July 7th - A Gonkillu Fanfiction

The lights from the festival shined brightly along with the beautiful belt of stars, starting from the tip of the lighthouse which was on the far away edge of the island and into a never ending loop.

Killua watched all of that. He watched how the stars' severity faded into the night only to come back once again, dancing their lights beside the full moon, above the whole town. On the other hand, the town was no more different, each light shining through with colourful streaks.

On the other hand the sky was an inky black canvas, with stars twinkling like tiny diamonds strewn across it. The only sounds that could be heard were the distant chirping of crickets and the occasional rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze.

But then Killua saw it.

Suddenly, the tranquillity of the night was shattered by a burst of vivid colours as fireworks exploded into the sky. Bright reds, blues, greens, and yellows painted the darkness, creating an awe-inspiring display that illuminated everything in its path.

Each explosion of light was accompanied by a loud boom that echoed through the air, adding to the excitement of the moment. The colourful explosions seemed to dance against the backdrop of the dark sky, as if each one was performing a beautiful choreographed routine.

Killua realised at that moment that he had never experienced this kind of excitement before.

And this was all thanks to Gon.