Hello, my darlings! This was intended to be longer, but Killua and I have something in common
apart from laziness, which means I’m headed out tonight and have run out of time. I hope you enjoy what there is!
Based off of this amazing piece and headcanon by burbiart.
Warnings: blood and pain. Then again, you probably watched the show and/or read the manga, so you’re used to that.
Another fist slammed into Gon’s stomach, another mouthful of blood spewing frothy from between his teeth as he folded in half. The breath fled his lungs and refused to return; it was far from the first time he’d had the wind knocked from him, but a tiny part of him was still terrified each time it happened. And now that he was forced to rely only on his muscles, oxygen was all the more important.
His assailant was still enveloped in Ten; Gon couldn’t scratch him with his strongest blow, even if he picked up a weapon, which left the man free to use his most devastating physical techniques with impunity, wearing Gon down by simple attrition. The man also had yet to attack using Nen, which was a mixed blessing: it meant that Gon was still alive, but that he’d lost his final, most desperate gambit to win this fight. If he wasn’t hit by Nen, his pores had no chance of opening in a last-minute miracle. His only hope now was to–
A low kick flew at him, slow and sloppy. Gon could easily have turned it to his advantage if either of his arms had been working; as it was, he raised his shin to block, only to find his ankle seized in a vice grip. With a sickening pop, the joint gave out like both of his shoulders had, and Gon screamed as he toppled to the ground, his last chance at survival now stripped away. He was going to die here, far away from Whale Island, from Mito-San, from Leorio and Kurapika and his father.
Far away from Killua, after he’d come so close, so very close…