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.

"Perfect," Illumi nods.

"You better be at your performance tomorrow," Machi jabs a finger at Hisoka's chest. "Or I'll come castrate you." For some reason, Hisoka felt the threat was quite real. He nods and then Machi pats his chest. "Good boy."

Hisoka snorts at the praise but doesn't say anything else.

"Can Killua pleaseeee stay?" Gon suddenly says when they turn to leave.

Hisoka glances between the two. Gon and Hisoka were hanging out but... "Yeah fine."

The two instantly disappear into Gon's room and Hisoka sighs, shaking his head.

"Come back to the hotel room, make Illumi and I dinner," Machi suggests.

"Alright, I'll be a sec," Hisoka changes and walks back to their room.

Hisoka has no idea why he agreed. Like seriously... Making food for others at the place they are staying? Why would he do that? Then again, aside from the fact Illumi was his... questionable soulmate, he did enjoy their company.

However, on the way out of the apartment, they run into Kurapika and Leorio. Hisoka neither liked Leorio or disliked him. Leorio occasionally irked him, but he had no real problems with him. But he didn't exactly like Leorio, their friendship was complicated.

"We were coming to stop by..." Kurapika starts. "But if you're going somewhere?"

"I mean," Hisoka glances at the two. "They're good friends of mine, Kurapika... and Leorio. Can they come with?"

Machi looks them over. "Sure."

They walk together, mostly in silence. Leorio and Kurapika talking quietly between themselves, holding hands. Hisoka glances at Illumi and Machi ahead, wishing he could hold Illumi's hand. Then again, why couldn't he? Friends hold hands too sometimes... Ugh.

At the hotel room, Hisoka raids their kitchen and finds enough stuff to create a meal. He's left alone in the kitchen though, the others gathering in the living room. Hisoka both is upset by it and doesn't particularly mind. It's upsetting his friends don't want to keep him company but the silence is nice.

He begins making them a soup, allowing his mind to wander as he cuts vegetables.

"Do you need any help?" Illumi's voice comes from behind him.

"You can help me cut these veggies," Hisoka nods at them, handing Illumi the knife. Hisoka moves on to do something else but when he glances back at Illumi he can't help but laugh a little. The man cannot cut vegetables. He's clearly struggling. Hisoka moves over.

"I'm sorry... I do not have much cooking knowledge," Illumi frowns.

"Clearly, here," Hisoka places his hands over Illumi's and guides him cutting a few things. "That's how you..." he looks at Illumi who's staring back up at him. "Did you even watch?"

Hisoka searching Illumi's dark eyes as the man nods back at him, moving his gaze back to the vegetables. He begins to cut them again, still struggling. "You could... Show me one more time?"

By the time all the vegetables are cut, Illumi had maybe done one all on his own, the rest Hisoka had helped him. Hisoka didn't exactly mind, it's the thought that counts. Illumi just... Really... can't cook. For some reason, that didn't surprise Hisoka. The man, and his family, were filthy rich, why would they ever need to cook? Illumi could better spend his time.

Wow, what Hisoka would have given to have spent all his time dancing... Sure, his limited free time was spent dancing... But he was almost always cleaning, looking after the kids in the cirque, cooking; anything but dancing. When he turned eighteen and left the cirque, he worked his ass off. Got his scholarship sure, but he worked all the jobs he possibly could until he started earning money through dance.

Only now, did Hisoka start having more time...

"Hisoka?" Illumi snaps him out of his thoughts.

"Hmm?" Hisoka raises an eyebrow, looking over. The man seemed slightly distressed.

"You cut yourself," Illumi is holding both the bloody knife and Hisoka's injured hand, keeping them away from each other.

"Oh..." Hisoka brushes it off and places his hand under the sink, letting water wash away the blood. He takes the knife from Illumi and puts it in the sink, washing his blood off it first.

"Do you have like HIV or something?" Illumi asks slowly. Hisoka gives him a look, turning off the tap. "I'm being cautious."

