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Log: Akito tunes Killua's skateboard - Complete!

Who: Killua, Akito/gito
What: Tuning the skateboard motor
When: Tonight I guess
Where: SDII

Killua gave an annoyed sigh and shoved his hands in his pockets, walking down toward that freakshow's room. Sometimes he wondered what other mental issues the kid had. When had Killua ever said he'd forgiven him. He didn't have the patience to keep correcting him though and he was generally kind of grumpy. He stopped in front of the door and stared at it for a few minutes. Finally, kind of hoping the kid wasn't there, he tapped the door with his foot to knock. "Hey."

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Killua's whole body twitched. How the hell did that kid figure that out from listening. "Don't you dare tell anyone else about my nen abilities." He threatened, but the kid was still crying so it was kind of pointless. "Look, I grew up like that. It sucked but whatever, I'm alive and I'm strong. And I don't need your pity. That's just how our family is." He reached up for kleenex and tossed it at the boy. "Stop crying."

Akito grabs the kleenex, making lot’s of noise as using it. His eyes goes towards Killua’s annoyed face, he tries hard to just stare at him without crying, but the tears start flowing again.
“I am sorry… I promise I’ll stop crying in some… minutes… and I will never tell anyone but…”
He sobs again, trying to make an effort to stop crying.
“Next to your family… my brother is really… cute…” he laughs slightly between tears.

Killua wasn't sure what he meant by that and didn't really want to know. "Uh yeah, well a lot of people are probably adorable in comparison to my family." He crosses his legs indian style and props his elbow on his knee and his chin in his hand wanting to be anywhere else but here with crying boy.

Akito is finally able to stop crying. He regains his serious look.
‘Focus, I have to finish this…’ he thinks to himself ‘I won’t get another chance to tune someone outside my own body… Agito… might need my tuning to become more accurate from now on… and… I won’t get another chance to practice…’
He felt guilty. When he had first though about tuning with Killua, he had thought of an amount of advantages: Being able to understand his body would probably make Killua easier to understand; With the tunning he would be able to know what was the attack that had left them unconscious, in case they fought again;
But the main reason was that Akito had a flaw has the tuner of Agito, since they both were in the same body, he couldn’t completely tune the gears, because when Agito took charge the sounds inside him became slightly different, which made the air gear tuned in 70% of their capacity.
Although Agito said that it wasn’t important, but… they had almost died fighting Killua… And who knew what kind of fighters were wondering around the place they were.
He had to get better at tuning, and the only way that he could think to get better was practicing with another body, like a tuner should do in the first place.
But he hadn’t predicted that it would give him such information, Killua seemed like a typical guy at the first eye.
‘Okay, I have to get over this… We might need to fight him again…’
His face concentrates on his unfinished task, becoming serious.
“I am sorry for the interruption… it won’t happen again…” he says, finally, his tears had stopped already, but his face was sorrowful, inside himself he was fighting against the extra information that he didn’t expected to receive “Can we… continue?”

Killua is unconcerned about Akito learning much more so long as he keeps his trap shut. Afterall, knowing what he is capable of and being able to do anything against it are two very different things. "Is it gonna take much longer?" He asks, shrugging and sitting up where he is on the ground so that Akito can do whatever it is he needs to do.

“No… it’s almost done… just need a little more time… may I?” he extends his hand towards the Killua chest again, waiting for the permission to touch the other guy again.

Killua sighs. "Yeah, go. You get a few more minutes and after that if you haven't figured it out you'll have to make due with whatever you HAVE."

“Okay… I’ll try to be quick!” Akito sits on the floor in front of Killua, putting his hands where the were before he had jumped away, his head once again laid on Killua’s chest, listening to his sounds, he continued to inspect the other boy’s arm, feeling the scars again.
He gives a small laugh, when he encounters a familiar wound, already in a scar form.
‘This one was made by Agito’ he thinks.

Killua can hear the quiet laugh and glances down at the top of Akito's head in annoyance. "What's so funny?"

“Oh, well… you have “Agito’s road” shaped in you” he touches the scar he had touched before.
“I actually thought, as an outsider view, that we hadn’t produced almost any damage in you… you took a direct hit… and yet you knocked us out at the minute before…”
He knew now what had happened, he knew now how Killua’s body worked, how he used the energy inside, the attack that he had unleashed…
If Agito and him attacked Killua again, with both present, and this information applied on the battle, they would be able to predict and avoid all Killua’s attack, and the battle would result in something completely different from the previews one.
But yet, if Agito fought alone, the result would be the same as before.

Killua always believed there was a difference between knowing what was coming and actually having the ability to do something about it. He wouldn't know if the kid could determine every weapon in his arsenal from this or just things he could do with his body alone. Nor if he could predict the exponential rate of growth he and Gon were always undergoing. But he didn't plan on giving the boy a chance on the skates in the boat again regardless. None-the-less, he felt like the kid had felt him up just enough to make him REALLY uncomfortable.

