Personalities in the Dark

• CHAPTER 1 •

A New Place

Personalities in the Dark

"Damn," he huffed. His muscles trembled and his legs fought the limps towards the front. His arms were almost numb and the trickling sweat on his nape tickled his sensitive pale skin. The crate is heavy, but Killua throws it at the last moment before it falls from his screaming arms. 

"Ah, done." He wiped the sweat and took a look at the new and messy apartment. Deep inside, his heart's been aching because of leaving their old house — the house that Gon named 'a rat's pussy.'

The house had no room to swing a cat, but it was homey. Killua loved it despite how secluded that area was. 

Suddenly, he was awakened by a new floor thud. He looked down to his right, to the new fresh crate, bigger than the wooden one he was holding. "This is the last one, yeah?" Hot like fire, yet soft like a breeze, Gon voiced.

Killua turned to the apartment, to the spacious rooms all facing him, with endless doors that enticed fear in him, but he didn't admit it. He just shrugged. "I guess. Only kitchen supplies are left in the truck."

Gon turned back, "I'll go get them. Where is Elie?"

"Probably investigating the new place," Killua answered. Despite how nonchalant it looked, Gon's question did align with Elie's sudden absence. He waded through the thrown crates, garbage bags, and cartoons towards the middle of the untidy living room. "Elie?" 

A boy, around 10 years old, popped his head out of the kitchen doorway. His black straight hair swayed violently and his light blue eyes were squished by his chubby cheeks when he grinned at Killua's curious look. "I found an attic!" Elie raved.  "It's small, but I want it to be my room!"

Killua stepped over some of the wrapped stuff and went over to his adopted son. He went to the kitchen, following the outrageous child to see 'the truly amazing kitchen attic.' 

"See!?"

"Elie…" If Gon was here, he'd give it a name as close as to the rat's pussy because of how tight and small it is. "This thing is to store stuff in, Elie. It's not even a room. You need a ladder to climb that shit."

He didn't give his son a second glance before turning towards the sudden sound of shuffling. Finally, Gon appeared at the kitchen door, hands full of white plastic bags. The stuff in them is neatly wrapped in nylon. "Kitchen supplies, done."

Killua went through, helped him put the sacks on the counters and the island, then both of them rested on the kitchen table. "Pizza?" After a long silence between them, Killua asked. Elie, behind them, jumped excitedly. "Yes!"

However, Gon's eyes never wavered, nor did Killua's. They were connected, truths are speaking. Conversations that Elie still wouldn't understand. Until a minute later, Gon dared take a closer move. He grabbed Killua's hand, head close to the middle of the round and puny table, "I promise, our life will be better tenfold. Just trust me, alright?"

Killua wanted to purse his lips, to curse Gon out, but he refrained from doing it. Instead, he pressed his lips together, only his eyebrows knitted compulsively.

"See? The apartment is spacious, luxurious, and more benefits are to come if I do well in my job, yeah?" Gon's lips stretched. The smile, as awkward as it was, was barely visible before it faded under the endless concerns on Gon's face. "It's all a matter of time for us to adjust here… and…"

"It's fine." Killua pulled his hand away. He rested backward, almost half lying on his chair. "I'm fine." He reminded Gon, but he couldn't face him. His tone was full of exhaustion, and he's sure Gon could catch the impatient tone in his lover's voice.