Illumi wandered the apartment aimlessly. No Hisoka. No fidgeted with his needles, keeping them sharp as he patiently waited for the Phantom Troupe to show up. He knew there would be consequences for not listening to his brother's warning, and he had no doubt he could handle them, but the waiting was torture. It was about two in the afternoon, and he had been awake and on edge since about 5am. Hisoka had been gone for only two days, but it felt like years.

There was nothing on TV that ever interested him. He wasn't hungry. Then again maybe he was feeling hungry, or maybe he was bored. He was definitely bored. Just a snack then. Maybe a drink. Illumi lazily peered into Hisoka's wine closet. He avoided anything remotely Spanish. A simple red wine would do fine. After carefully reading the bottle, he poured himself a glass.

He had found a trunk of VHS tapes in Hisoka's closet on a top shelf with names written on the labels. He picked oneat random and played it on the VCRset in Hisoka's room. The tape had been labelled "Alfonso" in red lettering and had a single line struckthrough the name.

"Who even uses VHS tapes anymore?" Illumi thought as he rewound the tape to the beginning and pressed play. The first three minutes of the tape was footage of a man, presumably Alfonso, fighting and killing people. The footage was obviously taken without the knowledge of anyone involved in the fight, and Illumi could only assume that Hisoka himself captured the footage in secret."What a creep." Illumi grumbled to himself. He sipped at his wine just as Hisoka appeared on screen.

Illumi marveled at how young Hisoka looked back then. His hair was shorter than it was today, and he had more lean muscle as opposed to built muscle mass. Illumi watched as this young Hisoka in the video began to fight with his opponent, who happened to be the man from earlier in the video.

Just as expected, Hisoka's agility was astounding. He appeared to fly through the air dodging attacks and making advances. Illumi noticed Hisoka's use of bungee gum as seen on the video was far inferior to his current skill, although still a force to be reckoned with.

Illumi stopped the tape and took his wine glass, now emptied, to the kitchen. He wondered what Hisoka was up to now.

His thoughts lingered on Hisoka. What was he doing. Who was he with. Whether or not Hisoka thought about him the same way. His eyes glanced over his phone with lazy eyes. He lay on the bed with his phone in hand, dialing slowly, unsure of what he would say if he answered. After a couple of rings, the phone went to voicemail. Illumi hung up and sat up on the side of the bed.

"He's probably busy..." Illumi stared at the ceiling in Hisoka's bedroom. Illumi could feel his phone vibrating on the bed next to him. He held the screen above his face and read "Hisoka" on the caller ID.

"Hello?"

"Illumi." Hisoka's voice on the other side of the line sounded tired and course, but sensual as always.

"Hey." Illumi said calmly.

"I think you just called me? I was trying to open my hotel room but the stupidkey wasn't working so I didn't get to pick up my phone, sorry."

"It's fine, I did just call you."

"Is everything okay?"

"Yes, I was just bored."

"Do you miss me already?"

"Don't flatter yourself, I'm doing just fine without you."

"Oh, right. So what have you been doing all day?"

"Well, I started watching your old matches on VHS."

"You what?"

"You looked very different when you were young."

"Illumi, you found my tapes?"

"Yes, and in regards to your fighting style, It's obvious that you've improved."

"How much have you watched?" Hisoka's voice grew slightly louder, and Illumi took notice.

"Just one match... I didn't feel like binge watching your old fights if that's what you're worried about."

"Yeah, please don't watch anymore... It's embarrassing."

"I wasn't planning on it." Illumi listened carefully to Hisoka's sigh. It sounded relieved, and as Hisoka spoke again, his voice was less tense.

"Are you sure you don't miss me?"

"I'm sure."

"Well I miss you." Hisoka's words made Illumi's heart flutter, and even though he knew why, Illumi still thought to himself that perhaps there was something wrong with his listed trusted doctors the he could make an appoinment with for a checkup,and a few seconds went by before Hisoka broke the silence.

"Illumi, are you still there?"

"Yes. I'm here."

"What's wrong?"

"Something may be wrong with my heart. I have to see a doctor soon."

"Oh really? Something wrong with your heart?"

Illumi frowned at Hisoka's question. "I don't want to say it."

"Say what?"

"That...I think maybe I do miss you. I'm incredibly lonely. I wanted to hear your voice."

"See? Was that so hard to say?"

