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Angry, golden eyes glared disapprovingly into stubborn hazel irises. Gon crossed his arms in annoyance as he anxiously faced off with Hisoka. The morning had gone well up until Gon revisited the topic of his time with Killua. Killua's interest in traveling together again was a prospect that deeply excited Gon and even more so when he added in his secretive mission to the mix. He broached the topic shortly after breakfast, not expecting things to escalate so quickly.
"I won't let you go" Hisoka repeated for the third time that morning.
"You can't just order me around. I'm my own person and if I want to-"
Hisoka abruptly cut him off. "That's where you're wrong, Gon. You are mine and I'm telling you no." This entire conversation was beginning to aggravate him. He could feel his carefully reigned in bloodlust attempting to overtake his cool façade, shedding it like a second skin.
"I don't belong to anyone Hisoka! Besides, you could come with us."
He really needs to stop it with this possessive crap! It's getting old.
"Also, a no. I'm not going to go galivanting around with you and your little friend. And as I said before, I have business to take care of here."
Gon ground his teeth as he attempted to reign in his own temper. This whole controlling thing was getting out of hand. He sighed as he willed his anger to leave him and he looked to Hisoka with somber, heartfelt eyes. "Then give me a reason to stay" he said quietly.
The sudden shift in mood forced the electric spark in the air to turn stagnant, triggering the atmosphere between them to thicken as it smothered them both. Gon shifted his weight uncomfortably while warily eyeing the impassive expression that formed over Hisoka's features. That unyielding look felt like a punch to the gut causing Gon to let out a shaky breath as his eyes burned from their unshed tears.
Hisoka knew precisely what Gon was requesting, but it was something he couldn't give him. Allowing someone into his life like that was something he had never permitted to anyone. He had always been detached which brought with it the freedom to do as he pleased as well as ensuring he had no outside weaknesses to consider.
When he first decided to keep Gon he never planned on developing feelings for the teen. He only wished to keep him around for as long as it amused him to do so. But now, when confronted with this unthinkable situation, a situation where Gon would actually try to leave him, Hisoka found himself to be severely displeased. His chest tightened with an unknown emotion as he considered how to handle the problem.
"I've never misled you in what this is. I told you from the beginning that I don't do relationships." His tone was curt and the unmasked hurt he found his fruit wearing on his sleeve told him it was the wrong answer.
I will not cry in front of him, I will not cry in front of him…
Gon repeated this mantra to himself as he abruptly spun on his heel and headed for the door. He was overwhelmed, drowning in a pool of anger and grief and he knew if he wanted to think or even breath, he needed to get away from Hisoka.
Bungee Gum found itself wrapped around Gon's fleeting ankle just as he reached the door. He turned to look at Hisoka, his tears welling up and on the verge of spilling down his cheeks. "Let me go" he demanded while trying to pull his leg back.
"For the last time, you're staying here." Impatience intertwined with Hisoka's silken voice, giving it a harder edge than usual.
Gon stopped trying to yank his foot free and instead narrowed his gaze on the man before him. His hazel brilliance darkened as he regarded Hisoka. "If you don't let me go, I will never stop trying to get away from you. And when I finally get my nen back I will kill you or die trying because I refuse to be your prisoner."
The teen's promise shook Hisoka, but he didn't let it show. "You'll kill me? I'd like very much to see you try" He sneered.
"I bet you would" Gon responded despondently, his own anger reaching new heights.
Hisoka was quickly losing control of the situation, and Gon's comment about killing him one day both excited and unnerved him. He envisioned that fateful day, the day where is fruit would be ripe enough to come for his life. The idea of fighting Gon at his strongest was intensely pleasurable, but Hisoka no longer wished for it to end in either of their deaths.
"Bungee Gum release" he whispered quietly much to Gon's astonishment. "I'm not letting you go but if you need to call Killua to tell him you won't be leaving with him then you can have some privacy for that. Just stay in the hotel."
"And if I leave the hotel?"
"I'll chase you to the far corners of this world if need be."
Gon really wanted to let loose on Hisoka but settled for slamming the door behind him just in case his challenge resulted in the return of the magician's Bungee Gum. He stalked down the hall and smashed his finger into the elevator button. By the time he made it to the ground floor he was seething, his anger and frustration only masking the pain he felt in his heart.
