Illumi Zoldyck has rarely made mistakes in his life, and any mistake was met with immediate punishment. It was supposed to lead to a perfect adult life, free of foolish mistakes and mishaps, for the prosperity and safety of the family.

But now there was an arm curled around his side, hot breath hitting his neck in a steady rhythm as the morning sun was rising, and there was no other way to say it:

He fucked up.

He let himself be lured into the lion's den, and now the 'lion' was curled up asleep next to him, hair a mess, and a self-satisfied smile on his bruised lips.

Hooking up with Hisoka was objectively a mistake, but it wasn't going to be the end of the world. He was an adult after all, capable of making his own decisions regarding relationships of any nature. Furthermore, whether this was going to be a temporary or a more permanent ordeal, the long distance would keep Hisoka far away enough from any family affairs, and with enough bribery it could kept out of the public eye.

Illumi grabbed his phone from the nightstand, disconnected the charger, and ignored the half-asleep murmurs from the other side of the bed. Whatever this was, could work out, no repercussions, no mistak-

'18 Missed Calls from Mother'.

Oh No.

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'27 Missed Calls from Mother. 19 Missed Calls from Father'.

"Oh, my folks are soooo pissed right now." Killua snorted and pocketed his phone again. Gon and him had decided to take a trip to a larger city that framed the Area that the young boy lived in, mainly to buy essentials that Killua didn't remember to pack for himself, which resulted in him finally having phone reception again. Mito insisted on driving them there, mumbling something about keeping them under control, but generously stayed behind in a café to give the boys some space. It's been almost 3 days since Killua had arrived, and so far, nothing had been set on fire and there were no trips to the ER, which she considered a personal win.
The afternoon sun was beating harshly on them, at least to the standards of the young boy who had spent most of his life either in mildly weathered England or sheltered in the shade cool shade of the Japanese mountain-mansion.

"Aren't you afraid that they are going to punish you?" Gon frowned.

"What are they goin' to do? Double take my computer away? House arrest? I could probably set the world record at breaking out. They are just mad that I'm not dancing to their tune, like my stupid brother. My dad's not even home most of the time, so I don't know why he'd care." He stopped in front of a clothing store that advertised bright flower-print shirts. "These look awful, we need them."

His friend laughed but nodded his head enthusiastically.

There was something incredibly exciting about having a friend. Someone who agreed to go along with your whims and spontaneous ideas, not because they are paid to or want to gain something from it, but because they actively want to.

Inside the store, the boys decided to pick out shirts for each other, determined to dress the other one as ridiculous as possible, hiding whatever they picked out from the racks while giggling like madmen. After a couple of minutes, they shoved each other into separate dressing room cabins, and exchanged the meticulously picked out shirts via throwing them over the cabin separations.

Killua disregarded his black sleeveless hoodie vest and quickly clothed himself in the new shirt without having properly looked at it, to preserve the surprise. On a count of three, the boys simultaneously stepped out of the changing rooms, and stood next to each other, in front of a large mirror.

Gon wore a dark green shirt with the repeating pattern of a shirtless Santa Clause in a lawn chair, with sunglasses and a cocktail in hand. Killua had a galaxy print button-up with various pictures of cats with taco and burrito bodies.

The young teens stood there in silence for a second, before they broke out in loud laughter.

"You look like you're a middle-aged dad on vacation with his wife Karen!" Killua snorted.

"Well, you look like your name is 'Bradley' and you sell knock-off sunglasses on the beach!" Gon replied, and as the boys continued to laugh, he slapped Killua lightly on the upper arm.

Barely a touch, really, and yet: "YEOWCH!", Killua flinched back.

"Woah, you okay?"

"Yeah, sorry, that just kind of stung weirdly. Maybe you're loaded with electricity or something." And Gon was ready to write it off, before he got a good look at Killua in the dimmed lights of the shop, away from the bright sun.

"Hey, get your arm out of that sleeve."

