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[blueser]

"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?"

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[trypanophobic]

[Killua's shoulders hike, giving Blue a withering look.]

Sheesh, I got it, [he reiterates tensely. he of course feels bad, but is also getting tired of repeating himself. it's embarrassing. he pinkies his ear.] I don't think I can talk for you. I didn't mean to. Haven't I already said so...? [he understood, he was sorry, it wasn't his intention. cyclical.

the description of someone determined who charges into things without thinking... well, Killua supposes those types are everywhere, maybe. his posture deflates out of its defensiveness, the emotional exhaustion sinking in. mostly because he's thought of Gon now, too.]

Sorry. About that, and that things didn't go well.

[blueser]

[Blue’s mouth presses together hard, trying to be firm in his insistence- but it melts away. Both from Killua’s obvious exhaustion, and because......]

[With that out of the way, there’s nothing left but his own exhaustion, his own frustration, and the pain the encounter dug up and left behind.]

[They mirror each other, but maybe not for the same reasons, the way rigid defensiveness deflates and leaves them raw and hurting. Blue wants someone he can talk to. He wants to trust Killua with himself in this delicate state, because otherwise, it’s just himself alone and angry and spiraling in his despair, just like he had that month. It isn’t like he ever wanted to face things alone that way- there just wasn’t any other option. There was no one.]

[The feelings, buried down all this time, bubble up out of him, eyes swelling and threatening to spill over in the darkness, and they bubble up around him, too. A puddle nearby them at the side of the street begins to roil, and turn black, boiling ichor containing all those negative emotions within him, and rivers of it run out between the spaces in the cobblestone.]

...Why doesn’t he ever understand... [He mumbles softly, voice thick and cracking with sorrow, and he quickly brings a hand up against his eyes, a useless hold against the breaking dam.]

[trypanophobic]

[Killua's a little surprised—by the boiling puddles, at least, and it takes him a moment to realize exactly what's happening there. he's less surprised, however, by the creeping despair and the culmination of Blue's frustration.

his jaw sets a little, remembering in NGL when Gon had broken down in front of him, a wreck of tears in frustration and failure. how he'd cried off and on for a couple of hours as they were transported to their destination together, Gon on the floor, and Killua on the bench they were intended to sit on in the truck back, simply watching him. his heart hurt for his friend the entire ride, but he didn't want to slight his stinging wounds due to the nature of his state. affirming someone's pain too directly is like calling out someone's weakness, sometimes...

but Killua feels like this might be a little different. to his question, Killua of course has nothing to say. he's familiar with that frustration, too—but Gon also understands him plenty, and they'd finally worked out that miscommunication tonight anyways... and even if he could impart some indication of relating, Killua's not trying to make this about himself.]

Hey...Let's—sit down for a minute.

[blueser]

[Blue is too worked up in his own worries to see the way Killua’s brows pinch looking at him, or the way his discomfort seeps through either at whatever it is he recognizes in him, or having to deal with it. Maybe if he wasn’t so stuck in his own spiral, but as it is, he breathes in deeply and glances up at Killua, his jaw wobbling, tears trying to spill out... and he just takes what’s being offered to him at face value. He’s too self absorbed to examine it, at the moment.]

...Okay...

[He feels emotionally tenderized. Now that his guard is down, he’s more agreeable... relatively.]

[He pushes off the side of the building he’s slumped against, and hands in pockets begins to wander off towards an area of stonework walls around a nearby building low enough to sit on. The rivers of ichor slow, chasing their heels a little, bit eventually die out as they walk away from it.]

[Blue slumps down on the stone fencing and lets out a slow, shuddered breath, seeping down into his exhaustion in quiet.]

...Sorry.... Sorry, I can’t control myself when.... [He trails off, jaw setting and muscles tending again.]

[trypanophobic]

[as they settle, Killua actually begins to relax a little bit. it feels like the tense, conflicted part is over—even if Blue has his own aspects of turmoil, that as a solitary factor is a little easier to deal with.]

Don’t worry about it, [Killua responds almost immediately, his palms against the stone of the ledge they sit on, eyes politely on nothing in particular on the darkness before them. but he does soon after glance at Blue—briefly.]

...It’s unfair to expect perfect control from anybody when they’re in pain. It doesn’t bother me.

[blueser]

[His jaw works at the dismissal, but he still seems unsatisfied, somehow. Still, he doesn’t prod at it again. If he was so bothered, he wouldn’t dismiss it so easily, right?]

