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Killua felt as if he had just relived his nightmare.

Closing his eyes tightly, he wished that the world would stop spinning, would stop doing these awful things to him.

Why?

And in that instant, there came the sudden movements around him, the scrambling, the rustling.

Peeling open his eyes, Killua looked around him. A waving canopy of trees waved above him, dappling sun light on his face. Through the leaves, the sky was pale blue, beautiful and cloudless.

Rolling his head over, Killua continued to study his surroundings.

"What the hell..." he whispered aloud.

Somebody was laying next to him, splayed out as if he had been thrown down from a great height and hadn't moved from his crumpled position. Killua focused on the bloody, green clothes, the matted black hair.

"Gon...?" Killua muttered.

He forced his arms to move. Grunting with effort, he threw his arm to touch the other's hand. He felt the battered skin.

It was real.

For a second, Killua doubted. This was an illusion. This was another nightmare spun by Jenkins.

Killua blinked.

But this didn't feel like the creeping fear that Jenkins soaked his dreams in. Neither did it feel like an illusion. Gon's jagged breathing was painful. But it was really there.

Killua fought for control of his body until he found himself on his knees before the injured body of his friend.

Smiling faintly, Killua remembered that the last time he had done this, he had been shoved aside.

When no rough hands pushed him out of the way, he began to chuckle, until he was laughing delusionally at himself in the quiet woods.

Gon stirred beneath him, until he saw hazel eyes staring up at him.

His laughing faded.

"It was Netero."

Killua didn't even turn around. The aura was sinister, unforgiving, and...friendly.

"Jenkins?"

The man who had caused them so much strife was suddenly kneeling on the other side of Gon, taking care of his wounds.

Killua didn't try to stop him. He was light headed and dizzy. Right then, he couldn't hurt a fly.

"This entire ordeal was a test step up by President Netero to test your mental and physical fortitude for a mission he wished you to go on. You have passed."

Killua nodded, as if this all made sense to him. Then his words actually sunk in.

"WHAT!?"

Jenkins looked over at the fuming Killua.

"HE MADE US DO ALL THAT FOR NOTHING!?"

Jenkins was as calm as ever. He ran a hand through his black hair, green eyes glinting.

"I just said it was a test. It wasn't for nothing."

Killua felt like killing somebody, but instead just slumped. Killua looked down at Gon, and his eyes softened, then hardened. They had made Gon go through all that for some stupid mission?

Gon had been staring at him the entire time, brown eyes wide. Gon's chapped lips parted, dust falling into his mouth. Coughing slightly, he finally managed to squeak out Killua's name.

"Don't talk." was all Killua could think of to say.

Gon smiled.

It was brilliant, that smile. So bright. So cheerful. So innocent.

Despite the horrible state he was in, he could still smile that priceless smile.

Killua felt the tear roll down his cheek, though he didn't know why it was there, and when he started crying so much. It seemed left and right this strange water was falling from his eyes.

Killua shook his head, and started helping Jenkins fix up his friend.

"Where did Ging go?"

"I don't know."

"Where did Jenkins go?"

"No clue."

"Where are we going right now?"

"Somewhere."

"What are we going to do when we get there?"

"Something."

Killua was reminded of when he had to carry Gon to the hospital. It was the same situation. Gon was too injured to walk, so Killua was carrying him. Piggy back style.

And Gon was forever talking in his ear. Going on and on.

But when his friend stopped shooting questions into his ear, Killua wasn't relieved. The comforting breath of his friend was warm on his neck.

But the silence was lonely.

Had Gon fallen asleep?

Killua smiled at the evening sun that set in a blaze of reds and yellows.

"Thanks Killua."

Of course he wasn't asleep.

Gon's voice was sincere, caring.

Killua smiled, content at last it seemed.

"For what?"

"For coming after me."

Killua looked at the bright, crimson sunset.

"Thanks Gon."

"For what?"

Killua turned his head to look at the boy on his back. It was a slightly awkward position, but it was worth seeing the honest, bright expression on Gon's face. It was brighter than the sunset.

"Thanks for being my friend."

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