Hunter X Hunter Fan Fiction ❯ Arrival ❯ Dreams X and X Nightmares ( Chapter 4 )
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By: Nobuhiko Satori 
Gon begins to notice some changes about himself.
Anime/Manga: Hunter X Hunter Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 10.18.2015 | Updated On: 10.18.2015 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.1K | Visits: 373 | Status: Work In Progress
Gon begins to notice some changes about himself.
Anime/Manga: Hunter X Hunter Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 10.18.2015 | Updated On: 10.18.2015 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.1K | Visits: 373 | Status: Work In Progress
Arrival
Chapter 04: Dreams X and X Nightmares
By: Nobuhiko Satori
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AUTHOR'S NOTES: Next chapter up! The plot should be picking up in another couple of chapters, I just hope my planned buildup doesn't wind up taking too long. That said, on to Chapter Four!
WARNING: Before you go any further, please be warned that this is a yaoi fanfic. That is, it is about a romantic and/or sexual relationship between males. And please note that this fanfic will contain violent and disturbing imagery, as well as graphic and explicit sexual situations. Do not continue reading if any of this offends you in any way.
DISCLAIMER: The story contained within this fanfic is the sole property of the author. Hunter X Hunter and all related characters and trademarks are the sole property of Shueisha/Madhouse/Yoshihiro Togashi, and all other trademarks mentioned herein are the sole property of their respective copyright owners, and the author makes no claims as to owning them. This fanfic is made purely for entertainment purposes only and is completely non-profit. No copyright infringement is intended.
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LEGENDS KEY:
"Text" = speech
'Text' = thoughts, quotations in speech
*Text* = italics, emphasis
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He stood atop a small hill, a cooling breeze blowing gently around him as he watched the white clouds above, the sun just partially hiding behind one of them. The grass was crisp beneath his feet, their verdant green surrounding him between here and the treeline. He didn't have a single stitch of clothing on him, not that he minded, as it allowed those familiar arms to wind around him, pulling him into a tight embrace.
He'd been here before, more than once, but each time felt like it was the first, feeling shy at the intimate contact of another bare body pressing up against him. And when those soft lips fell upon his skin, he couldn't hold back the gasp that escaped him, a light blush coloring his cheeks. A slick tongue danced on his skin for a moment, before that mouth descended again, this time on that spot just behind his ear, drawing a keening cry from his throat.
Before he knew it he was being slid down onto the soft grass, soft kisses and playful touches flitting across his skin pulling more cries from him. His hands found soft silvery hair, holding the other close as that tongue found and teased at a pert nipple, that hot mouth closing on the pink bud. Bodies moved against each other in a sensual dance, just teasing at first but slowly getting more and more insistent. Somehow he gathered enough of himself to pull the other away from him for a moment, looking the other in the eye as he spoke.
"Please, kiss me."
Enchanting blue eyes shone, gracing him with a smile before he felt those lips against his own...
~*~
Gon's eyes snapped open, pulled from his sleep by the obnoxiously loud beeping of the alarm clock. His breathing was uneven, a light sheen of sweat on his lightly-tanned skin despite the cool breeze from the air conditioner. A bright blush was streaked across his face, a result of what he'd just experienced.
'That dream again...'
After a few moments calming himself down he slapped the alarm clock's button, silencing the annoying device and sat up, throwing the covers back. It was then that he noticed the obvious wet spot in the front of his underwear, feeling a familiar stickyness under the fabric, his face reddening even more.
"Dammit...!"
He jumped off the bed and stripped off the offending material, heading towards the bathroom, and it was only a few minutes later that he was standing under the shower head. The hot water beat down on his lithe, muscular form as he braced himself on the wall, mind swimming from what had just happened.
Gon was no stranger to wet dreams -- he was a teenager, after all. But where the rest were only faintly remembered images when he woke up, this was one he always recalled having the next day. He'd been having it for months now, always leaving behind an ache in his loins, the sensations strong and clear. Strangely his dream had yet to move beyond just talented hands and a skillful mouth assaulting him, lustful eyes filled with sinful, unspoken promises of more when he was ready. And while he couldn't quite make out who it was in his dream, whoever it was felt so familiar...
