It's not your fault - REWRITE

y'all look at where I'm writing from. Scenic Am I right?

God I got sidetracked feeding the ducks -soup after coming home from the pond and realizing I got next to nothing done

Killua's Pov

I made my way swiftly on my skateboard to the local convenience store, my only concern was to buy out their chocolate stock but my eyes landed on a figure just a bit ahead.

"Gon?" I said and he turned around sharply. My face contorted in confusion as he proved that it was him. "Uh? What the hell are you doing out here?" I asked and he looked like he was processing the question.

This stupid ass, but he is a little cute. I scoffed and rolled my eyes, but he just kept innocently staring back at me. I felt my cheeks heat and I adverted my eyes away from him. "Would you cut that out? Don't look at me like that..." I hissed and he looked down at his lap.

A few wordless seconds passed before he mumbled my name. He rolled the hem of his shirt in his hands, "I Uhm, where are we...hehe" he said with a nervous-looking smile.

I brought my palm to my face to make my disappointment apparent, "Gon, we're best friends and I adore you. But you're a certified idiot" I jokingly sneered at him.

His cheeks flushed in embarrassment and he stood, leaning against a tall tree shading the spot we were standing in. "Well, we're on Island Avenue, Ging's house a block or two over on Limeiro street. Better get going before you forget my directions and get lost again." I said to him and he briefly nodded before toddling away.

I gave his obvious limp no thought, just mounted my skateboard again and pushed off in the direction of the store.

No one's Pov

Gon's panting became softer as he stepped up to the door and fumbled for the keys in his pockets. He rested his body weight on his non-hurt leg, standing like a flamingo to reduce the pain.

The door clicked open and he supported himself on it while entering. The house was trashed with broke glass and still reeked of that stale combination of nicotine and beer. Disappointed but not surprised he scoffed a little and eased over mounds of sharp glass shards to reach the dusty couch.

He adjusted his position till he was as comfortable as he could get with an untreated bone break, shutting his tired eyes and trying to fall asleep. The repetitive tapping of fast-approaching footsteps disturbed his peace and he hazily sat up, only to find Ging leaning over the back of the couch with his eyes set on Gon.

He was shocked at the sudden appearance and gasped but calmed down when he realized who it was. "The hell were you at?" Ging grumbled.

"Trying to get help since you wouldn't" Gon hissed back, his tone trying to be aggressive but plagued by sadness.

Ging's hand flashed across Gon's cheek, his disapproving voice came after the sound of the impact. "You know what I hate? Kids who think that they can get everything from their parents. Kids who're so dependent that they think the world revolves around them. Kids like you." He said while tracing his fingers around Gon's neck, and then clamping his entire hand around his throat.

He let out a choked wheeze, sounding like a stuck pig's squeal. He kicked his feet and tugged on his father's hands, digging his nails into them trying to get him to release. His hands trembled and faltered as dark spots appeared over his vision and slowly got larger until they almost engulfed his sight in the darkness. 

The hands constricted him released and he fell to his knees, sputtering and coughing. His face wrinkled in confusion while turning to glare at Ging. He didn't have the words to voice his anger, but hissed out "What was that? What's wrong with you?!" To which Ging's cold gaze pierced him.

"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me you ask? Mind your manners you little bitch, I don't want to hear anything out you." He growled, his voice acidic and hands clenched in anger.

Gon felt that he needed to diffuse the severity of the situation, but felt frustrated and upset at the same time. With a final clearing of his throat, he limped his way to his "room".  He made sure to throw in a final "fuck you" by slamming the door hard enough to rock the hinges.

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Lmao, no happy killugon for y'all anymore. This'll be purely angst, beware what the future withholds.