With him ending up having a shower with you, Hisoka switched the water off, wrapped a towel around his waist, before draping another towel over your shoulders and lifting you up bridal style.
"You sure you don't want to lay down? You usually like too with me afterwards." He smoothly asked with a noticeably satisfied and distressed expression radiating off. Any chance he got with you left him content.
Although both of you were caught up in this bliss, you couldn't help but blush and feel touched by Hisoka's words. It was hard to imagine that such an intimidating and dangerous man was capable of aftercare.
The hit and ditch method seemed more like him. Not this. Even though with you, Hisoka has not once ever had sex with you and immediately left. Without fail, he would always hang around or lay with you. Common practice - to fall asleep afterwards.
Aftercare with you came naturally.
"No I'm sure. I want to go explore Japan!" You happily beamed, wriggling a bit in his arms.
"But if you want to lay down, I don't mind." You responded, remembering everything works both ways. It wasn't just about you.
"I'm fine. You are the ill one." He curtly replied, placing you down on the bed.
"I got you a few clothes while you were asleep." Hisoka said before placing down several long dresses on the bed. Rather beautiful dresses you would probably pick yourself. It was obvious Hisoka knew your style.
Slipping on your new bra and panty Hisoka seemed to also get the right size. You were gently pushed back to sit on the bed. Looking up at Hisoka, you noticed he had your make-up brush and body foundation in his hands.
"What are you doing?" You confusedly asked.
Pouring a bit down your neck, letting it slide down your shoulders. Hisoka started to spread it with the brush and lightly dabbed it to catch onto your skin perfectly.
"Whenever your body is bruised and battered, you always cover it with body foundation. I watched you long enough to know how to do it." He explained.
You didn't understand why. Well, maybe it was simple - because you were ill. But even your subconscious knew Hisoka was being uncharacteristically sweet and generous towards you.
Sitting silently in a peculiar manner, you enjoyed the gentle strokes of the brush gliding over your skin. You were positive when you used to do it, it never used to feel this nice. Or felt anything at all.
It wasn't everyday a guy would apply make up on a girl. Of course you would enjoy this moment.
After 10 minutes passing. The next gesture of Hisoka completely took you off guard again.
"H-Hisoka you don't need too. I can do it." You protested, feeling rather smothered by kindness.
Hisoka actually started to do your face make up.
Smirking, "I know you can do it. But I'm doing it today because I'm dressing you up as I deem fit today, my doll." He teased in a superior manner to mask his true reasoning behind doing this.
Hisoka didn't want you to look in the mirror right now because he knew you would be alarmed by your eyes. Seeing how bloodshot the left was and how yellow smeared your right was, you'd want to stay indoors until it went away. Or wear shades 24/7.
He didn't want you to feel embarrassed or self conscious anymore than you already do. At least for today, he wanted you to have a normal carefree day.. It's the least you deserve after everything.
"So controlling." You humourlessly commented before easily giving in.
To be honest, you actually trusted Hisoka with doing your make-up. Despite his brutal and aggressively masculine persona. You felt deep down Hisoka had a bit of a feminine touch. It was evident by how perfectly you saw he blended the foundation on your body.
Feminine touch understandably so. After all, Hisoka has a daughter. You could only imagine the unbelievably girly things he was forced to participate in with her since he was a single dad.
And as he mentioned, he spent a lot of time watching you get ready for years. So subconsciously, a feminine side would definitely develop. If not a feministic side, he was merely observant and could replicate anything after witnessing it happen constantly before him.
"Close your eyes." He instructed.
Silently obeying, you felt him effortlessly outline your winged eyeliner. And you knew it was perfect because you felt how high up he stopped, and how thin he drew coming down - trailing carefully alongside the eye line just above your eyelashes.
"Open."
From the inner corner of your eyes, Hisoka extended out a thin triangle. Slightly angling it down to make your eyes look more feline that he knew you always loved creating. And he will admit, you did look hot with alluring cat eyes.
Watching him closely at his concentrated facial expression. You couldn't help but wonder about you and Hisoka.
So desperately, you wanted to ask him if you and him were more than just best friends that would have sex with each other. Or more vulgar and brutal terms - fuck buddies.
