Part 1
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Chapter 2

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The following morning, at the allotted time (6 AM.) you arrive at Goldwing Street.

Dressed in one of your best morning/daytime outfits, you stroll down the road, loose rocks crunching beneath your shoes. Buildings stand tall to your left and right, most in the process of being torn down. Chunks of concrete and glass litter the ground. The scene procures an irksome vibe, which in turn makes you all the more wary of your surroundings.

At the end of the street lies a field that stretches for miles. It is not entirely flat; there are soft hills and valleys that create nooks perfect for secret meetings, along with the occasional batch of trees. You stand still, hyper-aware of your surroundings as you look out over the greenery.

You sense that someone is watching you. The sensation began only seconds ago, but if you were being followed, you would have felt it from the beginning. Glancing around, you wonder where Illumi and Hisoka are; they must be the owners of the eyes you feel in your skull.

You start to walk into the field, focusing on the sensation of the nearby presence. It grows stronger with each step, so you continue.

Eventually, you happen upon the pair. Tucked within a minuscule valley, Hisoka sits in the dewy grass with Illumi standing beside him. Illumi's eyes must have been the ones that you felt; from his position, he could see the whole field if he took just one step up on the hill.

You glance at Hisoka. A wave of memories rams into your mind at the sight of him; the wave is an instantaneous occurrence, but it makes you feel odd.

"Oh, my... when Illumi said you grew into your figure, I didn't think he was being serious..."

"I never said that," Illumi says blandly, already tired of Hisoka's shit.

Hisoka chuckles. You recognize everything about him. The subtle smirk and thin, amber eyes; the perfect balance of confidence and coolness in his countenance; the tear drop and star face paint beneath his eyes.

"Hello, Hisoka," you greet the clown. "You're looking well."

His smirk only widens.

"So," you continue, glancing up at Illumi, "what's the plan?"

Illumi's eyes don't leave yours, and for a brief moment, he doesn't say anything.

You feel a delicate twist in your stomach. Illumi's expression is unreadable, so it is impossible to know what he is thinking as he stares at you during that second of silence. Could he be angry, for some reason? Is he simply examining your appearance? Sizing you up, as he has done so many times before?

"The plan is to recapture Killua and Gon from the Troupe's possession," Illumi begins. "I will take the face of Hisoka and find out where exactly they are. Hisoka already told me where the Troupe's camp is located, so we won't have any trouble finding it."

"So me and Hisoka just have to wait around while you search the place and find a way to get them out?" you ask.

"Yes, until I come get you—" Illumi nods at you. "You'll be the one to physically break out Killua and Gon, since you don't have attachments to them that can be used against you. When I bring you in, I will guide you to Killua and Gon and make sure nobody is suspicious. If need be, I will kill Feitan. Hisoka claims Feitan is the one guarding them."

"That is true," Hisoka chimes, fiddling with a playing card.

"Right..." You trail off, looking at the ground. Long bits of wet grass swirl in the wind, tickling your ankles.

Illumi stares at you in silence, eyes wide. His eyebrows are so dramatically arched, but they suit his thin, pale face well. A strand of shiny black hair hangs over the front of his face. It is surprising to know that Illumi actually cares about Killua (even if it is in a sick and disturbing way) since the man never shows emotion. That is also why it is so hard for you to suppress your feelings for him.

Ever since you met Illumi, something about him drew you in, and not just his attractive, tall figure and beautifully sculpted face—but also his powerful personality. You suppose that is also what you find attractive about Hisoka. The amber eyed man's desire to be the strongest and fight anyone who might be on his level entices you.

"Is something on your mind, doll face?"

You dart a look at Hisoka. His lips are still pulled back in that delicious smirk of his, one thin eyebrow twinged up higher than the other.

"No. Just thinking the plan over," you say, sneering at Hisoka as if that smirk doesn't just make you want to lay on your back and take all of him inside of you. You glance back at Illumi. "Are we starting immediately?"

"No," Illumi says, looking to his right, at the worn down buildings on Goldwing Street.

Hisoka stands, spine straight. "The later in the day we go, the better. They're often busy doing... business at night, which will make everything easier..."

You guffaw. The sun is still just rising, milky orange light drowning out the remaining shadows of night. "Why'd we meet at 6 in the damn morning then?" you snap.

