AUTHOR's NOTE: Okay, so my first HisoKillu. I'm so excited! Although, to be honest, it's kind of a compass without sense of direction. I mean, I love the couple, because they are my favorite characters in the series, but how many scenes have they had where Hisoka actually acknowledged Killu's presence? 3? Maybe 4? That's why they are so difficult to write, but I hope this idea works. Please enjoy!
Hisoka had been heading to his hotel room in the god's forsaken village, which was admittedly the biggest around, yet still too rural and simplistic for his tastes. He had been hired to assassinate an important mafia boss of the nearest country, who had taken refuge on the most inconspicuous place he could find. He had made sure to prolong his death, of course.
The job in itself had been easy, maybe too easy, and the only happening that had entertained him had been the fight against the mafia boss's most loyal followers, who had been two Nen users in their early thirties. One had been an Enhancer and the other a Conjurer, both with abilities good enough to make the whole ordeal worth it.
Now that his blood-high was dying, however, irritation was starting to take over his mind, and an annoyed jester is not something the world wanted to see. He was thinking of heading back to York Shin when he spotted a familiar enough figure in front of him.
He almost lost his train of thought, doing a double take before smiling wickedly. And sure enough, walking distractedly towards him and clutching a brown paper bag to his chest was none other than the Zoldyk's heir, Killua. His face lit up at the prospect of a good fight, or at least an interesting little adventure, because trouble always seemed to follow the white-haired hunter and his inseparable friend. Speaking of which, he couldn't spot him anywhere, and his pedo-sense wasn't tingling either. Maybe the young pair had separated for a while to look for something like they sometimes did, or they had had a fight, if the somewhat sad expression on KIllua's face was any indication.
Thinking of how cute the little boys were he decided to approach the ex-assassin, hoping he would lead him towards his beloved Ringo-chan. He was sure the easiest and quickest way of conciliation for those two was to have a common enemy to fight, namely himself.
The kid was near enough to start noticing his presence and more importantly his huge -although suppressed- Nen, but continued walking with his mind seemingly far far away. What a great harm breakheart can do to a warrior's concentration, he thought amusedly.
"If it isn't the snow-haired Zoldyk." he said as a way of greeting when they crossed paths, hands on his hips and a smirk in place.
The kid, however, ignored him and went on walking, hugging the bag protectively against his chest. He frowned when he noticed the lack of reaction from both the boy and his Nen, which was very strange indeed. With Illumi's training burned into his mind, even if the boy had been forcing himself into ignoring him, his Nen would have subconsciously been altered. The boy still didn't have that good of a control over it, did he?
With big strides he placed himself before the young hunter and bent down to meet his gaze.
"Are,are. That wasn't very nice, ignoring me like that."
The boy turned his lost gaze towards him with a start, and Hisoka's frown deepened when he saw no fear or wariness, just surprise.
"Oh! I-I'm sorry, were you talking to me?" he asked shyly, looking at him with big, blue eyes.
"Of course, Killua. To whom else?" he retorted, tilting his head slightly and scowling. There was definitely something wrong. That or the Zoldyk kid was playing him. If that was the case he'd have to make sure to congratulate him, not many had had the guts to try and remain this calm.
"Killu- Oh! Do you know me?" suddenly the boy seemed unexplainably excited, and his eyes shone with hope.
Knowing something was wrong but being unable to pinpoint what exactly, he tried a different approach.
"Where's Gon?"
"… who?" asked the boy after some confused beats of silence.
Hisoka had heard enough. If the brat was trying to provoke him he had succeeded. Spectacularly. Grabbing the slender arm in an iron grip he guided the squirming and protesting boy to a secluded blind alley. Now, away from prying eyes, he stopped on his tracks and turned to the young hunter. He was looking at him with too wide, alarmed eyes and he was trembling, completely unmasked fear rolling off of him.
It wasn't the usual fear he had come to associate with the Zoldyk heir-the rational, calculated fear for his power and bloodlust-, but the kind of fear a toddler holds for the monster under the bed. Childish. Irrational.
"I-I'm sorry if I did something wrong! Please don't hurt me, I don't even know you and I really don't have any mon-"
"What's your eldest brother's name?" cut the magician with a frown.
The boy stopped his rant and swallowed nervously, obviously trying to come up with an answer that didn't upset him.
"I-I don't know" he started softly, unable to hold his gaze "I didn't even know I had siblings. M-maybe you could take me to them? I've been kind of lost and-"
"You've lost your memories"-once again interrupted Hisoka, and to his own amazement he sounded actually surprised.
"I-I think so. I-I mean, I woke up alone in the middle of nowhere, and I couldn't remember a thing. Thankfully, some farmers were coming from the village at the other side of the mountains to sell their products in this market, so they took me with them. If it hadn't been for them I'd still be-"
"What about Nen? Do you remember Nen?" asked the jester, getting more agitated than before. Gon was missing, Killua had amnesia, and if he had forgotten how to use Nen too he would get royally pissed off. Suddenly, his day was looking more annoying by the minute.
"Who is Nen?" asked Killua shyly, clutching his bag close to his chest.
"It's not a person, it's an ability. We are able to alter our inner energy and use it to fight by strengthening our body, sharpening our senses and creating attacks. Here." he explained quickly, hoping that the ignorance would only be due to memory loss and that the boy's body still remembered Nen.
To test his theory, he lifted a finger and formed a heart with his energy. He knew first hand that after the training they had undergone on Greed Island with the deceivingly young lady it had become a second nature for the young duo to use Gyo.