"Yes, actually. I'm new to this."

"Just say what you want to say from now on."

"Sometimes it's difficult. For the first time I'm unsure that my actions will secure a desired outcome."

"You're afraid because you don't know what'll happen?"

"I've never had to analyze this kind of situation before."

"You don't have to analyze it. I'm in love with you, so you don't have to be afraid."

"I'm... in love with you too." Illumi listened to Hisoka's sigh of relief through the phone. Despite Hisoka's reassurance, Illumi never felt more afraid in his life.

"Say it again."

"What?" Illumi was briefly taken aback by the sudden demand, hating how much he relished being told what to do by waited patiently on the line knowing that Illumi had heard him correctly. Illumi thought his heart would spill out of his throat as he repeated, "I'm in love with you, Hisoka."

"Ah, Illumi... You have no idea what you do to my sensitive little heart." Hisoka chimed. Illumi scoffed.

"I'd hardly call anything of yours 'little'." Illumi joked dryly. Hisoka laughed boisterously into his phone.

"Illumi, if only everyone knew just how hilarious you actually are."

"You're the only one who thinks I'm funny."

"Please, you're a riot. I bet Chrollo thinks you're funny too."

"Speaking of Chrollo... any luck?"

Hisoka sighed, "No, nothing...But,I'm coming closer to finding someone who can help. I'm not going to be reachable while I'm there, but I'll call you before I go so I can talk to you."

"About how long will you be gone?"

"I don't know. Hopefully, not long."

"I'll miss you too much."

"How much do you miss me now?" Hisoka's voice reminded Illumi of a growl.

"I can't explain."

"You can't or you won't?"

"I..." Illumi could feel his face flush as he thought about just how much he missed Hisoka, how much his chest ached in the morning when he woke up and Hisoka wasn't beside him, or how horny he would get in the middle of the day, how he would spend his time with his hand down his pants thinking about Hisoka,and whether or not he dared say out loud what it felt like.

"...Illumi? You got quiet on me."

"My... chest hurts when you breathe."

"What?"

"Stop breathing!" Illumi blurted out and then hung up the phone. Hefell back onto to the bed, suddenly out of breath. As hecovered his face with his hands, he tried desperately to not exist.

"Did I just tell him to stop breathing?!" Illumi wailed. "What am I even doing?" Illumi's question hung above him in the air, unanswered. "This is Hisoka. The clown. Calm down." Illumi'sphone began ringing beside him on the bed. It was Hisoka. Illumi tried to calm himself as he answered the call.

"Yes?" Illumi answered the best he could.

"I think you hung up on me?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I don't know."

"Are you embarrassed?"

"No. I am an assassin, a bringer of death. I do not get embarrassed."

"That may be true, but you do get flustered."

"...That is accurate. I suppose you could call what I am experiencing 'flustered'."

"It's funny. Not much makes you squirm but the moment I asked you to explain how much you miss me it became too much for you."

"Please don't ask me to try to elaborate again."

"I do love it when you say 'Please'," Hisoka chuckled. "Fine, what if I tell you what I miss about you?"

"I'd be lying if I'd saidI'm not curious." Illumi propped himself up with a pillow and listened once more to Hisoka's low chuckle. There was always something mischievous about it that made Illumi want to roll his eyes.

"Well, I miss your dark eyes the most." Illumi gasped softly, not expecting such an honest answer, and one that wasn't in any way sexual. Hisoka was always full of surprises. As Illumi silently prayed that Hisoka couldn't hear his gasp, Hisoka continued."I wish I could be the target of those unforgiving black poolsright now. And oh my goodness, Illumi those legs of yours... Boy, you've got legs for days." Illumi couldn't help but laugh at Hisoka's statement. There was the Hisoka Illumi was familiar with.

"You know I've never met anyone with a booty like yours." The heartfelt moment was gone, and Illumi couldn't help but roll his eyes and sigh.

"Hisoka, please, your butt is way bigger than mine."

"No! That's the thing! Your butt is different; Its got that high and firm look to it!"

"I wouldn't know. I'm not a booty connoisseur like you."

"Illumi, babe, you've got a fine butt."

"I'm not a babe."

"Oh, but youare. When I met you for the first time, I thought about how delicious you looked."

"Am I a person or a cupcake?"

"You seemed so cold at first I thought you weren't interested.. But I kept seeing slight instances of warmth underneath that pretty cold exterior of yours."