He paced through the hallways and around the pool area for a while before heading to the cafe within the lobby. Gon scurried over to the host's desk to be seated so he could drown his sorrows in food. After being seated he pulled his phone out to call Killua. He still wasn't sure if he would heed Hisoka's warning about leaving the hotel, but he at least could take some comfort in his friend's voice.
The phone rang once before turning over to voicemail. "It's Killua. I'm busy so leave a message… or don't." Disappointed that he couldn't reach Killua, Gon ended the call without leaving a message. He sniffed and rubbed at his watering eyes before he noticed Jonah approaching his table. He tried to smile but failed miserably.
"Hey, Gon. Is everything okay? You seem upset today." Jonah studied Gon's puffy, watery eyes and reddened face, wondering what could have happened to make the usually chipper teen so upset.
"I will be. I just have some stuff to figure out."
"I see. Are you dining alone today? I don't see your friend anywhere." Gon visibly flinched at the mention of Hisoka but remained silent.
"Okay… well, why don't you start with a large plate of spaghetti and meatballs and see where the day takes you?" He smiled warmly at Gon, hoping to help lift his spirits.
"Yeah, okay I think I could be on board for that." He tried to return Jonah's smile before returning to sullenly stare at the navy tablecloth.
It's my fault Gon thought angrily as he replayed the events of the past few days over and over in his head.
I never should have trusted him. I never should have gotten so close to him. I never ever should have given into him…. How could I have been so stupid?!
Gon put his head in his hands as he continued to berate himself for making poor choices, one after another. He slumped in his chair, finally allowing his tears to flow freely as he watched the little beads soak into the tablecloth beneath his chin.
I shouldn't be surprised. He's admitted to being fickle and a liar. I knew he was a cold-hearted killer, so why did I trust him with my heart? I should have known he would just murder that too.
By the time Jonah brought out a large plate, made heavy by a mountain of pasta, marinera and meatballs, Gon was beginning to pull himself together. He was tired of feeling sorry for himself and resolved to find a way to escape Hisoka's cold, heartless clutches. Was he stupid for allowing himself to fall for Hisoka? Yes, absolutely. Would he continue to be a victim, just another plaything in the magician's box of toys? Hell no!
"You seem like you're doing better" Jonah offered as he set the plate of food in front of Gon.
"I don't know if I would say 'better' but I'm getting there." He grabbed his fork and spoon and began the arduous task of twirling his spaghetti along the prongs in the way Hisoka had taught him. He stopped midtwirl and studied the noodles skeptically.
"Is everything okay with your food?" Jonah asked, watching Gon study his fork with a weird expression on his face.
The teen slid the pasta off his fork, plunged it back into the heart of the pile and brought an enormous bite to his mouth. He shoved it in with passion and smiled at Jonah with sauce covering his cheeks and chin. "Its perfect." He said over his mouthful of food.
Jonah wasn't sure if there was some kind of deeper meaning behind the teen eating his pasta like a caveman, so he just smiled and nodded before heading back to the kitchen.
Gon made short work of his lunch, taking in every bite of food and making a mess in the process. But he didn't care. Right now, it was only him and his lovely spaghetti, everything else could wait until later. As he devoured his final bite of spaghetti Gon stared at his empty plate of food, feeling a little sick with himself for eating what must have been a family sized portion.
As he sat there, studying the remaining sauce on his otherwise empty plate, Gon felt the inevitable resurgence of his heartache. Angry whispers of blame and disgust feathered over his consciousness, causing him to grip tightly along the edge of his seat. It was frustrating, how cold and alone he felt and all from this one strikingly handsome, asshole of a clown.
I really want to punch him in the face. Just one solid punch….
Gon felt Hisoka approach him from behind. Not only could he sense his arrival, but he could smell him too. After spending so much time with him he was pretty sure he could pinpoint him by his foreign, citrusy scent alone. His body reacted immediately to Hisoka's close proximity, causing his heart to beat rapidly in his chest and goosebumps to cover his flesh.
"What do you want?" Gon ground out, trying to ignore his body's unwelcome reaction to Hisoka.
The magician walked around the table to stand in front of Gon before dropping a stack of paper in front of him. It landed with a loud thud, causing the silverware and glass on the table to rattle as Gon leaned over to look at the packet. The front was blank save for the black, bolded letters that read "Confidential" printed across the page. He warily shifted his eyes up to the magician, noting his unusually strained and rigid demeanor.
"What is this?" He asked, curiosity temporarily overcoming his anger.
