Title: Just Let Go
Subtitle: Junjo Illusionist, a parody of Junjo Egoist Act 7
Genre: Romantic comedy
Rating: T
Warning: YAOI---+ Hisoka loves Illumi loves Kuroro loves Kurapica
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Togashi.
Notes: AU. I recently read vol 3 of Junjo Romantica by Shungiku Nakamura and I thought the plot for Egoist Act 7 and 8 was perfect for Hisoka and Illumi. So I've converted it to this fic almost to the panel. Illumi is OOC for being emotional and can't hold his liquor xD;
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Just Let Go
Act 1
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Is this really me?
The humid December wind chilled me to my bones as I waited for my good friend outside York Shin University. I balanced on the railing and swung my legs to and fro. The laughter of students emerging from the school gate made me widen my eyes and scan the group expectantly, hoping for any sign of him. None...So I bury my face in my scarf, hug myself and kick the gravel. I can't believe I'm feeling this way...a cold-blooded professional like me...is behaving like a high school girl in love. But I don't care. As long as I can catch a glimpse of him and chat with him for a few minutes…he makes it all worthwhile. A big smile blossoms over my face when he arrives. But as soon as he waves back to me, its gone.
I'm terrified that if Kuroro knows how I feel about him ...he'll never want to see me again.
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It was a boiling hot Friday evening. I was awoken by the suffocatingly close scent of leather upholstery and freshly shampooed hair. I was in a strange room, damp hands and legs were wrapped around my bare skin and I could feel hot breath on the nape of my neck. What the – Stretching out my arm I felt the backrest of a couch and hoisted myself up. The arm reluctantly slid aside although the leg clung on. Rubbing my temples and squinting, I tried to focus through an alcoholic haze. I caught a pair of narrow green eyes staring at me from a finely-chiseled face. A young man was lying next to me, dressed only in a pair of track pants and a towel around his neck as if he just came out of the shower. He propped a palm on his cheek and smirked. Why the hell is he looking at me like that for?! Is there something on my shirt? I looked down... and covered my face in embarrassment. I was stark naked.
Oh god, I did it again.
"Aww…your face is all red." He smirked widely and rolled some strands of my long black hair between his fingers. "Want me to cool you down with a wet towel?" I favored him with a frustrated, bugged-eyed glare before I pushed away his legs and stood up. My clothes were randomly tossed all over the floor as if roughly torn from my body. I located my jeans, then hurried over to a dark corner and hastily pulled them on. However, I was still drunk and had to lean against the wall to stop myself from tripping.
"What's the rush? It's Saturday. You don't have to go to school and I don't have to work. We can just…take our time."
"I'm not interested."
"Don't be so cold Illumi. I didn't force you to come here, you know."
This man is Hisoka. A real estate agent who works near York Shin University. As a matter of fact his shop is located right behind the railing where I habitually wait for my friend. I remember walking home alone, after getting drunk by myself at the uni-bar. When I passed by "my" railing…I began leaning nostalgically against it. Perhaps I looked like a prospective buyer browsing through the catalogues displayed on the glass window, because a lean, professionally dressed salesman stepped out. He waved at me with a debonair smile. "Won't you come in?" I hesitated… I had no intention of buying anything but his feline eyes attracted me. As we stared at each other, his green eyes narrowed mischievously and became even more piercing. He walked over, lowered his voice into a husky whisper. "I can show you some better accommodation…"
I followed him home.
What was I thinking?! Didn't I say I'll never do one-night stands? Oh god! Dad told me never to risk me life except for work! How could I have been as careless as to follow a complete stranger to his home? No use crying over spilt milk! I simply have to strengthen my willpower not to do this again! But…I wonder. Whenever I think about him. It overwhelms me with loneliness. I become an over-emotional puppet of darkness.
"Hey…' Hisoka said. He leaned back on the couch and observed with great interest the fiasco of me shuffling across the floor and getting dressed the wrong way round and inside out. He didn't say anything, just hid his lips behind his fingers. Jerk! I had to strip my clothes on and off a few times for his viewing pleasure! I couldn't wait to run away and never see Hisoka again. Finally, when I was dressed, Hisoka asked, "How do you feel about going out with me?"
"Huh?"
"I'm not saying we should be one of those lovey dovey couples. We can just have a fun relationship where we see each other whenever we feel like it."
Ha! You mean as a sex friend. "No thank you. Please find someone else." I slung my schoolbag over my shoulder.
"I think we got along pretty well. Besides, you look…lonely."
Who wants a guy like him for a friend? I'm outta here. "Thanks for the accommodation." I said sarcastically, weaving a straight line towards the door.
"Aren't you in a one-sided relationship that will never go anywhere?" Hisoka chuckled evilly. "I could sense your frustration all the way down your body."
D-down my bod –?!?! My jaw worked up and down although I could say nothing. My face drained of all blood. At that moment I banged into the door and collapsed into a quivering heap on the ground. I heard the floorboards squeak and Hisoka's feet appear close to me. He knelt down and lightly stroked my hair and my back. I felt the rustle of a card pushed into my jeans pockets "Here's my number." He coaxed. "Feel free to call me anytime..." Then he gave my ear a light kiss. "I'll listen to any of your... love problems."
I stoically shrugged his arm away and stood up, resting my hand on the handle of the door. "No. I don't like confiding in strangers."
As I pulled the door open a crack, I suddenly felt Hisoka move in and press his lips to mine. He tasted warm, luscious and sweet. BLEAH!! No way! I shoved him forcibly away. "Don't mess with me! I'LL KILL YOU!"
"Whoa!"
Hisoka held up his hands in an expression of genuine surprise. Then his eyes narrowed sneakily and he covered his lips again, hiding a nasty cackle. "By the way, Illumi. You were muttering something in your sleep."
"What." I glared coldly at him. Hisoka was more persistent than I expected. Obviously, I didn't trust him, give a damn about him or need him. He was clearly an opportunistic freak who took advantage of my drunkenness to strip me naked – if not worse –I wish we never even met.
Hisoka beamed like a kid. "Send my regards to your friend…Kuroro-kun."
Kuroroooo….! Each syllable rammed like a charging rhino into my solar plexus. My breath was knocked out and stomach felt so empty I could puke. My heart pounded feverishly and a flush swept over my face. I could hardly focus on Hisoka's hateful, smiling face. I looked down and saw his bare chest and lean abs. I looked and looked and suddenly remembered how they felt under my hands, how they turned me on. But it wasn't because I liked him in the least…it was because I was desperate for Kuroro's body and my horniness shot through the roof after drinking those – OH GOD WHAT ELSE HAVE I SAAAIIIDDDDDD?!?!? I felt like the cheapest, saddest and most perverted loser in the whole of York Shin!!!!
I slammed the door so loudly behind me that I was afraid the wall would fall in. Then I took out Hisoka's card and flung it at the door.
I wish I'll never see him again in my entire life.
To be continued...
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All the credit for plot goes to the creator of Junjo Romantica! I was so impressed I had to do something Junjo-style :P
Please review...Did you feel sorry for Illumi's loneliness or laughed at his foolishness? Or both? ^^