Why? Well, things started to feel far too kind and intimate.
Unless that's how friends with benefits are? They sleep together and look after each other. And in Hisoka's world, belong to each other even though they just had friend titles.
Biting the side of your lip nervously, you pushed down that urge to ask him. It's best if you stayed silent about this to prevent it from becoming awkward.
"Now stay here like a good girl while I get dressed and we can go." Hisoka instructed again. Gingerly kissing your lips before standing up and walking to his clothes.
Although it was another dominant instruction he wanted you to follow obediently. He only said that so you wouldn't get up and look in the mirror and see your discoloured eyes. Luckily, you were used to him saying such demeaning things like that so you weren't suspicious at all.
Just as he wished, you silently stayed, and from the corners of your eyes. You watched the Joker get dressed. Still unable to not blush at the sight of such a master piece of a body.
By now, you far too hypnotised by his body to remember you wanted to check your appearance in the mirror.
Catching you looking, you swiftly looked away - turning the deepest shade of red to exist.
Smirking at your odd innocence, Hisoka effortlessly put on a shirt. Now having everything covered from your sinful eyes.
"And this body is all yours too enjoy. Imagine that blessing." Hisoka confidently commented. Openly acknowledging he caught you staring at him. Now, even turning the tips of your ears red.
'All yours?..'
Walking up to you again, "Come." You heard him utter as he extended out his hand for you to take.
Beating down your fluster, you took his hand, but kept your gaze fixed down to the ground. Not daring to look at him yet. You would think after having him inside you, you would feel less shy around him. But clearly not. His presence, appearance and confidence was too much for you too handle when you weren't intoxicated by lust.
However, stepping out of the plane and into the scenics of Japan. Air left your lungs as you gasped from excitement.
And like a kid in a candy store, you explored one end of Japan to the next.
"Oh Hisoka.." You abruptly stopped in front of most beautiful forest you have ever laid eyes on.
"Bamboo forest." You read the mini board found at the entrance.
"Can we go in here please?" You begged like Maleeka.
Casually slipping his hands in pockets, Hisoka amusingly looked at you. "Will you make it to walk though?" He asked.
Swaying mischievously, "Yes! Well, I don't know. How will I know unless we go?" You replied with the biggest of grins.
How could Hisoka refuse you now.
Walking passed you, "Come." He murmured in agreement. Causing you to instantly react with a tiny squeal escaping your lips and jog up to snake your arm around his own - walking side by side.
"Thank you for spoiling me today Hisoka." You warmly said, not really getting a response from Hisoka, naturally so because he wasn't someone that dealt with gratitude openly. He just remembers those who thanked him.
"Hisoka." You called out, smile slightly wavering.
"Yes?" He acknowledged as he gazed at the path in front of him. Even he will admit, this forest was unlike any he had ever seen. It was truly tranquil and beautiful. Mentally he noted to come back here in winter. He could only imagine what an icy kingdom this forest would look like covered in snow and ice. Now that he had the right company next to him.. Going to places like this was a thousand times better.
"Could you recognise the person standing on the hill?" You openly asked since Maleeka and no one else was around.
Having flashbacks, Hisoka sighed lightly. Almost as if he forgot was he was in the mafia. "No, it was too far." He replied.
Pursing your lips, "I see. Also, one of the guys I was fighting mentioned that their boss mentioned how feisty I am apparently." You recalled, tapping your chin with the tip of your index finger.
Peering down at you with his alluring yellow orbs, Hisoka's relaxed smirk returned. "You are very feisty." He mocked, even though deep down he was concerned about why you were brought up in the first place among the mafia. Why couldn't you just be left alone with him to enjoy you without worrying.
"Hm. I'd hit you for saying that, but that would just be proving a point." You comically replied.
Resting your head on the side of Hisoka's shoulder, you gazed up into the beautiful fairylike sky. "I wouldn't mind moving to Japan. I think once I get better, I'll work and stay here." You thought out aloud, causing Hisoka to look at you again from the corner of his eyes a bit surprised.
"What about Maleeka and I?" He asked bluntly.
Removing your head off his upper arm, you looked up at him with a confused but humoured smile. "You guys can visit? Or I'll visit. I mean we are just really good friends after all right?"