Hisoka stood still without saying a word before he finally replied, "I'm trying to be… romantic." He squinted and wrinkled his nose as he uttered that last word, like he couldn't believe what he was saying.
A rush of air escaped from Gon's lips while his features alternated between surprise and confusion. He wasn't sure what to make of this development. "Why?" He questioned; his voice laced with suspicion.
Unsure of how to respond, Hisoka focused his gaze on the stack of papers as he wondered the same thing himself. He thought for a moment before answering. "I like to maintain control in all things. I am not interested… was not interested in growing attachments. But when you left, I found myself more frustrated by the notion of not having you freely then I was by the idea of needing to make room for you."
"Romantic…" Gon tested the word on his tongue and bit his lip to keep from smiling. "So, this is some kind of gesture? What is it?"
"It's a confidential document detailing the specifics of my current mission." Hisoka watched Gon carefully to see how he would react to this news.
When realization of what Hisoka was offering him finally struck, Gon skimmed his fingers over the first page, his hand shaking slightly in anticipation. He wasn't sure if he was reading the situation correctly, but it almost seemed as if Hisoka was allowing him to take part in his mission. While the gesture was far from romantic it was honest and genuine, a strange combination to come from the older man.
"Are you going to let me help you with your mission, Hisoka?" Gon was hopeful, but also trying to remain realistic.
"That does appear to be the case."
A small finger pointed up to Hisoka, determination emanating from its owner. "I'm still mad at you though."
A low moan hummed deep in Hisoka's chest. He adored that look Gon was giving him, that look of fury and resolve, his determination to come out on top. It was simply delicious, and it reinforced his choice to bind himself to Gon as being correct, promising there to never be a dull day so long as his fruit was nearby.
"I was hoping you might feel that way. Perhaps we should head back to our room and let it all out with some really good angry sex." He licked his lips, imagining brutally fucking Gon senseless with both covered in bruises and blood from their violent union. Before he could stop himself, he started to ogle the flawless skin around Gon's neck.
Maybe I could introduce Gon to the wonders of erotic asphyxiation.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
Oh yes….
I'd squeeze his pretty little neck until he's blue in the face and then…
"Hisoka!"
"Hmm? What is it?"
"I was trying to tell you that I'll pass on your uh… offer but then you stopped listening to me." He huffed, irritated by the way Hisoka insisted on dragging them both into the gutter all the time. Taking their shared anger out on each other through sex just did not sound normal to him, but then again when Hisoka was involved there was no such thing as 'normal.'
"Besides… I want to hear about this mission. Let's do this!" Gon did a little fist pump from his seat, he was seriously excited to hear about the mission.
"I see. Well, knowing you and that feisty temper of yours I'm certain we can work something out later this evening then." The idea of waiting until later that night to take Gon was not appealing but he could be patient if he needed to be. He could already feel the soft, misty skin of Gon's flesh beneath his grasp, his innocent eyes widening in alarm from lack of oxygen.
"Stop that."
"Stop what?" Hisoka took the seat across from Gon while the boy eyed him nervously.
"Stop looking at me like that. I want to focus on the mission, and I can't concentrate when you look at me like you want to… uh, well you know." Gon blushed and averted his gaze, not wanting to look into those captivating, golden depths any longer.
Hisoka smiled lasciviously while resting his chin on the back of his hand. "I don't think I do know, Gon. Maybe you should tell me."
Gon slammed his hand onto the table, causing enough noise to gather the attention of the guests at nearby tables. He bloomed into a deeper shade of red and tried to ignore the curious glances while he waited for them to return to their own conversations.
"It seems you still have some pent-up energy there. You sure you don't want to-"
"Yes, I'm sure! Now tell me about the mission already."
"Oh, so demanding. It's so cute when you try to take charge."
"Hisoka!"
The magician chuckled heartily while putting both hands up in a placating gesture. "Okay, okay. Here's the deal, you can read about the mission yourself since it would be unwise for me to divulge the details in public, or we can return to our room and I'll tell you all about it while I'm balls deep in-"
Gon grabbed the packet from the table and held it in front of his face before things got out of hand and Hisoka's threats become actions. He read through the entire packet, absorbing the information as best he could.