But this time was different. It had never been this clear, this damn *vivid* before, the experience so intense it was almost as if it was happening for real. Even now he throbbed with desire, his need hard and heavy between his legs and begging for attention, his cheeks stained a bright shade of red.
Gon was quite aware of girls, had been since before he even left Whale Island for the Hunter Exam. And more than once he'd wondered what it would be like to make love with one, to lose himself between the legs of some cute, shy virgin girl his age, or the mouth of an older, more experienced woman oozing sexuality. But after this particular dream first came to him, he just couldn't quite see them the same way as before. He still found them pretty, for sure -- attractive, even -- but none of them seemed to measure up to his dream lover, even though he didn't know who it was. Until now.
'Killua...'
Honestly the thought had never even occurred to him, the thought of having sex with another guy, let alone his best friend.
Gon was no stranger to his own hands, either -- he was a healthy boy, after all. It was something he did on rare occasions just because it felt nice, a little indulgence for himself whenever he got too stressed or boredom got the better of him. But where before he didn't have a specific fantasy in mind, this dream had quickly become the one he always went to whenever he needed a good, hard orgasm or two.
Before he knew it his left hand had found his cock, stroking himself from root to tip pulling sharp gasps from his throat, his attempts to keep quiet failing with each upstroke. He was slow at first, eyes half-closed and biting his lower lip, steadily picking up the pace as the sensations steadily built in his gut. He'd pause every now and then, fingers playing with the sensitive head before starting up again. A scant few minutes of this and he wanted more, releasing himself just long enough to reach for the soap and lather up his hand, before pleasuring himself anew, giving a relieved sigh at the faster pace.
"Aaahhn..... Hahhh...! Mmmhh...!" In time he was losing himself in that fantasy again, small pleasured cries escaping him. His right hand clenched against the tiled wall while he watched his left slide along his throbbing maleness, slickened with soap and leaking precum, hips thrusting to his rhythm. His movements by now were fast and brutal, his body already at the edge and desperate for release, his eight-inch cock hardening even more in his hand. But he still needed that last push. "K-Killua...!"
His mind flashed with visions of a soft, silvery-white mane and brilliant, sapphire-blue eyes burning with desire. A lithe, muscular body pressed against his, searing lips repeatedly branding his skin while a skillful hand tugged and pumped at his hardness, thumb toying with that smooth pink head, and with a strangled gasp Gon was messily spilling himself all over the shower wall, each hard pulse in his gut splattering his thick essence onto the tiled surface, only to be washed away just a few seconds later.
Catching his breath Gon rested his forehead against the tiled wall, the rush slowly abating from his body. Limply he turned and leaned against the wall on his left, staring at his soiled hand for a moment before letting it hang loosely at his side, looking up at the ceiling in silence.
Gon just stayed that way until the hot water ran out, his mind racing with the implications...
~*~
Footsteps echoed loudly along the hallway, the imported marble contributing to the volume of each footfall. It was wide and spacious despite its location, deep underground and far from prying eyes. The walls were lined with the paintings of long-dead artists, their price a mere pittance to the owners.
He strode down the path with confidence borne of the mastery of this place, unhurriedly walking toward his destination. With their mother's blessing and their father and grandfather on an extended mission he wasn't about to miss the opportunity. It had been a long wait, but everything was falling into place, there was no need to rush. Reaching the end of the hallway, a pair of men dressed in black bowed, the twin doors opening automatically.
"Good morning, Illumi-sama."
Not even acknowledging their presence, Illumi Zoldyck stepped into the laboratory, the doors sliding shut behind him with a hiss.
"How goes the work?" the eldest of the Zoldyck children asked, emotionless, almost lifeless eyes scanning the room's interior before settling on his younger brother.