Illumi and Hisoka share a glance. Illumi shrugs.

Suddenly, you start to laugh. The boys look at you, each with their respective 'neutral' expressions.

"Jeez, you guys are so dumb."

Hisoka raises a finger and wags it in front of his face. "Careful throwing those insults around, (Y/N). Any more of those sassy words and I'll be forced to punish you," he teases flirtatiously. The words make your laughter cease, a light blush tinting your cheeks.

Illumi looks at Hisoka, and you feel a sudden burst of Illumi's bloodlust. It vanishes as quickly as it had come, but both you and Hisoka noticed it.

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The Phantom Troupe has set up camp on a street similar to Goldwing, but these buildings aren't being torn down and rebuilt. They have been abandoned by the public body.

You, Hisoka, and Illumi are standing on the roof of one building a half mile away from the Troupe's hide out. You feel out of place; everything is dark and gloomy, having been taken over by one of the world's strongest gangs. The only sense of safety you are able to gather is from your own honed nen abilities and Illumi's presence.

Illumi starts sticking needles in his face. With each one, he looks more and more like Hisoka. He has already changed into an outfit identical to Hisoka's.

The real Hisoka is sitting on the edge of the building's roof, looking at you like you're his prey.

You think back to the time when the two of you first met.

You were walking to your hotel room after a long day of training with Illumi. (It was tough sometimes for him to free up his schedule for you, but he managed.) The sky loomed dark and ominous overhead, and you felt exhausted. At this time, you had learned nen, but it was not any good.

After crossing a corner, you bumped into a white-and-red clad shoulder. Startled, you took a step back—but did not apologize. You never learned how to be polite.

The figure you ran into chuckled, deeply and enticingly. After looking at their face—which you had to crane your neck upwards to see—you could tell it was a man. With angular features, thin, almost yellow eyes, an amused sneer, and spiked-back red hair, Hisoka Amorou stood tall before you.

But you did not know his name yet.

"Didn't Illumi ever teach you to be polite? Hahah. After you bump into someone, you're supposed to apologize."

You blinked, moreso startled by the fact that he knew you were in kahoots with Illumi Zoldyck than the bump itself. Choosing to keep silent, you tried your best to maintain a neutral expression.

Hisoka's lips pulled even further back, and his chin tilted upwards. The street lights cast horrifying shadows on his features. "You're not going to give me a snappy retort, miss (Y/N)?" he asked with a twinge of disappointment in his voice.

You took a step back and rose your hands in a half battle stance, frowning to conceal your nervous fright. "Who are you?"

Hisoka only giggled, his lips sealed against the sound.

Then he started to walk away cooly. Each step Hisoka took appeared easy and confident, as if he didn't need to be wary of anything because he was the king.

Shit. Who the hell is this?

"Wait!" you called.

Hisoka stopped.

You stepped out of your stance. "Tell me your name, and I'll... apologize."

Hisoka turned his head to the side, shooting you a piercing glare without even making full eye contact. You felt the glare in your stomach.

"No," he drawled, "your eyes already apologized~..."

When he started to walk away again, you let him.

It was Illumi who later told you that the magician was Hisoka, and that meeting him on the street was no accident. Hisoka wanted to size you up.

Your mind returns to the present.

"I'm going in," Illumi declares. He now stands as an uncanny replica of Hisoka, but every few seconds, a bit of his face will twitch. "I won't be long."

Illumi doesn't wait for a reply. He jumps across the side of the building to the roof of the one next to it, then down onto the ground.

There's a moment of silence.

Hisoka stands up.

"Well, I believe we should find some way to occupy our time," he says, voice thick with his own sort of curiosity.

"Illumi said he won't take long," you say. "I want to be ready."

Hisoka hums a bit. He starts to walk towards you, slowly and nonchalantly. "Let's just chat then," he offers, but his voice is still laced with lustful intrigue. Luckily, his bloodlust is calm, so he probably won't try to fight you right now. "I promise I won't bite..."

You look at Hisoka, eyes narrowed, although your stomach is clenched into oblivion. "What do you want to chat about?" you ask, trying to keep your voice flat.

Hisoka smiles mischievously, his head cocking ever-so-slightly to the left.

"Let's talk about... your feelings for Illumi."