"Hisoka..."

"Yes?"

"How exactly did we get here?"

Hisoka paused at Illumi's sudden question. "You pride yourself in properness and politeness. You're a polished and well-oiled killing machine. Taking life is a easy as breathing to you. The way you move when you kill, no, when you assassinate someone, it's like you don't see the art in it. You're so different than me in that aspect. You don't use flare or flamboyance. It interested on my radar for a long time before you were ever my friend. "

"On your radar?"

"You know I'm always looking for people worthy to fight. The thing about you, is, I've never seen you at your full power. To this day, I'm not entirley sure I could kill you. It frustrates me to no end. I know you held your punches when we fought before I left."

"Maybe I did."

"Why?"
"I struggle with that question myself."

Hisoka smiled to himself as he spoke. "Is it because when you fight with me it turns you on?"

Illumi frowned. "I didn't want to acknowledge that you caused a physical reaction in mybody, but I'm guessing you noticed it far before I did." Illumi couldn't believe the level of honesty at which he spoke.

"You're right, I noticed it. I've never met anyone as frightening as you."

"Frightening?"

"You're different. You're smart. You don't give away your full power and you're the same way with your emotions. You've got a calm exterior, but Isee something wildunderneath. I see glimpses of your temper. Like I said before, when you assassinate someone, you don't see the art in it. I think it's because that person is weaker than you. You like being superior, but you don't like being bored. I think when you first realized that I was possibly dangerous, you made a quick move to be my associate. You probably thought I'd be handy to keep around. You never wanted me as a friend. You wanted a give and take relationship."

"That's correct. I never thought it'd turn into this, though."

"I'm just as surprised as you are."

"Even knowing all this, you still made advances towards me?"

"I never thought you'd actually be turned on."

Illumi paused in thought for a moment, remembering all the times Hisoka got too close for comfort. Illumi used to hate the way his body would always want to give in. The way Hisoka would press himself up against Illumi always tempted him. Before he could really think, Illumi spoke.

"I want your body against mine." Illumi didn't register the boldness of his statement. He simply listened calmly at Hisoka's cough.

"Illumi, darling, you need to be more careful of what you say to me."

"And what if I don't want to be careful?" the words spilled out of Illumi's mouth before he realized he was saying them.

"You'll regret it," Hisoka said in a low husky voice.

Illumi laughed, "You're not here to follow through with that threat, Hisoka. I can say or do anything I want."

"You shouldn't."

"Oh, and what are you going to do about it, hm? Punish me? From your hotel room?"

"Illumi, you brat. You just don't know, do you? The thingsI'll make you say and do..." Hisoka's inhale was strong but his exhale was shaky and fragile as he closed his eyes to imagine.

"Until you come home to me I can do whatever I want." Illumi bit his lip and listened to Hisoka's tortured breaths.

"Illumi I want to see you right now."

"Not a chance."

"Come on, just one picture."

"You know why I can't."

"Fine... then since I can't see you; What are you wearing right now?"

"I.. I'm just wearing my sweatpants and a purple crop?" Illumi said hesitantly.

"Hm. Tacky. Take it off."

"You're one to call my clothes tacky."

"Just do it."

"Whatever. Fine." Hisoka listened in silence to the gentle rustle of fabric as Illumi stripped.

"Your turn."

"What?"

"I said, your turn. Whatever you're wearing is bound to be tacky so take it off."

"Oh, I uh. I'm not wearing anything."

"….At all?"

"No I've been naked this whole time."

"...Of course you've been."

"Does that bother you?"

"No, in fact I'm not the least bit surprised. You're a slut."

"Oh, Illumi, darling. Of the two of us, you're the slutty one. The way you talk to me you're practically begging me to fuck you senseless."

"Hah. As if I'd beg you. You always press yourself up on me like the whore you are."

"Don't pretend like you don't like it. I know exactly how hard you get when I press against you like I do."

"You can grind against me all you want and I'd still wouldn't beg." Illumi kept his voice confident, even knowing on the inside how easily Hisoka could make him beg. This game amusedIllumi.

"That's funny, because I know I'm not the only one who does all the grinding. I notice you pushing back againstme. Every time."

"And that somehow makes me more of a slut? When I do exactly what you do to me?"