"Huh? Why- "Before he could object, his arm was already being yanked out of the, frankly too big, sleeves of the tacky shirt. "What the hell, Gon?!"

"Killua, did you put on sunscreen this morning?"

"Uh, no? Sunscreen is for dorks."

By now, Gon could barely supress his laughter, cheeks puffed out to hold it back. "I can tell."

Killua looked back into the mirror and stared. There was a clear divide between the skin on his shoulder that had been covered by his vest until now, pale porcelain skin inherited from his mother, and the rest of his arm that had been exposed to the sun, now glowing bright red. Cautiously he pressed a finger against his skin, but retracted it immediately with a hiss as a burning sensation shot through his arm.

Gon laughed again, though this time with a bit more sympathy, and tapped him lightly on the shoulder. "Don't worry, I'm sure we have something at home against that."

"Don't tell me you're going to rip off my skin, that's not cool."

"Nope! That comes later, all by itself."

And Killua laughed, as they made their way towards the cashier, because of course they were going to buy those hideous shirts.

"…Wait, you weren't serious, were you? Gon?!"

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"This is the medicine?" Killua looked at the large plant with scepticism.

"Yup!" Mito took a kitchen knife and sliced off one of the larger leaves. She sliced the leaf vertically and squeezed out transparent goo from it into a bowl, which she handed to the boy with a smile. "There you go. Aloe is good for your skin and will help with the burning."

A cautious look toward Gon, who didn't seem suspicious at all, and Killua took the bowl. "Thanks."

"And starting tomorrow you'll put on sunscreen before you go anywhere near the sun, young man."

"Yes, ma'am." He rolled his eyes with a smile, and the boys went back upstairs to Gons room before Mito would call them back later for dinner. Killua immediately jumped on his sleeping cot, eyed and poked at the contents on the bowl. "So, I just slap this on?"

"Yep!" Gon threw his shopping bag into his closet and flopped on his own bed.

A couple of moments passed, Killua continued to poke at the plant-goo. He wasn't going to admit out loud that it looked gross, the consistency weirded him out, and that he thought he was being pranked. Though in the end, he didn't have to say anything, as Gon sat next to him and took the bowl from him. "Looking at it isn't going to help. Here- "He took the others boy wrist and yanked his arm forward. With his other hand, Gon started to smear Aloe Vera on Killuas arm, who briefly hissed before he relaxed at the welcoming cold of the mixture. The heat and stinging of the sunburn slowly subsided.

While his friend was already getting to work on his other arm, without being asked to, all Killua could think about is that this was…nice. He experienced something new even if it hurt a bit. He didn't get scolded for it, but instead was just told how to prevent it for his own health. And now his friend was helping him with this as well- because he cares.
This shouldn't be something new to kids his age, he knew this, but the past few days still felt like something secret he unlocked, invisible to everyone else. A welcoming, caring environment, a vast open space to freely explore, not alone but with someone who looks out for you and who you want to look out for, too.

Suddenly, two cold hands were at either side of Killuas face, thumbs stroking over his cheek bones. He flinched with a yelp of surprise, though the others grip on his face kept him in place. "Hold still, you burned your face as well."

Killua gently but assertively took Gons hands in his and slowly removed them. "I'm good, really." He hesitated and looked at both their hands. "…I'm really happy that you're doing all of this for me."

"Don't worry, I used to get tons of sunburns when I was little!" Gon snorted, and Killua gave him a playful nudge against his arm.

"I don't just mean this, I mean like…everything. I'm happy you're my friend. I didn't think that could be this nice." He looked nervously at his hands, uncomfortable with the sudden vulnerability, though before he could react, Gon pulled him into a tight hug.

"I'm happy we're friends too, Killua. And no matter what happens, I will always be your friend. That's a promise!"

Killua let himself be hugged for just a few seconds longer, indulged in the kind of physical intimacy that he now felt had been seriously lacking in his life.

"Gon! Killua! Dinner's ready!"

