Killua and Hisoka

                                    

                                              
Aki 
                          
Killua sat beside me while looking around, completely ignoring the fact that I was beside him. On the other hand, I had my head lowered, half of my face being covered by my high collared shirt and my arms crossed in front of my chest. People who passed by us would slow down for a minute and look at us with a surprised expression before speeding up. 
                          
A few girls that passed by gave as one look before squealing. Several of them, I could remember being there when I had first called Killua a 'neko'. At the memory, I felt a little better. The tension on my shoulders released and I leaned on the bench with small sigh.

                          
It was still an hour before the match starts. Holding a bag of chips at one hand, I tried to keep my attention away from Killua as Gon's words seem to be repeating in my mind relentlessly. 
                          
A date. You don't date your friends. Especially when you're not really that close. Especially when you don't get along. Especially when that friend currently thinks of you as a guy. This is just so messed up in many ways. Killua was silent, looking at his surroundings in alert. I guess he also feels the weight of people's stares at us. 
                          
I picked up handful of chips and threw them inside my mouth. After a few more minutes of complete silence between Killua and I, the silverette spoke up.
                          
"Do you... wanna spy on Kastro?" He didn't look at me in the eye when he asked. I blinked, surprised at his question—surprised that he even bothered asking me. Killua's lips was turned down into a scowl but his tinted cheeks gave away the fact that he was embarrassed. Is he trying to be considerate of me?
                          
"... You can go if you want to. Don't mind me." I replied. I didn't really want to meet Kastro ever again. Killua mumbled something under his breath before standing up. As he did, he shoved his hands into his pockets then looked at me for a few seconds. Now what?
                          
"Then, I'll see you later." He bid me farewell.
                          
"Yeah. I think I'll go somewhere too so, let's meet up at the Arena." I replied. The silverette nodded his head in understanding before walking away. I watched as he wove his way through the crowd, his silver hair sticking out. 
                          
As his back disappeared from my view, I made my way to Oyaji's room. I wonder if he's even there... I mean, when I left him after our match, he was still patching up his wounds. It worried me a little so I guess I'll pay him a visit. 
                          
The moment I opened the door to Hisoka's room, I frowned at the sight of a woman's silhouette. The dim light of the room made her look like some kind of phantom.
                          
"Who are you?" Slowly, the woman stepped up and as my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I saw pink. It was a darker shade of pink than that of cherry blossoms. 
                          
Sakura. My chested tightened and my head swirled. I grabbed my shirt in pain before I fell on my knees as a memory came to mind. 
                          
It was a pink haired girl. Behind her shaky figure, I noticed two people who I could remember as Naruto and Sasuke—my brother. She was standing up to protect them against two... three people. They were mocking her. The scene shifted and I saw her giving me a tearful smile as she outstretched her arm to give me something. It was a forehead protector with a sign on it that I can recall.
                          
Konoha's symbol.
                          
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(A/N: Written in Killua and Hisoka's perspective so Aki is referred to as 'he'.)
                          
When Killua had arrived at his designated seat, he was surprised when he didn't see the black haired boy anywhere around. At those moments, he didn't really gave it much thought. But when time passed and 15 minutes before Hisoka's match started, the silverette couldn't help but start to wonder where Chrome was.