Thursday, April 13, 2006

im just me....
here i am once again....
its been a while since the last time i added a post on my site, who knows, maybe im getting tired of adding, cutting and pasting....
and maybe im tired of writing post that no one post´

oh well, i have my own life...
i wish that i could express better my way to act and be....

oh, ill add this fanfic; i didnt wrote it but its one of the greatest ones i have ever readed:

----gon playing naive-----




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It had kept him up all night. Strange feelings tingling his senses all around his body. Gon just … didn’t know what to do anymore. It was like a sneak attack planted by an enemy, in a clever disguise. But the fact was, the enemy was his best friend, and the attack was just your normal, average, completely disturbed – crush.

Ah yes, Gon finally figured it out, after so many guesses why he was feeling like this, he figured it out. On his own entirely, which was a huge plus for him. If it weren’t for the fishermen’s tales about women, love, sex and the like, he would probably be guessing until he died with his secret.

But now he knew, he had a secret little (okay, big) crush on his best friend; Killua. The strange thing is, Killua is a guy, so it left some questions linger around Gon’s mind. The black-haired boy was never any good with so many questions, so he had stayed up all night trying to answer them.

And seeing that it is in his nature to not let go of some issues, he finally got the perfect answer and solution for his problem.

“Why are you grinning like that?” Asked a voice, pulling Gon out of his ‘deep thinking’ thoughts.

Gon looked up with his brown eyes, meeting Killua’s sea green eyes. Who was giving him a ‘what-the-hell-are-you-thinking-about’ look. They had been sitting at a small little table in the middle of a town’s square, where couples, children and other people were happily eating ice cream.

“Oi, Gon!” Fourteen year old Killua decided it was necessary to call out Gon’s name pretty loud. The little black haired boy shrugged at his friend, giving him an innocent look. Gon seemed pretty obvious on the outside, but on the inside he was chanting; This is my chance! This is my chance!

Killua leaned back in his chair, gracefully flicking his hair out of his face, which had been in his eyes. Gon was love-struck as his eyes never left Killua’s movements, some sort of adrenaline pumping through his veins. He knew his little plan would work, it had a success rate of 70 percent … no 85 percent!

Killua looked at Gon, trying to study him because he was being awfully quiet. Slowly, he pulled out his tongue and carefully licked his ice cream, never leaving Gon’s eyes. The silver haired boy ignored the fact that his ice cream was 3 times as bigger than Gon’s strawberry ice cream, but hey, he was a sweet tooth and liked a lot of flavours.

“Nani,” exclaimed Killua in a cool voice as he gave his ice cream another lick. Gon forcefully closed his eyes, previously entranced by Killua’s wonder tongue. “What are you thinking about – you seem pretty troubled.” A, the sweet vibrations of Killua’s voice, his intense tongue licking, his cool eyes, his –

“Gon!”

If he couldn’t stop thinking about all those wonderful qualifications that made Killua (which would take a while if he wanted to name all of them), then his plan would never work! No, focus, that is what he must do! Yosh, I’m sure I’ll get what I want; because I am Gon Freecs!

Ok, time for the plan. Act innocent and naïve. Gon looked at Killua – ignoring the way his eyes seemed to have little specks of blue in it – and pulled his lips into a pout. He gave a tiny little sigh, but never left Killua’s eyes.

“I’ve just been thinking …” leaving his sentence hanging, baiting Killua for his plan. Gon stayed quiet and counted slowly in his head, bringing his ice cream to his mouth. Three. Gon copied Killua’s actions as he pulled out his tongue. Two. He gave a tiny, little lick and cherished the cool, cold feeling the ice cream was giving him. One.

“Thinking, hontoni? About what?” Asked Killua casually as his eyes finally left Gon, looking to his left where a couple was currently entering some kind of battle with their tongues. Gon had noticed this too, but refused looking at them.

“Well …” said Gon in a tiny voice, hoping and praying to God that he sounded a bit embarrassed so that he could awake Killua’s interest. Killua placed his elbow on the table and leaned his chin on his hand, waiting for Gon to continue. Gon avoided looking Killua in the eyes, not that he wanted to, but it was part of his plan. The black haired boy settled on looking at his ice cream.

He could practically feel Killua’s impatience burn a hole through his head. Killua sometimes had such a devastating glare.

“Well, spit it out Gon! If you have to say something – then say something!” Said an angered Killua while he took a bit out of his ice cream, trying to cool off. Gon took this opportunity to just look at Killua, since his eyes were closed for a few seconds.