"As well as can be expected. Everything is on schedule," replied Milluki Zoldyck, looking up from the tablet computer he held in his hands and handing it to Illumi. He normally wouldn't risk his father's ire like he suspected he was with his current venture, but Illumi had been very persuasive. "He's taken to the drugs quite well, actually. Increased muscle tone, heightened reflexes, to say nothing of the boost to his Nen abilities. But keep in mind, without regular doses side-effects will start to manifest, and after a few days he'll start to deteriorate. And there's no way of reversing the damage once that starts." Illumi nodded absently. A small price to pay. It was, after all, for the sake of turning his precious little brother into the perfect assassin.
And if he got control of "it" somewhere along the way, all the better for him...
"And the other modifications?" The raven-haired assassin looked through the readouts on the tablet, everything seeming to be to his satisfaction. It was rare for Milluki to stay up like this with regards to work, usually reserving the honor for his countless computer games, unless it was something he enjoyed doing in the first place; he certainly appeared to have taken to his work here, at least. The fact he was also getting a sizeable amount of Jenny (and a limited edition action figure Illumi had been saving for just such an occasion) in exchange for his assistance probably helped.
"We'll be starting with the implants tonight. Which brings the question; how will we keep an eye on him?" the rotund Zoldyck asked, looking at one of the displays among the equipment in the room. "We're going to need some kind of video feed, I imagine."
"Actually, I was thinking I'd let *you* take care of that," Illumi said, handing him back the tablet. 'No need to deprive him of his fun...' Milluki practically beamed.
"I have the perfect thing!" he said, already looking through the various medical tools in the tray next to him with great enthusiasm. "It's a simple mod, should only take fifteen, twenty minutes."
"I'll leave you to it, then." With that the taller Zoldyck left the room, the two servants standing guard outside getting the same acknowledgement as they did when he arrived. He still had a search to get back to. Meanwhile, Milluki made his selection from the tray, settling on what appeared to be an ordinary corkscrew, the metal glinting in the room's artificial light.
"This'll be fun," he said laughing to himself lightly as he approached the operating table.
The nude figure upon it laid still, completely unmoving as Milluki approached, silent except for the sound of his breathing. Empty blue eyes stared blankly up at the operating lights above, emotionless and unblinking.
~*~
Three days.
He'd had breakfast after his shower, and he now wore his usual clothes sans jacket and boots, expecting company later that morning. Pale blue curtains kept the sunlight and prying eyes from seeing inside, the ceiling lights providing all the illumination he needed.
Gon Freecss sat silently atop the bed once more, cross-legged and breathing in a controlled rhythm. This was how he'd spent his time, meditation during the morning and before bed with afternoons for physical training, hitting the local gym and running a few laps around town. After nearly an hour like this, his shoulders drooped and he sighed in defeat, plopping himself down onto the soft sheets. This was the second time he'd attempted his morning meditation today, and this was the second time he'd failed.
"Damn..." For awhile he just stared at the ceiling, unable to focus due to the events of that morning. Confusion with his feelings for his friend kept creeping into the back of his mind. Why was he having these thoughts about him all of a sudden? And why now?
'What did they call it? 'Transference' or something...?' At first he tried to rationalize it away, tried not to dwell on it too much -- the whole introspection thing was never Gon's strong-suit. But the more he thought about it, the more it just felt... *right*.
"Do you love him?"
Alluka's voice echoed in his head. His face turned red at the thought.
"AGH! Stop overthinking things!" Gon said with a grunt of frustration, slapping both hands over his face and rolling around on the bed kicking his feet in the air. After awhile he stopped and took a deep breath, letting his hands splay out to the sides. Gon forced those thoughts aside for now; he still had a lot of work to do, he could figure things out later. He sat up, retaking his position and closing his eyes. He took a few deep breaths, in and out, emptying his mind of all distractions. Inhaling and exhaling in a regular rhythm Gon relaxed his body, his mind calm, and after nearly half an hour he finally reached a light meditative state, and he stayed like this for the next hour or so.
