Disclaimer: I don't own Hunter Hunter (sadly, Togashi wouldn't sell me the rights to it )

A.N- I just picked a random date for the entry, feel free to change it in your mind while reading if you want.

Illumi was laying on Hisoka's bed, waiting for the man to return. He was bored, and had read every book he had found. Twice.

He rolled over on his side and stared at the bedside table for a while. He then noticed something ratty laying on it.

Crawling over to see what it was reveled it was a book. A very dirty, used book, with something shiny on the side. Further examination reveiled it to be lock.

The assassin looked at the cover; the faint words of Journal were scrolled on it in large, fancy letters.

Well, this looks interesting… thought Illumi.

He expertly picked the lock and flipped through the pages seeing various things like "Met a new friend today…" and "I love the new group I'm in, especially the leader!"

He stopped on the most recent entry, from a few days ago. It read

12/03/06

Today I thought. I thought about a lot of things, like Illumi, and Machi (of course)

Illumi stopped reading and shuddered at this. How much did this freakin' clown think about him and the blue haired chick, anyway?

"'ing pervert." Muttered the assassin, but kept on reading

, and Gon and Killua, too. I thought about my Heavens Arena fight I had today. I thought about my dinner. However, among all these things, I thought about me.

Like, does anybody CARE for me? I mean, really care. You know, someone who would aid me when I am sick, or comfort me when I'm sad, a hug me when I'm alone.

What did that mean? Hisoka could care for himself, and never appeared sad… to him, at least.

My answer? No. No one cares about me. No one gives a damn that I grew up starving, or had no parents. Some people respect me, yeah, but that doesn't mean they care.

Illumi never knew that. Hisoka never talked about it. Illumi stared at the lines of writing for a few seconds. He felt a pang in his chest.

Was he feeling SORRY for Hisoka? No, he couldn't be, but yet…

Take Gon, for instance, he respects me, and almost looks up to me as a rival, but he doesn't care.

I'm not just a machine, like some people think. I would like a friend. A REAL friend, not like Illumi. I don't think he even LIKES me, let alone considers me a friend. God knows I like him, though. I like him A LOT. I don't think he really KNOWS, though. I wish he would treat me well sometime. Why is he always so cold? So cruel? I sound like a schoolgirl, I know, but is that really MY fault, he's the one who's so damn…seductive, right? He's Intelligent, beautiful, mysterious, professional… intoxicating. Oh, schoolgirl again, right?

"WHAT?" a movement occurred on the stoic face. Hisoka… thinks I'm… seductive?

"I knew he liked me, but never that much. Moreover, what does he mean "cold" and "cruel? I'm not that bad to him, am I?"

I haven't told anybody that I would like my own little pity party sometime. It would be nice if they realized that on their own. Well, that's all for now. Ja Ne… to myself. Alone again.

"Hisoka… I never…" Illumi whispered.

He couldn't help but feel sorry for the guy. It was unlike him to feel anything at all, let alone pity. And for HISOKA even. Maybe it was because of the long time they had known each other. Maybe Hisoka was getting to him. Maybe Killua had started rubbing off on his older brother about the whole "friend" thing. Illumi didn't know. All he knew was that he DIDN'T LIKE THIS FEELING, the feeling he had to do something, the feeling he had to help.

Illumi closed the raggedy diary, relocked it, and set it back on the bedside table. It looked like it had never moved. He sighed. Well, now he HAD to do something.

-----------------------------------------------Later that day-------------------------------------------------

Their was a knock on the magicians door.

"Coming!" he sung happily. Finally, a visitor, I was getting kinda' bored. He swung open the door, smiling.

"Hello, Hisoka."

The voice was stoic, cold, and distant. Hisoka smiled widely at the tone.

"Illumi! Come in! What brings you here?"

It was very odd that his "raven haired doll" came to his house, so Hisoka was genuinely curious. He WANTED to know.

Illumi walked in. He gulped and looked up. "Hey, Hisoka," he paused

"Yes, Illu-kun?"

"Would you… um … like to…" He looked down God danmit! Why was this so hard? Why was he so nervous? And why did his face feel so hot?

"Would I like to what?" The magician raised an eyebrow

The assassin took a deep breath, "Would you like to… go out to dinner with me?"

Hisoka eyes widened. Illumi could feel his face flush. DAMNIT! He was an assassin, he didn't get embarrassed, and he wasn't supposed to behave like a twelve-year-old girl asking out her crush! He looked up.

"Yes," he stated more confidently, "would you like to go out to dinner with me?"

Hisoka giggled. "Like a date?" he grinned.

"Well, yeah, I guess." Illumi said

Hisoka looked shocked, he was managing to giggle and look shocked at the same time though. Damn him.

"If you don't want to…" Illumi turned to leave

"No, no, I want to. I'm just a little surprised. That's all."

"What's so surprising about one friend asking another friend out to dinner?" the raven-haired man asked

"Aw, do you really mean that?" Hiso-Hiso mocked

"Ye… yeah." Illumi said, looking down

"Really?"

"Yes."

"REALLY?"

"YES!"

"Really, truly, from the bottom of your heart?"

"YES!!!" Illumi yelled, frustrated

"You sure?"

Illumi sighed. He walked up to Hisoka and pulled his head down. "Yes." He muttered. Before Hisoka was able to respond, the assassin lips were on his. He pulled away.

"You still wanna' go to dinner with me?"

"I'll go get ready."

Blackwolf: Oh, Flying Spagehtti Monster, that was short, oh well sigh WEEEEE! Please forgive my sucky grammar; I've slept through English class since 4th grade. So, this was just random… actually it was partly inspired by Spirit of Evil's wonderful fic "Thoughts of our lives". Why? 'Cause she's awesome. This was written at (insert wee-hours-of-the-morn here), and I was sick. Please review.

I'll try to write a Halloween fic too, since know ELSE seems TO be doing it.