HxH RANDOM DRABBLES
A/N: Ehehehe.. forgive me for doing this. I'm not that good in writing drabbles, and this is my first time so be easy on me. But see, I just had to write this. :P Drop me a note somehow, ne? ;
Shampoo
Soft, barely audible footsteps resonated within the small, confined chamber where Hisoka was currently in. In the darkness of the place, the round, silver ends of the pins on the face of the newly arrived man twinkled, casting several small penumbras on the damp floor, creating an illusion of glittering auroras. Gitara Kuru strode along, not minding the other man's otherwise elusive presence, and merely passed by the tower of cards that the magician created. As if on cue, the pins started to pop out the moment he stopped walking.
Hisoka just had to smile. It never failed to amuse him watching Gitara Kuru transform into the cold, infamous eldest Zoldick. Intense raven eyes of pure nothingness, followed by a shock of long, silky, black hair. The smile he had on now became a stifled snicker as subconsciously he began to wonder what brand of shampoo Illumi was using.
Missing You
She was cleaning the last of the already washed glasses. As always, it had been a very long day in the bar, what with the overwhelming number of people from all walks of life coming inand out of her small pub. Everything was now in order, and the only thing she hasn't done yet was to go back to her room to respite. The tables were upturned, along with all the high chairs. Only a small bulb was turned on, just so she could have something to aid her in her cleaning. The floor had been mopped till it glittered and all the wine bottles were now safely tucked in their respective places within the counter.
The wind chime just outside her door suddenly sang. But she gave it no heed. How many nights had she been mistaken anyway? 100? 250? 600? She had lost count. Instead of minding the suddenly distracting noise, she continued wiping away at the glass' mouth even though it was already squeaky clean.
"Mito-san?" a voice echoed.
The glass in her hand fell and shattered.
Her long wait was over.
Paradigm Shift
Kurapika was not used to doing nothing. Even in his most idle moments, he always had something worthwhile to do. Whether it be repeating an already read book, observing the surroundings or merely thinking about thinking, he was never content to just sitting around. That's why it was quite a shock that he had nothing, absolutely nothing to do inside his boss' hotel room. He was tasked to spend the night with her, and being that he was in a damn-if-you-do-damn-if-you-don't situation because he was barely two days with his job, there was nothing he could do. Heck, he wasn't even able to bring anything, let alone a single book. He had no right to complain. Besides, he should be level-headed enough to survive whatever the situation called for. That was his job.
And so sighing, he took his hands off his face and turned to face the damned boobtube flickering in front of him. Neon, who had been sitting on the carpeted floor, had been laughing for some minutes now, obviously thoroughly amused. Bracing himself for whatever nonsense he might witness, he sat down on the couch and began to watch as well.
10 minutes.
30 minutes.
And Neon Nostrad was already getting bored.
"Ne, what time are we leaving?" she asked her bodyguard.
Silence.
"Anou…."
"Sssshh.. Squidwirt is saying something,".
Come Back
"…. And take good care," Mito's voice played on the background as Gon and Killua now stood outside her house.
Their short break was over, and it was time to continue their quest for Gon's father. They had discovered a lot about Greed Island in the duration of their short stay, but in order to actually reach their goal, they have yet again to go on another adventure.
"… and do something with your hair! I swear if you ever come back without that having trimmed at all, you're going to be one bald hunter!" Mito said, ruffling Gon's hair.
Killua laughed as he watched them from a distance. He had started walking when he heard their footsteps approaching.
"Killua-kun, chotto!" he heard her say. He was just about to turn when suddenly, he was buried beneath an embrace, and he felt a warm kiss being planted on his forehead.
"Do come back, alright? With Gon?"
He blinked.
Underneath the embrace, a smile was unconsciously forming on his lips.
He would.
He most certainly would.
ChocoRobots
"How much?"
"Just a thousand gennies,"
"Do you realize that's all we have left? Ne, Killua?"
"Awww, come on Gon! Please?"
"No."
"You are such a miser!"
"No. I am going to save this even if it's the last thing I do. You're not spending it on nonsense again,"
"Che. I hate you,"
"Hmpf."
Gon indeed was such a miser. Now what was wrong with shelling a few bucks? Inwardly, he almost wished he were back home. There, he could spend anything on everything. Frowning, he closed the door to the other's back a little too loudly just so Gon could hear his irritation. His irritation was welcomed by the sight of his unmade bed, and a second later, he found himself nestled in its comfort, sleep catching up with him the very moment his eyes closed.
Several hours passed before he woke up. Stretching, a box at the foot of his bed caught his otherwise sleepy eyes. He slapped himself once. Twice. No. He certainly wasn't dreaming.
"ChocoRobots", the box's label read.
He smiled.
Watching Over
Two days have gone by and still his fever was not getting any better. The young doctor-to-be brushed a lock of tousled golden mane away from the other's forehead in order to feel his temperature. Hot. He was still very hot.
Leorio stood up, dipped the cloth in a new basin of cold water, before putting it back on Kurapika's forehead. He was getting impatient. Impatient for the Kuruta's condition to get better. Impatient for the fever to go down. Impatient to scold the younger boy of how much he had been abusing his otherwise fragile body. Impatient for this dark chapter of Kurapika's life to end.
And impatient to tell him he would always be by his side.
No matter what.
Battle of the sexes
He had been watching the young Kuruta for a few minutes now. And with watching, he didn't mean just glancing at the other whimsically. No. He was scrutinizing every part of the other, and the more he studied this rare specimen, the more he was getting convinced.
Earrings. Check.
Blond hair. Check.
Voice. Check.
Clothes. Check.
Body Built. Check.
Demeanor. Check.
"What are you staring at me for?" came the sharp question. And being caught off guard, Tonpa jumped out of his skin.
"Nothing. Just.. just thinking," he replied half-truthfully, dragging his feet as far away as possible.
The coldness in that voice was enough to make him think otherwise.
No.
Definitely not.