I'll Come Back Home To You ~ Hisoillu

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"Alright, you can stop now, Illumi dear," Hisoka grumbled to his lover as he had the door shut on his face for the 12th time that week.

Illumi threw his black coat dramatically over his shoulders as he headed to the elevator of where Hisoka was living in the Heavens Arena building. He dabbed at non-existent tears and sniffed, clutching the fine string of pearls around his neck.

"Sometimes I can still hear his voice," Illumi said with as much watery emotion as he could muster. Which was not much, but it was the thought that counted.

It was a very awkward elevator ride as Illumi continued to ignore Hisoka's presence along with all the pokes and prods that came with it.

The two went to check out of the arena when some unfortunate soul decided to comment on the ravenette's attire.

"Where ya' goin' lady? Ya' look like yer dressed for a funeral!"

Illumi gazed down at his outfit. He was wearing a black styled trench coat over sleek black lace front gown with a slits up the sides, showing off his toned legs, silk gloves that ran up to the middle of this biceps and devastatingly high red bottomed black heels.

He looked back to the man.

"First of all, that's sir to you. Second, my husband has just left me widowed so I believe it is appropriate for me to dress in this way, not that it concerns you, no?" the man simply blinked at him.

"I- I'm so sorry... uh... sir," he stuttered with an awkward chuckle and scurried off muttering something about 'young people these days'.

Hisoka on the other hand was rubbing his face in his palms.

"How long are you going to keep this up, doll? I was dead for like three minutes! That was it!" He flailed his arms dramatically.

Illumi continued to ignore.

Hisoka turned sharply towards the woman in the ticket booth.

"You can see me right? I'm not just going crazy?" She nodded at him with wide eyes, "Thank god... okay. That's a relief."

The chime of the automatic doors alerted him that Illumi was up and leaving without him so he hurried on out after the black clad man.

The two got into a taxi (Illumi had scooted over so at least Hisoka had somewhere to sit). Illumi sighed.

"All this money and I've not a clue where to spend it." He said with mock sadness.

"Oh no you don't! Damn I knew it was a gamble getting that joint bank account!" Hisoka huffed.

Illumi had to stifle a laugh. Of all the time they had known each other Illumi had never quite been able to set Hisoka off as he had now. He could practically see the frustration leaking out of the pink haired man's pores. Years and years of masking emotions was the only thing saving Illumi from blowing his cover.

"My apartment will be so lonely without my beloved with me... although he was quite a bother oftentimes," Illumi admitted and paid no mind to the sharp shove that Hisoka gave him in the cramped backseat. "I'm just so grateful those kind people at the Arena let me take a look around his room one last time!"

Illumi cut off into another round of fake sobs. Which, Hisoka noted, were eerily convincing, having almost sent him into cardiac arrest the first time he saw Illumi do it.

The ride to Illumi's apartment was short and the driver didn't ask any questions besides their destination which was good considering Hisoka himself didn't quite know what the fuck was going on.