"Right," Hisoka rolls his eyes, leaning on the counter. "No, I do not have HIV or any other diseases." He says, looking at the man through half-lidded eyes before glancing at the cut. He really wasn't paying attention, how stupid of him. Illumi grabs his hand and inspects the cut. "Are you this rough in bed?" Hisoka teases.

"Wouldn't you like to know," Illumi snorts. "Stay," he walks out and returns with rubbing alcohol.

Okay look, we're all tough until someone pulls out the rubbing alcohol.

"No, you're not," Hisoka leans back, holding his injured hand away from Illumi.

"Don't be a baby," Illumi walks over, reaching for his hand.

The two bicker for a while, Illumi all up on Hisoka, trying to grab high enough on his raised arm to pull it down to disinfect.

"Oh-" Kurapika's voice sounds surprised and the two look over to where he stands in the doorway. "Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt!" He quickly walks out and the two look back at each other. Hisoka basically pushes Illumi off despite him jumping off himself. Both slightly embarrassed Pika had taken the scene the wrong way. Unfortunately, the moment Hisoka's hand had left it's high unreachable place, Illumi attacked. He bent Hisoka's arm so that Illumi's back was pressed to Hisoka and Hisoka's arm was in front of Illumi, tightly held under Illumi's arm. There he disinfects the cut, Hisoka hissing into Illumi's ear while Illumi told him to suck it up.

Hisoka groans, placing his forehead on Illumi's shoulder, waiting for the sting to wear off. After a few moments, Illumi tenses.

"What?" Hisoka raises his head a little, looking at Illumi's face.

Illumi is looking back at him, his eyes holding all sorts of turmoil. "You."

"What about me?" Hisoka frowns, their closeness hardly affecting him anymore since he knows Illumi would never allow anything to happen.

Illumi sighs and rests his forehead against Hisoka's, closing his eyes. Suddenly Hisoka decided the closeness did affect him. He can't help but kiss Illumi. He realizes his free hand had already found its way to Illumi's waist. Surprisingly, however, Illumi returns it. Everything in the universe told them to go together... Except one little thing, their stubborn minds. Both pull away.

"You haven't proven yourself," Illumi breathes, his eyes still closed. Hisoka hums and goes to kiss him again but Illumi presses two fingers to Hisoka's lips. "No... We can't," Illumi quickly pushes himself off Hisoka.

Hisoka glares at Illumi. How could he tease him like that? That's hardly fair! Why would Hisoka want to prove himself if Illumi was just gonna tease him like that? Hisoka frustratedly runs a hand through his hair and turns his back to Illumi, going back to the soup. Forget about him for tonight... Illumi doesn't deserve his love.

Ugh.

Illumi stays in the kitchen while Hisoka sulks and sets the table. Hisoka calls everyone in and serves them the soup.

"So, what do you two go to school for?" Machi asks as they sit to eat.

"Criminology," Kurapika answers. "And Leorio's in med school."

"So you two are some smart cookies eh?" Machi glances between them.

"You could say that," Leorio chuckles.

"Man, I haven't had your cooking in ages," Kurapika says suddenly.

"It's so good!" Leorio adds, smiling at his soup.

Hisoka, however, is still salty about Illumi and only nods at them.

"It is good Hisoka," Illumi compliments.

Hisoka curls his upper lip. "I'm so glad you like something about me."

Illumi gives him a disinterested look and continues eating. Hisoka abruptly gets up and leaves, walking out of the hotel room completely. Why does Illumi frustrate him so much!? Why can't they just click like Gon and Killua? Or Leorio and Kurapika? Well... Okay, Pika said they didn't click but they got along so well now...

A woman approaches Hisoka and a smile breaks across her face. "Are... You Hisoka Morow?" She asks. Hisoka raises an eyebrow and cautiously nods. "C-Could I get a photo with you? I'm such a big fan of your dancing! I'm so excited for your performance tomorrow!"

"Of course," Hisoka smiles a little and wraps an arm around her shoulders, taking a picture with her. They talk for a little before he waves her off. Wow... She made him feel better. Someone appreciates him a whole lot, even if it's not Illumi... And, there's something he can always turn to. Dance.

Maybe Hisoka didn't need Illumi like he originally thought.