Authors Note: Hey everyone! Even if you don't know the show/characters, I'd appreciate if you still gave the story a chance and read it as a romance/soulmate novel. Fanfiction isn't generally my forte, but I wrote this early 2019 and shared it on Ao3. I decided to share it here as well since I have not been giving much new content. 

I hope you all enjoy and thank you so much for reading xoxo.

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Everyone developed tattoos. They changed and moulded throughout your life, matching your soulmate's personality. The tattoos ranged throughout your bodyUniversity that only you and your soulmate could see. There were way too many interpreters trying to help find your soulmate. What bullshit.

Hisoka looks at his tattoos, they didn't change much. The black tattoos circle his biceps, patterns of only a few different things. Whoever his soulmate was, they sure liked needles. Of course, like anyone else, Hisoka tried to decipher the tattoos. Not with some interpreter, since they can't even see it. Hisoka wanted to figure out the tattoos himself.

Only you and your soulmate can see your tattoos. Hisoka longed for that day. Unfortunately, it wasn't that easy either. Tattoos weren't always in visible places like Hisoka's. For all he knows, his soulmates tattoos could be around their leg or on their back or somewhere he'll never see.

Hisoka mutters under his breath and stands up. He desperately wanted to meet his soulmate. To spoil them. To make them feel on top of the world. A knock on his bedroom door has him break from his thoughts and he answers.

Gon is standing there, eyebrows raised. "Thought you were walking me to school," Gon gives him a side-eyed look.

"Right," Hisoka rolls his eyes at the teenage boy. He walks Gon out. Hisoka and Gon enjoyed their daily walks, taking Gon to his annoying little high school only a little ways away from the university Hisoka attended.

Hisoka and Gon met on... Interesting terms. But became friends pretty quickly, despite the age difference. Gon was like a little brother to Hisoka now, no matter whether the kid liked it or not. Besides, not that Gon couldn't stand up for himself, but no one dared mess with Gon while they knew how close he was with Hisoka. Gon gave Hisoka some purpose, as silly as that sounds.

"Okay kid," Hisoka nods. "Got some super rich kids coming in, from some fashion school. Sound stupid or what?"

"I mean, if they help you with your fashion sense, I think they're pretty smart." Gon retorts.

"Why don't you look in a mirror," Hisoka responds dryly. "Anyway, I agreed to show them around town. You up to going tonight?"

"Sure," Gon hums in response and the bell to his school rings. "Catch ya later," he runs off.

Hisoka dejectedly walks back to their place. He didn't exactly want to take these people around tonight. He'd rather spend the Friday night at the club. He only agreed because of how well they were paying. It astonished him that these people were willing to pay so much for some random university student to show them around town.

A university student studying performance... He guesses fashion designers can go with a student in the performing arts.

Maybe they'd make him something to show their gratitude... Hisoka snickers at the idea as he enters his and Gon's apartment. Deciding he should look decent for the fashion kids. Hisoka applies his normal makeup, eyeliner that could cut and his traditional teardrop and star, one on each cheek. He pulls a beanie over his hair he didn't feel like styling up for the day. He glances over himself in the mirror. Hisoka looked... Hipster. He felt it was a bit of a performance kids attire. He had black ripped jeans with an oversized hoodie, a plain button up shirt poking out underneath. Hisoka could clean up nice...

He gives himself a devilish smile in the mirror and checks the time. Still, so much time to kill... Ugh.

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Gon comes back home only to change, seeming to also want to get a good impression on the rich kids. Not that the kid has much of a fashion sense. Dark green sweats and a too big white t-shirt wasn't gonna cut it, not that Hisoka was going to be the one to tell him otherwise.

"We're meeting them at their hotel," Hisoka tells Gon, slipping his wallet into his pocket.

The two only need to walk to the hotel... Only the most expensive hotel in the city. They exchange glances as they walk in, heading to the room number Hisoka was texted. He had been in contact with a man named Illumi, the guy was his age and hardly specified anything over text. Just super boring and basic stuff.

A boy Gon's age opens the hotel door, messy white hair and disinterested blue eyes taking in the situation of Hisoka before him. His eyes then trail to Gon where his face becomes an array of emotion Hisoka wasn't exactly expecting. Hisoka glances back at Gon who's expression is blank in response.

The boy pulls them into the room before slipping off his pants, left in his boxers.

"Can you see them?" He questions Gon, hardly paying attention to Hisoka.

Gon's facial expression changes almost instantly, eyes trailing all over what looked like a completely blank thigh to Hisoka.