"No, what makes you more of a slut is how you fight it because you know it makes me want you more. It's like you're taunting me with how much you want me and how much you're not willing to let me have you. Your pride is very tempting, Illumi. It makes me want that perfect assassin undone and unravelled beneath me. That's what makes you a slut."

"Hm. Sounds to me like you just really want me."

"Well, you'renot wrong."

"I want you too." Illumi smiled as his words left his mouth. He could hear Hisoka chuckle at his confession.

"You know exactly what you're doing to me, don't you?" Hisoka asked playfully.

"Yes, and I think it's fun." Hisoka shuddered at the assassin's words

"You're gonna get it when I get home, Illumi." Hisoka threatened.

"Good. My body aches for it."

"Oh? Have you been playing with yourself while I'm gone?"

"Not yet."

"Well you should... in fact, why don't you touch yourself right now? Give me something to listen to."

"Only if I get to hear you, too."

"Of course."

Illumi ran his hand down his chest towards his abdomen and down to his waistline, calmly listening to Hisoka's gentle chuckles.

"Illumi, touch yourself like I would touch you if I was there right now." The words struck something inside Illumi, sending a shiver down his spine as he imagined the vision of gold eyes looking up at him while strong hands groped and caressed his body. Illumi twitched at the thought before letting his hand wrap around his hardening dick. He couldn't help but close his eyes and imagine Hisoka there, in between his legs with the same hungry eyes he always had.

"Hisoka..." Illumi seemed to not even have to try to speak his lover's name now. It was more like an exhale the way it felt so natural.

"Illumi, I need you so bad right now," said Hisoka, who lay in his bed with half-lidded eyes as he pressed the phone close to his ear to take in all the sounds coming through.

Illumibithis lip as he stroked himself slowly, feeling it grow harder in his hand. "I need you too.." Illumi rolled his thumb around his tip, swirling the precum around. "Hisoka..." Illumi whispered again.

"Illumi, let me hear you." Hisoka's panting indicated to Illumi that whatever he was doing seemed to be working. Illumi's face felt hot and his body was flush with color. Illumi didn't hesitate to moan out Hisoka's name repeatedly as he moved faster. Hisoka's soft grunts pushed Illumi further into madness.

"Illumi..." Hisoka groaned, "play with that pretty little ass of yours for me."

"Mmf..." Illumi bit his lip to stifle a moan before licking his fingers and obeying Hisoka's request. As he pressed his middle finger into himself he listened to Hisoka's feverish breathing. "...Ah! hnn.."

"Illumi... I can only imagine how sinful you probably look right now." Hisoka's voice was almost tangible in the way it seemed to caress Illumi's body, sending tiny waves of shivers through him.

"Hisoka, I want to hear you more." Illumi didn't recognize his own voice, but he didn't care. He didn't care anymore about what he was saying, as long as he was saying it to Hisoka.

"Illumi, I- Ah!" Hisoka's voice was low when he spoke and high when he moaned. Illumi longed to see the face he knew Hisoka was making. "I'm going to fuck you so hard when I get home..." Hisoka spoke between harsh breaths that drove Illumi wild.

"Hisoka... would it be okay if I try riding you when you get back?" Illumi asked sweetly.

Hisoka shuddered before answering.

"I reallythought you'd never ask."

"I take that as a yes?"

"Yeah. Hah... ah..." Hisoka's vocalizations grew louder over the phone. "Just imagining it... unf."

"I can't wait to feel you inside me again." Illumi's body was rushing with blood, and he could feel his neediness pulsating through him urgently. He wanted Hisoka right then and there.

"Illumi..." Hisoka seemed to be on the edge. Illumi allowed himself the small delight that Hisoka was the one now calling his name out.

"You fill me up so good with that huge dick of yours." Illumi's low voice would prove to haunt Hisoka for days.
"Illumi I miss your tight ass oh god!"

Illumi curled his finger upwards as he stroked himself, allowing him to be pushed further towards the edge as he felt the sensation. He moaned as he did, and Hisoka responded with a moan of his own.

"Illumi, put another finger in for me." Hisoka begged. Illumi obliged without a word, but Hisoka could tell be the slight grunting coming from his phone that he had done as was asked of him.

"That's a good boy..."

"Shut... up.." Illumi could barely speak as his head began to feel light. He wiggled his fingers inside himself, feeling the heat build as he did.

