Assassins Don't Need Friends ||Hisoka X Illumi||

Five

Illumi's pov

  Hisoka sat next to me on the couch and watched the movie with me. It was one I watched before, and it was actually pretty interesting if you didn't mind it being in black and white.

  I went to get dressed once the commercials started. I threw on a pair of my usual pants and shirt, leaving my jacket off. I picked up my hairbrush and went to the bathroom. I felt bad for telling Hisoka that he couldn't brush my hair, so I decided to let him once I got back to him. I quickly brushed my teeth and washed my face. I went back to the living room and sat next to Hisoka again, and handed him the brush. He looked surprised, but took it happily and started to brush my hair. I put my back to him and closed my eyes.

  "Mmm," he sighed. "Your hair smells like bubble gum. I love it." He softly brushed a finger down my neck and I shivered slightly from the touch.

  I felt his strong hands gently pull at my hair as he brushed it, and I could feel every muscle in my body start to relax. He finished brushing and opened his arms. I blinked a couple of times, confused as to what he wanted.

  "Can I have a hug, Illumi?" He asked.

  I paused for a second, then cautiously nodded my head. I only remember being hugged by one person before, and they were killed in front of me when I was eight. I pushed the thought out of my head and allowed myself to fall into his embrace. His arms felt strong as he held onto me. I put my arms around him, not sure if I was doing it correctly. He chuckled, and slowly put his hands on my back. I froze up, not used to my back being touched so softly.

  "It's okay," Hisoka said, letting me go. "I won't do anything else, I promise.

  I breathed out slowly and nodded. "Thank you, Hisoka."

  I moved away from him and curled my feet up under me. The movie was still playing, and I watched it until it was over. It was quite unrealistic but still amusing. The murderer was terrible, and I thought of how my parents would have reacted if I made some of the mistakes he did.

  I then sat up and looked at the man next to me. "Hisoka?"

  He looked into my eyes and smiled. "Yes, my dear?"

  "I was thinking that maybe we could go shopping together. Or maybe go on a walk. Or fight to the death," I told him.

  He smiled at me and stood up. "Really? Sounds fun."

  I nodded my head. "Yeah, if you want to."

  Hisoka stood up and smiled wider. "Of course I want to! I know where to buy some of the best clothes ever! And there are some great home stores we can go to if you want to make your room feel more like home."

  I watched him get excited and blinked. I didn't think that he would get so excited, and he didn't even think about the other two options I gave him. Shame, it would have been nice to fight him again. Oh well.

  I also stood up and he grabbed my hands. I tried to pull back, but he pulled me towards him. I punched him, and he let go, laughing. "Sorry, sorry. You made me happy, and I forgot you don't enjoy contact that much."

  I sighed, but let him hold me. "You make me want to kill you sometimes, you know."

  Hisoka let go of me and I walked into my room to get my jacket. It was covered in needles, and I felt comfort as I felt them press into my skin. Hisoka came in after me and sat on my bed, crossing his legs and smiling at me.

  "We should go for a walk after shopping," he said, playing with his bungee gum. "There's a really nice park not too far from the mall."

  I sat next to him, looking at my feet. "That sounds good, though we could go to the park another day."

  "Good idea," he said, placing a big kiss on my cheek. I leaned away and hit his face. I managed to hit his stupid face paint, smudging it.

  "Hey! I spent five minutes making that perfect," he said, taking the small mirror off of my bedside table and checking his face.

  I glared at him. "Don't kiss me then, stupid."

  He was still fussing over his face, and I groaned loudly. "Can you help me fix it, seeing as you were the one to mess it up?" Hisoka asked, and I could tell he was trying not to laugh.

  I nodded and walked to the bathroom, opening the cupboard where he kept his face stuff. I grabbed the face paint as Hisoka walked into the bathroom and started to carefully wipe away the ruined makeup without messing up the rest. I started to dab on the foundation, trying to make it look even.

  "Haha Illu, that tickles," he laughed.

  "Why do you care to look like a clown so much?" I asked, moving onto the teardrop.

  "I'm not a clown, I'm a magician. And you're mean," he pouted.

  I nodded. "I know," I said and finished his face.

  I stood up and put the paints away, and Hisoka went back to the couch. He must live on that thing or something.

  I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose, focusing on my feelings again. Hisoka was my friend for a year now. No. Friend was the wrong word. Assassins don't need friends. Then why did I feel as if I couldn't live without him? I liked Hisoka, but I also liked Killua and the rest of my family. Yet I had different feelings towards all of these people. Was I... in love with Hisoka? No, that can't be right. I can't be in love with someone. But then why do I feel like this? I shoved my head into my hands and let out an exasperated sigh. Feelings were confusing.

  I joined Hisoka who shoved his phone and a pack of cards into the pockets of his pants. "To the mall we go!" He yelled.

  Rolling my eyes, I walked into my room to grab my phone and wallet. I picked them up and put them in my pocket. I pulled on my shoes and joined Hisoka by the door, ready to go shopping.