Let Me Be Your Smile

Volume One: You, My Comrade!

Chapter 3: My Name is Hisoka

Yuki looked out past the yard of the refuge, trying to spot the flash of red. It's been about a month since he had fought the boy and they both seemed to have healed. Yuki, after his escape from the boy was surprised with his new found power. And after fully healing himself with a little help from the element light in the privacy of his room, Yuki has been toying with this power that many in Meteor City seemed to have. It had kept him entertained for some time, not that there seemed to be anything special about this power. He couldn't seem to get anything interesting to happen like how the other man was able to make a knife appear out of the blue. He was about to go out and find someone on to beat the answer out of when the redhead appeared again. Yuki frown in irritation as the boy landed lightly in front of him, a big smile on his face and demanded Yuki "Fight me!"

Yuki could not suppress his frustration. He had lost count of how many times this boy had appeared just as he was about to leave the refuge, asking for a fight. This is exactly what had kept him confined in the refuge for a whole month. He had no wish to go up against this boy, yet the boy wouldn't take no for an answer. Yuki clenched his fists, trying to contain his anger, crushing a pebble he had been toying with into fine dust. He narrowed his eyes, looking straight into the boy's blue-gray eyes, and finally gave in. "Fine" he spat out as he walked on towards the Chaos region. He has had enough of this, and need to put a stop to this. Just then, an idea poked at his brain as he walked slowly down the seemingly peaceful streets of the "city."

Yuki led them towards another secluded spot, encircled by a wall of junk, forming a natural shield around them. It's something that could be called a small, makeshift arena. Yuki stood in the centre, his body at ease as the motioned for the boy to begin.

The boy raised his eyebrows in question as looked at Yuki's unprepared posture but settled down to attack. He circled Yuki, releasing the malicious aura. He smiled as Yuki slowly released his own aura, battling with, no, simply separating the two auras. The boy narrowed his eyes, he knew what Yuki was trying to pull and a playful smile appeared on his lips as he thought back to the others who tried to pull that trick on him. He shrugged his smile off and disappeared without a trace and reappeared almost instantly behind Yuki, attempting to attack his open back. Yuki twisted his body, pivoting on one leg as he calmly avoided the attack and ducked as the boy turned in midair, aiming for his heat.

They broke apart, Yuki with a thin gash on his shirt, right over his heart, but otherwise unscratched. He stood, carefree and at ease, as if he was strolling in a garden despite the killing intent the boy sent in his way. This is his unspoken but understood plan. He was to dodge all of the boy's attack, avoiding getting in a confrontation with this power hungry boy who seemed to live off the excitement and adrenaline from fighting others and getting into near death situations.

The boy looked into Yuki's deep amethyst eyes, taking in his calm, emotionless face and chuckled. "Let's see who holds out to the end." As he leapt up from his position and charged at Yuki.

The two disappeared in a blur, both giving this their all, the boy launching attack after attack while Yuki pushed his body into unimaginable speeds and twisted them into impossible positions as he avoided the attacks, sometimes using the wind as a little helper. He wasn't able to fully manipulate the elements in this new body; his power was restricted to simple beginner spells for the time being, but he wasn't one to be picky, after all, who would ever be given a second chance at life.

The boy was getting more and more irritated; Yuki could feel it in his attacks and see it in his eyes. He dodged another one of the boy's attacks, landing lightly on a protruding table. He was largely unscratched save for some negligible cuts and bruises. He looked down at the boy, his red hair in a tousled mess as he pulled and ruffled it in frustration. The top buttons on his shirt was loosened hastily some time during the fight. The boy stood, letting out a long scream of rage as he leapt out of their little arena and raced off.

Yuki smiled smugly "I won." He hasn't been this happy in a very long time. He probably shook this boy off for the time being. He hummed a cheerful tone as he leapt over the wall of junk that surrounded the arena, walking off deep into the center of the Chaos region he hoped to find someone and 'ask' them to explain this strange power.

-OOO-

The boy rushed away from their makeshift arena and raced towards the center of the Chaos region. He stopped, panting in both frustration and tiredness, as he chanced upon a man, walking. His lips turned into a cruel smile as he descended upon this unsuspecting prey. Carrying his life away as a shinigami should. He looked around, standing over the corpse of the dead man, unsure of what to do next when a flash of sliver caught his eyes. He took a second look and realized just who this seemed to be, the boy that he had fought moments before. He walked towards him, careful to keep his presence as low as possible as he followed the boy.

-OOO-

Yuki wandered about the Chaos region, unaware of the unexpected addition to his expedition. He watched fights, trying to find someone who was able to use that special power but wasn't too strong. This is all a matter of luck, after all most of the people he had seen with this power was way beyond his league. If only he hadn't killed that man. He sighed as he moved away from yet another battle.

"What are you doing?" a curious voice sprang up behind him, startling Yuki. He turned around, alarmed, only to see the boy looking down at him intently from the top of what seemed to be an old car. "I have been following you for a while now. What are you doing ? Tell me~~"

Yuki narrowed his eyes. "Why are you following me, and why do I have to tell you. Ming your own business!" he blushed a little at how childish his last sentence seemed.

"Humph...How mean~~~" The boy said with a little smile dancing on his lips, he enjoys talking to this person. "Ma~~I just wanted to warn you that you are getting into the inner circles of Meteor City... You might die~~" He said the last words with a little amused tone, he sounds excited.

"The inner circles? Is that a restricted area?" He had no idea what the boy was talking about. He questioned the boy ignoring his abnormal speech and that excited endnote of his last sentence.

