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Above the dark clouds, a lone figure draped a dainty arm along the top of a cloud as he dipped his fingers in the vapors, swirling it around until he became bored. There's nothing to do when you’re the only one still alive on the moon.
“How does one save oneself from boredom?” He asked the fluff which upon being graced by his touch turned into a creature with floppy ears and a poofy little tail. The familiar made of clouds bounced around him, unknowingly making the lonely god’s firm lips twitch in amusement. He decided to call it a “Bunny.” His days were short, but his nights grew on for far too long. Sometimes he wished that there wouldn’t be night at all. He would watch the illuminated planet called “Earth” from the railing’s edge of the hidden kingdom in the sky, his silver lined throne produced from shimmering moonstones and gold forever vacant and cold.
He let the little creature bounce around and when it decided to bounce away from his reach, he felt a twinge in his chest. And yet he allowed it to leave, at least the creature could live away from this forsaken kingdom.
Oh, how he wished he could venture to the mortal realm, to see the intriguing fragrant plants with colorful buds and meanings for himself. It’s the only dream he held onto after countless centuries of isolation. When he was young, he found a slightly wrinkled scroll deep in a chest. On it was the different varieties of these plants called “flowers” from his older brother Milluki who was knowledgeable in all things human from his countless visits. Each flower had a different color, a different shape of the petals, the leaves, even the scent would vary. The most intriguing thing of all was the different meanings. Some could mean patience, friendship, and even watchfulness.
Scroll after scroll, he would learn more about these flowers, soaking up the information to entertain his lonely self, the image of them were burnt into his mind. Even now he could still recall each and every type by memory.
“Milluki,” Killua called.
A thick deity clad in a robe of black silk woven by the most renowned worms in the Valley of the God’s stood frozen as the familiar voice commanded him. “Yes, what is it Killua-kami?” Milluki turned around, his round stomach and plump face a stark contrast to Killua’s high cheekbones and muscled abdomen. Although Milluki was the older deity, Killua outranked him as the God of the Moon since Milluki was only a mere traveler of the two worlds.
“Have you found more literature of these flowers since your last visit to the mortal realm?” He asked, glancing at the scrolls under his brother’s arm, noticing a black item that he never saw before. “What is that fascinating object you have there, Milluki?”
Milluki gulped, holding the object behind his body, obscured from Killua’s keen eyes. “This?” He lifted the scrolls, “Just some things Illumi-kami asked me to retrieve.”
At the mention of their eldest brother, Killua visibly showed disgust as it flitted across his pale features for only a fraction of a second. However to high beings such as themselves, it was as though time moved in slow motion, long enough for Milluki’s brain to register everything from the small tilt of Killua’s lips to the way his nails suddenly grew in length as it dug into his porcelain skin. Even the short, quiet inhale of breath that filled his anxious lungs did not go unnoticed.
“Fine,” Killua turned, his long glittering robe made of starlight and material woven of the same properties of dark matter flowed behind him, hovering above the ground. “Oh and Milluki…?”
“Yes?” The deity asked hesitantly. He swallowed the sigh of relief he had almost allowed to escape.
The end of Killua’s robe transformed into a black gas and solidified to form a spike which pointed at Milluki’s neck, yet the god did not turn around to see the small widening of his brother’s eyes. “Next time you lie to me, I will not be as forgiving,” he let a hint of his bottled up murderous intent slip out, freezing his brother further.
Milluki tilted his head a little; his eyes closed so as to not show how he seethed inside, “Yes Killua-kami,” he said, tight lipped. When the sound of the prideful steps faded in the distance, he finally glared at the path his brother left in the open sky, one day he would get the long deserved revenge he had been waiting centuries for.
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For what appeared to be days, the black object tucked under his brother’s arm wouldn’t leave his thoughts. Although he thought it was covered in black, the short sides were full of a tan square with lines in it. Perhaps the black layer was just a cover, but what would be hidden within such an unusual thing?
His constant need to understand how things work was the root of his boredom. Gods such as himself are expected to sit in a throne with bustling servants and fulfill their duties, but Killua long forsook such old traditions. It wasn’t long before he found himself lurking above Milluki’s kingdom, not as large as his own, but adequate. He used his divine powers to create a large dark wolf made of clouds that thundered quietly as it waited for directions.
“Sniff out the object that I so desire,” he ordered. It took his creation only seconds for it to retrieve the item.
