this is fandom garbage based off some non-fandom garbage I wrote a while ago
I don’t know why but
H A V E I T
There were the nameless, all powerful seven.
There were the twenty-four Major gods, controllers of agriculture, art, the sun and moon or weather.
And then there were the sixty-seven minor gods.
Gods of downtrodden or very specific things.
Gods whose domain did not quite command the respect of divine authority over the very fabric of the world.
Gods of things like fish hooks, broken glass, short cuts and special functions.
Gon was one such a god.
A god of seaweed.
Not quiet as glorious as the sun incarnate, but he was happy with it.
Though his duties were numerous, and often required his underwater presence, he still manged to find time for a peaceful saunter along the coast every now and again.
It was one such walk he was lucky to find a small shell.
He used little to no grace or dexterity to rip the clam apart.
From within, a tiny pale sphere glittered at him.
He gently plucked it out and turned it over between his hands,
A small section of the pearl had fragmented off, leaving a small, cracking gap in the precious stone.
“Killua?” He spoke, voice carrying along the comparatively quiet coast.
From within that small crack in the pearl, a tiny sign of life emerged.
A tip of a pinky pressed out against it.
Gon pressed gently back against it.
Yeah, that’s definitely Killua.
Gon settled the small pearl into the sand in front of him before casting the shell remains into the ocean.
Killua was the God of flawed jewels.
He was previously the god of beauty, but after an incident he won’t discuss with Gon, Killua’s body cracked, leaving him missing a sizable chunk of his shoulder with, small hair sized cracks spider webbing out from it.
Gon still thought he was beautiful.
In fact, that was the only thought on his mind as the pale form finally finished sprouting from his cracked gem.
The god’s cracked, lined form was perfect.
Flawed, but perfect.
A pair of his pale fingers bounced off Gon’s forehead in a violent, two pronged ficking attack.
The attack sent him a good two feet in the air.
He landed with a pained thud.
When he’d adequately recovered, Gon groaned in pain and covered his head with his hands.
“what was that for?” He wined.
Killua crossed his arms.
“Won’t you ever take this seriously? You can’t just summon me randomly and assume I’m not doing anything!”
Gon curled up into a half sitting position.
“But you didn’t have to hit me!”
Killua rolled his eyes and groaned.
“Stop being such a baby!”
“Hey, that’s not- Ooof”
“Why you- AGH”
Thus re-began the contest that’d started millennia ago, a physical fight bordering somewhere on flirting as this particular version.
The end of the day and the start of night began in the blink of an eye, the distraction of their contest helping it along.
But when the piles of their duties started becoming too high to ignore, and they had just said their goodbyes, Gon gripped onto Killua’s.
The minor gods stared into each others eye.
“Come back?” was all Gon had said.
Killua swallowed and nodded slowly.
My exhaustion is reaching such a point of disconnect that I have no idea what this was even about or if it came remotely ok.
My brain is forcibly shutting down, so re-reading isn’t really an option.
If you think this idea is interesting in the very tiniest bit least, let me know, this was not a great expression of it.