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"Hello... Whatever... Don't worry about me. I'm doing peachy over here! I was just looking for something to do! Wanna battle me again?"
[telepathy | Pidgeot-mail]
"Hello... Whatever... Don't worry about me. I'm doing peachy over here! I was just looking for something to do! Wanna battle me again?"
[telepathy | Pidgeot-mail]
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[Killua raises his hands defensively, palms open as a gesture of non ill-intent.]
N-no, it's not that, I definitely... want to.
[when Killua clarifies this, he suddenly feels a resolve bubble up through him that makes him clench his fists earnestly.] I want to be your friend!
But... I'm not going to make you.
The truth is, back home, I come from a famous family of assassins. We don't have Pokémon, or much of anything like that, in my world. I've killed more people than you can imagine. I quit being an assassin, but that only means I stopped doing it for money; I've killed since then. Life for my title, and the culture around it, is brutal, but that doesn't change the fact that I'm a killer.
When I ran away from home, I renounced that life style; I rejected the notion that I had the soul of a killer, because I wanted friends... but I can never be someone like you.
[his eyes harden, a little.]
You're...really pure.
[the air around Killua is dense, cold and heavy; the weight of his remorse, and otherness, manifesting physically. hopefully this damn dragon doesn't eat him up for all this dangerous information, or the nature of Killua's deceit.
he legitimately didn't think Blue was this soft when they first met; he was so confidently calling Killua a loser, and in general being pretty ballsy... and it's not that Killua dislikes the reality of this boy, either.
he just doesn't see it fitting.]
Sorry. I usually tell people pretty freely right when I meet them, but something made me hesitate. That was selfish of me.
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[After that, it's hard for him to think about anything else.]
[For a long few moments as Killua speaks, he just watches, stares in wide-eyed silence, and it's hard to tell what kind of reaction he's having until slowly, he takes one step back, but then he seems to stop himself, physically tightening with the instinct to hide, or flee, but forcing himself not to.]
[What would win out in him, fear, or loneliness?] I don't...
[Blue quietly begins, voice shaking, but then he clamps down on that too. Ice spreads from underfoot, tiny sheets prickling with fear and apprehension.] But you... You don't want to do it anymore, right? You're not... doing it because you want to...?
[Is he just making excuses?? Trying to grapple with the weight of this mentally, try to equate the boy who has been so kind to him with this admission, a killer.]
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or how during the war with the chimera ants, who yes, were creatures, but were also people, he thought nothing of killing them.
that it was easy to slip back into his trained mindset, and just take lives because he could, or he was supposed to.
overall, Killua's reaction to Blue's stepping back, or the conjuring of ice at his feet... is cold itself. it hurts, but he can bear it. he just tries to shut it down, but the color around Killua, so subtly, dims.]
I don't necessarily want to.
[but he doesn't mind doing it. he almost killed Guzma.]
Sometimes, I have to.
...but probably not here, unless me or a friend's in trouble.
[in some ways, Illumi was right, Killua guesses. this is what Illumi meant. it makes him miss Gon.]
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[It's... not decisive, is it? And yet there's a longing there, and a resignation. Killua was his age... And already, he had this much on his conscience, had already decided that this was inevitable for him. It hurts Blue to think about, that he might have to do something so terrible when he doesn't want to, but also to consider that he might hurt someone because he does want to. He doesn't quite know how to handle it.]
[His fists, white knuckled, remain stuck at his sides, glancing at the ground where the ice tricks into the lakewater, cracks, and reforms as it crawls. His vision is blurring and he doesn't realize until he feels the tears rolling down, then sniffs, embarrassed, and hides his face away in his sleeve to wipe them. Gyarados shifts forward, pressing his face worriedly against Blue's body.]
I-- [Blue stumbles, laying his arms over Gyarados' snout to calm him, and fights with himself over what to say.] I want to be your friend....
[It comes out heartfelt, a painful admission of loneliness, and yet there's something else there. A 'But' remains, built into the hesitance at the end of that statement.] ...Is that okay... Even if I'm scared?
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when Blue says he wants to be Killua's friend, Killua's eyes widen with shock.]
You...
...want to?
[Killua feels his own eyes sting, glassy to his own surprise. no tears fully form, but he's surprised someone he's barely met can affect his feelings like this. but he's never had someone actively terrified of his background reach to him despite that. it's usually pretty black and white.]
...Of course that's okay.
And if you change your mind later... that's okay too.
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[Blue isn't sure what he expected- for Killua to be insulted, or reject him after all of this... but he timidly meets his wide eyed gaze with a held breath, hope bubbling in him.]
[Maybe it hasn't been long, but.. Blue has learned- certainly in this past month- that kindnesses can come in strange and scary packages, in confusing forms, and that maybe he should try and accept them where he can.]
[With a deep breath, he tries to step back towards Killua, picking his way across a couple steps, then pauses, unsure of what to do.] Being alone... is the worst. When you said that you were-- I-- [His head ducks again, face flushing] I didn't want to leave you all alone...
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he smiles, faintly.]
I'd be okay, you know. You don't have to make yourself uncomfortable because you don't want someone to be alone.
...but thanks, Blue. I'm not gonna pretend I'm not grateful.
