Title: An Assassin for a Lover

Author: nikki (nikkichan0829@yahoo.com)

Chapter: 9/?

Rating: PG-13

From what series: Hunter x Hunter

Genre: Yaoi

Pairing: Hisoka x Irumi, hints of Gon x Killua and more Leorio x Kurapika (got the okay signal from Candice as long as I don't make any graphic scenes of them together… That came out wrong… *sees glares from Leorio and Kurapika* Err… Hehehehehehe… *sweat drops when she sees the readers* No, don't look at me that way!!! I'm not crazy!!!)

Timeline: I placed it after the York New City incident with the Genei Ryodan.

Description: Irumi strikes back!!! Or is he?

Disclaimer: Don't own Hunter x Hunter. Don't attempt to sue coz I don't have any money.

Warning: YAOI, enough said

Author's notes: I won't tolerate flames that tell me that they don't approve of Yaoi. Well, if you looked at the genre and warning, you'd know what you get. If you don't like yaoi, leave, otherwise feel welcome to continue and please review^^. WAH!!! Joker (FoR) died!!! *runs off to kill Morii, raising her pitchfork* Die stupid git die!!! *stops and blinks* Gosh I sound like Ron Weasley. NOOOO!!!

~*~

Hisoka's mind reeled as Irumi let the towel slip through his fingers. The towel slipped down assassin's chest and was still going lower. Irumi still made no move to keep it from falling.

"AAAARRRRGHHH!!!!" Hisoka screamed as he covered his eyes.

He squeezed his eyes shut but was rewarded by a full-blown laugh from the young assassin. Hisoka's eyes flew open to see a half-naked Irumi, clad only in black silk boxers. He was already clutching his middle from laughing.

This wasn't like the fake laugh he did in front of the Hunter examinees. This was a like a lunatic laughing here… It was uncharacteristic for the young assassin. It was, it was… It was downright creepy.

Hisoka turned red again and pointed a shaking finger at Irumi accusingly. "You, you, you, you, you, you tricked me!!!"

Irumi stuck his tongue out at him. "Behh… Serves you right, hentai."

"What do you me serves me right?! I haven't done anything!"

Hisoka's face flamed up when Irumi had the gall to look at him wryly and raise an elegant eyebrow at him. "Oh?"

"What do you mean by that?!"

The assassin sighed and shook his head. "'Until you figure out what it is that you did and make up for it, you're not getting anywhere with me. Good night." Irumi thumbed his nose at the magician and went to bed. "Oh, and one other thing. Touch me and I'll hurt you bad." Then he turned the bedside lamp off and slept.

Hisoka didn't know what to make of the situation. Things just seemed to get weirder and weirder and this was just day one!

And besides, because of all the hubbub, Hisoka found that he had forgotten to tell Irumi what was on his mind!!!

~*~

Irumi woke up the next day feeling better than he had yesterday. Well, last night he had a good night's sleep after having the satisfaction of getting Hisoka flustered.

The handsome magician had turned as red as his hair. It was quite amusing. Irumi wondered if this was what Hisoka felt when he played with people's feelings. He looked at Hisoka's sleeping face. He looked so peaceful and angelic. Totally contrary to when he was awake.

Unable to resist, he reached out his hand and lightly caressed the magician's cheek with the back of his hand. Hisoka slept on. Irumi sighed then got out of bed. Until he was sure, he wasn't going to make things easy for Hisoka at all. Deep down, his mind called him a fool.

Fool, fool, fool, fool, fool, fool, FOOL!!! He would never…

~*~

Contrary to what Irumi thought, Hisoka was already awake from the moment the assassin stirred. He had the pleasure of feeling Irumi's feather-light caress and seeing the beautiful expression on his face. It was an expression that mirrored exactly the secret that Hisoka kept to himself. Then his heart clenched at the weary, almost defeated sigh that escaped the assassin's lips.

He waited until Irumi had gone inside the bathroom before stirring from his position. He barely slept last night as he merely watched Irumi sleep peacefully on his side of the bed. It was a strange feeling, watching Irumi sleep. It was calming and soothing in a way he supposed. His heart seemed at ease. His heart? He thought he had thrown away his heart a long time ago.

Hisoka's thoughts flew to a distant memory.

A dark-haired boy with scarlet eyes ran to a group of thugs. His eyes were nearly the color of red. It was bordering between red and violet. Eyes of a forbidden child. Yet it sparkled like gems under the full moon night. His clothes were so tattered that it hardly covered anything.

"Hisoka-san!"

"Leave if you know what's good for you, boy. Your lot have no right to be here." One of the thugs took hold of the boy.