It had been three days now since he'd reached out to his old teacher. Three days since he'd sent that letter. Three days since he'd told him where he was staying. They were the longest three days of his life, but finally the wait was almost over. He'd received a reply just the night before in the form of a phone call. Wing will be arriving soon. Then he'll know if he has a chance. Still, his former teacher made no mention of whether he actually *was* going to help him or not, and that worried him a little. Wing *had* to agree to help; the success of his plan depended on it.
Suddenly Gon's eyes snapped open, focusing on the door a full second before he heard someone knocking.
He got up quietly and moved towards the door, taking care to step lightly. Once he reached the door he looked through the small peephole there, ready to leap back just in case. Seeing some familiar faces on the other side, Gon broke into a wide grin.
"Wing-san! Zushi!" A few clicks had the door opened to receive his guests. Gon stood at attention towards Wing and bowed respectfully, the bespectacled man responding with a bow of his own, his usual polo shirt and pants get-up still looking as though he'd just been roused from sleep. "Thank you so much for coming!" He turned to the boy beside him, the white gi he wore not having a trace of dust anywhere on it, clasping the young apprentice's hand in his own. The handshake turned into a test of each other's grip, the muscles in the two boys' arms tensing as their grip tightened around the other's. "You're looking good!"
"Thank you. You seem to be doing fine as well, Gon-san," Zushi replied with just the faintest hint of strain in his voice. They kept at it for a few more seconds, but before the competition really started to hurt the two relinquished their grip with a laugh, giving each other a bow of respect.
Turning back to his former teacher Gon stepped aside to let them pass. "Please, come in. You must be tired from your trip. I'll take those," he said, taking his visitors' bags and placing them atop the desk.
"Gon-kun," Wing began, calling for the spiky-haired boy's attention. He extended his right hand, handing the object it held to Gon. "Before anything else, I just wanted to give you this..."
"A cellphone strap...? Wow! A foxbear!" Gon said excitedly, taking the plastic trinket from the taller male with a wide smile on his face.
"...And this."
Without warning, the Assistant Master slammed his right fist into the back of Gon's head, the boy seeing stars from the sudden, jarring impact. Even Zushi was caught by surprise.
"W-Wing-san?!"
"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?!?!"
~*~TO BE CONTINUED...~*~
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CHAPTER NOTES: I hope you guys liked the little bit at the start; I've always had an easier time writing that sort of, uh... *stuff*. All things considered though, this chapter turned out a bit better than I expected. Hopefully I can keep this pace up for the next one. Thanks for reading!
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Chapter 04: Dreams X and X Nightmares
By: Nobuhiko Satori
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AUTHOR'S NOTES: Next chapter up! The plot should be picking up in another couple of chapters, I just hope my planned buildup doesn't wind up taking too long. That said, on to Chapter Four!
WARNING: Before you go any further, please be warned that this is a yaoi fanfic. That is, it is about a romantic and/or sexual relationship between males. And please note that this fanfic will contain violent and disturbing imagery, as well as graphic and explicit sexual situations. Do not continue reading if any of this offends you in any way.
DISCLAIMER: The story contained within this fanfic is the sole property of the author. Hunter X Hunter and all related characters and trademarks are the sole property of Shueisha/Madhouse/Yoshihiro Togashi, and all other trademarks mentioned herein are the sole property of their respective copyright owners, and the author makes no claims as to owning them. This fanfic is made purely for entertainment purposes only and is completely non-profit. No copyright infringement is intended.
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LEGENDS KEY:
"Text" = speech
'Text' = thoughts, quotations in speech
*Text* = italics, emphasis
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He stood atop a small hill, a cooling breeze blowing gently around him as he watched the white clouds above, the sun just partially hiding behind one of them. The grass was crisp beneath his feet, their verdant green surrounding him between here and the treeline. He didn't have a single stitch of clothing on him, not that he minded, as it allowed those familiar arms to wind around him, pulling him into a tight embrace.
He'd been here before, more than once, but each time felt like it was the first, feeling shy at the intimate contact of another bare body pressing up against him. And when those soft lips fell upon his skin, he couldn't hold back the gasp that escaped him, a light blush coloring his cheeks. A slick tongue danced on his skin for a moment, before that mouth descended again, this time on that spot just behind his ear, drawing a keening cry from his throat.