"Fuck, Illumi what I would give to see you right now." Hisoka imagined Illumi's skin, pink flush against his pale porcelain color. Eyelids half open, the assassin previously too cold to love anyone now face upon his bed with his hand two fingers deep in his ass because he, Hisoka the magician, asked him to. What a lovely image. Hisoka smiled a devilish grin at the thought. It was his greatest magic trick yet.

"…Unng!" Illumi moaned out as he let himself slip further and further into a world of pleasure. Any more of this and he would soon not be able to form coherent sentences. "Hisoka, this is nothing compared to how you feel inside me.."

Hisoka groaned. "Fuck, you don't know what you do to me, Illumi."

"What, do I make you hard? I've already known that."

"Illumi, I want to tear you to pieces."

"You can try if you want to."

"Fuck." Hisoka felt as if he'd burst right out of his skin as he soaked in Illumi's challenging words.

"I mean, really. Try. I want you to tear me up. Rip me to shreds. If you can, that is."

"Illumi, I don't think you know what you're asking for."

"Oh, but I do.." Illumi closed his eyes and licked his lips as he pressed his fingers further into himself and moaned."I want you to fuck me senseless.I want you to dig into me with your nails and bite at my skin so hard like I know you want to.I want you to make my body hurt with how good it feels.I want you to unleash everything you've ever held back from me."

"Fuck," Hisoka's curse reverberated over the phone. His motions became fast as he brought himself closer to the edge. Illumi stroked himself faster and curled his fingers to just the right spot and he let out a whimper.

"Hisoka..." Illumi mumbled.

"Fuck."

"Tell me you want me.."

"I want you, Illumi.."

"Nng.. Hisoka, I'm so hard right now..."

"I am too. Are you fingering yourself like I told you?"

"I am... Hisoka... you too... ah!" Illumi tried and failed to stifle a moan.

"You are truly sinful, Illumi..." Hisoka obliged, licking his index and middle fingers before slowly sliding them into himself. He worried that he would be the first to come if Illumi continued to speak the way he was. "Only you can ask me to do this."

"Hisoka, it feels so good.."

"Are you getting close?" Hisoka waited for a response, but all Illumi could vocalize were squirmish and feverish yelps.

"Oh, god." Hisoka whispered. He stroked himself to the pace of Illumi's sounds, silently cursing the distance between them.

"I want you to come for me, Illumi."

"Nn... Ah! Ahhhh!" Illumi's moans drowned out the garbled words he tried to form.

Hisoka let his phone drop away from his faceas he moved faster. He bit his lip and closed his eyes, imagining Illumi's devilishly innocent stare. His fingers pressed against just the right spot as he threw his head back as hiships bucked and his body shivered. He panted out a number of obscenities as the pleasure came over him. When he was done, heslowly opened his eyes.

He picked up the phone that lay next to him on his pillow. He sighed as he looked at the ceiling and spoke roughly.

"You there?"

"Yeah." Illumi's voice was almost a sigh. He pulled his fingers slowly out of himself and got up to clean himself off.

"Illumi."

"Hm?"

"From now on, please wait for me before you touch yourself again. I want to hear you every time."

"Only if you do the same."

"I promise."

"Then, I promise too."

….

Later that evening, after talking with Hisoka for another three hours, Illumi finally was able to hang up the phone and take a shower. His hair was still wet as he prepared dinner for himself. His thoughts wondered.

Chrollo's disappearance didn't make sense. Illumi thought to himself.

"Chrollo was gone the moment Hisoka and Iwere too incapacitated to notice. Either Chrollo left of his own volition, or someone was waiting for the right moment to act. Kalluto already admitted to be watching Hisoka, but he would not have shown himself had he been involved... Chrollo could have decided to just leave, but considering he has no Nen, he would have absolutley no way to protect himself... There's also the manner in which his things were laid out at the hospital. There was no way he would have just left his magazine there. He loves trash literature. So then who else besides the troupe would want Chrollo? That yellow-haired boy who travels with Killua... He was the one responsible for Chrollo's lost Nen in the first place."

"Talking to yourself, are we?" The voice came from behind Illumi, and although he knew instantly who it was, Illumi could not believe it.

"...Father?"

"You seem preoccupied with your friend's disappearance."

"He's a former client. You know him well."

"Yes, Chrollo Lucilfer. The head of the Phantom Troupe. I hear he's not doing so well for himself these days."

