Killua was already growing tired of Harumi after only five days. She kept trying to flirt with him. Grabbing his hand, complimenting him, trying to put her hands on his body. He didn't know how much longer he could take it. Harumi was currently sitting on his lap, Killua was making an effort not to scowl at her but he really felt like it. I'm gay bitch. "Why won't you treat me like a fiancé" She said, kind of sadly. Killua took a deep breath, then gave her a cold look. She flinched slightly, then tried to snuggle more into his chest. "I do" She pouted slightly. "You eat with me and we sleep together, that's about it." Killua was about to open his mouth when his door opened. Gon walked in with a fake smile and a silver platter. He'd been bringing Killua cakes and stuff to improve his mood, Harumi enjoyed his baking as well so she treated him a little less harshly.

Killua slid Harumi off his lap, then crossed his legs and tapped his fingers on the table that had been scooted next to it. Gon set down the platter and bowed slightly. "Here you go master Killua" Killua internally cringed. I don't like it when he calls me that. Gon wasn't a servant, he was his lover. They were equals. He nodded and removed the platter lid, then Killua laid eyes on the chocolate covered pretzel sticks and chocolate dipped strawberries. Killua snatched a strawberry and popped it in his mouth. "Mh" Damn- Harumi grabbed one of the pretzels and put half in her mouth, then turned to him. "Killu" He resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the nickname. Bitchhh. He turned to her, just as Gon was about to walk away. "Yes Ha-" he was cut off as Harumi stuck the other end of the pretzel stick in his mouth and pulled his head closer until their lips touched. "Mh~" Gon's eyes widened in shock, Killua snapped. He shoved her back roughly, chomping down on the pretzel stick and spitting it out. She gasped slightly, eyes wide. "That's it" He hissed, eyes blazing with anger. "Get out"

Her eyes stung a little with tears. "B-But-" He stood up, raising his voice. "I said get out!" She was about to open her mouth, but he kept going. "I'm not getting married to you! I don't like you! I don't even know you!" She grabbed his hand. "You don't have a choice-" Killua gritted his teeth, Gon took a step back with wide eyes. "I'M ALREADY IN A FUCKING RELATIONSHIP!" He shouted, right in her face as loud as he could. He didn't care about consequences anymore, this bitch had gone too far. Way too far. Tears rolled down her cheeks, and she yelled right back at him. "I AM TOO!" Killua's eyes widened, and he paused. That was the last thing he'd expected to hear. She opened her eyes, tears streaking her face with a desperate expression. She gripped his hand a little tighter. "My father locked my girlfriend up and said if I didn't get married to someone he'd kill her. Please Killua. Please...you have to..." He lowered her head, shoulders shaking slightly. Killua's eyes narrowed. Why...why should I care? Why was it his problem that this girl needed a relationship? It wasn't going to be him. "And why should I care?" he said coldly.

Her eyes snapped up, fear and disbelief written across her face. "Killua!" Gon grabbed his shoulder, a pleading expression. "You can't just ignore her. Listen to what she's saying!" Harumi's eyes widened in shock. He gritted his teeth, glaring away. "I don't care about her. Why should I?" Gon looked him in the eye, and he was taken aback slightly when he saw they were watering slightly. "Killua...put yourself in her place. What if your dad found out about us and was homophobic?" Killua froze. "If...If you were in that situation, what would you do?" he gritted his teeth, then looked away. I... Harumi's eyes widened as well. "W-Wait...you....your gay?" Killua stiffened, then glared away. "Me and Killua are dating" He shot a glare at Gon. "What if she tells someone! We can't just-" Gon grabbed his arm, a strained smile on his face. "Killua...she wouldn't. she's in the exact same situation as we might be if Silva finds out about us" Killua hesitated, then realized how fake that smile was. "G-Gon I....I'm sorry for yelling at you" He mumbled. Gon let his face smile fall, he started crying. Killua ignored Harumi for now, wrapping his arms around Gon in a soft embrace. "Gon..." Gon hugged him back, burying his face into Killua's shoulder.