Before he knew it he was being slid down onto the soft grass, soft kisses and playful touches flitting across his skin pulling more cries from him. His hands found soft silvery hair, holding the other close as that tongue found and teased at a pert nipple, that hot mouth closing on the pink bud. Bodies moved against each other in a sensual dance, just teasing at first but slowly getting more and more insistent. Somehow he gathered enough of himself to pull the other away from him for a moment, looking the other in the eye as he spoke.
"Please, kiss me."
Enchanting blue eyes shone, gracing him with a smile before he felt those lips against his own...
~*~
Gon's eyes snapped open, pulled from his sleep by the obnoxiously loud beeping of the alarm clock. His breathing was uneven, a light sheen of sweat on his lightly-tanned skin despite the cool breeze from the air conditioner. A bright blush was streaked across his face, a result of what he'd just experienced.
'That dream again...'
After a few moments calming himself down he slapped the alarm clock's button, silencing the annoying device and sat up, throwing the covers back. It was then that he noticed the obvious wet spot in the front of his underwear, feeling a familiar stickyness under the fabric, his face reddening even more.
"Dammit...!"
He jumped off the bed and stripped off the offending material, heading towards the bathroom, and it was only a few minutes later that he was standing under the shower head. The hot water beat down on his lithe, muscular form as he braced himself on the wall, mind swimming from what had just happened.
Gon was no stranger to wet dreams -- he was a teenager, after all. But where the rest were only faintly remembered images when he woke up, this was one he always recalled having the next day. He'd been having it for months now, always leaving behind an ache in his loins, the sensations strong and clear. Strangely his dream had yet to move beyond just talented hands and a skillful mouth assaulting him, lustful eyes filled with sinful, unspoken promises of more when he was ready. And while he couldn't quite make out who it was in his dream, whoever it was felt so familiar...
But this time was different. It had never been this clear, this damn *vivid* before, the experience so intense it was almost as if it was happening for real. Even now he throbbed with desire, his need hard and heavy between his legs and begging for attention, his cheeks stained a bright shade of red.
Gon was quite aware of girls, had been since before he even left Whale Island for the Hunter Exam. And more than once he'd wondered what it would be like to make love with one, to lose himself between the legs of some cute, shy virgin girl his age, or the mouth of an older, more experienced woman oozing sexuality. But after this particular dream first came to him, he just couldn't quite see them the same way as before. He still found them pretty, for sure -- attractive, even -- but none of them seemed to measure up to his dream lover, even though he didn't know who it was. Until now.
'Killua...'
Honestly the thought had never even occurred to him, the thought of having sex with another guy, let alone his best friend.
Gon was no stranger to his own hands, either -- he was a healthy boy, after all. It was something he did on rare occasions just because it felt nice, a little indulgence for himself whenever he got too stressed or boredom got the better of him. But where before he didn't have a specific fantasy in mind, this dream had quickly become the one he always went to whenever he needed a good, hard orgasm or two.
Before he knew it his left hand had found his cock, stroking himself from root to tip pulling sharp gasps from his throat, his attempts to keep quiet failing with each upstroke. He was slow at first, eyes half-closed and biting his lower lip, steadily picking up the pace as the sensations steadily built in his gut. He'd pause every now and then, fingers playing with the sensitive head before starting up again. A scant few minutes of this and he wanted more, releasing himself just long enough to reach for the soap and lather up his hand, before pleasuring himself anew, giving a relieved sigh at the faster pace.
"Aaahhn..... Hahhh...! Mmmhh...!" In time he was losing himself in that fantasy again, small pleasured cries escaping him. His right hand clenched against the tiled wall while he watched his left slide along his throbbing maleness, slickened with soap and leaking precum, hips thrusting to his rhythm. His movements by now were fast and brutal, his body already at the edge and desperate for release, his eight-inch cock hardening even more in his hand. But he still needed that last push. "K-Killua...!"