[Blue sits in quiet for a little bit, rolling thoughts over in his head, but he doesn’t know what to say. He doesn’t know what he wants to say- he’s never been in this situation before, where there was someone he could talk to, someone he really wanted to talk to about this. And even then, there’s so much to him and Red that he wouldn’t know where to start anyway.]

[He squirms a little, rubbing one of his arms, as he gathers thoughts.] ...You can ask me. [He decides, stealing an awkward glance of his own.] Whatever you’re wondering about all that.

I don’t.... really know what to say about it. It’s hard to know....

[trypanophobic]

[Killua isn't anticipating being put in this position. he blinks, almost catching Blue's eyes when he turns to catch his glance just as he looks away. where to begin? especially since it's a touchy subject—even if he could narrow it down to just one question, which one does he pick??

he leans back on his palms a little bit.]

...How long has it been? Since you guys were friends, I guess.

[blueser]

[Blue leans his head back to stare up at the sky, and gives a little scoff of amusement. Of course a difficult to answer one, right away- but then, most of the questions he could ask were difficult.]

Red would probably give a different answer from me. [He muses, eyes squinting as he considers it.] ....I guess I would say we were about 8 or 9 when-- around the time that things began to ....change.

[His mouth twists, a considerate pause-] Things had begun to change for a long time already.... But I never thought they would change between us until then.

It's not like you have to take a test or anything to get your trainer's license- that's on your 11th birthday- unless you plan to enter a trainer's school, those have entrance exams. But it's pretty normal that before then you start sort of studying things to prepare for your journey, if you plan on doing the League challenge. [Blue swings his feet idly as he talks.] Obviously cuz of gramps-- since I am who I am, none of that was necessary. I knew more than most experienced trainers twice my age when I was starting out. And of course Red was preparing for his too, so it was both of us hanging around the lab all the time....

[The bitterness becomes apparent immediately, in his tone and his expression.]

[trypanophobic]

Hmm...

[Killua tilts his head, closing his eyes as he listens. it's weird things have taken this turn, he thinks—that Blue is confiding in Killua after that thoughtless slip up, but it's not like Killua hasn't learned a lesson in that anyway. plus, it's not like he's looking a gift horse in the mouth.]

That's right. You guys knew each other all that time.

[he'd only known that much because of the comment about their mothers, really...he glances at Blue.]

I kinda relate to some of that...

[even though Killua didn't want to make this abou thim. sheesh. but sharing a little is okay, right?]

Gon and I only met when we were 12. I'm like you, but in the assassin trade—it was weird for me and Gon to be in the Hunter exam as such young kids, so I was immediately pulled to him. I'd never had a friend before, and I felt like he would probably be the kinda guy who could keep up with me...

I guess even before my own version of that kinda officiation, I was already a big deal; my family wanted me to inherit the business, but...

[his interests were more selfish. oriented around the heart. no matter how deep his coffers were, it didn't matter.]

...I wanted something softer.

[blueser]

[Perhaps it's strange- even stupid of him- but whatever else Killua may be, Blue had never felt that he was purposely malicious towards him once they got to know each other. It's that trust in his character that allows Blue to easily overshare just after what happened earlier. And maybe his longing for understanding overpowered his logic, a little, with his defenses lowered.]

[Blue glances to him, owlishly confused for a moment before he realizes what's meant. Oh. Of course. He hadn't considered that it didn't go without saying- that ...they'd always been together.] ... Yeah. Red and I were next-door neighbors, growing up. Our moms were friends, so. [He presses his lips together, and that's all he says on that. He quickly lets the subject change again as Killua opens up.]

[He listens, and wonders what it must be like to grow up without anyone else to play with or talk to. Probably like what he feels now, but he thinks it must be different, never having had that, from how it feels to have had and lost.]

They really have confidence in you, huh. Your family.

[It sounds a little... envious.]

[trypanophobic]

[of course, that isn't totally true. Killua had Alluka to play with and talk to, but it's not quite the same as growing up with another boy your age—Killua doesn't relate to Alluka quite the same way as Gon. it's not bad, just different.]

Mm. So much that they wanted me to be the heir instead of my older brothers.

[Killua has no awareness for how this subject in particular is bruising for Blue—but he'll learn in time, probably...]

...Sorry, though. That really sucks. To be honest...

[Killua scowls, his cheeks pinkening. his feelings for Gon and Blue's feelings for Red were... probably different, he thinks. with Gon, no matter how you categorize anything, his initial facilitation in friendship was utter infatuation. quick and dizzy, and then so tight—not something so long term...

that's why it's so complicated, probably.]

