A clown and prince || hisoillu prince au

4~

The next day I jumped out of bed and put on my normal work clothes. A simple grey shirt and some brown pants. I then did my hair the same as yesterday. I stood there in the mirror staring at myself for a moment.

Is this good enough for him?

Deciding the prince may like it if I put more effort into my outfit I get an old box out from under my bed. It had a velvety red fabric on the interior with a pair of golden heart earrings laying over the cloth. I held them up and slowly slid them on, one by one. There, perfect.

I got out and waited in front of the door.

Ok, just go out. You won't get in trouble if you say master illumi requested you.

I should stop calling him master. He might get mad.

I tried to put on a confident face and opened my door. Just act like you do this every day and nobody will question you. Just be confident...like you used to be.

I strode across the hall for the door to the garden until I realised I have never really been there.

Going back to my usual posture I quickly checked around me to make sure nobody was around and zipped to the glass door at the end of the hall. This door is where the garden in which I wanted to see my whole life was held, but as I extended my arm to grab the handle, I looked out the entrance to the garth, I noticed something that I never thought would be.

As most may know, a garden is supposed to have beautiful, vibrant plants, but the air outside was dreary and the plants were faded and deceased.

This is supposed to look different isn't it? the books I've read, and the conversations i've heard always made it sound more... lively.

3rd person pov

"Hello." Illumi Zoldyck quietly said. "Why is your makeup gone?" he frowned, putting a fist under his chin.

"Well I'm not performing as a jester right now. That was a one time thing anyway."

"Doesn't have to be." The noirette suggested, lowering his hand. "Anyway I already told you I don't like the jester we currently have, do I not?"

"B-but master Silva said-"

"By now I thought you'd know that I dont give a shit about what he says." 

The elegant prince shoved the servant against the wall and whispered in his ear. "I'm your master too. Now, would you really rather listen to him?" The younger man tugged at the red head's left earring, inspecting it.

"Hmm where'd you get these?" Illumi smirked, backing up.

"M-my mother. before she left" Hisoka answered, flustered from what just happened.

Why was he feeling this way? Illumi was surely just asserting his dominance so he didn't get too comfortable right? Then again, that's all the royal had been telling him to do.

"She gave me these earrings telling me to sell them if i'm ever in dire need." Hisoka continued. "T-they're real gold but they come far back from my family, they're an old heirloom. That's why we didn't sell them earlier."

"So..." Illumi twirled a strand of his smooth black hair. "I said we would go in the garden did I not?"

And without a word, the two contrasting men walked outside into the garden.

"Illumi, if you don't mind, may I ask a question?" Hisoka nervously fidgeted with a loose string on his old, worn down pants.

"Of course, you don't need to ask, you know." Illumi replied.

"Ok, well, it's just that all my life I thought that a garden is supposed to look more welcoming but it looks so grey out here. Like a graveyard or something."

"Those people who say that are liars." The younger of the two huffed. "This garden has been my safe spot for the longest time. It's calming here either way."

"How often do you come out here?" Hisoka inquired.

"At least twice a day. It's the closest I can ever actually get to leaving this hell you call a castle. Peasants like you might think my life is a dream but don't worry, there's much more that goes on that isn't seen on the surface." Illumi brushed his hand over his chest as if he was brushing over some sort of scar.

"There's no need to worry about that at the moment though." Illumi changed the subject. "What would you like to do Hisoka?"

"Well, you have beautiful hair...have you ever had it braided?"