Two others walk into the room, they look Hisoka's age, a male, and a female. Both also looking at the interaction between Gon and the white-haired boy. It's then that it clicks for Hisoka.

"Tattoos?" He inquires, trying not to let jealousy seep into his voice. How the hell does Gon find his soulmate first? Hisoka knows for a fact Gon hardly thought about having a soulmate, Hisoka thought about having one every day. How the hell is that fair?

Both boys are trailing areas invisible to everyone else so Hisoka decides to ignore them. So what... not like the white-haired boy seemed any special. Hisoka secretly scans the skin of the other two, desperate for tattoos.

Both were quite lookers. The male, Hisoka assuming Illumi, was dressed for warmth. Beautiful, long, black hair contrasting pale skin. The brand name clothing he wore mirrored that of the brand name clothing on the girl whose hair was pulled up in a big pink ponytail. Rich people. Hisoka keeps himself from scoffing.

"Killua is that boy really-" the man Hisoka assumes is Illumi starts.

"Definitely," 'Killua' doesn't let Illumi finish, his eyes on Gon's collarbone area. Hisoka tenses a little, the boy really had the nerve...

"Then... I guess I owe you one," Illumi looks over at Hisoka, seeming disinterested in the fact he 'owes' Hisoka. "Thanks for bringing my brother's soulmate."

Hisoka waves it off. "Tell your brother to get his pants back on so we can tour the place."

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Hisoka's jealousy is well hidden, but present throughout the entire night. The boys were completely inseparable. Constantly needing to be with the other and never want to lose sight of the other. Hisoka longs for that sort of feeling... The need to be with someone. Throughout dinner, the campus tour, the walk through town, every moment had Hisoka getting more riled.

By the time they make it to Hisoka's apartment, he doesn't want to let the boys in. Machi and Illumi seemed completely unbothered by the two while they stay at each other's sides. Hisoka walks into the apartment and watches as Gon pulls Killua away to his room. How annoying...

"Small place," Illumi looks around. "Quaint."

"Glad you like it?" Hisoka responds more in question. Illumi does not make much sense. No sense of humour, or anything other than logic and fact. Machi at least gave some good comebacks that fed Hisoka's annoyance of the night. "You two want anything? Food? Drink? I've got some alcohol..."

Illumi waves away the offer, looking over the shelves that brandished awards Hisoka had won in his performances. Hisoka performed dances and circus acts, acts which were quite well known.

"I'll take a beer," Machi says quickly, making herself at home by plopping onto the couch. Hisoka grabs both himself and her one. He felt the need to drink away his sorrows tonight... Deep down, he was happy for Gon, really. But mostly just bitter that the two met and clicked just like that. Yet here Hisoka was. Alone.

He takes big swigs of his beer, wanting the night to end. Small talk is initiated between the three, Machi explaining she's only family friends to Illumi. Illumi telling Hisoka about the exchange. It was a friendly chat, making Hisoka almost forget Gon and Killua alone in Gon's room.

Hisoka excuses himself to check on them. He was not about to have them... He groans and shakes his head, opening Gon's bedroom door as he never bothered to knock. The two are on Gon's bed, Killua's head rested on Gon's stomach. Innocently talking with one another.

"You boys need anything?" Hisoka asks, leaning against the doorframe.

"Nah," Gon glances at Hisoka. "But you should definitely stop sulking."

Of course, Gon picked up on Hisoka's mood. He tsks and walks away from the two, back to where Machi and Illumi are talking about some fabric. Hisoka deciding he feels quite out of place in his own house.

"You like cards?" Illumi questions Hisoka when he sits. Hisoka looks over the man, such a strange question.

"Yeah," Hisoka nods slowly, noticing Illumi's gaze hold onto his longer than it needs to. Hisoka breaks it by looking at Machi and asking about what they plan on getting out of being at the performing school.

"We want to be able to work with real performers, making costumes," Machi responds. "You were quite highly recommended." Her gaze distastefully looks over him despite her compliment.

"I do have a show in a few days," Hisoka closes his eyes, leaning against the back of the couch. "Don't really have an outfit for that."

"We've got you covered," Illumi answers quickly. Seeming to be excited, or at least, that's what Hisoka could tell.

"A few days? To make a costume? Must really be a reason you guys were sent for the exchange... What about your little brother though?" Hisoka asked.

"Killua just wanted to come," Illumi shrugs. "He can attend Gon's school. It will work very well over our exchange."

Hisoka can only imagine it. "Oh so well..."