Their story Hisoka x Illumi

Hisoka meets Illumi

Hisoka POV

   Hunger

The feeling of an empty stomach begins to cripple me and spread pain throughout my senses. It's been 5 days since my last meal, and, although I've gone longer without food I can't deny the overwhelming feeling of starvation. It's not like it's my first time having to deal with starvation, but, it's particularly bad today, probably from all of the running around I've been doing as of lately. Well, I guess that I'll have to commit some good ol' fashioned theft and or murder.

I haven't been to the pub lately, maybe I can spark up a bar fight and then blame anything that happens on self defence.

I grab my pack of cards and head out on my way.

I realize while I'm walking that my hunger has put a limp in my strut. Either way I do my best to put a pep in my step, because, where I am if I show any sign of weakness then, let's just say I don't my whole 'murderous reputation' to get any worse.

After 2 miles of walking down a dirt road freshly slick with a coat of mud I begin to hear the familiar,'click clack' of my heels hitting a sidewalk. 

"Looks like I'm here" I say quietly as I arrive at my local pub, proceeding to step in.

As I push on the creaky old door at the front of the run down building I see that a fight has already broken out.

In the middle of the fight I see a young boy with long jet black hair wearing a kimono with a light spray of blood coating it.

"He looks fun" I mumble to myself.

Surrounding the boy is at least 5 fully grown men. 2 of them seemed to have a good amount of muscle whereas the other 3 ranged from skin and bone to extra large beer belly.

"WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE LITTLE BOHYHHH" The fattest of the men yelled.

The way he said boy made me cringe. He sounds like an old red neck when he's trying to scare his son (and failing miserably).

I walk in, the sound of my heels following my every step.

"I know that in order to call this self defence I'll have to pretend to defend that kid." I whisper to myself.

Within seconds I feel an overwhelming dread wash over me and I can tell that everyone else does to.

"Is this that kids aura" I mumble under my breath.

I guess I'll use gyo and find ou-"HOLY SHIT" I exclaim cutting of my train of thought. This kids aura was almost as strong as my own and had already flooded the pub and a good chunk of the town.

This kid has some potential.

I walk up to him. "What's your name?"

"AY, I WAS TALKING TO HIM DON'T GO INTERRUPTING ME" The fat man yelled, there was a tinge of fear in his voice due to the boys aura surrounding him.

"Uh, no signs of intelligence in here. Of course" I mutter defeated while rolling my eyes towards him, "except you of course" I say to the kid.

"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME" The man screams. I could tell that the other men were getting more aggravated by the second.

"This will be quick, they're just kids , fucken pretentious brats." One of the burley men say muttering the last part.

With that blood lust begins welling up inside of me. 

I haven't killed in over a week, this should be good. My mind over flows with images of me tearing their bodies apart and laying their blood soaked carcasses on the floor like rugs. Robbing their lifeless bodies of money and peeling of their skin off piece by piece and hanging it on my wall. The thought of their gory, slow and painful deaths brings a satanic grin to my face. There's no point in trying to hide my excitement, it would be useless. My head begins to tilt against my will but at this point I don't care. My smile curls up my cheek and narrows my eyes as my irises begin to glow a bright shade of my usual yellow.