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L watched him with an intensity like he wanted to tear through him, search for a truth, any truth, that he seemed to be so sure lied somewhere inside him. What there could be to find, besides what he already freely bared to the world, Light didn’t know. Why L cared so much, Light understood even less.
Light wasn’t Kira, but maybe he could be.
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Goh turned over in bed, propping himself up on his elbow. “You have a good voice.” He was afraid that his words might shatter it, the moonlight, the blue, the brightly silver voice below him.
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A miscellaneous collection of (mostly) missing scenes from Journeys involving Ash and Goh.
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“I didn’t kill myself,” Gon says.
Killua jerks his head to give Gon a look. “Don’t joke about that. Come on, I need to know.”
“I really didn’t!” Gon insists. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Killua tugs on Gon’s wrist and they duck into the opening together. Nothing changes; Killua curses internally. He’d been hoping this door would be a portal to some other part of the dream world, but it seems he’d been afforded no such luck. Gon’s eyes glimmer dark in the low light.
Killua stares. “Why are you here, then?”
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AU inspired by Wonder Egg Priority. You don't need to have watched it to read this.
Edit June 2025: this work is being rewritten.
Edit December 2025: ^no it is not (at the moment) and I make no promises. read at your own risk lol -
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Gon's calm focus was a sharp contrast to the wild, fiery force of his aura expanding, whirling and whipping around him, the heat of it coming off in waves. It was so bright, like the sun. A solar flare. A bonfire in the forest at night. Hot, hot, hot, hot. Killua felt like the skin of his eyelids might have been burnt away. He watched, transfixed.
So, Gon was gold on the inside. It was no real surprise, but it was another thing to see it.
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There had been that timeless eternity of nothing, floating death. He remembers the abrupt, searing hot pain of resurrection, or salvation, or purification, or whatever it was. He remembers, later, Nanika’s kind smile. Her immense presence, the giant, heavy hand of god. Leaving any bad parts in the fish will affect the drying process. How could she have erred? This can’t be how it’s supposed to feel.
While no one else seems to be able to, Killua must have seen it.