His mind flashed with visions of a soft, silvery-white mane and brilliant, sapphire-blue eyes burning with desire. A lithe, muscular body pressed against his, searing lips repeatedly branding his skin while a skillful hand tugged and pumped at his hardness, thumb toying with that smooth pink head, and with a strangled gasp Gon was messily spilling himself all over the shower wall, each hard pulse in his gut splattering his thick essence onto the tiled surface, only to be washed away just a few seconds later.
Catching his breath Gon rested his forehead against the tiled wall, the rush slowly abating from his body. Limply he turned and leaned against the wall on his left, staring at his soiled hand for a moment before letting it hang loosely at his side, looking up at the ceiling in silence.
Gon just stayed that way until the hot water ran out, his mind racing with the implications...
~*~
Footsteps echoed loudly along the hallway, the imported marble contributing to the volume of each footfall. It was wide and spacious despite its location, deep underground and far from prying eyes. The walls were lined with the paintings of long-dead artists, their price a mere pittance to the owners.
He strode down the path with confidence borne of the mastery of this place, unhurriedly walking toward his destination. With their mother's blessing and their father and grandfather on an extended mission he wasn't about to miss the opportunity. It had been a long wait, but everything was falling into place, there was no need to rush. Reaching the end of the hallway, a pair of men dressed in black bowed, the twin doors opening automatically.
"Good morning, Illumi-sama."
Not even acknowledging their presence, Illumi Zoldyck stepped into the laboratory, the doors sliding shut behind him with a hiss.
"How goes the work?" the eldest of the Zoldyck children asked, emotionless, almost lifeless eyes scanning the room's interior before settling on his younger brother.
"As well as can be expected. Everything is on schedule," replied Milluki Zoldyck, looking up from the tablet computer he held in his hands and handing it to Illumi. He normally wouldn't risk his father's ire like he suspected he was with his current venture, but Illumi had been very persuasive. "He's taken to the drugs quite well, actually. Increased muscle tone, heightened reflexes, to say nothing of the boost to his Nen abilities. But keep in mind, without regular doses side-effects will start to manifest, and after a few days he'll start to deteriorate. And there's no way of reversing the damage once that starts." Illumi nodded absently. A small price to pay. It was, after all, for the sake of turning his precious little brother into the perfect assassin.
And if he got control of "it" somewhere along the way, all the better for him...
"And the other modifications?" The raven-haired assassin looked through the readouts on the tablet, everything seeming to be to his satisfaction. It was rare for Milluki to stay up like this with regards to work, usually reserving the honor for his countless computer games, unless it was something he enjoyed doing in the first place; he certainly appeared to have taken to his work here, at least. The fact he was also getting a sizeable amount of Jenny (and a limited edition action figure Illumi had been saving for just such an occasion) in exchange for his assistance probably helped.
"We'll be starting with the implants tonight. Which brings the question; how will we keep an eye on him?" the rotund Zoldyck asked, looking at one of the displays among the equipment in the room. "We're going to need some kind of video feed, I imagine."
"Actually, I was thinking I'd let *you* take care of that," Illumi said, handing him back the tablet. 'No need to deprive him of his fun...' Milluki practically beamed.
"I have the perfect thing!" he said, already looking through the various medical tools in the tray next to him with great enthusiasm. "It's a simple mod, should only take fifteen, twenty minutes."
"I'll leave you to it, then." With that the taller Zoldyck left the room, the two servants standing guard outside getting the same acknowledgement as they did when he arrived. He still had a search to get back to. Meanwhile, Milluki made his selection from the tray, settling on what appeared to be an ordinary corkscrew, the metal glinting in the room's artificial light.
"This'll be fun," he said laughing to himself lightly as he approached the operating table.
The nude figure upon it laid still, completely unmoving as Milluki approached, silent except for the sound of his breathing. Empty blue eyes stared blankly up at the operating lights above, emotionless and unblinking.
~*~
Three days.
He'd had breakfast after his shower, and he now wore his usual clothes sans jacket and boots, expecting company later that morning. Pale blue curtains kept the sunlight and prying eyes from seeing inside, the ceiling lights providing all the illumination he needed.
