Blue Does
Blue Does
"I think I'm dying ... " Gon groaned while dragging himself into the small bamboo hutch.
"Told you not to eat with the locals," Killua said from behind a travelling brochure," There's no running water for miles."
Gon muttered a 'umhm' in response as he crawled slowly onto his makeshift bed. He curled onto his side, arms cradling his churning stomach. Gon had never faced such severe food poisoning before and it had drained him of all his energy. He shut his eyes, hoping the peaceful dark would help ease the pain from the violent cramping and nausea he was going through. But fate didn't seem to be on his side.
Peering from behind the packets he was reading, Killua watched as Gon took off towards the outdoor bathroom again. This had been going on for a couple of hours, Gon had to be running on empty. Killua sighed. This wasn't in the plans for their job, tonight was when they were supposed to be able to spot the rare species of Exotie Island monkey for their research. With Gon as sick as he is, Killua would either have to try to go it on his own or wait another three years for the monkey's next mating season.
Holding onto the wall for support, Gon stood just outside the door. "Killua, I didn't make it ... " he said with downcast eyes.
Killua's nose scrunched up in disgust. "That's nasty," Killua said while setting down his pamphlets and pulling himself off his bed.
With all the energy he had left, Gon spoke with pleading eyes," Just bring me a change of clothes."
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Gon was a pityful sight. The effects of the food poisioning had finally gone away, but it left him totally drained. Pale moonlight shone through a small window, filtered by a net pinned up to keep out diseases carrying bugs, illuminating Gon's weary, yet ever tan, face. Killua sat up in the bed across from his fellow hunter. He had been with Gon long enough to tell when the other wasn't sleeping.
"You need more water, Gon?" Killua asked gently, his cold heart softening only for this one person.
Opening one eye, Gon slowly shook his head. "No, I'll feel sick again," he said weakly.
Nodding his head, Killua turned to look thoughtfully out the window. He could hear the distinct call of the Exotie monkey off in the distance, a sound similar to the strumming of a guitar. Killua had decided Gon was more important than the information. Really, he'd already known that would be his resolve, but he liked to fool himself that Gon didn't completely have him wrapped around his finger.
"Killua?" Gon said, breaking through Killua's thoughts.
"What?" Killua asked, turning away from the view of the surrounding jungle.
Large brown eyes bore into him. "Could you pat my belly and sing to me?" Gon asked, voice innocent and childish despite being a young adult.
It took Killua a moment to respond. he first had to weigh his options; say yes and pat Gon's belly, which was really a rock hard stomach, and sing him to sleep or say no and deal with the consequence of Gon not being able to fitfully rest. With a deep sigh and while inwardly cursing his weak spot for those eyes that reminded him of the purest chocolate, Killua knelt down beside Gon's bed.
"I'm not singing," Killua warned sternly as he began to soothingly, in Gon's opinion, pat his stomach.
Settling into his small pillow provided by the natives to the village, Gon nodded. But after awhile, Killua deduced that the tummy patting wasn't going to mean anything unless a melody went along with it, because Gon still wasn't finding rest. Clearing his throat first, Killua began humming a tune he'd recently heard on the radio. His mature voice took a moment to adjust, but as he fell into the peaceful rhythm of the song, his humming took on a rather nice sound. Gon gave a small smile as he let out a deep breath.
As Gon drifted off into slumber, Killua noted how the Exotie's monkey's calls seemed to play along to his humming. He found himself slowly lulled to sleep by the melody. When Gon woke in the morning, he found his companion slumped over, using his stomach as a pillow while he slept away.