Runaway Snow (Killugon Vampire AU)

Vampire At The Carnival

Me: Can we do a none dramatic chapter this week?

My Brain: *Le gasp* Never!

Me: Please?

My Brain: No!

Me: But we need to build up their relationship with more than just drama.

My Brain: Well... maybe just this once... MAYBE

Me: You better not betray me now. One happy chapter, that's all I want!

My Brain: Don't tell me what to do!

Me: Well I wouldn't have to if you could write fluffy things!

My Brain: I can write fluffy things! Easy!

Me: Fine, then prove it!

My Brain: Fine!

I swear, this book is WAY too dramatic. Gon and Killua haven't had one chapter where there isn't any mental strain on at least one of them. So I'm gonna make this chapter completely drama-free! ... I hope.

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Killua's POV

"You need some help?" It was hard not to laugh at the supposedly changing boy. He had bought a werewolf costume to wear to the Halloween carnival, but he had gotten himself all tangled inside the main outfit.

"Nah... I think I've got it... Yeah, I need help," he gave in.

I chuckled and went to the poor boy, "Well, to start with... maybe you should have tried to put it on upside down."

"Oh, this probably would've been a lot easier if I'd done that," my currently invisible angel admitted.

"All right, let's see... maybe... here, lift your arms." He did as instructed and raised his arms, and I quickly removed the furry onesie. I flipped it so it was right side up and helped him step into it. "Why the hell did you try to put it on your head?"

"I don't know, I thought it would be easier."

"You looked more like bigfoot than a werewolf," I smirked.

"Yeah, well, bigfoots better than what you have. You don't even have a costume!"

"Please, I'm my own costume. Just give me a black blanket or something and I can be one of those cliché vampires from the myths."

"But you're always a vampire, don't you wanna try dressing up as something else?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't have time to go costume shopping. I only got back here last night," I defended sarcastically.

"Fine, but next year, I get to pick out your costume."

"Okay, you picked it last year so I don't have any experience costume picking anyway. But don't choose anything embarrassing."

"You're giving me ideas already!" he cheered. Uh oh, what the hell is he gonna make me wear?! I was lowkey scared now, ideas of the princess gowns from last year flashing in my head.

"Okay," I said zipping up the onesie for him and grabbing the face paint. "Sit down." He did as told and I tried to paint on a few realistic wolf features. It didn't turn out as bad as I thought it would if I was being honest. "There, all done."

He immediately jumped up and ran to the bathroom so he could look in the mirror. "Woah! I look so cool!"

"Of course, after all, I'm a master at face paint."