Macabre Dreams

Dream Five: Of Spoons, Skirts & Secrets

I groaned, clutching my stomach as I rolled over. That stupid girl had a good kick, I'd give her that much. The dull ache was keeping me from falling asleep.

Sitting up with a sigh, I watched the steady rise and fall of the chest beside me. Up, down, up, down.

While we'd been gone, that Neon girl had come in and somehow stolen two of the beds. I should have suggested we sleep on the floor instead of sharing the beds between the four of us. I might've taken the 'act innocent' thing a tad too far, as I wasn't sure if I could keep myself from slicing open that wonderfully pale neck. Imagine, blood spilling out as I cut that skin like paper. Crimson slowly painting little rivers across cooling flesh.

No.

I caught my hand. Not yet.

If I killed one of them now, it'd be too difficult to escape all suspicions. I had to remain innocent to these brats. For the sake of killing the one who made him leave.

XXX

Leorio yawned loudly, trying to keep his bag from dragging along the ground. Blinking sleepily, he watched the limo drive away from where it had just dropped them off. Killua smirked up at him when he caught his eye, "Oi, Ojii-san! You look like an old man with those bags under your eyes!"

"Shut up." He muttered half-heartedly, slumping further as he watched Gon run ahead of them. "Coffee...I need coffee..."

This was too much. This was all way too much.

He had just spent a night in a mansion - a freaking mansion! Despite having to share a bed with an overly paranoid blond, the pillow had more than made up for that. It wasn't like the bed was all that small either. It was heaven or at least something very close to that. Leorio yawned again.

The effects of the comfy bed had all gone to waste as soon as they'd gotten up. Maids and butlers, as well as all the girls from the sleepover, had been running around making a lot of noise long before any morning alarm had gone off. They'd all been too worked up to properly explain what was going on. It was Neon herself who decided to break down in front of their questioning.

After the Nostrade's dinner party had ended, the staff had gotten to work on cleaning up. No one had expected to find more of a mess inside of the cleaning supply closet than in the halls.

Shivering, Leorio tried to discreetly scoot further from Killua as they walked. Finding a dead girl on the night of their stay at the mansion, as well as the blackmail shot, was fueling a large amount of evidence against the younger. It was all based on assumption, of course, but Leorio wasn't about to take any chances.

Kurapika shot him an annoyed glare, shifting uncomfortably when their arms brushed.

"What?" He bumped purposely against the blonde's shoulder.

"Stop being so...so touchy!" Clutching his books tighter to his chest, he quickly turned to look forward again.

Leorio huffed, not moving away to avoid getting closer to the number one candidate on his murderer list (because all sane teenagers kept a murderer list). "It was an accident, jeesh."

"Blondie's just like that because we all woke up to the beautiful picture of you being the big spoon around his butt." Said possible-murderer snickered.

Gon chose that moment to spin around and nearly decapitate them with the bag swinging in his hand. "Ne, ne! You didn't even wake up when Pika-chan screamed and became a tomato!"

"Gon, it's -kun."

"Huh? No, Killua! It's-"

"Gon."

Leorio looked back towards the source of the small whimper, very much confused. It might've been the lighting, or the stress, but whatever it was, it was messing with the eldest's mind. A lot. As in, suddenly he was developing a habit of picturing his very much male classmates with pretty clothes and long hair.

The rest of the conversation was lost on him. Words continued to spill from pouty and glossy lips, long blond strands framed darkly lined eyes. A dust of pink highlighted high cheekbones and a skirt swayed in the breeze...

Oh god, Kurapika in a skirt.

"Kurapika, I need to talk to you!"

Killua and Gon exchanged a surprised glance, watching Leorio drag their fourth member around the corner.

"Well then." He scoffed quietly. "I'll see you later." Hands in his pockets, Killua turned down the hall to get to his locker and completely missed the small giggle behind him.

XXX

Classes were boring. They'd always been that way and nothing was ever going to change that. Killua readily accepted that.

But did the teacher really have to do all in his power to make it as boring as humanly possible?

"I don't care about European history!" Fingers tugging at his hair, he leaned as far away from the papers as his chair allowed. Without glancing up, his partner muttered a quick 'shut up' and continued writing. Killua pouted, "I don't care anymore. You do it."

"I'm not filling out your half. If you get a zero, it's on you."

"Whatever." Glancing out the window, Killua noticed a cherry blossom petal caught in the frame. His pout slowly dissolved in a frown as his eyes turned hard.

A splash of red against the blonde's hands as he ran.

A murder victim found in said boy's home.

Not to mention he was awfully nervous about something throughout their whole stay.

What are you hiding, Kurapika?

The legs of the chair scraped against the floor as he got up. Before the teacher could yell at him, Killua pushed open the window, releasing the petal in the process.

Caught in the breeze, it twisted and folded in on itself. Slowly falling victim to gravity.

A head of dark, gelled hair stormed out of the building, heading with rushed steps to the parking lot. Killua watched amusedly until he could no longer see the man's reddened ears and awkward posture.

"Leorio totally embarrassed himself." He snickered.

TBC...

Yuuki: O.O guys, guys, I swear I didn't even notice that it's almost been a year since I updated...ah, I'm sooo sorry! I wrote the first part like a year ago, too...Not to mention that I lost my outline (didn't make a new one on dim hope I'll find it) so I'm kind of iffy on writing this, cuz I'm scared that I've forgotten some little detail and I'll somehow throw off the whole plot because of it...

Killua: Go watch HXH again, your characterizations are horrible

Yuuki: *sniffle* shut up...it's been like...2-3 years since I watched it *sniffle* /has only watched two episodes of new anime/

Killua: pfft

Gon: Review please :D

Yuuki: sorry for belated/short chapter. *goes off to sleep for the first time in two days*