He rode the huge being back to the moon where he erected barriers so that when his brother realized his mistake, he could not intrude. “Such odd textures…” He mumbled as he stroked the interesting thing. He sat on top of the roof of his castle, the view otherworldly as the countless galaxies were practically within arm’s reach. The cover felt rough and yet smooth at the same time, possibly a skin of a living being. “Ah, perhaps it was this ‘leather’ Milluki rambled on about a long time ago,” he mumbled to himself. What an interesting creation.
Killua inspected the object from all sides, gazing at the detail since it was clearly manmade. His curiosity overtook his reasonable side and he finally opened it. A small gasp escaped his lips when he turned the cover and it revealed a tan paper with ink scribbled on it to form words. It was a language different than that of the gods, but gratefully he could read any and all languages with ease. He hesitantly turned the pages from the bottom right corner, careful not to bend such an interesting artifact. The thing he now understood was a “book” which is a new way to keep important information unlike their scrolls. Just when did humans advance so much? How long has it been since he last counted the Earth’s orbit around the sun? What else has his brother been hiding from him?
As he expected, Milluki banged on the barrier’s entrance a while later, his face red with anger. “Killua! Return my possession this instant!”
In a veil of smoke, Killua drifted in front of him. He stayed silent for a second until he saw his brother’s mouth open once again, “Do you mean this possession?” When he saw his brother’s mouth open and close like a fish out of water, he continued. “The possession that you obviously tried to hide from me all these years…? How many deities know that humanity has advanced to the point that they have created inventions even us gods do not have?”
In his fit of anger, Milluki had forgotten how cunning his brother is, “Well I—”
“What else are you hiding from me Milluki?” He walked closer to Milluki’s face; the only thing protecting him from his rage was the barrier that only he had the power to control. “Tell me, now.”
“Illumi-kami believes that if you become too curious about the mortal realm, that you will venture there without permission and the Moon will be unprotected.”
Killua blinked at his detailed response, finding it a little odd but smirked. “Well Illumi is right; I do want to venture down there now.” He turned around, his new familiar appearing in his spot as it growled at his brother.
“Do not tell me that you have been creating these…things again!? You know how Illumi-kami will feel when he finds out.”
“Illumi will not hear a word about this as long as a pesky little rodent stays silent,” Killua glared at him, his nails growing into sharp points, perfect to kill a god with.
Milluki huffed and crossed his arms, waiting until Killua was out of sight to finally return to the main kingdom where the rest of the Zoldyck gods await.
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As Milluki predicted, the urge to visit the mortal realm was became harder to ignore as each day passed. His divine beasts were no longer entertaining so he let them loose, where they went was of no importance as long as they don’t do anything wrong. He missed them constantly, but any place is better than being stuck with him.
One day, he finally gave into his curiosity. He leaned too far over the railing of his kingdom, and for once he allowed himself to fall. Well, rather than fall, he floated down through space and into Earth’s stratosphere, normally if an object were to do such a thing; it would catch on fire and kill many who are unlucky enough to be near. He yawned and crossed his legs as he sat on a fluffy cloud, a way to disguise himself and yet still be able to view the humans from up close. Sadly, his powers were limited to the Moon so he could only visit during the night time. Daytime is a whole other world that he would never get to experience so long as he’s the God of the Moon.
If there was one thing he was jealous over his siblings was just that, the ability to go wherever they please. If he ever dares to visit during the day, his body will suddenly go “Poof” and return to the sky. If he ever lingers for even longer, he will turn into vapors and disappear forever.
As he floated down, Killua noticed a plot of land in the middle of a great blue sea, he didn’t know what came over him, but he felt compelled to get a closer look. It turned out the island wasn’t as small as he initially thought and soon he could see rows and rows of something. A small excited smile graced his lips at the thought, was it what he had dreamed about for years?
All the homes on the island were dark, as though all of them were asleep, but he didn’t care. What he cared about was the chance to see flowers with his own two eyes, magical living organisms that come and go with the seasons. Perhaps if he learns more about flowers, he can learn about the mysterious beings called humans as well.
Without thinking, Killua hovered above the flowers, so close that he could smell the floral scent, but he wanted a stronger memory of them to last him forever. However just when his feet hovered slightly above the dirt, he noticed a little ball. As he gazed at the thing, it lifted its head, tan skin with constellations on its face, a tiny human he presumed.
The small human looked up at him then, eyes bloodshot and nose dripping with a weird substance he has no knowledge of. “Who are you…?” It asked, sitting in front of the rows and rows of beautiful yellow flowers that resemble the sun. And yet in the darkness of the moon, the petals which normally gaze at the bright sky were now glaring down at the ground.
