Touch of Destiny

Between Reason and the Feeling

I wake up with a great mood. Yesterday I'd put someone in his place, in a quite elegant style, I should say.

Flashback

- "Good night, folks!" – I said to the boys.

- "You too, Natasha-san!"

Once inside my room, I fumbled in my pocket. She thanked that the kids didn't saw what was a playing card dug in the wooden surface. The letter that the magician had scripted kind of glowing on it.

"My room is 404, come today or something will happen for your two precious boys. And trust me, will be not pleasant."

I throw it on the trash, my fists clenching and unclenching in anger. - 'Damn, Gon and Killua are not strong enough to win Hisoka, I've to do something and fast.'

After a half of hour I came up with a plan. Gathering courage in my guts to deal with the man that is, in a sense, more skillful than me, I go to deal with him. I reach the room, the numbers 404 taunting me to finish it. Getting a deep breath, I knock the door twice. - 'It's now or never.'

The door opens, revealing the magic for my eyes. I hold my breath, my cheeks instantly flushing at the sight. He's only wearing a towel around his waist; the rest of his body was fully exposed to my eyes. Even with the interference of the towel I've a beautiful vision of his pale skin and his stiff muscles, his body is beautifully sculpted. To make matters worse, water droplets are still running on his skin.

- 'Kami-sama, if I was that drop... Damm, Natasha, don't think about it, he's your enemy!'

I looked at his face, that didn't' have that ridiculous clown make-up. His red hair is wet and the bangs hung down on his face, casting shadows on his eyes. Speaking of it, his eyes were now a bright blue and a little wider. The make-up hid very well his natural features.

But I wonder why he hides it. Shy of his nature, perhaps? Nah, impossible. Maybe is about worst things he hide his true colors...

Then his voice gets me out of my reveries. - "Well, well, you came... finally".

- "Have I come in a bad time?" – Thankfully my voice is in a normal tone.

- "Whenever you comes, Ichigo-chan, is never a bad time!" – Unconsciously my eyes drifted to his lips, that are a pale pink, plump and delicious... I clench my teeth and raise my eyes to focus on his, my cheeks getting red because of the thoughts passing in my head.

The sight of his in his hidden natural beauty soon confirms my suspicions. He's the auburn from five years ago. – 'I need to get focus. Stick to the pan!'

- "Cut the crap, Hisoka. State now what you have to say." – I really tried to focus only on his face, but damn... My hormones are betraying me.

- "Come in, please!" – He opens the way for me enter in his room. Entering in the wolf's lair, so to speak. I stop in the middle of the room, my eyes looking around, after I turn to him and say, in a detached tone - "What's the matter?"

- "You can recognize me, Ichigo-chan?"

- "No." - Of course I'm lying. I would make him suffer on his little game - "And also stop to call me Ichigo-chan."

- "No." - He steps forward towards me. My eyebrow raise and then I step back.

- "Stop to follow me in the corridors like a stalker and also live Gon and Killua alone!"