Currently unnamed Hisoillu story

𝟏. 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫

Illumis Pov:
I walk into my room, covered in blood.

I just had to kill a group of mafia bosses at one of their meetings, that was under a tea shop.

It was easy, considering most of them were fat and old...

But today seems different.

I feel empty.

I don't feel satisfied with this job.

I've been killing my whole life, but recently it's not the same.

I start to think,

Do I really want the rest of my life to be like this? Killing people daily and living with my parents?

Well, I don't know.

This is what I was made to do, right?

This is my specialty and maybe I should just stick to it.

I look in the mirror.

I see my pale skin, with big eyes and dark pupils staring back at me.

I don't like what I see.

If I can be happy about one thing, it's my hair

I think, while running my fingers through my dark, silky hair.

I'm glad I stopped cutting it when I turned 16.

Ding!

I look down at my phone to see a text from Hisoka.

Hisoka:
Hey illu~ are you free? I miss u!!

Me:
Yes. Come over. I will be in the shower

Hisoka:
Oh yeah?

Me:
Yes. Come through my window

Hisoka:
I'll be there in 5

He's gonna be here in five minutes? He must be close...

I quickly get in the bathroom connected to my room and undress, feeling the hot steam from the shower hit my cold skin.

Maybe the best part after a kill is the shower. Washing the blood and grime off your skin.
I use a grapefruit body scrub to keep my skin smooth...

I start shaving my legs.

I know it's not normal for men to shave their legs but I like how it looks and feels.

When I'm done shaving I go through my long hair routine, which is very important to me.

I hear footsteps in my room at this point...

Hisoka's here.

Hisoka's Pov:
I come through Illumis window, hearing the shower running and steam coming out of the bottom of the bathroom door.

I never stay long at Illumis, with us usually going out since his dad is against friends...

I hope one day he walks in and sees me, so I have a reason to kill him.

Illumi might not talk about it, but we all know what he put illu through.

No normal person raised in a healthy home would show so little emotion.