Disclaimers: Standard disclaimers apply. Hunter X Hunter is a manga
made by the great Yoshihiro Togashi, my eternal mentor. No money is
made in the creation of this fanfic.
Notes: Two chapters in one day ^_^ Make-up chapter for not being able to
update more often than I should.
Chapter 7 - Words and Secrets
"...And I will not tolerate you getting into your intimate practices here in my house, especially not when Killua or Miruki or any member of my family or household is present. And I want you to stay away from Miruki, he won't be much a good companion for you. Do not, I repeat, do not even dare to harm Karuto, I will never forgive you. And do not piss Killua off, lest you want to be decapitated..."
Hisoka merely nodded his head for the umpteenth time. Frankly, he can't understand why Illumi was being so uptight, all he did was but a few minor teases here and there. And was it his fault he found Illumi sexy? That the younger boy was too beautiful for his own good sometimes and he couldn't help wanting to reach out for him? No, he was free from that crime, it wasn't as if it was he himself who fixes what Illumi wears or how Illumi moves. Not that he found anything wrong with that either, it was actually a very interesting thought.
As for Killua, he's being such a sharp-tongued brat who obviously hates him, and Hisoka need not search for any more reason to not fool around with the boy. It was gravely tempting to do so, especially when there was Gon. Oh, and Kurapika as well, and even that other guy, Leorio was it? Yes, definitely been a while since he got into those young-ones' blood pressures.
He sighed, trying not to feel bored at the authoritative tone Illumi had in him. His eyes darted out of the small gazebo to rest upon the warm grass of the vast gardens. He then watched the leaves of the vines that clung to the marble pillars sway with the gentle winds. It was funny really, he never would've thought he would appreciate such simple things. He was almost always preoccupied with something else that he had come to neglect such little wonders to the eyes. Even the flowers have started to catch his attention.
Oh hell. I'm really getting very soft, he told himself, wincing slightly.
He shook his head, only a small movement that he doubted if Illumi even caught it. One side of his lips tugged in a smile of dismissal, closing his eyes to look away from the absurdity from which his thoughts had just recently wandered to. An arm came up from its crossed position with the other to put a supporting finger on his temples, easing the momentary blur that just came up.
"Hisoka."
It took him a few seconds to open his eyes and acknowledge the young man in front of him. And by the time he did, Illumi was glaring.
"Have you been listening to anything I was trying to tell you?" he asked irately, obviously not amused as Hisoka was. Unfortunately for him, the magician just shrugged and swayed his hand around.
Hisoka turned his back and started walking out of the gazebo. "Yes, of course, Illumi-kun. I'm not allowed to touch your baby brothers or sister, not allowed to play around with your household servants, my mouth should be zipped at almost all times, no jokes, no tricks, no sex..." he paused, then turned back. "Are you sure about that 'no sex' thing? That's very hard to do considering the fact that---"
"Enough!"
Illumi heaved a gruff sigh a slipped past Hisoka, inevitably brushing his shoulders roughly with the other's own since Hisoka was positioned almost blocking the opening of the gazebo. He ignored the constant tingling of clothed skin against clothed skin. He still didn't understand why a person such as Hisoka could ever force certain reactions from him that he couldn't control. He was only thankful that he has been trained to hide feelings and emotions, lest he would risk letting the magician know his state and risk letting him use that weakness to his advantage.
"Look, if you're so pissed with me, why did you even invite me here?" came the voice from behind him, making him stop in his tracks.
Illumi's head shifted to one side, glancing back at Hisoka over his shoulder. He bit his lip once, willing himself to search for the right words to say. Finding only jumbled words with unintelligible meanings, he shook his head. "I'm not pissed," he started, echoing Hisoka's words, still figuring out what else to say. "And I invited you here because..."
What? Why did he ask Hisoka to come with him? Remembering Miruki's phone call, and how his very own words and confessions surprised even him, he found himself even more confused. Why did he change from being a silent, uncaring loner to this just as silent yet softening young male that momentarily just scolded the magician with words that more than reached their small-numbered limits.
He frowned, black, cat-like eyes shifting to the swaying flowers beside the staircase. He could feel the piercing eyes that held him in his place, feeling them see more than what he intended to show. And deep in his mind he knew why, yet until now he still could not accept it.
I don't want to be away from him again.
But amidst all these clouded faults he found in himself--because truly, the way he felt for the magician was a fault--the voice yet again pulled him back to where he left off.
"Because what, Illumi?" Hisoka asked, voice void of any teases or of any sort.
Dark eyes furrowed into a glare, directed to who or what, he did not know. Giving Hisoka one last look, he turned his head and continued walking back to the mansion. No words were needed to be said nor explained. It can't be true. None of it is. After a few weeks, or as given with his father's permission, Hisoka shall leave the premises of their territory. And as for him, as a member of the family, he shall stay and go on with his duties as before. Both he and Killua will. No more protests, no more questions or considerations.
And he's not dreading it. He must not. He refused to yield to the sudden ache that rose up from him just thinking about it. He cursed himself, his body, for surrendering to the magician's ministrations from the very start. Maybe if they hadn't met, maybe if he didn't take that accursed walk in the city, maybe none of this would have happened. Maybe he'd still be himself, and Hisoka...he'll remain nothing more than a man he admired, a man who asks for his services like all of his clients do.
Unknown to the retreating Zoldick member, a sigh escaped Hisoka's lips. Eyes closed to ease him from the thick tension that just came about between himself and Illumi, willing himself to stop trying to steal glances of Illumi walking away from him. Had he really meant to insult him, or least to say force him to say things he would not normally admit even to himself?
He didn't know. Maybe because he needed reassurance. Sure as he may be that Illumi wanted him as much as he wanted him, he realized that there was something more he wanted to be sure of. He had wanted Illumi to the point of obsession, almost always trying to search for him in every corner of the mansion even if the very structure made him dizzy just with the size of it. What started out as an experiment, a game, turned out to be more complicated than he had thought.
Glancing back only to see that the garden was already empty, he walked back further inside the fairly small gazebo and sat himself on one of the marble rails. The winds blew at him gently, easing his face from the strands of hair that made their way to shield his eyes. But none of it, not the wind, the flowers, nor the sun, could ever ease the heaviness that made its way inside of him.
End of Chapter 7
A/N:
Ai-ya...Hisoka-sama's getting soft AND out of character . Is he? Is
he, is he? *looks around desperately* If he is, then I must do something to put
him back to how he is! Or at least, somewhat how he is with Illumi-sama around.
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