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It's not good to force yourself to be alone... [He mumbles, feeling ashamed of himself.] Even though that's the easiest. I've been doing that all this time. It's just made everything worse.
[Blue reaches up to his face and rubs over it, exhausted from the day's tumultuous emotions once again, trying to will the shaking in him to calm.]
Sorry. I've been thinking about so many things today...
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but hey, that was over.]
What're you saying sorry for, dummy? I'm the one who's sorry for springing that on you.
Anyway, we're hanging out now, so you don't have to feel alone or either. Not that you won't have stuff on your mind later [also in part due to him...], but for now, let's just not think about anything.
You any good at skipping rocks?
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[He considers Killua's point and tries to take a deep little breath, and takes his subject change for the kindness it is.]
Am I any good, huh...?
[It's hard to act smug now when his eyes are still red with tears, but his mouth twists into a grin against his sorrowful grimace, and he reaches down to pick up a stone on the shore with a light toss in his hand.]
You saw me throw that ball before, right? [He holds the stone in his fist and punches it towards Killua, an over-dramatic and challenging point.] You better get ready to be beaten!
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[Killua reciprocates Blue's cocky expression.
he can do all kinds of stupid crazy shit to an unreasonable capacity due to the nature of his absurd canon... and is a darts champion! not exactly the same thing, but applicable.]
Let's do 2/3. Loser has to fulfill one command by the winner.
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[Gyarados rumbles curiously. Humans are confusing... But his boy didn't seem to be sad anymore, so he submerges himself into the lake with a splash and decides to take a swim while they putter around together.]
[Blue's eyes narrow at the waters as they even out slowly in the wake of Gyarados' splashing, waiting for the right moment in the waves before he draws his arm back, changing the way his fingers are positioned over the rock like a baseball player, and lets it rip with a surprisingly strong throw. It sails and skips across the water, a little spin to it pushing it along before it finally plops under the water a great deal away.]
[Turning back to Killua, he gives a little cocky salute.] Okay, beat that!
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Killua's eyebrows raise when the rock skips so far, looking genuinely shocked. he stares back at Blue with the same note of dumbfoundedness. this is a testament to the fact that if Blue just did anything with enough repetition, his body would probably be capable of more than he thinks... these trainers are so prone to praising their animals, but look at that shit!!! because of the dumb balls those animals are in, Blue can throw that far?! and well.
well, fine. Killua whistles, obviously impressed.]
Okay, I definitely did underestimate you off the bat. But I bet I can still beat you.
[Killua used to skip stones a lot at the lake near the mansion... usually with Canary. it's a nostalgic, fond activity. and because Zoldyck nonsense, stakes were always higher than they had any right to be, but that's what made it fun!
so Killua feels around for a rock he decides he likes, and he waits for similar stillness in the water in the wake of Blue's stone. similarly, he hurls it straight with a good spinning trajectory—it also goes a great distance, landing at least near Blue's rock.
Killua squints and scowls, narrowing his eyes as he lifts his hand, trying to measure the compared distance.]
Hmmm... Close...
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[He puts his hands on his hips as he loudly declares this, but his bluster is all smiles. He watches as Killua picks his stone up and takes aim, how he watches and waits for the right moment, and watches him throw. Hmmmm....]
I think I won. [Blue coyly murmurs, somewhere between sheepish and smug. He couldn't say his sheepishness wasn't a result of the conversation they'd just had, but... Maybe it was okay to push his luck a little.]
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as they judge, Killua's ended up on the balls of his feet, leaning forward. then, decided, he's flat on his feet again.]
Really...? No way.
[he crosses his arms.]
I think I beat you by about 2".
[Killua's expression lifts, and he looks towards Blue.] Maybe Gyarados can tell us?
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But, my Gyarados is a good guy! He'll know who won for sure. Gyaradooooos!
[He calls to the dragon, who has been snorkeling in the deeps of the lake and meeting some fishy pals. The dragon resurfaces after a few seconds with a burst of waves along the water's surface, and rumbles in inquiry.]
Gyarados, watch our contest and tell us who wins, alright!? [He's already reeling back for his second throw, tugging one sleeve up.] Go look and see which stone sank the furthest!
[Gyarados rumbles and re-submerges himself, and Blue waits expectantly for his return.]
Ah....I wonder if the stones are too small to pick up. [He suddenly hums, as an afterthought.] Oh well, winner of each round gets to throw second, right?
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Mm! [Killua nods, hands on his hips, and bends forward, looking for another good rock. he might have to go collect some...] That's true, he is big...but he's not dumb, right?
[Killua straightens up again, inspecting a rock. he squints at it. maybe not flat enough.]
Hard to tell, though, I guess... I mean, he's a dragon, but he's also kind of a fish?
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[Blue’s little rant is mercifully cut short by Gyarados bursting back out of the lake, sending waterspray everywhere- he waded closer to the shore where he towers over the two boys...only to let a small stone plop out of his huge, fishy-smelling mouth.]
[Blue rushes to examine the stone, squinting, then stands back up tall with a smug grin.] Oh, that’s definitely my stone! Good job, Gyarados! [To be honest, he doesn’t remember whose stone was whose......]