The mission is a high-ranking rescue operation sent directly from the Zodiacs. The victim is a 22 year old woman named Remi and she is currently being held hostage in an unknown location by a cult called Righteous Destiny. These people believe the world is sick and the only way to heal it is through mass murder by the thousands. They believe the evil work of mankind (such as bombs, war, mass murderers) is influenced by destiny and is a way of mankind providing their own doom.
The creation and implementation of the Poor Man's Rose is an essential part of what they believe to be the self-induced destruction and recreation events. The remaining bombs will go off and when they do they will claim countless victims, but what's even better is the aftereffects of the poison which will go on to sicken and kill many more.
What they could not have foreseen was the birth of Remi and her unique and troubling Nen ability. She has the power to heal the victims, even those on the brink of death, from the poison left behind by the Rose. Her ability allows her to remove impurities on a molecular level and thereby save hundreds of thousands from death after the explosions take place.
Both the Hunter's Association and Righteous Destiny were unaware of her abilities until a video of her using her power went viral about a month ago. Thinking the same thing, both organizations tried to find her, one hoping to save mankind with her ability while the other needing to prevent her from unraveling destiny. Unfortunately, Righteous Destiny got to her first and hid her, and that's assuming they haven't killed her yet.
Gon warily looked up from the stack of papers, the pressing importance of this mission weighing heavily on him. Its success could potentially save more lives than he could count, but if they failed… He couldn't think about that right now.
"I'm guessing you have questions. Let's take a walk and we'll discuss it." Hisoka stood up from his chair and headed toward the exit with Gon following just behind him.
When they walked outside Gon was thankful to see the dreary grey sky from the previous day had transformed into a clear blue canvass, not a cloud in sight. They walked quietly for some time until they found themselves mostly alone along the calm trails that led to the festival grounds.
"So…" Gon began after determining they were no longer at risk of being overheard. "Why would the Zodiacs give such an important mission to you? I would think they'd want to take care of this themselves."
"Ordinarily yes, they would but they needed someone who would not immediately be recognized by the enemy. And I'm not the only one working on this mission, many others have a part to play in this."
"Okay, so what's your part then?"
"They believe there is a covert operation stationed here in Swardani City and its purpose is to keep tabs on the Association's activity. My job is to find them and convince them to give up the location of their hideout."
"And by convince you mean…" Gon's question lingered in the air as he watched a malicious smile stretch across the magician's face.
He did not like the idea of torturing anybody but with the looming threat of such a staggering fatality rate, even he had to admit it might be necessary. There's no way he would take part in it though and now wondered what Hisoka had in mind for him.
"I'm guessing you are curious to know what role you will play in this mission?" Hisoka spoke as if he was reading Gon's mind.
"Well, yeah…"
"I need you to use those finely tuned instincts of yours to help me sniff out the rats."
Gon stopped to turn toward Hisoka, tilting his head back slightly to account for their height difference. "I want to fight too. I have more to offer then just my instincts."
Hisoka considered him for a moment before responding. "This cult is made up of many worthy nen users. That's the main reason I even took this assignment, because I am hoping to get some worthwhile fights out of it. Without your nen, you would be putting yourself in unnecessary danger."
"I can decide for myself what kind of danger I want to be put in!"
"Is that so?" Hisoka raised a slender eyebrow at the teen.
"Yes, it is." Gon crossed his arms, waiting for the man to challenge him.
Instead, Gon was caught completely by surprise when Hisoka lowered himself just enough to whisper "You're so adorable when you defy me. It makes me want to do things to you…" He grabbed Gon's chin firmly before pressing his lips against Gon's while pulling the teen's smaller body against his own.
At first Gon was too shocked to kiss back but as the warmth of the older man's lips melded with his own and his senses were taken hostage by all that was Hisoka, he opened his mouth to allow Hisoka's tongue entry.
Hisoka brought his hand up to the back of the younger man's head where he buried his fingers in his soft, black strands. Gon moaned into his mouth and wrapped his arms tightly around the magician's neck. He didn't care that they were in a public space, displaying their mutual affection openly for anyone to see. He only cared about those soft, warm lips and that skilled tongue that always knew exactly how to ignite his flame.
"WHAT. THE. FUCK."
Startled, Gon broke away from those tantalizing lips and peered over his shoulder to where that angry voice was coming from, though he already knew who it was. He glimpsed messy white hair and piercing blue eyes before whipping his head back, not liking what he had found behind him.
If I can't see him, he can't see me, right?
Realizing the absurdity of that statement, Gon let out a shaky sigh and turned around to face his friend.