i'm the one who's glad

"I’m not the type to kill humans!" They pout again, crossing their arms. "I guess you don’t have to trust me; Well, maybe just for a second." With a flick of their tail, they continue. "I’ll only take enough to make you feel a little dizzy, nowhere near fatal."

They had practically taught themself self control when it came to feeding. He did drain a few men to death, in more ways than one. But with a boy this young, they wouldn’t do something that gruesome.

He's more surprised that this demon seemed so.... innocently happy. To the point where it was almost contagious - almost. Killua was still somewhat convinced that this was a dream.

No matter how much he disliked his current life, he didn't hate it so much that he would die by something so stupid as being tricked.

"Isn't there some other way out of this?"

"Hmm… That seems doable." Gon’s tail sways back and forth, in a comfortable rhythm, to indicate they were thinking. "But, this is a demon you’re dealing with, and you have to give me something in exchange of equal value."

They closed their eyes, and furrowed their brow. How much could they push their limits? Something like this would require a goats still beating heart. Or maybe they could as for two things of a smaller value?

"Ok, how about this. You tell me your name, and let me feed on your blood a little bit. That should fulfill the requirements!" They opened their mouth to show off sharp teeth. "You’ll only feel a pin prick, I swear!" They closed their mouth, hiding their razor sharp fangs.

In other words, how does he know he can trust what this incubus tells him? Killua's a lot of things, but he's most definitely not an idiot.

"Demons are most certainly real! I’m right here!" They pout some more, as Killua refused. "You’re not going to?" They sigh. They were not the type to force it. Not at all. 

"Well, we’re stuck here until we figure out a deal." They blink. They could make a deal with humans, right? They really hoped so, or they’d be trapped in this circle until Hisoka noticed they were gone.

No, no. He knew exactly what to wish for.

He points at the demon. "A life time supply of chocorobos." If he could get out of the part where they had to have sexual intercourse, and send this demon back home, then that would be that.

"That's all." He crosses his arms, looking to the demon for some sort of reply. Killua was the last person to think of something important, or major to wish for. He had no dream in particular to wish for--not when he really thought about it.

"Okaaay…" Gon flips over on their back, floating in midair. They throw their head back to look the boy in the eyes. "You’re a strange one, summons a demon, and doesn’t even want anything!" They flip back over, with a sigh.

"Well, about that…" They shrug. "I can’t go back unless I give you something. And for an incubus such as myself…I kinda have to fuck you." Way to be blunt. It was just in their nature by now. It wasn’t a taboo thing back in hell, anyway.

He definitely wouldn't discuss this with Illumi. no way, no how. He could only begin to imagine what his older brother might do or say in reply. He'd rather avoid being embarrassed.

When Gon speaks again, Killua's face only become brighter - cheeks flushing a bright shade of red. "No-- no way! Not happening!" He crosses his arms together in emphasis. "--Besides, you look like a kid, just like I do." Though, he didn't expect that such a thing mattered when it came to demons - but, wouldn't it be strange to those who--

..... He didn't even want to think about it.

"I’m a demon! Isn’t that obvious?" They pout at the boy before them’s negative reaction. "An incubus, to be exact. You did summon me, right?"

The got up off the floor, floating above it. The wings were more for social cues. They didn’t really function so well. So, floating was something even a lower class demon like them could do. 

Flipping through it, he looks for the word. Incubus--incubus--

He reads the words out loud. "An incubus is a demon in male form who, according to a number of mythological and legendary traditions, lies upon sleepers, especially women, in order to have sexual intercourse with--Haaah?!" His face flushes a deep shade of red. Out of all things-- Why this? Why him?!

He looks to the demon in shock. No way, he hadn't meant to summon this at all! "There's no reason! None at all!" He crosses his arms. He's ready to throw his hands in the air out of exasperation for the situation. "In fact, you can go back to wherever you came from, Gon."

Hell was particularly boring today. Their usual job was to punish sinners in the second circle of hell. It was fun, for the most part. Poke and prod at a few people, light them on fire with black magic, the usual. They strolled around the area, tail swishing from side to side. 