"What are you doing here?"

"You're not even going to invite your own father to your new apartment?"

"It's not my apartment.. It's-"

"You're boyfriend's." Silva interrupted.

"Hisoka isn't really... we..."

"Even if you two don't have a name for it, the truth remains, doesn't it? He's your lover." Silva squinted his eyes and bore down his stare at Illumi, and feeling the strength of it, Illumicouldn't help but look away.

"Father," Illumi spoke in almost a whisper, but the weight in his throat seemed to dissipate as he spoke. He looked up to meet Silva's merciless stare, "for the first time... I think you were wrong about what can or cannot bring us happiness. I am... happy, and it didn't come from killing." Illumi could hardly believe what he was saying. The words fell out of his mouth before he could really register what they meant. Silva's face was unflinching and unforgiving.

"I let you out of our house to better yourself as an assassin. I wanted you to become independent. I see now that was a mistake. I have wronged you. By forcing you out I deprived you of something. I'm here to bring you back."

"Kalluto must have told you I was here."

"He gave your mother the report. Your mother... she nearly went through the roof when she heard what you've been up to. Here you are, living with a man who isn't family and isn't even an assassin. You've been screwing around not accepting much work if at all and the press- The press had your picture before Kalluto intercepted it! Now I'm hearing that your lover boy isn't even here and yet you stay in this apartment even though you know for a fact that Chrollo's troupe will be here. These are all decisions that will not only get you killed, but can hurt the family too."

"So I'm guessing you know that Kalluto is in the Phantom Troupe."

"Don't change the subject."

"I wasn't."

Silva exhaled loudly through his nostrils. "You forget that even outside of the mansion, your actions reflect the Zoldyck family. The press almost had your photo, Illumi! A disgusting one at that."

"The press was intercepted and it won't happen again."

"I'll make sure it doesn't happen again because you're not seeing him anymore."

"You can't do that, I'm staying here."

"And what would I tell your mother? That you've chosen that clown who's biggest achievement is a floor in heaven's arena over the confidentiality of our family?"

"He's not just a clown."

"That's not the issue, Illumi!" Silva's fist pounded the wall next to him, pushing through the sheetrock. Illumi looked at his father in silence. Silva sighed, calming himself.

"Illumi, come back to the mansion. We'll make things right."

"No. I-"

"No? Excuse me?"

"I'm not leaving."

"The troupe is coming here."

"I can handle them."

"That'd be a bad move for business on our part, Illumi. People like them keep us busy. If you kill them-"

"People like them also happen to be Chrollo's friends. They're probably more concerned than I am about the whereabouts of Chrollo Lucifer."

"And do you think they'll just talk with you? That lover boy of yours is their enemy."

"Well, whether they like it or not Hisoka and I were the last to see him. They'll have to talk to me."

"Illumi answer something for me."

"What?"

"Why didn't you kill Hisoka the moment you suspected you might have feelings for him? You know we do not fraternize with weaklings."

"He is not weak, and he interested me. I thought it would prove beneficial to keep him around."

"Beneficial? If what I've heard is true you have even helped him in the past for no pay by disguising yourself as him. Am I wrong?"

"That is true."

"And what did you get out of that? Hm? One of the first things we teach you kids is NEVER accept sexual favors as a means of payment!"

"What? God, no! I did not receive any sexual favor in return. I planned to use him in the future. I still do."

"So what, you're using him?

"Well, yeah. But it's not justthat."

"You do realize that by using him you put the rest of us at risk?"

"He could still prove beneficial to not just me, but to all of us, okay? He's strong. You don't know because you haven't seen him, but he is. I'm not even sure I could kill him. BUT, that's not the point. I love him. I love staying with him and doing things for him because I love him."

"I see."

"I'm not going back with you."

"No need. I understand perfectly." Silva turned about-face and headed for the door.

"Illumi," Silva called out just before leaving.

"A person like Hisoka will be the death of you if you don't kill him first. You have to know that."

"I do." Illumi answered firmly. "I don't mind."

Silva scoffed as he left the apartment.

"...So the troupe is finally coming." Illumi thought to himself. He heard a knock on the door. "Finally. I almost died of waiting."

~Chapter 7, fin~

I'vebeen sitting on this chapter since before November oh goodness. That was way too long. Sorry loves, I'll be better i promise 3