hisoka fight

Hisoka Morow & Illumi Zoldyck (22 & 18)

He'd been expecting Illumi, because he'd received a text from him four days prior. Illumi rarely contacted him if he didn't have plans to drop in on him. He rarely gave such advance notice, though. Hisoka didn't mind waiting; he had few other plans. He had recently begun renting an apartment in a city he'd never been to before, just because he had ended up there and it seemed as good a place as any to take up residence for a while.

To be honest, he was beginning to think that Illumi wasn't going to pay him a visit after all. But within an hour after having that thought, he felt a surge of quite the familiar blackened, powerful aura and it thrilled him. Hisoka had been preparing a meal, but he walked away from it as soon as he felt the expanse of power erupt. Illumi couldn't be too far away.

He left the house, not bothering to lock up up or put on a shirt. He was far too distracted, following Illumi's aura. He expanded his aura to locate him properly, but Enwasn't a skill Hisoka had bothered honing too thoroughly; he was strong enough to deal with anything nearby at all times, he assumed.

But when he found Illumi, he wondered if maybe that was wrong; it seemed that Illumi had been injured somehow...? Hisoka felt a strange feeling that he belatedly recognised as concern, and he knelt down by Illumi's side, assessing the damage. Illumi was certainly alive still. Hisoka's own aura erupted around him, on full alert.

"Is there still danger?"

Hisoka and Illumi (age 19 and 15)

Illumi spent nearly fifteen and a half years as the heir of the Zoldyck family. It was only upon the morning of Killua's forth birthday that the roles of the family suddenly shifted and Illumi was told that his beloved baby brother would be taking his place on the figurative family throne. Being Zoldyck family heir was not a job Illumi had taken lightly. Many aspects of his life revolved around the fact that he one day would be in his father's place, and every aspect of him revolved around his family.

It wasn't completely unexpected, the change of inheritance, though. He knew the Zoldyck rules and traditions. They had taught him at a very young age that the strongest child would become heir to the family and up until that point, it had been Illumi. That wasn't to say that Killua at four years old was stronger than Illumi at more than fifteen years, but the potential Killua showed was obviously... brighter... than Illumi's own.

His face was a mask. It was his mother who delivered the news to him. To the entire family. Every one of his brothers, his father, his grandfather, all sat around the table as the important change was announced. His mother, his sweet and strong mother. Illumi had always been so soft for her, after all, she had thought it would be better for her to be the one to deliver the news.

He felt many eyes glance to him from around the table. His blank eyes remained forward. Illumi thought the planning was unnecessary. This was fine after all. Everything was fine. He loved baby Killua after all. Adored him. Illumi loved all his brothers. He would die and kill for his brothers. He would do anything. Anything to make sure the family remained strong. Anything.

Killua was not stronger than Illumi. Not yet. Not stronger than his older brother. Illumi would have to make sure to protect and defend and teach Killua. After all, Illumi had held the position for so many years, it was obvious now that his expertise must help shape Killua's mind in the correct direction. He was the only one for the job.

The whole thing was a blurry, muddled thing. It reminded him of when he had to train underwater. Keep his head above the waves. Fight a current. Illumi had time to hold Killua's face in his hands and tell him how proud he was of him, how much responsibility he now had, how he would make sure to never lead him astray-- before he was out the door of the estate. He had a sudden itching to leave the manor. It was fine. Everything was fine. He needed to get back to work.

Text sent, 8:27am to recipient 0047939bq4: I require your current place of residency.

Illumi knew he wouldn't be long. Hisoka always texted him back almost immediately.
vomit

Hisoka and Illumi (Ages 17 and 13)

Hisoka's stupid sticky bungee gum was making it's way into Illumi's dreams. The very first time, it had been only a month after Illumi's thirteenth birthday. It was a dark and blurry thing, the dream, and Illumi was trapped once again by Hisoka's gum, tied up around the wrists and the ankles and around his middle. He couldn't move. He had thought then that it wasn't unlike training he had done at home in his youth. But training had never involved the amount of physical touching that Hisoka always seemed so hungry for. His dream seemed to include a lot of touching.