The human’s face showed an emotion he never experienced himself but heard of from stories growing up; a face full of confusion and curiosity, but not an ounce of fear was reflected in his amber eyes. “I am no one of importance,” Killua said in reply.
“Why do you talk like that?” The boy stood, a baby in comparison to his divine body. “Mito-san says that only rich people talk like that, who are you mister?” He asked.
The constant questions began to make his head ache. Just who was this human child and why is he having such an effect on him? That’s when he decided to touch the child’s head with his pointer finger, immediately causing him to fall asleep. He glided his finger in the air, a cloud forming as the child nestled into the softness he created out of thin air. The small smile on its face stirred something inside of him that he just couldn’t place.
He followed the scent of the human back to one house that was close to a forest. He didn’t dare to go inside, but used his divinity to tuck the child into what he assumes to be his resting place. It would be bad if another human saw him, there was no way such an incident would go unpunished by his father and mother. He may be one of the highest ranked gods in their family ever, but he still didn’t want to face their wrath.
In the end, he decided that he should return to his duties, but not before plucking a dandelion from the grass. He inspected it and whispered, “What is your name little one?” His eyes grew wide when his breath scattered the seeds and floated in the air. On one hand, he was hurt by it, but on the other he was happy to see a flower dancing in the wind, a kindred spirit. Perhaps it would be unsettling if those flowers that resemble the suns were to fall apart by his touch as well, he pondered.
Killua picked another flower, this one small with yellow petals and a flimsy stem. It will just have to do for now, he nodded to himself. This time, he surrounded the flower in a mist to preserve the moisture. As he floated up to the moon he watched as the lights all over the world began to become smaller and smaller in the distance.
Once he got to his balcony made of diamonds and moonstone, his feet gently stood on top of the railing as he twirled around to view the glimmering stars around him, “Humans would trade their own life if it meant being allowed to catch a glimpse of the stars from my eyes,” he assured himself since he found pride in that thought, but he couldn’t help but feel envious of the weak creatures. “Oh, what I would do to view the sun through their eyes.”
Killua sighed before he placed the flower on top of his long dining room table. He stared at it, unsure of what to do with it now. Hours passed with him just staring, his mist dispelling as his mind became distracted. Once all the mist evaporated, the flower quickly crumbled before him as it can never survive on the moon alone, another similarity between them.
The next night when the moon was finally glowing above the island, he once again visited the flowers. He wished to touch one, but once he was within arm’s reach, he noticed the little child lying on the earth, quietly breathing as though it was the most comfortable place to sleep. He carried the child to his quaint home which he shared with his two guardians, this routine occurring every night for a week in human time. He began to look forward to the moments where he’d be able to observe this creature sleeping in such a vulnerable position where he could easily kill him if he ever wished to.
“How are you able to sleep so soundly in a stranger’s arms, child?” He asked quietly, watching the human child snuggle closer to him in search of warmth. He stared a second longer than he should have before tucking him into bed.
Wide amber eyes opened suddenly to stare at him and Killua couldn’t react in time to use his divine gift. “It’s you again Mister!” Gon whispered with a happy smile. There was no evidence of having been asleep besides the small drop of drool on the corner of his mouth that could be seen.
Killua blinked and slowly waved his hand in front of the child’s face but alas it only smiled wider in response. Why aren’t my powers working?
“So mister, why do you always tuck me into bed at night?” He asked, sitting in a seiza position on top of his bed. “I wanted to see if you really do so I acted like I was sleeping!”
Now he finally understood why meeting a human was a bad thing for gods. He flicked his wrist, casting a spell of sorts on the child. He used a potent amount of power on Gon and watched as he fell onto his side. A sigh escaped his lips while he covered Gon in the thick blue and white blanket, glad to know that he got him to stop. “I should probably stop visiting the flowers from now on,” he whispered to himself. As the words registered in his mind, he didn't recognize the voice that clearly came out of his mouth. “Just what is this…?” The voice was high pitched and squeaky. Childish in comparison to his deep voice he normally had. He slipped out of the window and floated up to the roof of the house. He was on the tallest part of the house and pulled down a dark gray cloud to gather the water droplets in order to form a mirror.
The mirror showed his masculine features slowly transform into his childlike self that he had outgrown centuries before. His strong chin was now round, perfect nose now a small button in comparison. Soon his whole body was that of a child and his clothes draped over his tiny frame in the frigid night air. “Who is responsible for this nonsense?” He asked as he gazed up at the moon, but he knew that no one was there to answer since he was now stuck on Earth forever.
