Author: kajamiku
Disclaimer: Hunter x Hunter and Hisoka don't belong to me sniff
Pairing: Illumi x Hisoka
Summary/Notes: Hisoka's views on hair dye.
Hair Of A Different Colour
Hair dye, Hisoka decided as leaned against the bathroom door, his eyes scouring the back of the box in his hand with some displeasure, was one of the most annoying substances in the entire world.
The green hair dye had worked fine last time, when he decided that blue was no longer the colour he wanted, and he couldn't see any reason why it shouldn't do as the box told him it would this time. He wondered vaguely if he could sue the dye company, but gave that thought up quickly enough. It was too boring. What if he assassinated the person at the top…? Would they fix it? At least he didn't have roots any more…
Hisoka exited his bathroom with the packet, the towel that had previously been around his waist being used to dry the newly coloured hair with his free hand. His eyes flickered to the mirror for a moment, the vague disappointment in the failure of the dye turning to surprise.
The room was quite dim, but midday sunshine scorched through the gap in the curtains and lit the otherwise pitch space, and with this light he could see that the colour wasn't as bad as he originally thought. It was like autumn.
The steam from the bathroom had come with him when he stepped out and the carpet was damp now, the spot where he had stopped to give in to vanity even more so, and the thick white mist was still falling through into main room. He wouldn't care even if it was his own home, but this was a hotel so he cared even less. He liked his showers hot, and if that was a problem, well…
Hisoka turned his head at a small sound behind him, his eyes catching on the bed, where his night's bed partner was leaning back on the many pillows, reclining with a neutral expression that was betrayed by the small chuckle that escaped him. Hisoka's lips curved, his sly look falling into place, and watched as Illumi finally emerged from the nest he had made with the duvet cover. He crawled, completely naked, across to the end of the bed, slid his legs over the edge and reached out with one hand to swipe at a drop of shower water that had been trailing slowly across Hisoka's chest.
"You changed your colour again." Illumi said quietly, watching the other man tie a towel about his waist. "Why."
"Why? Well, I don't know. Fate, it must be." Illumi frowned slightly, raising a hand to his own black locks, as if wondering whether he should do the same. Hisoka considered handing the box to Illumi, imagining what the assassin would look like with green or red hair, but ended up simply throwing it over his shoulder.
It had always puzzled Hisoka that brothers like Illumi and Killua had hair that was so different, one sleek and black, one naturally messy and white, but he doubted either had ever dyed their hair. For a moment Hisoka was irrationally jealous.
"What colour is your hair naturally?" Illumi asked finally, eyes pinned on the evidently day dreaming magician. At this question, however, Hisoka looked over and smiled.
He said nothing for a moment, just eyed the assassin slyly, his body's pose shifting as he leaned forward, so close that Illumi could see nothing but Hisoka, and waved a finger. "Hi-mit-su"