#chikainochuu

“O-Oh..” This mere sound he was barely able to utter as sorrow had a tight clutch around his heart, a sensation similar to the one he had forced upon others so many times before. A pale bottom lip quivered, harshly bitten as a way to cling to the mirror of his soul about to shatter into a million pieces.

Beads of liquid threatened to spill from eyes like the ocean and he slightly tilted his head to create a wall of silvery strands between their locked gazes. “Of course.. That’s true.. There’s no way you could love me.. Like that.”

With his attention divided between slapping away the raven’s hands and keeping himself covered with the jacket cerulean eyes glared furiously at the other. “For the last time, this isn’t my fault! It never would have happened otherwise!” Insistent on defending the remaining shards of his shattered pride he spared no breath.

“Stop laughing, moron!” With a voice reduced to a shiver-inducing shrill the ex-assassin almost trembled with shame, his usually alabaster skin red and on fire. Still in disbelief over his situation Killua quickly snatched the offered jacket from his best friend’s hands. Wrapping the fabric gratefully around his hips he begun to clumsily undo the buttons on his trousers, intending to get rid of the evidence as immediately as he could.

He met us at the port yesterday! :P He looks like he’s grown up so much.

Killua sighed. 2AM and he couldn’t really... do much more than think. There were some people he missed, and after mentioning it to Killua-chan idly, he didn’t drop the idea of texting the older Gon.

Maybe he was doing better. Maybe he was still with that other Killua or maybe he was growing on his own for the better.

The summer camp that Gon had raved about for the past year or so was probably the perfect subject. He could use that. It wouldn’t be such a bad icebreaker-- and if all else failed, he could agree to go to the camp and meet Gon there.

He groaned as he pulled out his phone, not sure why it bothered him so much, but it did and he was going to message Gon Freecss at this ungodly hour.

>> [ 1:59:27AM; TO: Promise ] :: Hey, it’s been a while! Remember me, the little dude whose chocorobo plushie you wouldn’t let go of? Hope you didn’t change your number.