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Hisoka had busied himself by tidying up Illumi's room which he deemed to be 'too chaotic for his liking', especially with all the blankets that he had a tendency to leave out whenever he wanted to cocoon himself. Sometimes Illumi would get up and move something from where Hisoka put it, not liking the placement, and the two would argue until they found a spot they both agreed on. Sometimes Hisoka fiddled with Illumi's needles or gently ran one of his blade-sharp cards on Illumi's skin because he felt like it. Other than that, the both of them had really done nothing as Illumi didn't want to be disturbed while he thought. He thought that Hisoka would just leave him alone for the rest of the time he was here until morning, thought. Illumi nearly physically flinched away and off the bed when he felt Hisoka grab his hand and feel his nails. The pink-redhead had a habit of doing random stuff like that since he always liked to play with Illumi's look.

"What do you need, Hisoka." Illumi said, looking over at him.

"Can I paint your nails?" He asked, tilting his head up to Illumi while grasping one of his fingers.

"Fine, but afterwards you need to leave, or at least rest a bit before leaving." He replied with a distant tone, turning his head up to think.

Hisoka got up from the bed and looked around a bit before turning to him and asking, "Do you have any nail polish?"

Illumi looked at him and then down at the very small pouch that Hisoka had once given him which had nail polish, a brush, and some rubber bands in it. "In there." He said while pointing.

He was doing the right thing by trying to bring Kil back home, he just didn't realize it yet. Mother and father were never wrong, father had told them that Kil would come back to be an assassin like he was supposed to be. Mother said that the sooner they got him back, the better it would be for them all which included his newfound 'friends'. They spoke truth, they always spoke truth, they were never wrong. Unless they were like how Hisoka had told them to be, manipulating him, but they weren't, they couldn't be. How could they possibly do that, they simply guided them on the correct plan of action and path. His parents would never do that to him, to any of them, right? Surely, surely for all they are, for all they do, they would never do anything like that to their own children. He had only put that needle in Kil to protect him, only put that needle in because father said it was for the best. Father would never lie to him, right? All those times when they said that he wasn't trying hard enough, that he was being too sloppy, they weren't lying to him or manipulating him into thinking he wasn't good enough, he just needed to try harder, right? He spent the next few minutes thinking about this all, and it seemed as if hours had gone by in the back of his mind.

"Illu?" Hisoka's voice cut through his thoughts and somewhat startled him. "Are you okay?"

"Of course, I am." He said, looking over at the magician who held one finger and was painting it a blackish purple. "Why do you ask?"

"Your fingers were curling." The pink-redhead informed him with a slight frown. "Are you sure you're fine?"

"I'm quite alright, simply thinking." The ravenet assured him as he stared at the floor.

"Do you like your nails?" Hisoka asked, tone holding a bit of nervousness and excitement.

He looked at his nails and studied them a bit more carefully. The base was a blackish purple with every other nail having hues of gold and other nails had silver rimming the edges. On each nail was a different, delicate design. A spider, a needle, a swirl, an eye, a rose, a tear, and other things. They were very beautiful; he hadn't known the magician to be this intricate in his designs and do such work in such little time. When Hisoka had started, he had checked the time to be 6:30 exactly, and now it was 6:47.

"I lo-... yes, I do." Illumi quickly fixed his mistake and looked away, resisting the urge to duck his head.

He heard Hisoka chuckling behind him and whipped his head around to see the magician covering his mouth with one of his hands.

"What's so funny?" He demanded.

"Oh, nothing, darling. You should smile more is all." He replied while smiling at him, and for a moment Illumi found himself confused at when he had begun smiling and the want to see Hisoka's golden eyes again.

Hisoka continued to cheer Illumi up while he put the pouch away and told him recounts of adventures which he had never heard about, but one question lingered in the back of his mind despite how amazing that evening turned out. Something that he needed to ask once Hisoka went back to his own home.

His parents would never lie and manipulate him, right?