【Xiyi】The Biggest Changes

Hisoka's vocal cords were torn and then burned, and he was never able to speak.

That’s what the doctor said. He faced the stiff faces of the beating Dike’s family, without taking off the surgical gown and the mask on his face.

"I'm sorry." He said and walked away.

Yilumi stood still, and they were in the best hospital in Youkexin City, the sterile lounge of the intensive care unit.He was wearing a baggy shirt and a pair of undersized knee-length shorts, which he found in a lost area of ​​the nurses' station.He was better off than Sheba, who was wearing a decently fitting (ketchup stained) tank top and sweatpants.Before arriving at the hospital, they had to bury the blood-stained clothes, otherwise they would be too conspicuous and suspicious.

Illumi sat slowly on the plush sofa, and beside the sofa was a small table full of magazines.

"Well, he's still alive." Jeno said, stretching out his hands behind his back, looking down at his grandson, "We'll find someone else to treat him when he can stand up."

Illumi blankly stroked a strand of long hair that fell on his shoulders, and nodded.

"We should take him out of the hospital," Sheba interjected, "he's stabilized now."

Illumi continued to nod.

"Illumi."

He looked up sharply to meet his father's ice blue eyes.

"Shall we take him home or send him to your apartment?"

"Will you agree to take him back to the manor?" Illumi asked.

"Of course." Shiba said with raised eyebrows.

won.Logically, it does.Shiba allowed Hisoka to go to the manor as well, and he and Illumi could stay there until he recovered or even after; that was going home.Illumi is going home.

But for some reason, when it comes to going home, all he thinks about is Hisoka's bed, the bar in their kitchen, the tacky sofa in their living room, the pile of shoes that belonged to Hisoka by the door.

Illumi brushed her hair behind her ears and stood up. "No, we're going back to our apartment," he said.

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Illumi was awakened from her sleep, opened her round black eyes, and looked at the morning light entering Hisoka's bedroom.He felt hands touching his hair and combing the ends.However, Illumi curled up under the quilt, just wanting to sleep again.He will deal with Hisoka later.

Wait, Hisoka.

In the next second, Illumi sat up straight and turned to look at Hisoka—this guy was lying on his side on the bed, awake.

Eight days, this is the first time.

Illumi stared at him with wide eyes, and Hisoka looked back, holding a lock of Illumi's hair in his hand.Illumi looked down at Hisoka's fingers—the nails had grown back after being pulled out, becoming short and blunt, but finally there was no need for a bandage.Illumi checked one by one until Hisoka withdrew his hand.Hisoka inspected his tattered nail bed, frowned, and stretched out a hand.Peach-colored thoughts wrapped around the hand, thin illusions and stretchy love took turns to create flawless false nails—black ones to hide bruises.He repeated the trick with the other hand.

He held out his hands in front of Illumi for inspection, and laughed.There was still blood on his teeth.Illumi's gaze shifted from Hisoka's lips to his entire face, and finally to his bare chest.

In the old days, Illumi was the one with the thicker hair; he wasn't particularly hairy, he just never bothered to shave the tiny black hairs off his arms, arms, and chest, whereas Hisoka kept shaving himself The naked.But not anymore.

Hisoka has a beard.

Well, it's a shallow mustache.Illumi reached out and rubbed the short, bristly beard on Hisoka's chin with his fingertips, just as he had done the previous few days.It must be tough, he thought.He had spent hours arguing with himself about whether or not to shave Hisoka while he was unconscious.Hisoka, however, was otherwise naked; Illumi dared to say he must have been waxed not long before this incident.

Hisoka followed Illumi's movements, touched his chin, and then widened his eyes.He opened his mouth—but no words came out, and instead he coughed, a muffled rumble in his chest.His hand ran down his face, touched his neck, and touched the thick bandage.

Hisoka grabbed his phone from the bedside table, which had been charging and showed 480 unread text messages and more than 90 missed calls.Hisoka pressed the phone, and Illumi's phone—the one with the private number—buzzed on the other side of the bedside table.Illumi turned around and picked up the phone.

10:01 Hisoka: I can't talk.

Illumi looked up and saw Hisoka squinting at him.Illumi stared back: "Don't waste our memory."

,.

After a pause, he compiled what he just said into a text message and replied.

10:01 Illumi: I am contacting a medical student, and I want you to regain consciousness first.

10:02 Hisoka: You can talk.

Illumi raised his head again, but for a moment, he looked down at his phone again.

10:02 Illumi: I don't want to talk when you can't.

He didn't look up; he didn't want to look up.Hisoka's reply was instant.

10:03 Hisoka: I'm going to take a shower.