The black haired boy flashed a devious smirk before it was replaced by a warm smile in a nanosecond. Killua’s going for the bait! Now to wait patiently …

“Killua, what is a kiss?” Cough – cough – barf. Gon generously patted Killua on his back as he seemed to have swollen a rather large chunk of ice cream and was literally choking on it. Gon was smiling to himself, happy that he could have physical contact with Killua again, and happy with the fact that he saved Killua from choking himself to death. Partly his fault though.

Gon went back to his seat as he started working on his ice cream, smiling innocently and obvious to the fact that Killua was giving him weird looks. At least, that was how he looked on the outside.

The former assassin stared at Gon for a good minute before he started to eat his ice cream. Killua narrowed his eyes as he saw Gon waiting patiently for his reply. Gon was doing all he could to not double over into laughter, because that would fail his ultimate plan. Right now, the best he could do was act himself, or else Killua would start to suspect something. He knew that his best friend was battling a few questions in his head, like why Gon asked him what a kiss was. Or, why he asked him specifically. It was all part of his plan …

“Why’d you ask?” Finally an answer from the silver haired boy. Gon just smiled broadly, his ice cream melting ever so slowly on his tongue. He swallowed and placed his other, free hand on the table, looking at Killua.

“Because, I want to know!” Gon spoke, stubbornness kicking in – as he hoped. He saw Killua’s eyes flash between him and his ice cream, taking his time.

“A kiss is a kiss.” Even though Gon suspected this kind of answer, he hoped that at least he would elaborate on it. A sudden impact made Gon froze as he stopped to think about what he just thought. Elaborate? He had that kind of word in his vocabulary? Gon mentally shook his head; he was spending too much time around Killua that his words were rubbing off on him.

Speaking of Killua, he was on full alert now, his eyes pouring into Gon’s own, trying to figure the simpleminded Gon out. Gon just smiled as he took the chance to stare at Killua’s beautiful eyes again. Sometimes, he felt stupid for doing so, but he couldn’t help it.

“I know that, Killua! I just wanted to know what a kiss is, because everyone I know is always talking about it. And when I say I kiss a lot of people, they start smiling and laughing at me, because they say they were not talking about that kind of kiss.”

Breathe. Breathe.

“That’s why I want to know what this kiss is,” Gon finally said, letting it all out on poor, unexpected Killua. The silver haired boy had been listening very carefully, sometimes drawing his attention back to his ice cream and sometimes looking back at Gon’s, determined brown eyes.

Gon was behaving very stubborn right now. The result of Killua’s reaction will answer an important question Gon had been thinking about. He followed every movement of Killua, trying not to let his eyes wonder off (not that something like that would be possible) because this was a turning point in his plan.

Killua had been quiet the whole time and been staring at his ice cream. Gon couldn’t help but adore the way his silver hair seemed to move with the slight breeze. Please Killua, take the bait! Take the bait!

“The kiss they are talking about … is when two people who like each other very much share a kiss.”

Gon would have cried with happiness right then if it weren’t for the fact that the plan was still in action. He wanted to scream, jump on the table, do a little dance – make a little love if it were possible.

The most important fact was that Killua took the bait. And it had answered (well, only half of it though) a very important question. But Gon had to check if the answer to his question wasn’t wrong. This time, Killua’s reaction would be more crucial.

Gon tried to act as naturally as he could and look naïve at his best. “Well, I like you a lot! Does that mean if we were to kiss, we would –”

“Baka!”

Gon hadn’t noticed until now, but his heart was pounding so fast, so hard that he was afraid Killua would have heard it. His heart was also pounding so hard because he had actually confessed he liked Killua. But seeing as it was part of his plan, Killua would think that Gon wasn’t talking about ‘like like’ him. Both teens looked each other in the eyes, staring was all they could do.

The black haired boy didn’t know if his plan was still working, he needed to hear Killua speak once more. Because that ‘baka’ comment wasn’t really he had been rooting for. He was afraid – afraid his plan wouldn’t work. Afraid of rejection.

“You only kiss someone when you love that person!” Killua finally snapped at him, some ice cream flying out of his mouth and landing on Gon’s face. Gon hadn’t noticed though, he was too busy to calm his heart down.

“But I do love you!” Gon replied naively as he stared Killua down with his brown eyes.

Killua hopelessly lowered his head, partly because he felt Gon was stupid and partly because he was hiding the blush that somehow appeared on his cheeks.

