Gon's POV

A couple months have passed since Killua was jumped. I managed to stay away from the popular kids and keep Genthru away from Killua. I was currently chilling at home alone. I hear a knock on the door. I get up and open the door. It was Killua. "What are you doing in the rain? What are you doing here? Is that blood?" I ask. He had a trail of blood coming from his hair, down to his forehead to be washed away by rain. "I have no where else to go" He mumbles. I drag him inside. He sits at the dining table. 

I rush to the hall closet and grab a towel and the first aid kit. I walk back over to him. "What happened?" I ask. He doesn't look at me. I put the towel on his head. I open the first aid kit. "This will sound crazy.... But my brother put a needle in my head to make me mute to anyone other than the family. We... got into a fight. I had enough, so I ripped the needle out, ran away." I part his hair a bit and clean the wound up a little bit. It wasn't that bad or deep. I take a wet wipe and clean the blood off his forehead. The wound was already scabbed over. 

He dries off his hair. I text Mito-san. "Did you bring anything to wear?" He shakes his head. "I didn't bring anything." I think for a minute. "I think we wear about the same size. Are you hungry?" I ask. "A little." "I'll get a bath started and I'll make something quick to eat." "Ok. Thank you" "Anytime! You are my best friend after all!" He gets a coat of pink on his cheeks. "Don't be embarrassing." He smiles. I walk to the bathroom and get a bath started. I head upstairs and get some clothes for Killua to wear. 

I cook some frozen chicken on the stove and add some vegetables. I couldn't really cook, but this was the most I could do. After a while, Killua comes out in a white tank top and black shorts. He sits at the table again. "Mito-san is working late tonight so we'll see her in the morning." I say, setting a plate in front of him. "Ok. Thank you for doing this" "Stop thanking me! I'm only doing what good friends do!" He nods then starts eating. I munch on my own food. "So why are you running away?" I ask. He hums. "My family are famous assassins. I.... don't want to be an assassin. I'm the heir. I'm suppose to take over. I just want to be a normal teen and play video games with you and the others." 

"I'm done being mute. I hate it. I hate just letting the guys at school walk over me. I'm done not being able to stand up for myself." Killua says. "I understand. But why didn't you take the needle out sooner?" I ask. He turns red. "I... didn't have the strength to back then...." "Ok" I turn on my game console and grab two controllers. "What did you want to play?" I ask. "Don't matter." He shrugs. I frown then put in mortal kombat. 

The next morning, I stretch my arms in the air. I yawn. "Gon! Killua! Breakfast!" I hear Mito-san shout from downstairs. Killua sits up, from his spot on the floor. I hop out of bed. "Come on Killua" "Coming" He groans, rubbing his eye. We head downstairs. "Why is Killua here?" Mito-san asks. "Huh? Oh I ran away" He says. "You can talk?" "Yeah. Long story" Killua waves it off. "Oh ok." We dig into the food.