Illumi had no doubts that Hisoka was strong enough to take a shower now, but he still had a catheter and several other medical devices in place.He didn't reply to the message, but directly met Hisoka's patient and tough eyes.He moved to Hisoka's side of the bed, pushed Hisoka down, and threw off the blanket.Hisoka sighed, and lay down on the bed without any resistance, allowing Illumi to pull out a few tubes from his vital parts and undo those blood-stained bandages.

After finishing, Illumi got out of bed and held out his hand to Hisoka.Hisoka turned a blind eye, and stood up on his own, walking towards the bathroom.

Then he tried to shut Illumi out.Hisoka wanted to close the door, but Illumi forced a hand in and pushed the door open.

Hisoka didn't want Illumi to see his beard, black roots under dyed hair, dirty dick and bloody teeth.He winked and conveyed this meaning with his eyes.

As of today, Illumi has been changing his urine bag for a week; the mystery of Hisoka's so-called charm is gone.He expressed this meaning with a forbearing and indifferent expression.

The pair stared blankly at each other.

At this moment, Illumi was undoubtedly much faster than the magician (probably all his life), and jumped in before he was locked out of the door.

However, Hisoka refused to take a bath together, and pushed Illumi onto the toilet, forcing him to wait outside until he finished washing.After he came out, Illumi was already standing outside with a towel in one hand and a razor and shaving cream in the other.Illumi noticed that after just 5 minutes of washing, Hisoka had re-dyed the roots of his hair, and now his hair was full of fluorescent powder.

After Hisoka dried his body, he followed Illumi's instructions and sat on the edge of the bathtub, stroking his wet black eyelashes, watching Illumi apply shaving cream to his face and neck with his gentle and flexible fingers .

Illumi shaved Hisoka carefully and quickly, he was so absorbed in the job that he didn't notice that Hisoka's legs were slowly wrapping around him.By the time he was done, Hisoka's calf was already wrapped around him, pinching him between his legs.The killer blinked, realizing that there was no way out.

Hisoka leaned over for a kiss, but Illumi blocked it with his palm.Illumi looked at him with good eyes while holding up his toothbrush and toothpaste.

Hisoka took the toothbrush and toothpaste, cleaned his teeth, turned his head and spit the dirty water into the bathtub, he turned his head to look at Illumi, and smiled showing his familiar white teeth.

This time he leaned in for a kiss, and Illumi kissed him back.

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"Father asked me to come here." Curt said as he walked into the hallway.He took out two large canvas bags, which contained the clothes and shoes brought back from the hospital, all washed and mended.Also in the bag was Illumi's repaired cell phone, and the knife that was used to slit Hisoka's throat.

"Thank you." Illumi took the bag, led Curt into the living room, and put the bag on the chair.

Hisoka was originally lying on the sofa, but now he propped himself up and grinned.

Curt walked over, tilting his head curiously, "Have you healed yet?" Curt reached out and poked Hisoka's flawless and smooth neck.

Hisoka shook his head.

"That's his idea." Illumi said while searching for clothes in the canvas bag, "His wound is still not healed. I can't get in touch with Kiya, I want Aruka to come over, I wouldn't even hurt him."

"',".",",'."

"Kiya probably won't trust you," Kurt said, "Also, Aluja is a girl."

..,.,,..

Illumi sighed secretly.He sat up straight and looked at his brother and Hisoka from above.Kurt was wearing a navy blue kimono with pink flowers on it, and his hair was a little longer, just reaching his shoulders.Although he is now 13 years old, he still looks very young.Probably he is the only child among the members of this generation who is less than 1.8 meters long.

The sight of Hisoka and Kurt sitting side by side was eerie to watch.One is an overgrown, muscular street bum with dark circles under her eyes and unnatural pink hair;

For a brief moment, Illumi wondered what he would look like side by side with Hisoka, and then felt the need to keep Kurt away from the magician.

"I have some resources to find a solution," Illumi walked over, "but I still want to go find Qi Ya tonight."

"Ilu—are you—" There seemed to be something in Kurt's eyes, but it was fleeting, as if he was hiding something, "I don't think Aluja can be trusted. Aren't you worried?"

Illumi tilted his head, is Curt hiding something from him? "I'm not worried. I've seen Aluga's power with my own eyes, and that healing power is absolute."

"I have a replacement."

"Oh?"

"A friend I met in the brigade. Can I call him? He can completely cure Hisoka."

Hisoka saw Illumi from Kurt.He curled his lips and gave Illumi a smug smile; he also saw that Curt was hiding something.

Illumi blinked slowly, "Is there something you want to tell me, Curt?"

"No." Curt replied immediately.

Illumi raised one hand, and the air vibrated invisible immediately, "You heard it wrong." When he spoke again, his voice became low, as if he was chanting a mantra, "Is there something wrong with you?" Want to tell me, Curt?"

Curt's eyes immediately became blank, and his body became stiff, "Please don't bring Aluja here."

