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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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"Yeah, no offense but I'm not laying down." He plopped into a chair. "OK, have at it."

He looks towards Killua, walking slowly towards him.
“Calm down…” he thinks to himself.
He extends his hands towards arms rest of the chair, in order to be balanced, and lays his ear on Killua’s heart.
He closes his eyes, starting to focus in the sounds of the other’s body.
“Rhythm… composed…” he thinks, his left hand lays on Killua’s right hand, with his fingertips moving really slow, trying to catch the flow of Killua’s blood.

Killua looked at the ceiling, willing his muscles to relax even though he has a schizophrenic psycho listening to his heart apparently. He really didn't want to know what else he was doing. But anyone that close that wasn't Gon made his muscles tighten in anticipation of a fight. He closed his eyes and pretended this was some new form of torture Miruki or Illumi had devised and made every attempt to look bored out of his mind.

Akito’s left hand starts feeling Killua’s chest, he had already managed to get the rhythm of his heart beat, but now, was trying to figure out what was the energy passing inside Killua.
“It… sounds like… could it be electricity?” he concludes to himself “But… how could he…”
His right hand reaches the other guy wrists, feeling all the scars, he could distinguish the time line in them now, the way they had healed, and the way they had appeared on Killua’s body.
He suddenly stops, feeling a new scar.
“This one… is a burned…”
He remembers Killua saying about his family torturing him, but his mind was having a hard time to accept that reality.
“I… it cannot be… some of this scars are… from his early childhood.”
An electrical discharge sound arrives in his ears.
“Could… it be… that he… was tortured… to this point… by his own family.
No… Thus this mean that… this guy…”
His focus breaks, he falls backwards, not being able to stand hearing more.
“He… suffered all that… from his family… and… all alone…”
He starts crying, in a few seconds sobbing.

Now the guy is touching his scars. Killua looks at the wall trying not to be annoyed. But then the kid literally falls off of him and lands on the floor and starts blubbering. "What the heck?"

He looks down at Akito. "You er... ok?" Why the hell was he crying? Killua hadn't done anything and if the kid went off and told someone he had he was going to be ticked.

His sobs get louder, he tries to clean his tears with his arm, but they keep flowing.
“I… am sorry… I’ll…” he can’t finish his phrase has he looks towards Killua and forgets about getting back to normal, he puts his hands on his eyes and curls like a ball while sitting on the floor.

Killua just sort of stares down at him. Why in the hell was the kid freaking out? He'd been trying to be nicer and everything. It TOTALLY wasn't his fault. Jeeze.

"Uh."

Killua sat down on the floor next to him and uncomfortably patted his head. "Uh... it's ok."

Akito raises his head, his eyes continued crying.
“I… saw… all the torture… you passed… at your family hand…” he manages to say between the sobs “I… know that your body has the …ability to produce electricity… and how that ability was gained…”
He curls into a ball.
“You… passed all your life being tortured… all alone… It’s just… too sad…”
Continues crying, thinking how he had been spoiled in comparison with the other guy, at least he had always had Agito to support him…

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.

Log: Akito tunes Killua's skateboard - Complete!

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All the dialogs in here are thoughts

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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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