"Ok that's enough, if you haven't gotten it by now you're not going to." He moved to stand up without even waiting for the kid to let go. "That IS all you need right?"

Akito nodded, this was enough to make a good tuning, it wouldn’t be one of 100% match, but it would make him feel a lot of difference between a standard tuning.
Yet, there was something twitching inside.
“Can I… ask you… something?”

Killua was reaching for his shirt already, he paused with his arms in. "You can ask, I don't know if I'll answer." He yanked the shirt over his head, pulling it down. "What?"

He went towards the bed and went under it, coming back from it with the face full of dust and the skate on his hand, covered with plastic so that it wouldn’t get dirty under it.
“Do you… have someone that you trust… and that trusts you back?”

He raised a brow and looked at the kid as though he didn't trust him. Which he didn't. "Yeeees..."

“Let’s say that… hypothetically… the… way you were… raised…” he get’s slightly caught in his own words, this was a concern that he hadn’t meant to ever come out, although even Agito knew this, ever since they had encountered onichan on the van, and onichan had been nice to them.
He loved his brother, but, he knew perfectly that… for him to leave them with crow-kun… there was something that he expected from them.
“… Made you likely to… become a threat to the one that trusts you… because, it’s in your nature to betray that person…
Would you… wait for the moment you betray him for him to deal with you… or would you leave him on your own before that moment arrives?”
Akito looked towards the engine attached to the skate board, removing the plastic, he examined the object, trying to not show how that question was actually affecting him inside.

This had to be Killua's top worry. Not so much the way he was raised as much as what his weakness was. The idea that some day he might abandon Gon, be unable to protect him when he needed to because he panicked when he found an opponent too strong. And Gon was stubborn and stupid and ran into things regardless of his likeliness to win. This was something that Killua thought about more often lately. That or that niggling fear Illumi had planted. That someday he would kill Gon. This was not as prominent because he just couldn't imagine that day. The other though...

"I'd protect them until I couldn't and then leave before my actions could hurt them." He said sounding more self assured than he felt.

“I see…” Akito had from the moment that Killua had start talking been completely absorbed by his words, forgetting about pretending this was a random question.
‘As I though… he… is just like me…’ he thinks to himself. Akito knew now, that even if Agito asked him, he could never fight against Killua now.
He heard the voice inside him, Agito had listen to Killua’s answer and wanted to emerge.
Agito put the skate board on the floor, and changed into Agito.
“That’s fucking coward!” He comments, looking angry “You don’t trust that person at all, fuck, you don’t even trust yourself!! I can’t fucking believe that I actually fucking lost to a fucking wimp like you!!”

Killua's eyes narrowed and his pupils dialted at Agito. His whole expressions shut down to coldness. "Don't pretend to understand my logic." He turned toward the door. "We're done here."

“Yes, fucking run away like the fucking coward you fucking are.” Agito get’s even more angry at Killua’s evasive reply “It’s because I fucking understood your fucking logic that I fucking hate it!”

Killua's fingers twitch and the claws extend for a moment before retracting again. "I'm not playing games with you Agito. I'm sick of your loudmouthed bullshit. Sick of you pretending you have a clue about anything I'm thinking. Don't push me."

“I am not fucking afraid of you… I don’t fucking fear a person that’s weaker than me.”
He doesn’t move an inch, looking towards Killua in his eyes.
“Even Akito, with all his weaknesses, would at least warn crow first… and wait for his fucking judgement, either that idiot will kick me to a pulp, or just let us go on with him like it was nothing… I, no, we will fucking take his fucking judgement… this is what it means to fucking trust a person…”
Agito get’s up, facing Killua’s eyes at the same level.
“I am not gonna fucking lose again against a fucking guy that doesn’t know the fucking difference between caring for someone and trust a person as his fucking equal.”
He stands in a fighting pose, ready to defend himself the best he could, even if without his air gears he didn’t stand a chance.

Killua's hand slashed forward to grab at Agito's throat, prepared to slam him up against a wall. "News flash bucko, not everyone thinks the way you do. My life is not yours and your presumptive judgment is just that. Don't pretend you know better than someone else how to live their life and treat their friends. It is none. of your. goddamn. business."

Agito maintained his glare, although he could sense the danger he was in, the more the other guy talked the more pissed he had become.
“Then news to you, fucking shit, I made that fucking decision once, and I almost destroyed the one I was fucking trying to protect…
So, good luck on your fucking great plan!”

Killua's fingers tightend on Akito's neck, his glare fit to freeze lakes. "It's a good thing you and I are not the same person then, isn't it?"

Log: Akito tunes Killua's skateboard - Complete!

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ooc: la de da, killua sits there XD sorry short tag is short

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((since you didn't avoid my attack I'll assume it hit))

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