Fics like eight years from now, by the sea...

Killua and Gon find themselves facing down the men they'll be in eight years, and Killua is convinced they're keeping a dark secret-- after all, his future self seems a little shifty, and Gon's older self has a strange, dark look in his eye. The experience leads to a little more self-inventory than either of them had been betting on. “Neh, Killua? Have I told you the story about The Little Mermaid before?” “Mmm? The Little Mermaid? Isn’t that a children’s fairytale?” “You know the story, right?” “Sure. Some stupid mermaid throws away everything she’s ever known to be with some guy she met once. Then when, surprise surprise, he has a fiance and she realizes that he’ll never love a freak like her, she tries to kill him. She fails, she stabs herself, and returns to the sea as nothing more than cheap moss. It’s a cautionary tale.” Of which he was familiar with a great many more. Caution. Fear. That was how they’d kept him on a leash for so long. Gon seemed to fall silent at that, probably stewing about his family again. He didn’t blame him, honestly, it was the one cautionary tale he’d seemed to take as a road map.

Fics like eight years from now, by the sea...

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