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Hisoka used to be an irreligious. Until that fateful day, he met Kuroro. The man with a small stature but unusually calm.
Hisoka still remember the first time they met at the club. His lifeless grey eyes, containing the deepest secrets of the universe, his gently curved eyelids, his sculpted features, the way his lips curled slightly to express his interest or the way his long, slender fingers caressed into a glass cup. They all evoked a curiosity in Hisoka that he had not felt for a long time.
The second time, they met by chance at the art museum. This time, Hisoka took the initiative to start a conversation. He talked nonsene:
“Hey, why doesn’t the woman in this painting have eyebrows?”
“Are those crooked lines also considered art?”
Hisoka followed Chrollo closely, said meaningless things.
“It would be great if they had better aesthetic taste in choosing displayed paintings”
…
“Hey, you’re so handsome, what’s your name?”
For the first time, Hisoka saw Chrollo smile: “You’ve been following me just to ask my name?”
In an instant, Hisoka felt his heart skip a beat. He had never seen anyone smile so beautifully. Swallowing his saliva, he nooded.
“Chrollo, Chrollo Lucilfer is my name!”
“Hisoka Morrow!”
“What a good name!” – Chrollo exclaimed.
And from then on, they met frequently and became closer.
Ever since the day he met Kuroro, something in Hisoka had changed.
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Hisoka lit a cigarette, exhaled smoke and stroked the tatto of the cross on the person next to him who was in a state of intoxication and uttered a prayer:
“May you always be my Saint and I will always be your most loyal follower.”
Then he kissed his hair. No one would believe that he used to be an irreligious.
There is no such thing as non-belief.
Every night, Hisoka prays. He doesn’t know when he developed this habit. Only know that on their first night together did he whisper a prayer. The memory of that night remains vivid. Hisoka still remembers how they gave deep kisses, the touches, the sound of flesh colliding or the sound of moaning. Hisoka let out a soft moan.
Like a forbidden fruit. Pushing temptation, enchantment but also full of sin.
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On a beautiful day, Chrollo arranged to meet Hisoka at the park.
Hisoka woke up early, grooming himself as best as he could. Wearing a fitted shirt with a collar, a jacket, jeans and a pair of sneakers, decided to let his hair down.
Hisoka arrived 30 minutes early, taking a walk and breathing in the fresh morning air. Memories of the first time they went to the park flooded back. That day, Hisoka made plan to go for a walk with Chrollo. They walked together and occasionally had conversations. Hisoka would playfully tease Chrollo and make him laugh. He loved the way Chrollo laughed. Suddenly, it started to rain. They ran to find a shelter while sharing Chrollo’s small jacket. They found refuge in a small store, sitting under the awning, soaked but laughing. Hisoka gently caressed the wet face of the other person. They both felt silent, looking at each other for a while before giving a passionate kiss.
The unfamiliar taste that Hisoka had never experienced before.
“Hisoka!”
The call interrupts his flashback. Hisoka turns around. Chrollo approaches with a large bouquet of flowers.
“For you” – Chrollo says, handing the bouquet to Hisoka. Hisoka’s eyes sparkles. Roses, red like Hisoka’s hair. Hisoka jumps up in excitement, then rushes forward to embrace Chrollo and gives him a kiss on his cheek.
“Oh babe! I didn’t expect you to be so romantic!”
Pushing Hisoka’s face away, he says: “I just want to give you something..” – looking at the flowers – “..when I saw that, I thought about you..”
Without any hesitation, Hisoka kisses Chrollo’s lips, his face turns red, he hits Hisoka’s chest: “It’s a public place!”
The red-haired man smiles sincerely at Chrollo.
Hisoka wants to show the world how much he loves Chrollo!
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Hisoka decided to propose Chrollo.
Under the flickering candlelight, there are only two people immerse in their own world. Hand in hand, foot in step, dancing together. The gentle sound of the violin blends with the flowing piano notes and the melodious saxophone as if creating an endless space reserved for the young couple.
They dance like they never danced before, letting go, immersing themselves in the music. Smiles, looks, light touches, passing by. Everything seems to spin.
Until, Hisoka stops, he kneels on one knee, his right hand is holding a ring, his left hand is holding Chrollo’s hand tightly.
“Do you want to dance with me for the rest of your life, baby?”
Chrollo says nothing, bend down and kisses Hisoka’s lips, while closing his eyes. Hisoka stands up and hugs him, gives him a deep kiss. He lifts Chrollo up and spins around, both of them laughing loudly.
“Hisoka, the love of my life, I agree!”
And then, they dance again, laugh, talk, together. The world is now their own. Hisoka doesn’t expect anything more. Even if heaven closes its doors to them, just having Chrollo by his side is enough.
Hisoska’s only heaven is where Kuroro is.
THE END.