Maybe it was all just a fragment of his memory.
Maybe it wasn't real at all.
Just false hope.
Hisoka stared at Illumi, eyes wide with a smirk. A forced one, maybe. Illumi stared back at Hisoka's honey orbs, eyes half lidded.
"We're nothing more than a contract." He says bluntly, using his handkerchief to wipe his needles. Hisoka was aware- aware that he was the one who made and signed the contract. Of course all happy things end, and Hisoka usually didn't care, but why does this hurt?
Why does it feel like a stab that plunged through his throbbing and beating heart?
It wasn't supposed to end like this.
He was supposed to be dead, not dead inside!
"Illumi-" Hisoka tried to speak, but a needle cut through the tough layer of skin on Hisoka's cheek, Hisoka catching the needle between his fingers.
"It can't just end here." He says with frustration, throwing the stupid pin to the side and took a step closer to the assassin. Illumi looked as if he was bored.
"..no, it doesn't." He says, as Hisoka's eyes widened a bit more. Illumi's the one coming closer.. his arms wide open.. and Hisoka couldn't help but smile at the sight with a chuckle.
"Oh, Illu-"
Sshhhasssh.
That wasn't a pretty sight.
He looked down slowly, the other's nails sharp and pointy. Liquid dripped down his neck. His airway was barely there..
He gagged, trying to hold the gap between his skin together but it was far too late.
He just passed out.
No more from the magician.
..
Quiet.
Illumi stared unamused at the body on the ground, pushing the strand of hair on his face back. The atmosphere's silent. Only the sound of birfs chirping and trees shaking.
"..what a fool."
END.
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FanfictionHello! I'm antiquity, the writer! I'm sorry I abandoned my University story AU.. I had no motivation to finish it, I'm truly sorry for the wait you have been waiting. ⚠️ DISCLAIMER ⚠️ I do not own the art, I just combined them together and edited it...