Hisoillu Oneshots

Pain

Hisoka

Shrapnel covers majority of Illumi's body.

The explosion had sent us both a fair distance away, being that close only meant we would take significant damage if it exploded.

It just so happens that we were unlucky, and it did exactly that. Our plan had failed, due to one minor detail.

We hadn't calculated or prepared for the chance that we may not have been able to deactivate it. Leaving us with one fatal mistake.

I had barely avoided being hit directly, metal had left multiple scraps and wounds all over my body.

By the time I got to my partner, I couldn't believe my eyes.

The assassin was seriously wounded. My heart stopped for a moment, instantly thinking of the worst.

"Hisoka?" a raspy voice calls out, I look to my love and force a smile.

"Yes?"

He tries to move his head, but groans in pain at the injury on his neck. "Is it..," I watch his stumble for a moment, probably not wanting to know the answer, "is it.. bad?"

I look him up and down, my eyes landing comfortably on his. "It seems," my eyes sting the tiniest amount, not daring a tear to fall.

"Ah," the Zoldyck exhales lightly, "I figured as much." He squeezes his eyes shut then opens them again, "Hurts like hell."

I nod in sympathy.

"Hisoka," he speaks again, the vigor in his voice disappearing.

"Yes, my love?"

Illumi moves his hand barely, but just enough for me to notice. His palm is face up, meaning he wants me to place mine into it.

I force away my personal sadness, telling myself to be happy so he can remember. I place my hand gently into his and look back to him.

"You've done well," I say, "as always."

I see Illumi's features tense up in pain. "Love, I'm getting tired."

I close my own eyes for a moment, screaming for my tears not to fall.

It is all in vain when Illu's begin to slide continuously down the side of his face.

"You can rest now," I rub my thumb under his eye and bite my jaw.

Be strong, you always are.

"We'll meet again," Illumi mumbles, his breaths dying out.

I nod.

In his final moment he speaks, "We have to." Then his eyes slowly close, and his chest falls. Illumi is no more. At least not of my life.

He is no longer burdened by his trauma, he is at peace.

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Perhaps we'll meet again.. someday

no..

we will.

We have to.

A/N
I'm literally so sad, so I wrote this.