So far, in the real world and not in his own dream world, Illumi had stubbornly and swiftly avoided all of his associate's sexual advances. Since they had met nearly two years prior Hisoka always had what Illumi thought was an over obsession with sex while Illumi was more than uninterested. It wasn't until dream-Hisoka was grinning that impish grin in his face and holding him, unmovable, with his bungee gum, and running his hands over his stomach, his thighs, his cock--

Illumi woke with a shuddering gasp, face down in his bed, alone. Luckily enough for him he was alone. He assessed himself in the dark, pushing long black hair from his damp forehead and his face. He was belly-down with his sheets wrapped around his body and a considerable wet spot between his legs.

Well, shit.

Admittedly, Hisoka had been a subject on his mind, annoyingly enough. It must be the explanation for this dream. He knew he was hitting puberty, he knew Hisoka had been aggravatingly taking up more space in his brain then he would have liked. It logically made sense something such as this could happen. The last time Illumi had been in Gas Land there had been no sign of Hisoka anywhere. It was quite unusual. That had been two months ago and Illumi hated, loathed, the fact that the thoughts of his whereabouts still nagged at his mind so often.

At the time he had shrugged it off. Perhaps Hisoka had died. It wouldn't be that much of a shock for someone who loved pick fights so much and had so much unprotected sex with so many potentially dangerous men. Illumi had told himself he did not care. At all. It would be a relief if Hisoka died, as he would no longer have to take jobs in Gas Land which he notoriously hated so much. Good. He had been glad.

Illumi pulled himself back to the present. He seriously needed to get himself in order because this was becoming ridiculous. There were so many other matters at hand that required his full attention. Thinking of some stupid pervert clown was a waste of Illumi's precious time.
[hide] pose

Hisoka Morow & Illumi Zoldyck (ages 15 & 11)

Hisoka perched on the billboard's ledge, thinking of nothing but the way the wind was pushing his hair about as he looked down on the city below him. There were lights all around him, but nobody would ever look up high enough to see him there. It was rather freeing.

Eyes closed, he slouched back against the peeling paper of some advertisement featuring a woman's breast. Perhaps he was obscuring some pervert's view. Though, everyone in this city was a pervert of some nature... Hisoka himself couldn't say he was exempt from that. He shuffled through his cards, gathering his aura up to make them into a sticky chain, just playing with them. The wind felt nice. Perhaps he would spend the whole night up here. He wasn't likely to fall, though he wasn't too worried if he actually did.

Hisoka amused himself for a moment deciding whether such an ending would be more pathetic or more boring.

It was never quiet in Gas Land, but the noise hardly reached him from so far below, and he slipped into something close to sleep, his head empty and blank. After what may have been 30 minutes or perhaps 3 hours, Hisoka's eyes opened with a start. The sky was unchanged, but he sensed that the morning would come sooner rather than later. But that wasn't what woke him.

He felt something.

Using his aura to keep his feet stuck to his perch, Hisoka bent down over the edge, looking through his fingers as if they were a telescope. There was someone down below, a boy. Short. Hisoka could feel the strength of his aura from all the way up here.

Intrigued. Where would the boy go? Hisoka slipped down to a rooftop and concealed his aura to follow.

pickles the drummer

[pastklok] nate & toki, 1997

When Nathan rolled over in bed, sunlight was streaming in the window, blinding his fucking face. Pickles kept opening the blinds in their room and leaving them up at night and it was pissing him off, because in the morning, Nathan woke up and the sun was all over the fucking place. He was trying to get his fucking sleep.

He got up and stood in the shower for a while, and he came out wearing just his jeans, hair dripping down his back. He wandered to the kitchen to find some food, but Toki was sitting at the counter on the bar stool, drawing something on the back of a piece of junk mail. Nathan just stared at him for a minute, running his hands through his tangled, wet hair, and it seemed so weird that this kid was here. He was wearing Pickles' old shirt and there were at least two holes in it that he could see, and he was wearing Skwisgaar's jeans, rolled up to just under his knees. Those things would be way too long on that kid.

