Readers' Note: SORRY GUYS, NO LEMONS IN THIS CHAPTER AND I KNOW THE CONCLUSION LAST POSTED WASN'T THE 'CLIMAX' YOU MAY HAVE EXPECTED AND HOPED FOR! APOLOGIES! WHAT CAN I SAY, ONCE A TEASE, ALWAYS A TEASE?! ...... SO, DON'T WORRY, YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE - YOU'LL GET YOUR WELL-DESERVED BIG ,FAT JUICY LEMON ;-)😘😘😘 HEY, THAT'S THE BEAUTY OF HAVING LOTS OF WRITING SAVED UP, YES?! AND I'M BLESSED TO SHARE MY DEPRAVED THOUGHTS WITH YOU!! ***YHANK YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY DARK, DIRTY HEART, FOR READING! Look forward to tonight! 😉😉😉
(SORRY FOR LACK OF CHAPTER ART - NO TIME TO DRAW AND HAVEN'T FOUND WHAT I'm LOOKING FOR! ) SUGGESTIONS WELCOME!!! - HAD A GREAT SUGGESTION FOR MUSIC ON THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER - KATY PERRY'S 'E.T.* 😁 THANKS J.V.!!!
Chrollo stood at the curb next to his old friend, waiting for the hired car Illumi had insisted on calling for, as opposed to a taxicab. Chrollo had protested, lost the argument, then offered to pay despite being short on cash, and lost that argument as well. He didn't want Illumi to think he would so readily mooch off of him at every opportunity.
Now, he stood at the curb of the busy street, wondering what kind of sedan it would be, eagerly looking forward to a treat like this. But even more a treat, was the warm, silky-soft hand that he held. He glanced over at Illumi, slightly annoyed that Illumi stood six feet tall, two inches taller than he. Was he always taller? Chrollo couldn't remember. He didn't care. All that mattered was that he had his friend back. For how long he didn't know. So, he would cherish every second.
Illumi's ever-perfect locks were slightly mussy, equal portions hanging in front of each shoulder instead of down his back. Both of their clothes were rumpled and "dirtied" and Chrollo knew his own hair must be a mop as well. His headband had since been shed but he'd tried his best to arrange his bangs so that his tattoo was mostly covered.
Their car approached and Illumi stepped forward.
The driver parked illegally, and exited. He came around to open their door with a VERY low bow, saying "Anata no bijinesusa o arigato."
"Hai, arigatou, Taketa-san." Illumi answered and happily pulled Chrollo into the back of the limousine. It was clear the driver worked for the Zoldycks and spoke very formal Japanese and nothing else.
Chrollo was not impressed. Not much impressed him, but he was intrigued, remembering Illumi's skill at speaking and understanding just about every word the Japanese language consisted of. He recalled one day shopping with Illumi. The old woman behind the counter commended Illumi on his ability to read a VERY old kanji used on a sign. He proceeded to discuss with her the evolution of the corresponding modern kanji. They were soon chatting like old friends.
Everything about Illumi intrigued Chrollo.
They crawled into their waiting sedan. Chrollo was just about to settle into the soft leather seat across from Illumi, when he was instead, pulled onto the floor in front of the seat, kneeling.
"Give me your clothes."
Chrollo hadn't heard right. "Huh?"
---Wow, I guess Illumi is more forward than I thought!---
"Give me your clothes, I said. Taketa-san is a clean freak. If he only knew what might've touched his seats, he'd make me pay double."
Chrollo realized Illumi was not demanding sex, but merely offering him clean clothes. A tiny part of him was disappointed. Held out to him was an obviously high-quality samue in a lovely grey sashiko pattern.
"I thought you'd look best in grey." Illumi announced.
"Wow, thanks." All this from a quick phone call to a car service?
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~ Those Eyes ~
FanfictionChrollo and Illumi have history. Way back when. Although just when Chrollo thought his life might be calming down a bit, his past comes back to haunt him in the form of the deepest unrequited love. Maybe his first love, his only love, is not so out...