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No matter what he did, the whole night was filled with Killua grunting as his powers refused to light up the sky. He could barely form clouds by will and was now forced to stay grounded, his bare feet touching the dirt. He paced around, mumbling to himself as he tried to think of what the next step should be. In his preoccupied state, he didn't notice the eyes on him as he complained about his situation. At least not until he felt a light tap on his shoulder. He turned around and ended up being face to face with Gon, Killua being only an inch or two taller.
“Hey who are you? I’ve never seen you here before! What’s your name?” Gon asked excitedly, his eyes sparkling and his lips wide.
The thought that Gon didn’t recognize him was enough for him to reply calmly, “My name is Killua, what is yours young one?” He asked, confused by Gon’s sudden laughter at his expense.
“Pffft, why do you talk like an old man and wear baggy clothes?” He laughed, wiping the tears out of the corners of his eyes.
“I-I do not know of this old man you are speaking of!” Killua huffed, folding his arms that are covered in the long sleeves of his heavenly top, pouting lightly. He’s only a few centuries old, not that old at all compared to his brother Milluki anyway.
“There it is again!” Gon smiled widely and pushed his hand into Killua’s surprised one, “Nice to meet you Killua! I’m Gon!”
“Gon…?” The name felt pleasant on his tongue; he repeated it thoughtfully as Gon’s smile grew.
“So what are you doing here?” Gon asked, his hand gliding through the air, showing the scenery around them. “This island is a small port for fishermen so any children that visit never stay. There’s only one other child and she’s too young to play with. You’re the first person that I’ve met that’s my age!” He didn’t even need to breathe after that long response
“Well…” Killua trailed off, his mind was a mess as he tried to come up with a reason as to his stay.
“Ehehe.” Gon grinned widely and placed his hands behind his head as he walked. It was as though he expected Killua to follow, but instead the tiny god hesitated. “Hm?” Gon glanced back at him and pointed in the direction of his house. “Do you want to meet Mito-san?”
“Mito-san…?” At first Killua was confused, but then he remembered hearing the name from Gon one night while he was dreaming. Should he really meet this human woman for the first time in such a weak form? He’s practically a human now with only a bit more power than their fragile selves. He swallowed as the other watched him patiently and then nodded.
The two quietly walked towards the house, their eyes focused on different things. The black haired chid’s eyes faced the heavens, his mind absorbing the way the clouds move and how the birds fly higher and higher until they’re a tiny speck in comparison to them. The childish god hungrily soaked in the scenery around him, the way the air smells, the different plants, even the way the cold dirt would feel hot underneath the sun’s rays.
That last thought made him freeze in place, “The sun’s rays?” He whispered to himself and closed his eyes. He expected to evaporate at any moment, but he didn’t, he felt perfectly fine besides a little too cozy even in the huge clothes. They dragged on the dirt path, ruining them forever.
“Mito-san—!” Gon knocked on the door before walking into the small home and announcing his presence with his booming voice.
“GON what did I say about— Oh a guest!” Mito shouted. She turned around and finally noticed the second presence a bit too late, nearly dropping the slippery plate in her hands. She wiped her palms on her apron and walked towards Killua with the second sincerest smile he had ever seen. “Hello, what’s your name?”
“Uh…Killua,” he noticed her gaze and followed it to his dirty feet, his face heating up in seconds. He closed his eyes, expecting a verbal lashing, but she just patted his head, smoothing out his tainted snowy locks.
Mito placed her hands on her hips and smiled, “How about you take a bath and Gon can share some of his clothes with you, will you do that for me Gon?”
Gon beamed at her and nodded, “Of course! Killua is my friend after all!” He grabbed Killua’s hand and rushed up the stairs.
The mini god blinked as the warmth spread throughout his body, a feeling he had desired for centuries and it was finally given to him. It was such a small act that didn’t require complex thoughts at all, as if it was a natural thing to do. His eyes began to search everywhere, memorizing every little crack and speck on the walls, the way the floors creaked as their feet glided across the house, things looking different from such a short height. It’s as though he’s seeing things from new eyes and not his own.
“Here!” While Killua had been soaking in all the new things, Gon had already picked out a spare tank top and shorts with underwear. “The bathroom is this way!” He motioned for him to follow and led him to another room where a bathtub sat near a wall. Gon turned it on and added some pink liquid that Killua had never seen before.