"why?"

"Because Kira loves Aluga more than me."

"Are you jealous?"

"Hisoka will also like Aruka better."

Illumi dismissed the thought immediately, and the air became lighter. He wished he had never asked.Hisoka was already grinning from ear to ear, turned around, leaned on his knees, and kept his gaze at the same level as Curt.

Curt's body had returned to normal and relaxed, and then he widened his eyes and cast a betrayed and reproachful look at his elder brother.Illumi brushed her hair behind her ears, and spoke—comfort.

"I love you," Illumi said, "isn't that enough?"

Curt moved closer to Hisoka, and Illumi felt his hairs stand on end.Before he was about to silence Hisoka for being "more important than his brother" to Kurt, Kurt's cell phone vibrated in the sleeve of his kimono, and he took it out to see a message.

17:43 Hisoka: Call your friend.

Curt laughed, Illumi's murderous intent was even stronger, and his long hair floated with the murderous intent.

"You saved his number?" Illumi huffed, and Hisoka shrugged.Today, the mutual betrayal between them is one after another.

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That night, Illumi walked into the living room and found that Hisoka and Kurt had fallen asleep on the sofa.

As soon as Illumi stepped on the rug and sat in the middle of the room, Hisoka opened his eyes as sensitively and swiftly as a predator.He smiled, and Illumi stared at him, and Hisoka's response was to put Kurt in his arms and squeeze him, and Kurt blinked sleepily.

"..."

"Go to sleep on my bed." Illumi stretched out his hand to Curt, who held his elder brother's hand, stood up and rubbed his eyes.

"?"

"Then where are you?" Curt asked.

Hisoka laughed, but the voice sounded like an almost silent exhalation, "Don't worry about me," Illumi said.He pushed Curt into his room. "Good night."

Curt turned his head and glanced curiously, still unable to comprehend the situation at hand, and finally walked through the corridor to Illumi's room.

Illumi looked at Hisoka, the guy patted the sofa, waiting for Illumi to occupy the warm place.Illumi once thought about killing Hisoka.He is so weak now that he can be easily knocked down.Illumi put a hand on Hisoka's throat and leaned forward, resting one knee on the sofa.

Curt is mine, Illumi thought.

Hisoka gently inserted one hand into Illumi's hair, guiding him to lean closer.

A so-called pure kiss landed on the corner of his lips, and at that moment Illumi's eyes slightly widened.

Do I belong to Hisoka?Illumi secretly doubted.

Sighing, Illumi let go of Hisoka's grip.At the same time, Hisoka stood up, pushed Illumi back, and went straight to the bedroom.Their eyes locked on each other as they stumbled past the bedroom door.At the same time as the bedroom door was slammed shut, the two of them entwined each other into a frantic and hurried kiss, and both fell on the bed without even taking off a single piece of clothing.Nearly two weeks had passed, and Illumi couldn't help stroking Hisoka, cupping his face and clasping his shoulders.

They didn't say anything, and Illumi felt himself ignited, and his excitement was so extreme that he couldn't take off his pants below his knees, so he turned over and lay down, demanding in this way.And Hisoka responded to his request, took out the lubricant from the bedside table, inserted two fingers into Illumi's body, and let him grab the quilt to cover his crying.He raised his waist, demanding, and Hisoka thrust his cock in with the same frenzy and impatientness, fucking Illumi's hard, making twisted and silent rough gasps.

Illumi took every blow, twisting his waist to meet Hisoka's cock, his calm composure completely overwhelmed by the desire for more, more, harder, faster.He wanted Hisoka to destroy himself, to make his mind go blank, to give him what he thought he was about to lose.

"Cum in me," Illumi said in a trembling voice as he was fucked hard and hard, turning his head to piece his thoughts together as best he could.Hisoka held Illumi's hair with one hand and clenched it into a fist, while tearing off Illumi's shirt with the other hand and stroking it in, gasping for breath.He forced Illumi not to hide her panting in the mattress, but to cry out into the air.The way Illumi tried to keep silent, not to wake up the other guest in the apartment with the sound of their fucking mess, made Hisoka laugh like a whisper, almost silently.

"Si-ah-" He struggled in Hisoka's hand, trembling, "I'm going to come, he'll hear-" Illumi begged, but it was too late, the orgasm came unexpectedly And overwhelming, he dropped to his knees on the bed, his penis trapped between his stomach and the sheets - the prostate pleasure was on repeat, he screamed with every hit.He came in wave after wave, white before his eyes, his body twitching with every drop of cum after so long without sex, hollowing him out.After Hisoka came out of Illumi's body and filled Illumi with hot cum, the feeling was even stronger.