The boys immediately separated and jumped of the sleeping cot with overlapping "Good talk"s and snickering, before they chased each other down the stairs and into the dining hall. Downstairs they were greeted by a sweet, savoury smell as Mito heaved a large pot onto the wooden table, decked with 3 dinner plates and another larger bowl with mashed potatoes. Gon was the first to arrive at the pot and took a curious peek inside. "Short ribs! Nice!"

"I thought that if I give you boys something you can stuff yourselves with, maybe you'll be too full to spend the entire night up again playing video games." She gestured for them to sit down with a proud smile. The teens didn't hesitate and helped themselves immediately to full plates, the aroma of the food spread even more throughout the room.

As Killua tried to slice into the ribs, the meat parted from the bone after barely just a touch. As he took a bite, the tender meat tasted sweet, spicy, and everything in between. "These are the best ribs I've ever had. No Doubt."

Mito laughed. "They better be! The trick to getting the meat this tender is to really just let them sit in the slow cooker for a full 9 hours, better even 10, and only interrupt to season to taste now and then."

"Mhm. You know, I don't think my mom even knows how to cook."

"…Do you know how to cook, Killua?"

"Pff, no. Why?"

Gon swallowed another large bite of food before speaking. "Not even breakfast eggs?"

"Nope!" Killua continued to eat, as Gon and Mito exchanged a somewhat concerned look.

"Killua, would you like to help me cook breakfast tomorrow? We could try making pancakes." Mito tried not to sound condescending as she suggested this, and Gon supported her with enthusiastic nodding.

"I-…Sure. But don't blame me if anything catches on fire, okay?" The group laughed, and the rest of the dinner passed by peacefully, until the landline phone rang.

Mito got up and cleared her throat before answering.
"Hello? …" She glanced at Killua. "…Mhm, sorry, who is this?" She covered the receiver with a worried look. "Killua, do you have a brother named Illumi?"

In a matter of seconds Killua had gotten up and snatched the phone from Mitos hand. "What."

"Killu, it's Illumi, how are you enjoying your spontaneous vacation?"

"How did you get this number?"

"I've got my ways."

"Are your ways called Milluki?"

"Doesn't matter. I hope you had fun these couple of days, but its time to come home. Mother is worried sick. If you come back now, you may even get your computer back."

"HA! Fat chance. I'm too busy getting sun burned, buying ugly clothes and- and I'm going to learn how to cook with my friend tomorrow. So, suck it and leave me alone."

There was a deep sigh at the other line, and what sounded like a second person snickering. "Killu, you have 24 hours to pack your things, book a plane, and think about how to properly apologize to mother and father for the trouble you have caused. If you fail to do so, I am going to have to come over there and take you back myself."

"Don't forget to pack sunglasses and sunscreen, Illumi. Bye."

"Kil-"

Killua slammed the phone back into the loading station and sat back down at the table as if nothing happened. Silence weighed heavy in the room, but Mito was the first to find her words again and walked over to Killua to put a supporting hand on his shoulders.

"Are you alright, Killua?"

"Yeah! He's kind of a control freak, I'm used to it."

"But what's going to happen when he actually gets here?" Gon asked nervously, though Killua merely shrugged as a response.

"Don't know. Probably house arrest, maybe they are going to take my phone away but I'm sure I can just take my little brothers if I ask nicely."

"This is so unfair… You practically just got here! There's so much more I wanted to do together with you! And if they take your phone, we can't even talk once you leave…"

And Killua was about to try to give some reassuring statements, but then it struck him-

"Hey, Gon, remember when you thought that me coming over spontaneously was kind of wild, crazy, but fun?"

"Y-yes?"

"Wanna do something wild, crazy, but fun with me?"

The woman behind him picked up faster on what he meant than Gon did. "Wait a min-"

"Huh?"

"Want to go to Japan with me?"

"Yes! Of course!" Gon started to slap the table in excitement.

"We can visit my sister, and there's servants there who definitely won't snitch on us, and we can go hiking in the mountains! It's great!"