No. Nevermind. But—

[he glances at Blue, a little shyly. it's selfish, maybe, trying to draw comparisons for clarity in his own feelings. but to be fair, Killua has no idea what's normal in friendships... even now, he doesn't have a great idea of what boundaries are totally normal, even if intuitively, he's only just beginning to understand what is and isn't healthy.]

—is he... kind of like a brother to you? Growing up that close.

[blueser]

Oh.

[Blue's jaw sets tightly, and he almost looks a little irritated for a moment, but he lets it go, and latches back onto the subject purely of Red.]

[He squints at the question, initially giving a slightly disgusted look at the idea, but the more carefully he considers it.... It isn't a strange assumption to make, either. Growing up together from that young must be like a sibling to most people, right? And yet it had never felt that way. Not for him, anyway.]

[For Red, he couldn't say. But if he did, that would be ...heartbreaking, he thinks. Unsalvageable. For them to want two, such different things with each other... To view each other in such opposite ways... He wouldn't be able to endure it. It makes his stomach churn suddenly with never before considered anxiety.]

....No... [He answers slowly, brow furrowing.] Red's an only child, but I'm not. So I never.. Thought of it like that... And anyway, I always had Daisy. I guess cuz I have a sibling and we got a totally different kinda relationship, it felt different.

...Daisy raised me, mostly... So in that sense, our relationship was super different, too. It was more like Red's mom is? --I guess she's sort of aunt-like, but Red isn't like a cousin, either. I dunno. I never really thought about it before.

[But it's sure bothering him now that he is.]

[trypanophobic]

Hm.

[Killua glances away, also feeling a little sheepish and awkward.]

...I guess that's normal, right? I guess I thought it would basically feel the same, since besides Alluka, I never exactly had...friends. I felt differently about a couple of our butlers; I wanted them to be my friends, but it wasn't allowed.

[his heart squeezes awkwardly, his lip quirking tightly.]

I...guess I couldn't imagine it feeling that way with Gon, either.

[he fidgets.]

But he's an only child, and just—culturally, his life is so different.

[so maybe........ that's... why....]

[blueser]

[For a few moments, Blue stares at Killua strangely- like he's trying to understand what he's saying, or what he's getting at... He finally shrugs it off and decides he just might not be able to understand the same way.]

[But he also gives him a bit of a scrutinizing, knowing side-glance. With him and Gon, huh....]

He's one, huh.

I wonder...

[His eyes roll away and he trails off, but abruptly changes the subject again.] --Does it feel different? You know... um, making friends with someone.... You know... [He waves a hand, unsure how to word it] Just like, whenever. The way it feels, compared to, like...

Someone you always knew....

[Blue's eyes drop again, and he hopes his face isn't turning red. He wonders what it's supposed to feel like. The way Red makes him feel, the way ...Killua makes him feel.... Is it just normal for it to be this way??]

[trypanophobic]

[Killua feels a little taken aback by the reddening of Blue's face, only because it changes the context of his question.]

Well, uh... Like I said, I never had—a friend I always knew, just... family.

[Killua curls a finger in front of his pensive scowl.]

I...I might be the wrong person to ask, about that...

[and then, late, it's like it dawns on him.]

Man. None of us are really a good measure for that, I guess...

[meaning, of course, including Gon. Killua's eyes widen, his posture jumping a little bit.]

Wait, you would know better than me! What... what do you think?

[blueser]

Oh..........

[Blue mumbles, and goes quiet again, turning away.]

[This was weird. He'd rather just forget he said anything.]

[And then Killua turns it back on him. The bastard--!]

Wh--! I don't know! That's why I'm asking you!! [He snaps, a little loudly, face reddening further.] It's... I don't... It wasn't that different at all, really, so I... was trying to figure out if it was.... If it was just...

You know.... [He angrily presses his lips together. Dammit. He doesn't wanna talk about this anymore!]

--Forget that! What do you mean, your butlers or whatever?

[trypanophobic]

[it's not that different? oh jeez. so is he weird after all?

—ugh, it's pointless to wonder. he's definitely weird. Killua's similarly thankful when the subject is changed, even if he finds it sort of a weak deflection and he wishes he got a more sincere answer from Blue...]

H-huh? What about them?

I...I don't know, the Zoldyck family has always had butlers. It's a pretty lofty position; you have to be really powerful for the position, in addition to being professional, educated and all that stuff...

