Killugon drabble fic. School AU. Reviews, criticism or other, are helpful:)

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Starlight

When Gon enters the school grounds, the first thing he spots is the familiar figure across the playground. His heart speeds up, like a little mouse trying to crawl out into the light and he presses a hand firmly against his chest, keeping it locked in. He smiles, takes a moment to stare. The silver hair, like starlight, the easy going smile; at that moment they are the most beautiful things in the world.

In those features, everything else melts away.

"Gon?" It's the voice that breaks him away from his trance and he rips his eyes away from ahead of him to see Leorio giving him a worried frown.

"Leorio!" Gon shouts in greeting. The older boy grins.

"What's up?" he asks.

"Nothing," Gon replies. And it's true, for the most part. He just doesn't understand why he feels so jumpy inside when he sees that face. Every day. Some days he feels like the only reason he could drag himself into school, listen to hours of maths that makes his head explode, wears a stuffy uniform and sits in a room when he could be free, outside, is to meet him.

As though following his stare, Leorio turns. His gaze lingers ahead but Gon cannot see where his eyes have rested. After a split second pause, Leorio gives a shout.

"Hey! Over here!" Gon's breath loses rhythm ever so slightly, but although the white haired boy turns round, it is not he who Leorio has called to. Leorio is facing Gon again, his smile having turned to a Cheshire cat grin. Behind him, Palm is smiling too. A creepy smile, Gon thinks, although he stows away the thought. She's trying to be nice.

Where did she come from? She always seemed to be popping up everywhere where Gon didn't expect her.

"Hello, Gon-kun," she says, her smile sweet as ever.

"Hello Palm!" Gon says with cheer, but somehow it comes out forced and overly done. Gon doesn't know why. She's got make up on, and her hair is all nice, yet for some reason Gon simply cannot find himself interested. Leorio's grin has not dropped.

"Well, I'll be off," he said.

"Wait," Gon says. But Leorio winks and walks away. Gon watches him go, trying to put off addressing Palm's furious stare.

"I was wondering whether you wanted to meet me at lunch," Palm says. Her tone is casual but there is a dangerous undertone – say yes or die, it seemed to say. Gon ignores it. Palm is strange, but she would never do something bad.

"I'm busy," Gon explains simply. Palm's face turns dangerously dark, her eyes wide. Gon, braces, waiting for the explosion that is sure to come.

"Busy!" her voice has gone to a high pitched squeal, her face twisting into the ugly shape of fury.

"Pa…" Gon starts, hands up in defence. He needed to apologise; Palm was terrifying when provoked.

"Hey, cut it out won't you?" a shout comes, its tone scolding and sarcastic.

Gon looks at the source of the voice, behind Palm's tall shadow. Blue eyes stare back, like the sea on a crisp winter day, stunning but cold. Palm's wild fury had turned to the newcomer. He takes it on, unflinching.

"It's Gon's choice where he wants to be in his free time," he says. Gon's heart is doing summersaults again.

"Killua…" It seems Gon's best friend is oblivious to the quivering anger radiating in waves off Palm; right now she is as volatile as a hive of upset bees. Or maybe he does feel it, and just didn't care. Although Gon could usually tell, right now it is difficult to get his head around Killua's emotions.

"You!" Palm's fury has bubbled over and any moment now it would spill. Killua ducks under her arm, ever so calmly, and puts an arm over Gon's shoulder, (forcibly) leading him away.

"Aaaaarrrrh!" Gon doesn't need to turn around to know Palm has lost it. Suddenly Killua is running, across the playground, pushing passed people. Gon feels Palm's glare, hears her screams. Going from the footsteps, she's now chasing after them. Despite the situation, Gon feels strangely calm.

Killua's arms are still around him.

"Killua! You upset her!" he says. He needs to apologise! But the request is half hearted.

Both boys are faster than Palm and even with their arms tangled around each other they manage to shake off the feral girl and make it to the canteen. They put their bags down on the floor. From the inside of his, Killua fishes out a lollipop. Where he gets his endless supply of sweets has always eluded Gon.

"You idiot Gon. Just tell her to go away, why don't you?" Killua says angrily, a lollipop between his teeth.

"That would make her angrier," Gon points out. Killua sighs.

"You don't get it, do you?" he says but it is mostly to himself. Killua is confusing like that. He says things that mean nothing, just sounds coming out of a moving mouth, just to avoid saying what he really wants to say. His face though, and his hands, say a different story.

Although Gon doesn't quite know what.

Flustered? Annoyed? Something different?

"What are you doing at Lunch?" Killua asks.

"Being with you of course!" The words slip out of his mouth so quickly Gon doesn't have time to think whether that is what he was actually intending to do. Killua looks startled. He goes red, looks down.

"Stop being so embarrassing!" he says. Gon notes his eyes are still downcast.

"I'm being serious," Gon says. He is. He always is, but Killua pushes him away at every turn.

"Well, I need to go to class," Killua says. Glancing at the clock, Gon sees there are still five minutes to the bell, but Killua is already picking up his bag. Gon barely thinks as his hand shoots out, grabs Killua's, holding him in place. Killua looks at him, an odd expression on his face.

"Stay," Gon says. "Please!" Although his manner is casual, teasing, underneath his stomach is a desperate whirl.

"Gon, I need to go," Killua says. Gon doesn't let go, holding his stare.

"Please?" Eventually it is Killua who backs down first, heaving a great sigh. His bag falls with a thud. What does he keep in there? Gon's bag is far lighter, even though he (usually) brings all his books.

"Fine," Killua says, sighing in defeat. He sits back down and Gon gives him the biggest grin he can manage. He can always get Killua to do what he wants, in the end, and that is something not even Killua could deny.

Gon loves it.

The reason he comes to school. The reason he continues, perseveres – hair like starlight, eyes like sapphire. He is everything, Gon thinks, and he can believe it.