Extra Story #3
Nen Pants
Hisoka threw a shirt onto his bed with a noise of disgust. That thing was months old. How on earth could he wear it now? He rummaged through his closet, muttering to himself.
"Wore it last week, wore it yesterday, too many blood stains, not enough color, too much green . . ." He pulled out a red cocktail dress. He stared at it a while in amazement.
"Only when I'm drunk."
He pulled out of the closet and threw up his hands. "Why don't I have any good clothing?" he shouted at the pile of clothes, as if they were being bad to mock him. He suspected they were.
He sat down on his bed, his head in his hands. What was he going to do? The only thing that wasn't too old to wear was the cocktail dress and he'd only had two Bloody Mary's so far. And he didn't have enough time to get that drunk, let alone go shopping for some new clothes. Illumi was waiting for him and charged by the hour.
He sighed. He began playing with his nen, shaping it into different images, mostly skulls and card suits. He was just going to have to cancel. It'd taken him two hours to get the tickets and four months to convince Illumi to come with him. What a waste of ti-
His thoughts froze. He looked down at his nen, a smile creeping onto his face. It was bold, it was daring . . . It was perfect. He leapt off the bed, and began to get dressed.
A FEW MINUTES LATER
Illumi was considering leaving. Sure Hisoka was paying him enough, but he didn't want to go with Hisoka to see some stupid display at the Heavens Arena. And Hisoka was being slow about getting dressed. Honestly, he was about as bad as his mother. Illumi paused for a moment, recalling the three hours his mother had spent getting ready before she allowed the midwife in when Kalluto was born. . . . All right, perhaps not as bad as his mother.
A door opened and closed. Finally, thought Illumi. He stood up and turned around. His brain stopped working.
"Well, what do you think?"
Illumi's eye twitched. "Hisoka, you're naked."
"I am not."
"There are no clothes adorning your body. You are naked."
Hisoka sighed. "Come on, show some vision. Just use gyo."
Illumi almost protested, but thought the better of it. Anything to get him in some pants, he thought. He used gyo. It took all of his assassin training to keep from dying of shock.
Hisoka grinned. "I call them nen pants!"