He collapsed on the bed panting, his eyelashes wet, and closed his eyes, half-sincerely thankful that sleeping with Hisoka wasn't always such a thrill.They just lay there together for a while, still clothed, Hisoka's cock still in Illumi's ass, arms around Illumi.

With Illumi's phone buzzing in his pocket, Hisoka kissed the back of Illumi's ear.Illumi's pants were still entangled between his legs, within reach, and he took out the phone.

11:14 Curt: Is everything okay?

Illumi's ears were hot.

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Nian Yi is an old man who looks and sounds weak.He ambled into the apartment, stopping to look at Hisoka, who was dressed for the occasion, a bright blue suit with white stripes and pointy boots.

"I don't know if I can be cured," said the old man. "I'm not very good at treating mental illness."

Hisoka slumped, but Illumi felt like he was laughing like hell inside.He raised his hand to cover his mouth, Hisoka saw him trying not to laugh, and narrowed his eyes.

Curt cleared his throat. "No, Noto. It's his throat. It's cut. He can't speak."

"Ah, all right. Can we go out and start working? What a nice day out there."

Illumi nodded, "The balcony is here." He gestured, and everyone followed him through the living room, through the glass door, and came to a spacious balcony.The floor was lined with shimmering gray slate, and the whole white furniture was arranged around a gas-driven volcanic rock.There are also many plush green plants in the entire balcony space, which can well maintain the temperature in summer.

The old man took a place on the sofa and Hisoka sat down beside him.The old man cleared his throat, closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the green color of reading flashed in his eyes.His thoughts gushed out, and the same green light grabbed Hisoka's throat.

"It will take time," said the old man, "the wound is deep."

Curt looked at Illumi, "He needs time to replenish his energy."

Illumi took Kurt's hand and led him away from the balcony, "Let him go. Let's practice your shuriken inside."

Hisoka watched Illumi leave from the corner of his eye.

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Curt is now in Illumi's study, which is a small room next to his bedroom, which has a complete set of training equipment.Curt threw the shuriken at the simulated dummies scattered around the room, practicing diligently.

Illumi asked Kurt to practice alone, while he returned to the living room with a book.Push your hair behind your ears, sit cross-legged on the sofa, and turn to the place you read last time.Hisoka had been reading this book while Hisoka had fallen asleep so much.This book is written in Japanese, and it describes in detail many things after the last war between Japan and Russia.Illumi itself is a fusion of the above two cultures, and it's really interesting to see how the two countries are portrayed through the Japanese point of view.

The sun was sinking in the west, painting the living room with a pink halo. At 05:30, Illumi glanced up out of the window and saw the old man standing up slowly.Hisoka stood up too—then, they started talking.Illumi watched silently.

Suddenly, his heart beat faster.He closed the book, put it on the coffee table, and slowly stood up.Hisoka and Nianyi walked in.

Without even noticing Yilumi, the doctor went straight to the gate and left.Illumi watched the door of the apartment being closed, turned his gaze, and saw Hisoka standing by the balcony door and looking over.

Illumi didn't know what to say.He took a step forward, and Hisoka was the first to speak.

"The name on my phone account has changed to Hisoka. Do you know why? It's a shock."

Murderous intent flashed in the air.

Illumi tilted her head, her big round eyes gleamed innocently, "I claim you are my husband in order to gain access to your mobile phone account."

Hisoka took a step forward, "Oh?"

Illumi smiled slightly, "That's right."

"I think that's a problem," Hisoka laughed too.Illumi also took a step forward.

"A question? It's an honor to be considered a puncher," he said.

"The problem is that I'm not a beater, Illumi dear."

"I'm not sure you have a choice in that," Illumi said.They are now standing almost nose to nose.

Hisoka slapped Illumi's chest, but Illumi dodged it, and immediately elbowed Hisoka's arm.Hisoka was turned around by the blow, but at the same time grabbed Illumi's wrist with his other hand.They turned around a few times until Illumi was pressed against the wall next to the TV, and by this time the whole apartment was already in a mess.

Hisoka's face was so close that Illumi leaned forward, instinctively trying to press his lips against him - but Hisoka turned his head away.He smiled smugly, looking at Illumi out of the corner of his eye. "Three games, if you beat me, you can have me. Doesn't it sound fair?"

This is a game they often play.Illumi blinked, "Yes."

He suddenly erupted with pitch-black thoughts, even Hisoka was taken aback, and took a step back warily.The two of them moved suddenly, at an unbelievably fast speed, and the figures fighting in the living room became blurred, feeling that the small space restricted their movements.

Hisoka kicked a coffee table at Illumi, and the assassin blocked it with both hands, and the glass on the table immediately shattered.Shards of glass reflected the wisps of light that filtered into the home.The moment the table shattered, Hisoka followed and knocked Illumi to the ground.The hardwood floors fell apart under the force.