“What’s that?” He asked. His voice was full of wonder as the liquid began to foam up as it mixed with the water, bubbles forming. Such a sight to behold! “Do you have divinity as well?”
Gon blinked, “Huh? No silly this is a bubble bath!”
“A…bubble bath?” Wide eyes grew as the words were repeated and the sound of them paired up with his childlike voice erected a giggle. He dipped his fingers into the mysterious concoction, swirling the foam around. “They remind me of soft clouds.”
“Clouds…?” Gon tilted his head and nodded in agreement. “I never thought of them like that before but you’re right!” A smile graced his tanned features, dazzling Killua with his innocent glory.
The white haired impostor licked his lips, “Is it not good to introduce strangers into your humble abode after only just meeting said stranger?
Amber colored eyes blinked at him, as if the thought never once crossed his mind, “But you aren’t a stranger, you’re Killua!”
“Oi,” Killua glared at him slightly, “You do not even know my surname! How do you know that I am telling the truth about my said identity?”
“Well…” Gon smiled softly, his eyes a window to his pure soul, “I know you would never lie to me Killua!”
Although he wanted to prove the ignorant child wrong, he stepped into the bath and cleansed himself while Gon waited in his room, organizing it for his guest’s enjoyment.
Thirty minutes pass by before Killua revealed himself in the borrowed clothes, a perfect fit compared to his old ones. “That was a lovely…bubble bath,” he whispered the last part, a small lifting of the corner of his lips. “You must tell me your secret.”
“What secret?” Gon asked as he turned around, his eyes meeting Killua. He noticed that the other’s white hair was flat and slightly damp. “Pfft! You look funny,” he laughed.
“…What?”
Gon stood and grabbed the towel that rested on his doorknob. He moved over to Killua and rubbed the top of his head with the fluffy towel. “It looks a lot better than earlier! Your hair was full of leaves and dirt.” He smiled softly at the thought, “Mito-san is used to the sight of messy children since I return everyday like that but you would have given the neighbors a shock!”
Killua tilted his head slightly, his expression remaining passive. “Neighbors…?” He trailed off as he tried to remember where the other humans lived. The surrounding homes were too far apart compared to the other cities he saw on his way down to Earth.
“Yeah! Even though they live a bit away, we still call them that…okay done!” Gon smiled at his job well done, Killua’s hair now resembling that of a blow-dried fluffy cat. He then pulled out a pocket mirror from his bedside table to show Killua his appearance.
“Why is my hair standing up like that?” He asked, trying to smooth it down with his small hands.
Gon’s eyebrows knit together, “What? You’ve never seen your hair before? It looks the same as it did earlier.”
“Oh…the same as it was earlier?” Killua glared at him, scoffing loudly, “My hair is as soft and gentle of the highest quality clouds formed by celestial fingers.” He folded his arms and sulked a little, “So how dare you degrade my beautiful locks as if they do not matter.”
“I didn’t say they don’t matter, just that it looks nice to me!” The tiny child pouted before mimicking Killua’s gesture. “Jeez you don’t know how to listen Killua!” He shouted and folded his arms.
That’s what tipped him over the edge. “Listen? Why does someone as great as I have to listen to a measly child?”
Gon pointed at him, pissed. “Why do you keep calling me a kid? You’re only an inch taller than me! How old are you then huh?!”
“I am—,” He was about to shout his real age before remembering that he’s supposed to be masquerading as a human. “I’m the same age as you!”
Once again he points, his finger directed at his face. “I’m 12 years old! When is your birthday then huh?”
“Birthday…?” Just what is a birthday? Was it the day you come into existence? He tried to recall what humans use to measure time and compared it to what deities use. “My day of birth is the seventh day of July.”
“Aha! My birthday is May fifth so I am older!”
That was a big slip up on his part, “Hmph,” he huffed. He wanted to reason that he’s wrong, but he’s the only one at fault for agreeing to be the same age in the first place.
With his little victory over Killua, the two chatted about random things like what the two of them do in their free time. Before they realized it, they had gotten close even if it had only been a few hours in their perspective but the sun had already gone down.
“Hey Killua…do you have a home to return to?” Gon asked as the two lied on top of the bed, their legs dangling on the side.
Killua held his hand up and then closed them into fists, “I do not know if it is considered a home, but yes I do have a place to return to.”
The child scratched his cheek, avoiding eye contact. “Is it that…you don’t want to go home?” He asked after a pause.
The uncertainty in Gon’s voice made Killua glance at him, he shrugged as he was already picking up human mannerisms. “It is not that I want to go home but more so that I cannot.”