“You’re hopeless, you know, don’t say embarrassing stuff like that,” Killua sighed, not looking into Gon’s stubborn eyes. Gon was currently trying to push away his feelings; he just said out loud that he loved Killua. Of course Killua wouldn’t think in that way – because after all, this was still Gon’s plan.

“But you do know what it is, right?” Asked a very, very innocently and kind of shy Gon (he should win an award for this). Killua turned his head to look at Gon as he slowly nodded.

“Hai.”

“Could you show it for me?”

You could say that the ice creams were the last thing on both these boys’ mind.

Gon was hiding a smile and also hiding the fact that his heart seemed to have gone out of control. This was it, this was the moment he had planned out! What would happen from then, he wasn’t sure. But if what he predicted would come true …. Then he could die happily.

Gon wanted to jump on Killua when he saw the light, pinkish spots on his cheeks. The former assassin was blushing! His crush was blushing because of him! Gon tried, but couldn’t help it as he cracked a large smile. He could pass it off as waiting for Killua to show him what a kiss ‘really’ is.

What would he do? What was Killua going to do?

“You can’t be serious …” said Killua in a soft voice, full of denial, his eyes looking at the table as he tried to will his stupid blush away.

Screw the plan, if he won’t get the expected answer out of Killua in a few seconds, then he was going to tackle him and then smother him to death. Yes, yes, smother the blushing Killua to death. What a nice idea, why hadn’t he thought of this before?

Gon pulled his eyebrows together and stomped his foot, making it clear he was seriously. “Show me!”

One could interpret that Gon was actually saying; “Kiss me now, you fool!” But then again, tables had turned and now it was Killua who was clueless. All part of his plan, of course.

“Why should I?” Uttered out a now completely baffled and embarrassed Killua. He had stood up from his chair and placed both his hands on the table, over towering Gon with his height. Gon felt some steam coming from out of his ears. It seemed his plan wasn’t working – in fact, it seemed it was failing miserably. Gon wanted to scream out his frustrations as he narrowed his eyes at Killua.

“Because I want to know!” Gon snapped back as he also stood up from his chair and lunged over the table. He had almost said; “Because I want you!” Though luckily, he prevented himself from saying it. Another plus for him.

His plan wasn’t working! It should have worked! He had planned out everything last night, he couldn’t let himself go to sleep unless he had everything figured out. That’s when he formed up this plan – a plan to not only figure out if Killua felt the same about him, but also to lure Killua into kissing him. All he had to do was play naïve, and ask what a kiss was. As expected, Killua would react indifferent and pass it off as ‘Gon is acting naïve and doesn’t know what a kiss REALLY is’. It had worked up until now. But how could Killua be so … so clueless!

“No!” Killua hissed as he glared into Gon’s persistent eyes. A couple of people had stopped minding their own business to look at the quarrel the blushing teens were having. Gon bit his lip as he glared back into Killua’s sea green eyes.

“Why you,” Gon growled in a low voice and moved closer to Killua, almost crawling over the small table.

SPLASH!

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Killua didn’t know what had hit him in the face until he felt the cold, sweet taste of the ice scream slowly melting into his mouth. It took him a few seconds to realize that Gon had thrown his ice cream right in his face. The silver haired boy was about to sweep off the ice cream from his eyes when he felt something unexpected touch his ice cream covered lips. It was soft, and oddly warm against the cold ice cream. His body went tense as he felt his heart jump all over himself, just because of this soft … and warm feeling. It tasted like strawberries. And just like that, it left his lips.

Killua carefully rubbed the ice cream out of his eyes and casually propped his finger into his mouth, licking off the remains of strawberry ice cream. He ignored the fact that his heart seemed to flutter somewhere above his head, or the fact that Gon was actually sitting on the table.

“Baka!” He yelled out and in one swift movement, threw his own ice cream in Gon’s awaiting (and adorable) face. Killua climbed upon the table and placed his hands on Gon’s shoulders, whom was currently trying to spit out ice cream in order to breathe again.

“If you really wanted for me to kiss you; you should have just asked!” And with that, he pulled Gon closer to himself and firmly planted his lips upon Gon’s.

It tasted like a little bit of Gon, a little bit of strawberry and a little bit of pure heaven.

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Nani – What?

Yosh – Okay/Alright!

Hontoni – Really?

Hai – Yes.

Baka – Idiot.



ps: this is my first avatar made by me... ofcourse im just a begginer...
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