"You'll learn it as you are about to leave the refuge. Technically you are not to leave the refuge. You bad, bad boy~~~" The boy didn't really answer the question. He was amused by Yuki's reaction to his last statement, and decided to 'reward' him. "You aren't strong enough, neither am I."

Yuki's face was red from anger and embarrassment at the boy's taunting phrase, but returned to normal as the boy started speaking normally. He nodded his head at the boy's announcement and told the boy what he was out to do. "I wanted to learn how to use that strange power people seemed to be able to use in Meteor City."

"All I know is that it's called nen."

"Nen?" Yuki asked, "Then do you know how to fully use this power as some people were able to?"

"No." The boy spoke normally. "Why do you think I'm fighting everyone I see?"

Yuki chuckled; he walked closer to the boy. The boy didn't feel threatening to him anymore. In the back of the mind, he wondered why the boy was speaking normally.

"But~~" The boy suddenly changed his tone again, dragging out his world as continued on "the feeling you get out of a good fight is so heavenly~~~ Wanna fight me?" The boy asked Yuki out of the blue.

"NO!" Yuki said as he crossed the thought off of his mind. The boy is incapable of talking normally.

"Look what we have here..." a coarse voice sprang up behind the two. They snapped around to find a man in his thirties, looking dishevelled with his clothes stained with blood and other unidentifiable substances. He swung around what seemed to be a bottle of whisky and swayed from side to side as he walked towards the two.

Yuki's body tensed as the man progressed near him; he bent down, ready to move at any indication that this man is going to attack. Suddenly, his eyes widened as what seemed like a brown blur rushed towards him. He tried to shift sideways to avoid the attack, but was not fast enough as the blow knocked him back. Yuki landed with a thud against a pile of garbage. He fell to the floor in a coughing heap as blood ran from his mouth and landed on the earth in brilliant dots of red.

The boy turned towards Yuki. His eyes followed the trajectory of Yuki's body as it flew past him. His faced encased by a mask of horror and shock, but could not hide the excited twinkle in his eyes. Yuki slowly crawled up, looking into the boy's blue-gray eye, the dusty color of Meteor City's skies, and whispered "You are crazy..." He could feel the shock and horror in his words.

"Why, thank you~~~" The boy answered in his usual tone, but Yuki couldn't help but hear a tinge of sadness and pain in the boy's voice.

"Humph, I guess I'm not that far off either..." Yuki sighed as he stood up and walked over, wiping the blood off of the corners of his mouth. A look of annoyance on his face, but his amethyst eyes told a different story.

"Haha, what amazing courage!" The man laughed, looking at the two boys before him. He threw away his bottle and bent down. The aura around him changed as it charged towards the boys who held their own. The man laughed again. "Talented, you two can turn out to be great, but unfortunately you have met me! It's time to say good bye" the man shouted as he charged towards the two.

Yuki, ready this time for the man's speed confronted him, exchanging blow after blow as the boy attacked the man from the back. The two encircled the man attacking him from both sides. This was the advantage in a two versus one battle. Yuki and the boy was certain of their victory, the only question left unanswered is how long it will take and at what price.

-OOO-

Yuki lost track of time as the fight raged on. He could hardly feel any of his limbs. His left arm was dripping with blood as the dying blow from the man forced him to dislocate it to prevent a fracture. His legs were bruised and long cuts ran down the whole of his calf. The boy wasn't that much better off either. His right cheek was swollen as he supported his broken right hand, his fingers twisted in various directions. A long open wound ran down his chest, almost exposing his bones. He had just received that wound and was losing blood fast. Yuki dragged himself up, popping his left arm into place with a hiss and stepped over the man. He picked up the discarded bottle and sniffed at its contents-it was alcohol. He then trod over to the boy, his boy swayed as a wave of dizziness washed over him.

Yuki stood in front of the boy, nudging him, indicating him to lie down. The boy looked down at him, giving him a puzzled look before complying. Yuki dropped to his knees and poured the bottle of whisky over the boy's wounds, causing him to flinch. He then started bounding the boy's wound with rags fashioned out of the boy's shirt.

The boy looked up at Yuki's face. No one has ever treated his wounds for him before. He watched as the setting sun shroud Yuki in veil of warm orange light, a warm feeling appear in his heart. He didn't know what it was. He only knew that it was somehow different from the fiery hot excitement that he felt from his fights. The boy watched Yuki's face, his hair seemed to emitted a golden glow as they rained down, forming a silky curtain shielding his face from view. His hands moved to pull his hair back, revealing his delicate features. The boy's eyes followed Yuki's sun-stained eyelashes as they fluttered and stared at those beautiful amethyst eyes that looked intently at his wounds.

Yuki finished the last of his work. He turned around facing the boy and looked into a pair of blue-gray eyes and heard a low voice, entranced, saying "My name is Hisoka."

"Yuki, my name is Yuki" Yuki replied softly, almost a whisper as he fell unconscious.

"Yuki, my comrade..." Hisoka murmured as his hands shot up, cradling an unconscious Yuki. He looked down at the boy's unconscious, confused with the nameless feeling. He trusted this boy, and enjoyed his company. This must be what it feels like to have a comrade he thought as he turned the Yuki over and tended to his wounds.

MidnightBebe104 Thanks for your review I'm sooo happy that you liked my story. I really enjoyed the imaginary chocolate chip cookie :) I hope you enjoyed the new chapter! XD