Hearts, Spades and Diamonds (A Hisoka X Illumi Fanfic ft. Chrollo)

Chapter 4

Hisoka's POV

After that really crazy interaction with that guy from the coffee shop or Illumi as he said, I walked away from the shop and went my way back to my apartment and to, I guess to prepare for the weird events that is bound to happen in that bar.

"Oh and wear something nice, I'm sure you can do better than that, Hisoka".

I remember Illumi saying those words to me before leaving the shop.

Did I really looked that ugly a few hours ago to the point where even a fashion student told me to
"do better than that".

3rd person POV

Hisoka thought about what Illumi said and he thought a bit all the way back to his apartment, but he didn't knew though that Illumi said that cuz' the fashion student KNOWS he can do better than that and Illumi made it sound like a challenge to which Hisoka took it as a threat and insult.

He continued to walk, hands on his hoodie's pockets still lost in thought not realizing that he had already reached his destination, which is the bus stop.

Hisoka, rode the bus and after he got off he walked back in the building and up the stairs to his apartment and checked the time, 4 pm he still had alot of time to prepare and a few hours to do random stuff.

Hisoka looked around his small apartment and see the guitar that wasn't as dusty as it was a few days ago, he walked to it and decided to finally pick it up after months of not touching it.

He went his table and pulled on one of the drawers so he could get the wire, he put the strap around his shoulders, plugged his amp and guitar and sat down on his bed, not really sure what to play with.

He strummed a chord and forgot he still had long nails so it came out in a very wonky sound.

"Do I really have to cut them? I had to wait a long time to grow them out like this". Hisoka said to himself while he pouted and decided to cut his nails already and even painted them black.

After a few minutes of waiting for his nails to dry he got back to his guitar and played a tune

(please play "Cherry" by Harry styles)

Hisoka, despite not being able to play for months still fucking has it, strumming the guitar so gently while he sings out the words to himself.

Don't you call him baby,
we're not talking lately,
don't you call him what you used to call me,

Hisoka sang so softly, while he plucked the strings of his Fender that he had since he was 16
(he's 22 now UwU) .

I, I confess
I can tell that you are at your best
I'm selfish so I'm hating it
I notice that
There's a piece of you in how I dress
Take it as a compliment

He got it for himself, from the money he earned when he sold his art and did commissions for people, because he wanted a guitar so bad but his foster "parents" never bought him one and said that it's just a waste of money and said he was a waste of space also.

Don't you call him "baby"
We're not talking lately
Don't you call him what you used to call me

Hisoka, decided to stop the song right there and said to himself and smiled.

"Yep still got it"

*a few hours later*