Gon Freecss sat silently atop the bed once more, cross-legged and breathing in a controlled rhythm. This was how he'd spent his time, meditation during the morning and before bed with afternoons for physical training, hitting the local gym and running a few laps around town. After nearly an hour like this, his shoulders drooped and he sighed in defeat, plopping himself down onto the soft sheets. This was the second time he'd attempted his morning meditation today, and this was the second time he'd failed.
"Damn..." For awhile he just stared at the ceiling, unable to focus due to the events of that morning. Confusion with his feelings for his friend kept creeping into the back of his mind. Why was he having these thoughts about him all of a sudden? And why now?
'What did they call it? 'Transference' or something...?' At first he tried to rationalize it away, tried not to dwell on it too much -- the whole introspection thing was never Gon's strong-suit. But the more he thought about it, the more it just felt... *right*.
"Do you love him?"
Alluka's voice echoed in his head. His face turned red at the thought.
"AGH! Stop overthinking things!" Gon said with a grunt of frustration, slapping both hands over his face and rolling around on the bed kicking his feet in the air. After awhile he stopped and took a deep breath, letting his hands splay out to the sides. Gon forced those thoughts aside for now; he still had a lot of work to do, he could figure things out later. He sat up, retaking his position and closing his eyes. He took a few deep breaths, in and out, emptying his mind of all distractions. Inhaling and exhaling in a regular rhythm Gon relaxed his body, his mind calm, and after nearly half an hour he finally reached a light meditative state, and he stayed like this for the next hour or so.
It had been three days now since he'd reached out to his old teacher. Three days since he'd sent that letter. Three days since he'd told him where he was staying. They were the longest three days of his life, but finally the wait was almost over. He'd received a reply just the night before in the form of a phone call. Wing will be arriving soon. Then he'll know if he has a chance. Still, his former teacher made no mention of whether he actually *was* going to help him or not, and that worried him a little. Wing *had* to agree to help; the success of his plan depended on it.
Suddenly Gon's eyes snapped open, focusing on the door a full second before he heard someone knocking.
He got up quietly and moved towards the door, taking care to step lightly. Once he reached the door he looked through the small peephole there, ready to leap back just in case. Seeing some familiar faces on the other side, Gon broke into a wide grin.
"Wing-san! Zushi!" A few clicks had the door opened to receive his guests. Gon stood at attention towards Wing and bowed respectfully, the bespectacled man responding with a bow of his own, his usual polo shirt and pants get-up still looking as though he'd just been roused from sleep. "Thank you so much for coming!" He turned to the boy beside him, the white gi he wore not having a trace of dust anywhere on it, clasping the young apprentice's hand in his own. The handshake turned into a test of each other's grip, the muscles in the two boys' arms tensing as their grip tightened around the other's. "You're looking good!"
"Thank you. You seem to be doing fine as well, Gon-san," Zushi replied with just the faintest hint of strain in his voice. They kept at it for a few more seconds, but before the competition really started to hurt the two relinquished their grip with a laugh, giving each other a bow of respect.
Turning back to his former teacher Gon stepped aside to let them pass. "Please, come in. You must be tired from your trip. I'll take those," he said, taking his visitors' bags and placing them atop the desk.
"Gon-kun," Wing began, calling for the spiky-haired boy's attention. He extended his right hand, handing the object it held to Gon. "Before anything else, I just wanted to give you this..."
"A cellphone strap...? Wow! A foxbear!" Gon said excitedly, taking the plastic trinket from the taller male with a wide smile on his face.
"...And this."
Without warning, the Assistant Master slammed his right fist into the back of Gon's head, the boy seeing stars from the sudden, jarring impact. Even Zushi was caught by surprise.
"W-Wing-san?!"
"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?!?!"
~*~TO BE CONTINUED...~*~
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CHAPTER NOTES: I hope you guys liked the little bit at the start; I've always had an easier time writing that sort of, uh... *stuff*. All things considered though, this chapter turned out a bit better than I expected. Hopefully I can keep this pace up for the next one. Thanks for reading!
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