Killua, however, just stared blankly at his raised index finger and then looked around, and it suddenly downed on the magician that he was searching for the joke.
"A-ano… Not to be rude, but are you sure you're alright?"
Hisoka was positively seething now. How dare he forget Nen? So maybe he hadn't paid much attention to the kid for being Illumi's own unripe fruit and all, but he had still so much amusement to offer, especially after he had perfected his Nen enough to transmute it into electricity. But now all had gone down the drain. What if Gon had forgotten too? Whoever had done this would pay dearly, he'd make sure of that. But first, he had to make Killua react to his Nen somehow.
"And Hatsu? Have you forgotten Hatsu too?" he asked in a furious tone, his usual smoothness completely forgotten.
"Wha…" began the boy while taking a step backwards, cowed by the anger in the jester's voice.
"This is Hatsu!" he shouted, letting his Nen flow and expand, admittedly using more Ren than Hatsu, making it impossible for someone to approach without using Ten.
The boy yelped and stopped breathing altogether, his eyes so wide they could fall out of their sockets and sweat sliding down his face. When blue eyes met golden, he let out a frightened scream and started running for the main street.
Hisoka snapped out of his angry state and appeared before Killua, covering his only exit and making him halt. They boy looked up at him with terrified and wet eyes, tears running down his porcelain cheeks. He looked like a little rabbit trapped before a magnificent and poisonous snake.
The magician tsked and muttered a "That's no good" before crouching in front of the kid, who now seemed to be hyperventilating.
"Ok, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. I thought it would give you some memories back, but clearly I was wrong." he said with surprisingly not faked resignation, trying to make himself look as unthreatening as possible.
It seemed to work, because after a few beats of silence, the boy calmed down enough to talk.
"Y-you weren't trying to-to k-kill me?" he whispered uncertainly, clutching his bag so tight he thought he heard something snap.
"Of course not." huffed Hisoka "If I had wanted you dead you'd already be"
As soon as it left his mouth, the jester mentally facepalmed himself. Clearly not the best reassuring speech for a child.
The boy, however, surprised him by smiling shyly and murmuring a soft "okay" after watching him with wide eyes for a few seconds. He seemed to finally calm down as he used the sleeve of his shirt to wipe the tears away. Hisoka was thankful, because he wouldn't have known if he'd have been able to cope with a crying kid.
"Gon might be in the same situation you are. That's why you need to remember something that will lead us to…"
"Who's Gon?" KIllua interrupted, looking at him with big, blue eyes shining with curiosity and an innocence he wasn't used to seeing in the young Zoldyk.
"He's your friend" he answered, keeping the frown away from his face.
"Is he your friend too?" the boy asked again, tilting his head.
Hisoka widened his eyes in surprise, completely taken off guard by the question. Explaining their relationship would be complicated and it'd surely scare the boy away, so he went along with the suggestion.
"Yeah, you could say so, I guess."
"Cool." murmured the boy, excitement taking over his features "So my name's Killua, right?" the jester nodded "What's yours?"
"Hisoka" answered the magician, eyeing the boy's excitement with interest.
Suddenly the boy's face fell and he blushed deeply. At Hisoka's raised eyebrow, he turned his gaze to the side and began fidgeting.
"Ano… I was thinking that… as my friend is your friend too… maybe we should…could…" Hisoka had to suppress an amused chuckle when the kid started twiddling his thumbs in front of his tightly clutched bag. "…look for this Gon together or something? I-if it's okay with you, that's it." finally, he found enough courage to look into those slanted, golden eyes and let out what had been bothering him since he woke up amnesiac. "I-I've been feeling quite lonely, because I couldn't remember anything and I was afraid of people taking advantage of that. You're the first to recognize me , and-and I'd like to know more about myself and find this friend of ours and you're pretty strong, so it should be easy if we go together… right?" he said hopefully, and if Hisoka didn't know better, he would have sworn the kid was making puppy dog eyes.
"Of course. I was thinking the same thing, Killua. We'll find Gon together, ne?" he answered with a reassuring smile, which without bloodlust or scary Nen was actually quite convincing.
And just like that, the boys nervousness disappeared and he returned the smile with a big, shining one of his own.
Mentally patting himself in the back for getting the boy's trust, the magician noticed something.
"Are? What are you carrying in the bag, Killua? I think it's starting to melt" he said, pointing the substance dropping from the bottom of the paper bag.
The boy widened his eyes in comical alarm and shouted a stressed "Oh, no!" while taking out a half melted strawberry flavored ice cream.
"Aww… I spend 2 days working in a shop to buy these" he whined, taking out another two ice cream pots in similar states with a pout.
The jester straightened up while chuckling, and offered his hand to the ex-assassin.
"Come, I'll buy you some more"
The kid looked up quickly, a hopeful and delighted expression on his face. "Really?"
"Yeah." He replied, taking the bag and ice creams and throwing them to the side. "Let's go. I'll buy you a chocolate one."
Killua stopped licking his sticky fingers to look at him. "Chocolate?"
Hisoka found himself unable to hide his smirk, thinking of how interesting it would be watching the boy while he rediscovered his love for chocolate.
That's all, folks! Please, review for any suggestions or comments that you wanna make. Also, I know Killua seems a bit OOC, but I've decided to make him that way because he is insecure without his memories, and will gradually turn back to the Killua we all know and love. At least that's the plan, I've never written Killua so he may not be the same as in the series. I'll try my best though (and I'm open to ideas and a lil help XD)!