The Sound of Silence

In which nothing actually happens, but-if-I-have-to-come-up-with-something, I would say it's about strangely unrealistic dreams and even more strange.. maybe-a-little-more-realistic dreams ^^"

Disclaimer: I own nothing. ..Though I'd have expected you to have figured this out by now?

The hotel room seemed much different at night. The light, eye pleasing colors all looked dark, somewhat blue-ish in the light that fell from the moon and through the window.

Killua sat beside Gon's bed, sleeping lighly. It was night, and Gon had yet to awake from the sleeping medicine the doctor had prescribed him. The hotelroom was quiet, the only movement being the curtain fluttering in the wind from the open window. Through the window came distant sounds of drunken laughter, fights and occasionally a passionate shout. Killua slept through all these unrelated events of drama. The only sounds or movements that had the power to jerk him awake were those made by his best friend. Once in a while, Gon would groan or move slightly, and every time Killua's eyes fluttered open. Nervously he would study his friend's profile in the blue-ish shadows, and only when he was sure everything was as it should be, his head would start falling slightly to one side, as he once again relaxed his muscles and mind.

The rocks continued for as long as he could see forward, shouldering the dark and wild sea that raged against their innocence. The sky was as grey as the living waters, which could hardly be told from the rocky beach. On the rocks stands a boy, bright. He is bright in all the grey surrounding him. Over him soars a seagull, just one. It flies higher and higher, towards the moon. Instead of disappearing in the distance, the moon and the seagull seems to come closer and closer to the boy. It flickers in and out of the moon like a negative, creating strange colors that could have been of another world. He is fascinated, staring at the bird, the moon. The bird starts flickering, suddenly fading into the moon. His hand is reached out, trying to catch the lone bird before it's colors are lost in the cold ocean of the moon.

Gon moved again, giving a small somewhat whimpering sound. His face was distorted in something that could have been anger. His eyebrows turned downwards, and his eyes shut more tightly, as something that resembled crying escaped his lips. Killua laid a hand over his friend's, and soon Gon's expression was once again peaceful.

Gon was not prone to nightmares, he simply had too little fear in him for it. He was usually a bright and cheery person, who could take any situation and turn it absurdly upside down just to prove that the world was a fine place to live in. Killua smiled slightly: That was what he liked the most about his friend. He had certainly turned his world upside down, that was for sure!

But then his face became serious again, as his mind wandered back to the time he had found Gon in the alley. There had been something.. different about him. Something shaken.. sad, confused... Why had he not hurried back to the hotel when he got hurt? Why not at least try to stop the bleeding?! What the hell had occupied his mind? ...And what was with the way, he was tossing in bed now, as if having his first nightmare in years? He laid a hand on Gon's forehead, and as expected he had a slight fever. Killua sighed, as he battled himself into NOT waking up his troubled friend. The doctor had ordered sleep, and though Killua despised authorities he did not feel like questioning the doctor's order at this point.

The bird had completely dissappeared, and the moon hang low over the horizon, far out of reach. Once in a while, it seemed to disappear under the untidy waves, but the long reflection cutting the waters in two always gave it's position away.

That's when he sees the boat, cutting through the waters with impressive speed, following the line of the moon. It's an oldfashioned boat, using a sail to catch the winds that, despite the agressiveness of the sea, had seemed unexistant till then. Now it's blowing nicely, pushing the ship towards the cliff. The cliff stands tall and erect, ready to crush the small boat in thousands of small pieces for the sea to play with. He is waving, trying to get the boat to turn away. But it's too late, the four elements: The cliff, the light and the moon and sea are bound to collide. Playful bird out of sight, all odds are against the moon realizing the fatality of it's course. Suddenly colors are everywhere..

Killua was startled awake, when Gon muttered incomprehensible words under his breath. He was shaking, whether from the fever itself or the dreams following it, he could not tell. Quietly, Killua rose to his feet and sat down beside Gon in the bed. His friend was still shaking and whimpering. Killua was not one for comforting people, but he knew that Gon found safety in closeness. Due to their different upbringings, Killua did not quite agree with this. But if it could help his friend relax..

Hesitantly he lay down on top of the duvet that was covering Gon, and wrapped his arms around him. At first, the effort seemed to have been futile. But soon Gon relaxed, his breathing slowing markedly down and the frown exchanged for a more peaceful expression.

