Tattoos

Chapter 8

Hisoka watches the worst dancing he may have ever seen, Gon's. Wincing as the boy jumps around their living room.

"Dance with me!" Gon smiles, his crappy dancing almost giving Hisoka anxiety. He had rhythm at least... Kind of... Ugh. Hisoka stands and shakes his head.

"You're insufferable," Hisoka says before joining Gon in horrible dancing. Although, at least Hisoka moved to the beat. Neither of them notice the three walk into their house, Hisoka and Gon were quick to find out over the past few days, neither Killua, Machi, or Illumi liked to knock. Hisoka and Gon dancing horribly together, putting on a horrible show for the three.

"What even is this song?" Hisoka snorts, the lyrics talking about apple juice.

"Who knows?" Gon responds. Hisoka needs to take this boy to a club and let him see for himself how much he sucks at dancing... Ah, whatever. At least they're having fun. They hadn't hung out in a while since Gon spent most of his time with Killua. Hisoka had been alone at home, even finding himself missing Gon and Killua hanging out together here. But Killua had been holding his end of the bet. "Wow you suck," Gon says. "Check out my moves." He makes a face and does the worst 'charlie brown' Hisoka had ever seen.

"Please," Hisoka counters with the twist.

Gon gasps. "The twist! Let me just show you my leg guitar!"

They laugh at each other, going through classic dance moves. At the end of the song Hisoka falls back onto the couch, hearing clapping behind him he lets his head fall back, looking at the upside down image of Killua, Illumi, and Machi.

"Oh, fancy seeing you here?" He raises an eyebrow. Why would they be here? Oh right!

"You forgot," Machi snorts as Hisoka jumps up.

"I didn't forget..." Hisoka shrugs. "I just... Had a lot on my mind," he offers them a charismatic smile.

"Go try it on," Illumi hands him the bag that held his new dance costume and he walks to his room where he puts it on. The light blue cotton pants are tight around his calves and baggy down to his knees. He's left shirtless, instead filled with accessories. Lots of golden bracelets, earrings, a thick gold necklace over his chest, golden chains hanging from everywhere they could. Around his waist a piece that many belly dancers wore, lots of gold pieces that jingled when he moved. Additional anklets also making little jingling noises. A fake nose ring that connected a chain to his earring and... Hisoka is impressed. With the right makeup, he'd be stunning... The gold accentuated him. Illumi really knew how to make Hisoka look like a god, there was no denying that.

Not that anyone else could see his tattoos, but gold cuffs were around his biceps, curling around the tattoos perfectly... Illumi designed this for Hisoka alone. With the desire to make him shine. There was no doubting it.

"Hisoka we're waiting!" Gon calls.

"I'm admiring myself!" Hisoka retorts, but he walks out anyway, jingling a little as he does.

"Woah," Gon's eyes widen. "This has to be your best dance costume ever. Like I've never seen you look this good in costume."

Even others could see Illumi's design was meant to make him the star of anything he did.

"It really is perfect... Good job bro." Killua mutters. Hisoka's eyes travel over to Illumi's judgemental eyes. What if Illumi didn't like it? Or more so, didn't like him in it.

"You look like an Egyptian God," Gon walks closer, tapping at the golden necklace. "Can you perform okay in this?"

"Most definitely," Hisoka nods, tearing his gaze away from Illumi. Everything was made for maximum comfort and mobility too, Hisoka could feel it. He could still feel Illumi's gaze on him and he was too nervous to meet it. Why did he feel like that? Hisoka knew he looked amazing so... He held his chin up and met Illumi's gaze.