Gon opened his mouth to speak, but closed it after thinking. “…Do you want to stay here for now? Mito-san wouldn’t mind at all if you do.”
The sincerity in those amber eyes made his reflect the same emotions, “…That sounds pleasant, thank you,” he smiled at the thoughtful gesture.
A dazzling smile spread across his face before he ran down the stairs to tell Mito the good news, “No need to thank me and no need to be polite either you know!” Gon’s shout faded as he went to Mito on the first level.
However it wasn’t long before he appeared in the doorway, jumping onto the bed. He rolled over to Killua and lied down on his stomach. His feet were now up in the air before he grabbed a small notebook from underneath his pillow. “She said yes, but I already knew she would agree! We’re friends now after all Killua!” He said with a grin.
“Mhmm…You trust people too easily…” He whispered under his breath, not loud enough for the other to hear him. There are still a lot of secrets between them and that is to be expected since it’s their first real meeting, although he had been keeping an eye on the child for a while now. “What is in that thing of yours?” He questioned, failing to hide his curiosity.
“This? It’s my notebook…” A red tinge appeared on Gon’s cheeks as he rubbed the back of his head, embarrassed. “It’s just a thing where I write down stuff about the flowers on the island since a lot of them are native only to here.”
“FLOWERS—?” Killua’s sudden shout made Gon jump a little. “I mean,” he coughed to stabilize his voice. “May I see it, if you do not mind?”
“Um sure,” Gon looked down, unsure but gives it to him automatically.” They’re just random scribbles and some petals, no biggy.”
After that, silence filled the room as Killua stared at each page intently. His eyes followed the written script of Gon’s writing, the way each line curved and flowed. He could imagine how focused Gon must have been despite the sloppiness; he must have been focused on the flowers themselves rather than his work being illegible.
Each part of a flower was written down, the colors, the shape of the stem, even the height from the soil to the tip of the tallest petal. A specimen of each flower was glued to the paper, taking up the entire page. Gon even wrote about his feelings towards the flowers. The way each one had a different meaning in his mind, how he reminisces about a certain summer or a cold winter despite their location on an isolated island used as a port.
For one flower, it took up more than 20 pages leaving only one empty page left in the notebook. That flower had a drawing of it taking up two whole pages, drawn in a colorful landscape. The bright sun in the top left hand corner was made with a mix of orange and yellow. Blue skies surrounded it on one page while the other was done with a rich dark blue to resemble the night sky. A lone pale moon hovered in the far right corner, not showing the full size. It was surrounded by intimidating clouds that overlap with the meadow full of his favorite flowers. They gaze up towards the sky on the left side, but loom over the page on the right. Just like that time the two had first met.
Killua’s lips parted slightly, awestruck at the beauty. His right pointer and middle finger glided over the name of the flower, “A Sunflower…?” A soft whisper and a single tear fell down his cheek but it was so small that he didn’t feel it at all. He whispered the name as if he found out the greatest secret of his entire existence. He turned the page and noticed that Gon had written his dreams about the flower which covered the remainder of the book. Sadly the blushing boy snatched it from him, the last thing Killua was able to read was: “It happened again, just like that one time—”
The boy’s eyes widened after he realized what he did. “A-Ah I’m sorry—!” He stuttered out an awkward laugh. “It’s nothing of importance, really Killua.”
Despite feeling the need to dig deeper, Killua ignored the urge and rolled his eyes instead. “Fine, I understand.”
Right at that moment, a soft yet strong knock could be heard from outside the door. Mito waited for Gon’s perky “Come in!” before opening it slowly and poking her head in between the space. “The two of you should go to sleep now! It’s time for lights out!”
Gon nodded and slipped his notebook into his bedside table before smiling at her, switching the lamp off. “Goodnight Mito-san!” He waited for the sound of her own door closing before throwing the covers over him, obeying her commands.
However, one tiny god pouted slightly, “I am not tired at all!” He stopped shouting after he felt a finger against his lips.
The smile on Gon’s own lips dazzled him, “How about I sing you a lullaby to lull you to sleep?” Gon asked
Curious, Killua nodded. Just what types of songs could this country boy even know? However, he wasn’t ready for the beautiful and charming voice to fill the air. He listened intently, loving the way each syllable sounded when Gon’s the one singing it. Steadily, his eyelids became heavy and he could have sworn he felt something against his cheek right before he lost consciousness.
As he watched the white haired angel, Gon squeezed his pale hand with his tanned one, “Sweet dreams Killua.”
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