Two bodies against each other, close. The dim light of the moon barely revealed their contours to each other, but they knew. They knew all the perfections, all the imperfections. A sandy beach was their bed, and the roaring sound of the sea drowned out their labored breathing. Perfection in the art came naturally, more so than anything else. Again. Again. Changing positions, groans of delight and those of pain. But all in perfection; neither seem to mind.

All too soon, reality seemed to start melting around the figures, and is changed for a bed. In a room, lightened by the moon, but far from sea. A young boy opens his eyes.

Gons' eyes fluttered open, a blush apparent on his face. Already his dream was fleeing him, but the feeling had yet to leave him completely. The duvet seemed to cover him quite tightly, and he felt somewhat dizzy and sleepy. Sleeping medicine? A look to the chair beside his bed showed him that Killua was not there. He felt somewhat disappointed that he had simply gone to bed, but chose the chance to steal a look at his friends sleeping face. He turned around in bed, and.. - Had almost fallen out, when he came face to face with the sleeping Killua! He stared in awe at his friend, wondering if he had not yet completely woken up. But after a while his schocked expression was changed for a more happy, fond one.

Killua really cared about him. Maybe not in the same way that he cared for him, but certainly not less. He was even more beautiful than in his dream, even more perfect.

Killua was working hard not to hyperventialate, and keep his breathing natural. He had been sleeping until Gon started moving, at which point he had woken up completely. But now, suddenly faced with this awkward situation, he found it best to feign sleep. Gon took an awfully long time to study his face, or whatever he was doing, but at least it didn't seem like he was about to throw him out of bed.

They had been sleeping together until just recently, so really, it wasn't that much of a deal?! He guessed.. But still, there was something.. An unknown feeling ran down his spine, when Gon's hand brushed his cheek.

Gon let his hand fall as if he had been burned. What was up with him anyway, was he planning to molest his sleeping friend!? -Not a bad idea- came a voice from somehere within, but he ignored it skillfully. Pulling his act together, Gon turned around. He stared at the flickering curtain, and the shape of the moon outside. The town was noisy tonight, but he hardly recognized it. The dizzyness was taking over again, pulling him into a darker part of sleep; one with no dreams.

…

The water dripped off of Gon, soaking and warming. It felt good to be able to clean himself. Somehow he had felt dirty for the past couple of days, even though it was not unusual for him to go a few days without taking a thorough bath. But that woman seemed to have stained him, made his thoughts even more tangled and confused.

He ran a hand through his hair, enjoying the seldom sensation of having it hang down into his face. He let his thoughts run with the water, cleaning them and bringing him more pleasant ones. The face of a sleeping Killua beside him called forth a small smile. He had enjoyed being babied by his friend during this period, and while some situations HAD seemed rather awkward, his inability to run away had forced him to always stay with Killua. It was clear that Killua had been quite happy with being able to hang around with him. Gon felt somewhat guilty for all the running-away he'd been doing recently.

But even more so, he felt guilty for the ...interesting... dreams he had had about himself and his friend. While Killua was taking care of him in good belief, he was having such.. Gon blushed at the thought. Such..dreams.

He didn't even know where this excessively perverted creative imagination had come to him from. He had never been much for porn or sex-talk, and it wasn't really something he had thought much of. But these dreams! Just the thought gave him some trouble breathing normally, and he had to splash a good deal of water in his face before the thoughts left him.

"Damn, I'm a pervert.."

Killua who had been sitting on his bed reading the newspaper, looked up when he heard Gon mumbling something in the bathroom.

"What was that?" He got no answer, and walked over to the door and knocked on it.

"Do you need help for anything?"

Gon stiffened when he heard Killua at the door.

".. ... ... "

"Gon? Are you okay?"

"... ..."

"I'm coming in..!"

"Argh, no, wait, I was just talking to a sheep! -Ah, in my sleep!"

Killua, who, through years of practice had learned to ignore the randomness of his best friend, never spoke of the episode.

Authors note:

Woo, a new chapter! Not particularly inspired, and nothing really happens here.. But I'm a bit afraid to move TOO fast too. I considered writing more to get some actual action into this chapter, but on the other hand I wanted to show you I'm still alive.. So I thought it wise to post now.

Again, english is not my native language, so if you see any strange use of some words or see the same error repeated; please tell me.

General feedback is ofcourse more than welcome too^^

NOTE: I've fixed the obvious errors in past chapters, and will see if I can get a new one written. I'm pretty sure I actually wrote the next chapter, but it's a question if I can find it.. And if it's even worth looking for :P