"Where is everyone?" Nathan asked, feeling a little groggy and lost still.
love

Yoshiki and Taiji, living together

She came into the apartment and slammed the door, not that anyone was here to hear her, since she saw Taiji fucking that skinny bitch with the fake tits. She could have fake tits. Anyone could! What was so great about them?

Of course, that just made her think how horrible and disgusting her non-fake-tit'd chest looked and how her body was totally wrong for Taiji...

She went into their bedroom, and got out a knife she kept mostly for show and she ripped open their bed, tearing the sheets to ribbons and pulling out the stuffing on the futon mattress. And then she threw all of Taiji's cigarettes out the window, and then she dumped all the liquor down the sink, until she realized that she liked it, too. She sucked down half a bottle of vodka, threw up, and then dumped the rest down the sink.

Then she went to the bathroom to cry and soak in hot water.

She thought about cutting up her ugly, disgusting, not-good-enough-for-Taiji body, but that meant getting her blade back from out of the bed, and that was not in the tub, so.
color my music

Yoshiki and Taiji

It had been a particularly bad day. Well, for one thing, it was his father's birthday. He wanted to go visit the grave, but that was a stupid reason to leave Tokyo during recording. It was a tough day, though, and everything kept going wrong. In fact, he threw a fit after the tech screwed up the mix the third time in a row, and then he'd started to cry... and the manager told him, Try to be a bit more manly!

He stormed out just then. He couldn't take it. He drove recklessly around. And then. He went shopping. He bought jewelry first. Things for his hair. And then.

He went to the corsetiere. He bought several undergarments, and a boa, and some hosiery. And then he went to the salon, and he had a full Brazilian wax. When it was done, Yoshiki got all dressed up in some of the things she bought... She felt so much better, even if she felt completely like a freak. She bound her cock and stuffed the bra... She kept running her hands down her body.

If only... she'd been born like this...

She went home, and Taiji was there. She ducked her chin down. Well... Taiji... had seen her in lots of weird clothes. So. "Hey. Did everyone get really mad at me?" she asked quietly.
color my music

Yoshiki and Taiji

He hung up on Toshi. He didn't think this was a mistake, even if Taiji was young and all. He was hot, for one. And he was passionate about music, and he had good sense of fashion. What else did Yoshiki need?

Granted, his place wasn't huge...

He just didn't have time to talk to Toshi, anyway! He was busy clearing away space. It was... impulsive of him to offer Taiji a place to live, but then, Taiji couldn't keep living with his parents, anyway! He was a musician, for fuck's sake!

It was unseemly!

Yoshiki didn't make much progress, though, in making space. He had room for Taiji in the bathroom, but... the second bedroom was full of his drum kit, and his keyboard. There was room for Taiji's basses, of course, but. That meant Taiji needed to share a bedroom... or sleep in the living room, which was pretty small.

Yoshiki couldn't wait to be rich.

The bell rang. Yoshiki quickly went to buzz Taiji in, using the comm. "Need any help?"
color my music

Yoshiki and Taiji

He had pushed the time up on the studio three hours, because there was just so much work to do. But then things came up! He couldn't help that, it was just life. He couldn't go out with his hair weirdly squished on one side, so he needed his hairdresser to come to his apartment and fix it, and that took longer than it should have, and his hair was still pretty messy when the guy was, well, done with him. He had change around some interview appointments. Couldn't talk about the new album when it was so... incomplete!

So he was nearly four hours late when he finally got to the studio, because way more than that was going on, anyway. He felt really guilty, but these guys didn't even comprehend half of what he was doing!

He flung the door open and was ready to apologize, but... only Taiji was there. Only. His jaw dropped.

Only!

What was Taiji even doing here if no one else was here?! Fuming, he looked around. It was just.

"Hide's not here?" he pouted. At least Hide could be here for him!