Title: Crystal Tears
Chapter Title: Chapter I – Over and done part one (illumi's Chapter)
Author: Noeleen a.k.a. ff-mistress (boyish_temptress_05@yahoo.com)
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Rating: PG-13 to R
Summary: Crystal tears shall flow and inevitable heartbreak shall soon follow. Regret does come late. And though it comes, the things you did, however, can never be reared backward. HisokaxIllumi yaoi.
Pairings: Hisoka x Illumi ~ Hisoka x ?
Disclaimer: I do not own the adorably lunatic clown Hisoka, nor the drool-worthy and ever gorgeous Illumi. But Yoshihiro Togashi does. No money gained.
Time Line: After the Geneiryodan incident, go figure it out yourself, as far as I know HxH wasn't finished on anime. I never did check out the manga.
Genre: Yaoi.
Warning: Unintentional spoilers and OOCness.
Useless Notes: Ahh… I don't really think I developed any plot as of now, yet. *frowns* I wonder if someone is wasting her time reading this junk.
Crystal Tears
Chapter I
Over and Done part one
A shrill cry broke the taciturnity of the night, the smooth tiled floor were suddenly soiled by a rich color of blood, the acrid scent of murder was suffocating, but nonetheless silver needles resumed on piercing over and over again in and out of a body that laid lifeless onto the ground. He knew that it wasn't like him to lengthen an assassination, but he just needed something to take his mind off other things.
Black eyes glinted dangerously when a rather reckless guard dared to hoist a gun at the said assassin. There was a soft click that signaled that the trigger was pulled and the bullet was fast directing towards him, but with swift agility, the bullet missed its aim. Moving in a rapid expertise, which he was trained to have, his legs swiftly enthused towards his target, too fast for someone who wasn't his level to witness and making him temporarily invisible from the other.
Another gunshot echoed inside the almost empty building, a single needle was all it took as it pierced onto a surprised throat, then a sickening thud followed as yet another lifeless body fell to the assassin's feet.
Bloodstained needles were swathed in each web of the fingers of a rather pale hand. Deep and extremely remote ebony eyes didn't as much as glance at almost over a dozen of corpse that lay on the floor. The soft sound of his boots tapping against the floor sounded almost loud, as he made his way outside the room. The bell rung noisily when an elevator opened in invitation, but he only passed by it, as he saw the stairs as a more convenient way for him to take.
He merely raised an eyebrow when he met two huge men halfway through the stairs, obviously guards, and halted him from taking more steps. Then almost unexpectedly, needles flew everywhere. Some landed against the wall, some onto the ceiling, but the last few were punctured deeply into two unsuspecting foreheads and two pairs of stunned eyes, anguished screams tore from the throat of the two victims, finally losing balance and rolling down the stairs and onto the bottom of the flight, then finally laid dead in a puddle of blood. The assassin didn't as much blink an eye that didn't held any guilt at all. Pathetic. That' was the only word that passed through his mind at those moments.
When his feet finally stepped out of the building the shadows he kept very carefully behind began to haunt him again. He knew it was useless to even try, but he try nonetheless, who knows, he might get lucky enough this time. Despite the frosty depths of his eyes, and the chilly air of the night, even the icy barrier he had around him couldn't hide the burning longing he had inside his soul.
Realization. Yes. When he let Hisoka go, only did he realize how much the other had become a part of him, and vice versa he suppose. He knew that he wasn't allowed to feel emotion. He was forbidden to do so. His father had warned him about these things, did he not? He wasn't a family rule breaker, Killua was, and yet he became one too, and that single illicit decision resulted in those two years.
*****
A lithe body was pressed rather forcefully against the wall by a more taller and more aggressive body, which belonged to Hisoka alone.
"Heh! What you're gonna hide yourself inside that bloody barrier again? Gonna pretend you don't want me just the same?" Hisoka had asked, his hot breath insistent to make the fine hair on the nape of one beneath to perk.
"Get off me…" he had ordered. The calm demeanor of his' was still there, denying what he was feeling, what his body was wanting, and he was aware that what his body wants was damnation and nothing more. Hisoka had not obeyed but pressed his body against the assassin even more. He knew that he could have easily pierced a couple of silver pins on that urging body. No one was stopping him at those moments, even the one on top of him.
"Where are the needles?" Hisoka was taunting him, he knew. "No one's stopping you." He smirked knowingly at him. "What? You don't want being read so easily? But I can, Illumi, I can. So what's the feeling of knowing that I can practically see those wheels turning inside your head?"
Illumi knew what Hisoka wanted, what he wanted. But it was temporary. It was a simple release, that would change him without doubt, and he didn't ever want to change. He couldn't say yes but couldn't say no either. And so he had said nothing.
"Just tell me were thorough. And I would walk out without a word, without protest. I give you my word." Hisoka was tense on top of the assassin; the words seemed hard to be spoken out. "Tell me those words even right this very moment and I would."
Illumi know he should say it but found out he couldn't. He was aware that if he doesn't it would be the largest mistake of his life. And his answer was firm.
"Stay."
At that night he had let Hisoka have him in the most pleasurable way possible. Hisoka had his way on him through out that night. Not one word passed, only incoherent moans that surprisingly came from him. Illumi had been owned that night but denied that he was. But still, he let himself feel despite the doubts that were creeping in.
*****
Two years. It was two years since that night. Two years after he had said the word, "stay". And yet three months since he said the words "were through." It was almost ironic how those two years were ruined in a mere minute with a weapon of those two words. But these recent three months seems comparatively longer than the last two forbidden years.
With the night's silence as his companion he tried to flee from the pain, he was constantly convincing himself he wasn't feeling. It was his fault and he needed to face the consequences.
He didn't need Hisoka. Or did he?
It was over and done and there was no turning back.
And as he vanished onto the shadows of the night, he wondered.
Was this really realization?
Or is it regret?
*****
He was staring out the window; where the sun was finally setting and now gave way for the moon to finally rise from its confines. And yet another day to be added on the list. Three months since he last saw the striking red colored hair. Three months since he heard the annoying voice of a certain magician that never learned when to shut up. Three months without the ever-bold touches, the ever-teasing remarks, the non-stop complaints. Three long months… without-…
His thoughts were abruptly cut off by an angry growl, silver gray eyes glaring angrily at him. "Are you listening?" his father demanded, his thick eyebrows brought together by a displeased frown.
The raven-haired assassin did not deny. He kept his lips shut, staring ahead his father, and onto the window. The fact that his father caught him day dreaming was enough, lying would get him nowhere. "I wasn't." was his calm reply. His eyes never leaving the wall but never missed the startled look his younger brother, Killua, gave him and the blank look from his father.
Silva merely nodded, but the disgruntled frown was still there. "I want you to go for the next mission."
A/n: I know that the chapter is extremely short. But that's it for now. The next chapter will just be as short. Chapters will lengthen, I promise you, when the right moment comes it will. ^^ Won't you agree that Illumi is downright OOC? I mean, gaah, I wanted it to be angsty but it resulted as out of characterization genre of fic. hmp!
-TBC-