"There's so much food I want to try! And we need to go to one of those cool Zoos!"

"Definitely! And there's this great-

"Boys…"

"Hell yeah! Maybe there will be- "

"BOYS!"

The teens stopped in the middle of their lively conversation and starred at Mito; eyes blown.

"Do you seriously think you can just take a plane together, while running away from your family, without any supervision?"

Killua hesitated before speaking up. "Well, I did make it over here…"

"And now you're in trouble with your family!"

The young boy sighed and hung his head in defeat, to which his friend took his hand in an attempt at comfort. Gon had the most well-trained puppy eyes, which locked onto Mito as their target.

"Well, if you had adult supervision though…"

Immediately both of the teens jumped up and hugged her. "Of course you can come!" "It's going to be so much fun!".

And as Killua explained how he can book last minute tickets to the nearest airport where his sister resided, Mito thought to herself that she may have bitten off more than she could chew. But maybe that didn't matter. Because rarely had she seen Gon that happy, and maybe taking a risk once in a while for the sake of someone else wouldn't be such a bad thing.

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"He hung up on me." Illumi dropped his phone and starred at the wall.

"Well, did you really expect he was going to be obedient and say, 'why yes dear brother I am on my way home right away'?" Hisoka was still in bed and rolled around leisurely, seemingly not a care in the world, though his grin was telling that he enjoyed the situation unfolding in front of him immensely. Illumi had been pacing the room ever since his mother called, hair a mess and Hisokas bathrobe half-heartedly thrown on, it was a welcomed view.

"He was supposed to. But this is fine. I can manage this."

"Mmh, sell me on your plan~"

"I'm going to pack my things, then I will fly back home, make sure mother is well cared for, and then fly to Australia to drag my little brother home by his ears if I have to."

"Then let me ask you this, caro mio:" The artist slowly separate himself from the comfort of his bed, and stood behind Illumi, slender fingers carefully combing through the black, sleek hair. "Have you ever been to Australia?"

"No, but I don't see how that should be a problem."

"Wouldn't it be easier if you had a guide? Someone who isn't going to chase you down some backroad that'll turn into a dead end 30 kilometres in?"

Illumi turned around to face his weird companion. "When have you been to Australia?"

"I've been around~" He lied smoothly, one hand running along Illumis chin. "Doesn't a little road-trip together just sound lovely? I promise I'll be on my best behaviour~"

"Somehow I have trouble believing that. And even if I would agree to have you accompany me to Australia, I have to drop by home first, and I don't want you stepping foot anywhere near our property." Illumi slapped his hand away. "I might come visit after Killua is back home, though." He turned to go and pack his things, but Hisoka had an arm around his waist and kept him still.

"Tesoro, listen to yourself. Your mother has a billion butlers, your father, and your siblings by her side. Why don't you fly to Australia immediately to get the job done quickly? Otherwise, you're just inefficiently wasting time, aren't you?"

"You do have a point, unfortunately…" He tilted his head to the side, and immediately felt warm lips on his neck. "Still doesn't mean I'm going to take you with me."

"What if I say please?"

"How old are you?"

"What if I contact Machi for you and negotiate a collab that will contractually play out majorly in your favour?" Illumi let the thought run through his mind and considered the pros and cons. "And I won't show anyone the candid photo that is my screensaver now~" Before he could ask what he meant, Hisoka was dangling his phone in front of him, with a shirtless picture of Illumi as his screensaver, just as promised.

"Hey- Give me that!"

Hisoka jumped out of slapping-range and snickered. "Take me to Australia, and that will turn back into a picture of myself."

"This is blackmail, and I can sue you for this."

"See you in court, amore."

"Fine! If you insist, you can come with me. But I will bury your body in the desert if you give me enough reason to."

Immediately Hisoka threw himself at Illumi. "Yay~! Our first couples' vacation!"

"We aren't…forget it." Illumi sighed, though Hisoka could have sworn he saw a slight smile as he pressed a kiss to the designer's cheek.

What's the worst that could happen?