Silence
'Friends...You are the mother of my child Y/n. You aren't someone that was supposed too leave and start a new life else where '
But thinking about that, it dawned on Hisoka. What if you never got your memories back? Hisoka didn't know if he could drop the bombshell of you being Maleeka's mother. And well.. What goes on between you and him, that was tricky. Because you were his friend.
A special friend he was attached too. It was a tough situation because how would he make you stay with him with just a friend title.
There's only so much controlling and possessiveness he can be over you before you begin to dislike it. Did he have to ask you to be his girlfriend to get you to stay?
"Right, we are. I guess we can visit each other." Hisoka generically answered.
Sharing silence or causal conversation for the next hour, the two of you finally reached the peak of the mountain - watching the sunset together over the cliff before having to head back.
There was something about the moment at the cliff that was intimate and odd. Although you didn't bring it to obvious attention, from the corner of your eye, you noticed that Hisoka stared rather deeply at your face instead of the sunset.
You would think after the several exchanges of DNA that's been passed between you and him, especially him in you. You'd somehow gain the ability to read his thoughts. Or feel what he feels.
But nothing.
That moment was like a solid wall nothing could seep through or emit out from.
How odd.
Back then you could easily tell what he was feeling and thinking whenever the two of you kissed. Even Hisoka would be surprised that you had the ability. You were the only girl that happened too.
But no more.. Was that a sign it was too late?
Maybe that was the aftermath of having the red fated thread snap between the two of you since that day he kicked you out. There was only so much tension rope can handle until it gives up.
But Just like paper, once it's crumpled. It's impossible to have things go back to how it was perfectly.
Connected yet simultaneously disconnected to him it felt.
"Hisoka is everything okay?" You asked, feeling rather overwhelmed by the silent walk back.
Smoothly, he closed eyes , "Yes." He lowly answered. Not really initiating conversation after that.
Studying his defined hard facial features for a few seconds, you wondered if he was upset about something or was solely enjoying the quiet scenery. It was rather quite beautiful because the pathway of the forest was now lit up by lanterns.
The way the dark shadows from the light were casted across Hisoka's face - making him appear more alluring, made your heart flutter several times. Although it was even more menacing and intimidating, somehow those shadows created a softer dimension to his face and body. Almost as if the soft light euphemized his ripped muscles.
How you were reacting to such simple things began to worry you. As far as you were informed. You and Hisoka were friends with benefits. But it seemed your heart started growing attached to him more than it should in these past few hours and days. Maybe it was because your subconscious that knew Hisoka was catching up to your present self. Or it was just a naive attachment because Hisoka was the first man to be so deeply involved with your life the second your amnesia kicked in. So of course that fear of the world and seeking comfort from him, type of attachment could of developed.
You started to crave his presence. Long to see him smile at you. Wished for his touch. A simple hand hold. You wanted his attention. You wanted to do everything and anything for him. You wanted to be some what important to this powerful man.
A part of you wanted to be called his..
If only you knew. You experienced those dilemmas before. Same bullshit of wanting to called his, but couldn't have that because of what he was back then.
But you knew this was painful and wishful thinking. Because if the two of you were really screwing each other for years, almost an entire decade- according to him, as friends. That was a clear sign that nothing will ever progress into anything more. He didn't see you anything more than someone to release himself into.
It was up to you whether you had enough self respect and strength to walk away from a man that used you for sex.
Sighing internally, 'Guess it doesn't matter now.. I'm going to die soon anyways. Might as well enjoy these last few moments I have left with him.' You morbidly thought.
Forcing your bravery and letting your naive attraction take over for your dying days. You grabbed Hisoka's hand, causing him to look at you curiously.
Giving him your warmest smile and softest eyes, "Come. Let's hurry down so we can do what we came here for. Then you can get home sooner to your daughter." You gingerly said, tugging him forward as you rushed down.
"There's no rush." He said, finding your sudden change in demeanour and behaviour odd.
"Well just in case. I'm sure Maleeka misses you." You replied. Genuinely feeling bad for taking up Hisoka's time he could be utilising with his daughter.
As much as Hisoka wanted to say something, he chose not too. But rather let you be. If anything, he wanted to take as much time with you as possible.