"I...I'm sorry. I overreacted. I s-shouldn't be crying" Gon mumbled. Killua held him a little closer. "Don't you dare apologize. I....forget, sometimes" He murmured back. Forget how fragile you are on the inside. Gon had spent 5 years in constant pain and fear, he'd had a shitty life. So had Killua, but there was a difference. Killua was able to push through his trauma. But Gon? It broke him. He rested his lips softly on Gon's head, it would be on the lips if he wasn't crying into his shoulder at the moment. "I...I'm sorry, for treating you horribly. Both of you" Harumi mumbled. Killua shot her a cold look and she flinched slightly, looking down. He remembered all the times she treated Gon awfully. Scorned him, yelled at him, talked shit about him to Killua behind his back, made fun of him. He'd wanted to lash out at her for it so badly, multiple times. Harumi rubbed the back of her head. "I just thought...I had to act like everyone else. Like my parents, in order to seal the marriage. Knowing he's your boyfriend makes me feel that much worse"

Killua let his eyes narrow, but Gon finally pulled back and wiped his eyes. "No...I get it. You should too Killua" He blinked, then frowned slightly down at him. "How exactly?" He chuckled softly, blushing a little. "Remember when...your parents came to visit?" Oh. Honestly...he could see it now. In order to keep his life smooth, he had to do distasteful things. For instance, punishing his servants when they messed up if his parents or siblings were over. He never did it when he was the lone master of the house, which was most of the time. His servants knew that, and he could tell that they weren't resentful of him or numbly obedient like some that he saw at his father's mansion. His parents and siblings used fear and harsh punishments to control their own, but Killua? He didn't. Instead, he used a subtle reward system. Nothing much, just a slight improvement of food quality or an extra hour of free time. The harshest punishment he'd ever given, was a plain piece of flatbread and butter for a meal instead of the usual high tier meals given.

Most servants he'd ever seen, would rather be anywhere else. But his? He could tell. They were content here. Most of the servants had been transported from his father's mansion or from another household somewhere. He'd heard the whispers of how they used to be treated, it made his blood boil. He was cut out of his thoughts by Gon sliding a hand along his chest slightly. "When it's just Killua in the house, you don't have to act all harsh. He's different then his family, that I've seen" Suddenly, Harumi's eyes widened. "W-Wait...I just remembered where I recognize your face from. You were on the news a few months ago"

Gon laughed softly, rubbing the back of his head. "Yeah..." Killua suddenly stood up straight and looked him up and down. "Now that that's over. Gon, go change" he blinked, then glanced down at his plain white servant outfit with his apron in front. "Oh....Oh!" He smiled brightly at the last part. "Ahh! I will! Can...can I move back into your room later today? It's kind of...lonely" He muttered the last part with a slight blush. Killua thought about that for a moment. "I'm not sure if me and Harumi have to keep sharing a bed." She sighed. "I can just...sleep on that fancy couch thing you have alright?" Gon beamed, then turned and started walking. "Alright! I'll be back!" he walked quickly down the hallway, wiping his eyes. I didn't think...man. I feel bad for her, but at least it's over. Gon never thought he'd think this but...he was fine with Killua and Harumi getting married. If she had a girlfriend, and Killua had a boyfriend, then it worked didn't it?

About 5 minutes later he slipped on one of his favorite dresses, the one that Alluka had fixed the skirt of so it was about knee length. He packed up all his recipes and stuff, then made his way over to him and Killua's room. In the hallway, he passed by Bisky. She stopped, then her eyes widened. "Freeces? Is Harumi out of the house?" He giggled and spun a little, eyes bright. It was at that very moment that Killua and Harumi turned the corner. Bisky's eyes widened and she assumed a stiff pose, as she always did in Harumi's presence. Gon turned, and Harumi's eyes widened in surprise. "I..." Gon ran up to Killua with a smile. "It feels so good to be out of that outfit!" Killua glanced over his features, then smirked a little. "The top's a little tight, not that I mind" He said, sliding a hand up his chest. Gon blushed and Harumi blinked. "You...wear dresses?" Gon blinked, then shifted slightly as he glanced over at her. "U-Uh....yeah?" Please don't be one of those people... "I was kind of surprised, you look really good in it"

Gon smiled shyly, and Killua slid his arms around his waist. Bisky cleared her throat. "A-Ahem" Killua blinked over at her, then sighed. "Harumi's lesbian, and I'm gay. It works" Her eyebrows raised, and she dipped her head. "Understood, should I inform the other servants?" They both glanced at Harumi and she rubbed the back of her head. "I mean...will they...tell anyone?" Killua shook his head. "No, they won't utter a word if I say so." Harumi winced slightly, and Gon spoke up. "yeah, Killua's servants actually like him, I've heard them talking to each other. Did you know that Killua?" Harumi's lips parted slightly, and Killua chuckled softly. "If you rule through fear, you won't get true respect. The key is to assert authority but not demand utter obedience. Also being an absolute dick for no reason other than something as simple as your food not being absolutely perfect is utter bullshit" He rolled his eyes, then put his hands behind his head. "Also having slaves is immoral. Mother and father have at least 10, not a single one of them have less than 10 scars on them" Gon thought back to when he pretended to be a slave, then to the one he'd seen. Then, he froze. I have the perfect idea.

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