"Yamette! Get out of here, K-san!"

"No! Hisoka! Leave Hisoka-san alone! Onegai!" The boy struggled in the man's grasp.

"You asked for it boy."

Steel glinted under the moonlight before plunging into soft flesh.

"K-SAN!!!"

Screams ensued as blood soaked the ground. The moon turned red as bodies fell lifelessly to the ground.

"Hisoka? Are you alright? You look pale."

Hisoka snapped back to reality at the sound of Irumi's concerned voice. He opened his mouth to say something but couldn't seem to find his voice as he stared at the assassin. His mouth had gone dry.

Irumi had loosely braided his hair. He was wearing loose fitting khaki short pants and a sleeveless, body-fit black shirt. His legs were less exposed than they were yesterday but you'd still see a considerable amount of it.

By the time Hisoka had finished looking Irumi over, the assassin was laughing at him already. Hisoka frowned. This was the second time the boy was laughing at him since the trip started.

"WHAT?!"

"You looked like a goldfish."

A goldfish??? Hisoka fumed.

"And your fly's open."

Hisoka looked down at his pajamas. When Irumi burst into peals of laughter again, he realized that his pajama bottom doesn't have a fly. Hisoka turned crimson from embarrassment.

Irumi was already doubling over from laughter. Hisoka blushed even harder. The assassin looked very feminine and delicate. A vision of loveliness. Very beautiful. Then it took him a few moments to realize that he had whispered, thankfully not loud enough for Irumi to hear.

~*~

Leorio recounted the events of the morning in his mind. First he woke up all sweaty so he took a shower, ending with Kurapika turning him into a punching bag. Then Kurapika himself took a bath and hadn't closed the door properly. This ended up with him getting the daylights punched out of him when Kurapika saw the door swing open, unfortunately, with Leorio standing very close to it.

Well, all in all, it wasn't a bad morning since he got to see "more" of Kurapika, which can be taken the wrong way. His fascination with Kurapika was intoxicating. He had hoped that this trip would help him get closer to Kurapika.

He scratched his head. So far, he had bumps and bruises to show for, which wasn't too bad really. Really.

~*~

For his side, Kurapika was blushing. He was embarrassed for turning Leorio into a punching bag. The man had the gall to peep while he was taking a shower! Dealing with the man was frustrating and infuriating! His mind piped up. You want him to see you as someone more than a friend. But he's so dense!

Kurapika shook his head clear of such thoughts. Impossible!!! He wasn't attracted to the man, was he? Was he?

He was so deep in his thoughts that he didn't notice two figures behind him until one of them put his hand on his shoulder. This startled him enough to make him give a small "Eeep!" in response.

Gon and Killua gave him blank looks before bursting out laughing.

"You sounded like a girl," Killua commented.

Kurapika gritted his teeth. He did not sound like a girl. He was nowhere near being a girl!!! Gon was now inching a little bit farther from Killua and Killua looks at Gon, wondering why. Had he been looking, he would've seen Kurapika's eyes turning red. He would've easily dodged the fist coming his way. He wouldn't be staring at the ceiling with his head rested on Gon's lap twenty minutes later.

~*~

Killua grumble to himself when he came to. He hadn't seen that one coming. Kurapika packs one hell of a wallop. He shifted.

That's when he noticed that his head was rested on Gon's thigh. Hmm… This might not be so bad after all.

~*~

Hisoka sighed. He wasn't getting anywhere with Irumi. Well, that's not exactly true. They were going somewhere. Just not the way he meant it…

It had been thirty minutes since Irumi cracked those jokes at his expense and now they were heading down a pathway they found by the beach. Hisoka couldn't help but stare at the lush curves Irumi was presenting him with. It was grating his nerves.

He didn't even know where they were going until Irumi stopped. He had been so intent on Irumi alone that he hadn't noticed. They were at an almost deserted part of the beach. It was too far from the hotel and people didn't really want to make an effort to take ten to twenty minutes of their time to get there. It was fantastic. White sand everywhere, the ocean water was so clear and blue and the waves were gentle. This was a perfect scenario for seduction since there would be only very few people to actually care what they were doing.

His mind was already formulating a plan of seduction. WAS anyway. He went slack-jawed when Irumi pulled his top off and threw it and pulled down his pants!

~TBC~

Author's notes:

I would just like to say "Hehehe'' to the readers. Lyn! Hope you like it.

To everyone else, I know this isn't really focusing on Leorio x Kurapika or Gon x Killua but I hope you guys would still enjoy reading this fic. Honestly, I'm not really a protagonist but usually the antagonist. I like bad people better than good guys.