[blueser]

[Blue's eyes widen, glad for the distraction. Woah. He knew Killua had said his family were a big deal and all, in addition to being scary, but.... They sounded crazy wealthy, too.]

What, really? ....So your family is that rich...

[He muses, and of course his thoughts conveniently, gently sidestep the whole murder thing. Or try, anyway- until he mentions them being powerful.] I guess it makes sense, but what's the point of a bodyguard if you guys are all strong already?

[trypanophobic]

Yeah. To be honest, our wealth is ridiculous—but that never stops my family from taking insane jobs. I feel like we could probably all retire comfortably without running out of money, but we're all pretty used to the expendable income...

[Killua included. he was lousy at holding onto money.]

As for the Butlers—it saves us the hassle. They often would exterminate intruders way before they could get to our house—we have a lot of enemies, understandably...

Doesn't help the mountain we lived on was a tourist destination. Some dipshits would get some bright ideas semi frequently.

[blueser]

[Blue doesn't really know what to say to all this... It was kind of amazing. His family was well-off enough, and well-known, but they didn't really get crazy uninvited visitors or anything like that. There had been a bit of an uptick in tourists- both thanks to the Champion status of him and Red, along with gramps gaining more common popularity with his radio show these days- but nothing that he ever thought would require guards...]

[The wealth of his family is something else, too. It's easy to gullibly imagine what that was like, but.... and Killua alludes to it a little, maybe it wasn't all that rosey. He'd left, after all.]

[But Killua already told him about that.....]

I guess I can understand. I'm glad people that come to visit Pallet Town aren't that nuts... [He breathes out quietly.] ...Not that the person they were coming to see was around......

[Ah, right. Speaking of why they were out here.]

[trypanophobic]

[Killua is just some hairs shy enough to miss that context.

he leans forward curiously, peering at Blue. so their homes both kind of had tourist draws...?]

Mm?

[blueser]

[Blue side-glances back at Killua and then, seeing his confusion, his eyes lid with exhaustion again.]

Didn't I...? Maybe not.....

Precious lil' baby Red was the Champion, back then... until he went running with his tail between his legs, anyway.

[Blue's irritation, sharp and tired, grows.] Whether it was interviews, or visitors, or anything else, I don't know what they expected. It's not like he's celebrity material or anything. I don't know why he even--

....bothered. [Blue's mouth sets into a bitter frown, the anger and tension that he'd been distracted from all coiling right back up into him again.]

[He rubs his eyes. It's late.]

Whatever. Is that it?

[trypanophobic]

[he still doesn't totally get it—but piece by piece, things are coming together. he leans up a little when Blue asks that question, so cold and conclusive, but doesn't impede.]

—Ah, uh.

I mean, that's... up to you, I guess.

[Killua glances away, feeling anxious. he frowns. he doesn't even really know if Blue wants to come back. he'd understand wanting a few days, or something, but selfishly he hopes against it.]

...Either way, wherever you wanna go, I'll walk you there. I wasn't planning on sleeping, so I don't mind.

[blueser]

[Blue frowns at Killua's frown, and stares down at the ground again. He doesn't know what he wants to do, but--]

[Even if he's scared, even if his instincts are telling him to avoid hurt and go off on his own... He doesn't want to be alone. He's pretty sure of that. And it wasn't even really because of Killua that he wanted to run.]

[But it's uncomfortable, admitting something like that, even when he's done it before under the influence of the fog. Even if he knows Killua understands. He presses his lips together and hesitates, creeping cold in the air.]

I don't want you to do that to yourself. [And if he isn't doing it for Blue's sake, then why? He casts a glance towards Killua but it only makes it as far as his feet next to him, too cowardly to inch further up.]

[He reaches up to rub his eyes.] I don't know what I want.... [He admits softly, half-hearted. All he has right now are emotional urges, and those are bound to be regretted later when he's once again in a proper frame of mind.]

[Blue isn't sure whether it's more or less dangerous for him to be around Killua, right now, when he's like this.]

[trypanophobic]

That’s fine. You don’t have to know what you want, I guess. [Killua leans back.] And anyway, I can comfortably go without sleeping for a couple days. More assassin stuff.

[what he doesn’t mention, of course, is that he’s too tense and wound up to sleep anyway. between all the crazy shit Gon said, potentially reframing a LOT of Killua’s understanding of things, and this tension with Blue...]

...We don’t have to talk, either. We can just rest for a minute while you figure it out. I don’t have to be here, either— [he glances at Blue.] —if you don’t want me to be.

But like I said, I... really don’t mind.