"Nope. Nothing’s going on today…" A few new souls, but only the higher up demons got to eat them. For an incubus like themself, they relied on the blood and semen of humans. Or just draining out their life force. If Gon liked them, they’d do one of the other two.

Honestly, they wanted to explore the outside world more than anyone here, but everyone who summoned them just sent them right back after their ‘services’. They got to see some people’s houses, and a few basements, but that was it. They weren’t even summoned that often. So, they were confined to hell.

They would give anything to see the world.

Maybe today was their lucky day.

They felt their form fading. A familiar, yet foreign feeling. They were being summoned! It had been so long, Gon couldn’t even remember how long it had actually been. Slowly, their form was pulled apart, slower than usual. They must be new at reciting spells. How exciting. Gon’s heart was pounding out of their chest. 

Their body was coming back together, as they opened their eyes. They were sitting on the floor of a shed, one of the most common places people seemed to summon demons in.

They looked up at who was standing before them. A young boy with white hair and blue eyes, which were wide open, incredulous. This boy seemed to be their physical age, about 14. How refreshing.

"What-- Who the hell-- What are you?!"

He sputters out. This was a demon. An actual demon. There was no other explanation for this! Killua, whom usually overanalyzed every situation he was in, could not even begin to fathom what could possibly be a rational solution for this.

(possible trigger warning below the cut)

Send me ‘I want the K’ and I’ll use a number generator to write a drabble about my muse kissing your muse.

8. Cheek Kiss:

The cheek kiss is exactly what it sounds like - a closed-mouth kiss against someone’s cheek. Cheek kisses can be used as friendly greetings, flirty thank-you’s or cute, unexpected ways to say good-bye to your boyfriend or girlfriend.

It had been a quiet moment between them - peaceful, at that. The two had taken shelter from the rain, sitting in what seemed to be an abandoned bus stop. However, they had to huddle close to one another in order to keep dry. Still slightly wet from the rain, Killua looks to Gon. The boy was still slightly cold thanks to being wet, but also a source of slight warmth for Killua. It was nice.

"…. You looked cold." He mumbled, turning his head from Gon completely. He couldn’t even look to his friend. He had no real excuse for his actions that weren’t completely lame. And, it was almost as though Gon hadn’t realized what had happened, ither.

Illumi observed the grounds, crouched like a gargoyle on the rooftop of the mansion. He knew Killua was on his way home, knew his brother intended to meet and possibly free Alluka. He had been notified of the situation, his informants loyal and performing a satisfactory job. Illumi wanted to be the one to control Alluka’s ability, and if he had to control Killua to do so, then that was what he would do.

The moment Killua stepped through the Testing Gate, Illumi became aware of his presence. It was Killua’s aura that Illumi noticed first, Illumi’s Zetsu perfectly shrouding his own, allowing him to be especially sensitive to others’.

Silently, Illumi followed Killua’s journey up the mountain in his mind, tracking his brother’s aura, which was raging out of control. Kil must be quite emotional. 

When Killua reached the main entrance of the mansion, Illumi simply relinquished his Zetsu to announce his presence.

Killua decided that he would kill two birds with one stone - he would free Alluka -  save her from her imprisonment from their family, and save Gon. He was determined. Walking through the mansion, he recited what he would say to his father, again and again.

He had to do what he needed to in order to rescue his friend. He had to save Alluka. Those were his primary priorities. It was all he could think about. He made a promise to save Gon, and he would! He would make him apologize! He would make sure that Alluka could live in a happier situation than the one that she was in now...!

When Illumi's presence is made obvious, Killua turns - even before he speaks, his eyes blank. "Aniki."

.... How long had it been since he last saw Illumi? He stands his ground. More than likely, he's only made himself present to stop him. knowing his brother, he was already well informed of what Killua's goals were.

"I'm here to speak to Dad." His mouth is curved in a thing line, a neutral expression on his features. There wasn't any "thanks" or "I'm home!" from him. That wasn't the sort of relationship he had with Illumi. Not by a long-shot.