far into the future."