XP: There really isn't enough hunter x hunter fanfics! ):

To be honest, Hisoka X Killua and many ppl X Killua are my favorite pairings.

This fic can progress to be M rated if readers want it to be so.

I read the manga to the latest chapter, the chimera ant arc. Gon really seems to be neglecting Killua and hurting him quite a bit ): Thus I was inspired to write this story.

Thanks for reading!

***Start***

Hisoka had been watching the pair for a long time now. He watched them at the Heavens Arena, and he watched them at Greed Island. He continued to follow(stalk) them afterwards, awaiting their ripening. He couldn't wait to pluck those fruits! He shivered in pleasure just from thinking about it, licking his lips. No. He had to control himself... so he would regret it later.

Last time, he used to be sickeningly attracted to Gon, agile, wild little Gon, who was always so naive and innocent. Strangely, as he watched over Gon's progress, that sick fascination seemed to slowly diminish as Gon became more mature and stubborn. His eyes seemed to flit over to Killua instead. Cocky, mischievous little Killua, who was always grinning and protective over Gon, the streetsmart one of the pair. Now, Killua seemed to have lost that fiery spark, in his eyes instead a melancholic pool of sadness that drew people in. He tagged behind Gon all of the time, and watched Gon change into someone different, someone more selfish... and hurtful.

Killua often warned Gon against Gon against dangerous situations, and now, Gon often snapped at him in irritation, fueled by his wanting to find his Dad after always being so close, his patience wearing thin. He went ahead and ignored Killua. Hisoka liked that impulsive, of course, but he couldn't help but stare at that quietly hurt boy behind Gon.

He stared at the doll-like features, that porcelain white skin, snowy white locks, kissable plump lips and those oh-so-expressive eyes. Killua was like a fragile doll that needed protection, or perhaps a fallen angel of some sort, and Hisoka just couldn't help but to feel that craving of wanting Killua all to himself.

"I'm going! Ging might be there!" Gon shouted in frustration, causing that ever present hurt in Killua's eyes to intensify. They were in one of their usual fights. Fights Killua never won.

"But Gon! The hunter website said that hundreds of Hunters are killed on that island!" Killua protested weakly. "Remember how badly hurt you were last time?"

"I'm going no matter what! You can't stop me, Killua!"

The final sentence. Killua always gave up and followed Gon. He would give his life to his first friend after all. That was how important Gon was to him. However, Killua was tired of this. The never ending chase, the arguments, the injuries both he and Gon received. He was sick of danger and fighting and getting nothing in return except a snappy Gon.

"Fine! Go ahead then!" Killua snapped back equally harshly, turning away. "I'm washing my hands off you!"

Gon flinched, but his pride won through. "Fine! I'll search for my Dad myself!" He stormed off angrily, leaving Killua alone in the crowds of people. Killua continued to stand at the same spot blankly, until moving away mechanically.

When Hisoka found him again, Killuya was sobbing and hiccuping in the corner of an alley, sitting on the dirty floor with his knees drawn up to his chest.

"Killua."

Killua's head snapped up, grey eyes glistening wetly with tears. "Go away, you pervert," Killua burrowed his face back into his knees. "I don't have the mood to play with you."

Yes...Hisoka's urges were just as strong. They merely changed. He wished to fight Gon, but with Killua, it was a different kind of want. He wanted the boy beside him, like how the boy was always beside Gon. He wanted to be the one to receive those cheeky grins and warm smiles. He wanted to cradle and protect this beautiful fallen angel and make him his.

Hisoka quietly sat beside Killua, searching through his pockets, removing a lollipop. He offered it to Killua. Killua sniggered slightly at this despite his tears. Receiving candy from a perverted clown. A smile curved Hisoka's lips when Killua accepted it, removing the wrapper and plopping it into his mouth. Even as he sucked at the treat, tears continued to trickle down Killua's cheeks.

"What do you want, Hisoka?" Killua mumbled. "Gon's not here."

"Hmm~" Hisoka hummed thoughtfully. "Nothing really. I just wanted to cheer you up. Tears don't suit you."

Killua chuckled. Hisoka, of all people, cheering him up? What were the odds? He felt a gentle hand push his head down towards a sturdy shoulder. "Cry all you want, I'll be here for you." Hisoka offered.

Something snapped in Killua then, and he started to full-blown cry, releasing the stress and unhappiness he had collected for the past few months. Shudders wracked his body as he sobbed, and soon warm arms pulled him into a strong chest, enveloping him in a soothing embrace. Killua clutched at the cloth of Hisoka's shirt desperately.

"Gon's changed! He's not the person I first knew! He's not the boy who saved me from my home!" Killua wailed. Hisoka patted his back, listening quietly. "I don't know what to do anymore! I thought that if I waited long enough, he'll be back to normal, but... How do I get him back?!"

"People change, Killua," Hisoka whispered quietly.

"I know... it's happened to Gon too," Killua replied in a shaky voice. He chest heaved up and down as he tried to collect himself. Hisoka looked down at the slender boy he held, shaking like a lead. He listened to the broken voice. He felt those hands clinging onto him. That warm body pressed against him. His heart clenched in sympathy but he loved that feeling of Killua being in his arms.

"S-Sorry," Killua apologised, stepping back, rubbing his red eyes. "I...I'll be going now," Killua flushed pink, embarrassed that Hisoka saw him cry. He looked cute like that, especially with the lollipop in his mouth.

"Wait, Kil-"

Killua ran off, out of sight. Hisoka sighed. Oh well. He could always catch him tomorrow.

***End of Chapter 1***

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