Killua pulled at his collar of his bodysuit to try and keep cool but that was nearly impossible. Not while walking through these tunnels of flame that made this look like a house for a fire god. He moved around the corner to the large living room and gasped quietly as he finally found who he was looking for. The room was raging in fire, but like the rest of the house, everything was still in place and defined so neatly, he could tell what and where everything still was, from the couch positioned in front of the TV atop the entertainment center, the paintings and rug carpet-- where a figure was balled up in the center.

Killua stopped in his tracks, his mind racing as to what he should do next, if he should try a sneak attack or make himself known, or what. But Killua didn’t have much time as the figure- also on fire, but in the neat way that Killua could still see him perfectly- turned to him. His eyes were golden, dancing with the light of the flames around, his skin a dark but glowing tan like embers, and his hair alight like an actual flame. He was holding himself as golden tears came down his cheeks. Killua mind blanked a for a moment as he beheld something so sad but really... gorgeous.

“No! You shouldn’t be here! I’ll burn you! I’ll burn you like everything else!” The boy cried and Killua flexed his hand subtly as he swallowed. Killua can’t afford to blank out while he’s on a mission.

“It’s...ok, it’s ok...!” Killua said soothingly, holding out his hands as he slowly approached. Killua wanted to show he wouldn’t hurt him and that he didn’t have anything in his hands. “Look, look, I’m not hurt, I’m not burned anywhere, you didn’t hurt me.” Killua tried to comfort. The boy looked confused, looking over the boy who did indeed seem like nothing around was affecting him. Maybe this new comer was in his imagination so he could try and comfort himself of his destruction. Or he was really going crazy and hallucinating.

“I don’t...” The boy muttered, helplessness in his eyes, darting over Killua’s form to investigate further.

“I... can you tell me, what’s your name?” Kilua asked. “I’m Killua.” He offered. The boy frowned and mouthed something before shaking his head a bit, his tear flows slowing.

“I’m Gon.” He said, feeling like this normal conversation was much too out of place in this flaming prison around them.

“Ok, Gon...” Killua said, taking another careful step forward. “It will be ok... I want you to take my hand and follow me out of here. I want to take you out of here and someplace safe.” He said, extending a hand further out to Gon imploringly.

Gon almost flinches backwards, his eyes going wide and surprised, the flames around them crackling further and coming out of it’s neat lines, the roof cracking menacingly as the fire damaged it afterall. Killua’s eyes widened a bit in response, darting his eyes up and back to Gon, just wanting to make sure they were both still secure and safe, but Gon had already seen his squirley nature.

“NO! No, I can’t leave, I have to stay here! Anywhere I go, I’ll only burn it up and destroy! I can’t- I have to stay here, I can’t leave when my mind isn’t even all there! I’d be a danger going anywhere, I’m crazy, I’m dangerous, I’m alone!” He cried out, the fire beating up waves of heat in response to Gon’s panic, onto Killua, more of sweat breaking out on his skin.

“Gon, no, please, calm down-!” Killua said, trying to keep his ground, but with his instinct and training-- he couldn’t help taking a stepping back. Gon saw his retreat and his eyes flashed gold.

“No! If you won’t leave me alone, I’ll make you leave!” Gon cried, his brows furrowed in determination as wisps and whips of flame started forming off his body. This was the only way he could protect those around him- he has to push them away.

“Gon, no wait!” Killua said with wide eyes. Gon’s form became less distinct until he was not visible within the plumes of flame- red, orange, firey, and bright- came out of his form, it’s intent was to swallow up anything in it’s path, or at least push others back.

Killua took one step back, seeing no ways past this wall of flames, and squeezed his eyes shut. He became light a bolt of lightening, zipping through the spaces between air particles as a brilliant strike of blue and white. He was able to avoid the otherwise unavoidable attack, and move past the wall of fire Gon sent out, coming a few feet closer to Gon as he formed back into his body. He held his hands out in an effort to keep his balance and not fall over from the switch. He was still pretty new at that. Killua let out a huff of air and looked over at Gon to see where he was, to see if he should expect another attack, alert.

Gon was staring at him with wide eyes, more distinct looking than ever. He looked more like an ember burning from within rather than the flame.

“You’re... you’re like me...” He said quietly, nearly in shock. “You have... powers...” Gon said, looking him over with a new understanding. Killua stood to his full height, holding his hands out comfortingly again.

“Yes... Gon, you’re not alone. Other people have powers like you. And when they find out, they’re scared and confused, like you. But we want to help you- I want to help you. We’re learning to control our powers and we want to teach you to be less scared. You can learn too, we’ll learn together. Just... please... come with me. We’ll protect you...” Killua said, stepping a bit closer.

As he spoke, the fire around them and around Gon slowly started to die down, the sides of the house starting to emerge from the fire that engulfed it- only slightly charred and steaming signs of its fire effect. he never damaged the house in the first place, just occupied it with his larger presence. Gon slowly watched Killua’s hand then moved to go to Killua, looking at him like he would save him.

Killua smiled as Gon took his hand, and where he touched him, his hand cooled, the fire retrreating completely, travelling up his arm and over his body, revealing who was the person behind the powers. His skin was still gorgeously tan, and eyes nearly gold in hue, his hair dark and spiked up, and his clothes was a bit singed and charred, random holes in his jacket and jeans. Gon was still crying, sniffing and trying to keep it together as the smoke and steam arose around them but the house generally still standing and salvageable. Killua could see Gon had a pretty good control over his powers already if the fire receded and the house was still standing.

Killua gave Gon a gentle smile and Gon finally wailed in tears, lurching forward and curling into his chest. Killua wrapped his arms around him and pet through his hair and rubbed his back, holding him tight.

“It’s ok, it’s ok...” Killua shushed quietly under Gon’s cries. Gon felt so relieved. Maybe Gon could finally feel like he belongs if he goes with Killua. Gon could feel curls of static electricity rush over his skin, but he didn’t mind. He almost found it comforting to feel the powers of someone other than his own.