#hisomachiweek

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"Oh, crap," she murmured weakly as her senses awakened little by little, and she realized she got drunk last night.

And she got drunk with Hisoka. His oddly sweet and spicy smell was all over the room.

Machi slowly turned in the bed. Beneath the covers, the fabric of her clothes rustled with the movement and she briefly wondered what the hell she was wearing, but to see him felt more urgent.

That jerk.

She couldn't feign surprise anymore, realizing she woke up next to him. Not when she had lost count of how many times it happened. Willingly. Shamefully. Her eyes rolled when she faced his pathetic slumber features, so peaceful and almost innocent, but the movement made her head hurt even more. Her lids closed and her body squirmed with the twinge of pain, only to be embraced by his strong arms.

"Machi…" Hisoka's voice was low and needy right in her ear, "You look so beautiful, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen…"

"Oi! Cut it out!" For as much as the bare skin of his chest felt warm, Machi pushed him away feeling her cheeks burning. "What the hell happened last night?"

As he lazily — annoyingly — was making himself comfortable on his back with his eyes still closed, she impatiently shook his shoulder. Hisoka hummed softly and slowly revealed his golden irises focused on her. His lips sweetly curling up made her feel frustrated.

"Nevermind, I can find it out myself." Machi abruptly moved the covers away and jumped out of bed, losing balance for a second and feeling silly immediately. Not only was the alcohol still intoxicating her brain and weakening her body, that thing she was wearing was limiting her movements and instinctively she lifted the skirt a little to free her feet.

"I told you, you look beautiful…" Hisoka hummed with some excitement and she turned to give him a reply but her eyes stopped at the mirror right beside her, in front of the bed.

"Oh, no…" it was a simple A-line gown, but very clearly and undoubtedly a wedding gown, as white as snow and with delicate embroideries on the hem. A silver tiara was hanging from her messy hair and Machi numbly took it off before finally turning to him as she intended. "What did you do?"

This was different for Machi. She could feel his breath, so close to hers that her heart was racing, and his body heat made her own tingle in a way she had never felt before. She never liked to be touched before. All the physical contact she had experienced in the past were violent, abuses from which she had happily learned to defend herself fiercely. To have accepted, after thinking long and hard on the matter, to be kissed by Hisoka could be considered a small and sweet personal achievement, given the bitter scenario that had been her life until then.

After a few moments that felt too long and too brief at the same time somehow, he parted his lips from hers with an altered breath and a slight moan. He seemed thrilled, still he had not tried to guide that kiss to something deeper than it had been: a kiss on the lips as he had asked and she had agreed upon; and she silently thanked him for that.

When their eyes met, she stared at him awkwardly and he loosened his hold around her, giving the girl room to shrink, almost hiding in the old, threadbare and shattered bench that was once part of a car, illuminated by a weak flashlight. Around them, the abandoned garbage field, that at that time was deserted. Above, only a sky of countless stars.

He laid his head on her lap and stared at her, in tender silence, reaching up to the short, messy pink hairs with his fingertips, playing with them absently. It took her a while to realize that she could do the same with his red hair, and when she did, it made him smile in a way that she couldn't help but smile in return, albeit timidly.

At that moment, they looked like normal kids; kids who did not have the tragic baggage they carried from their pasts, from their surroundings.

"Did you like it?" He eagerly asked, breaking the silence.

In response, she smiled again and shrugged. It would be too much to ask her to verbalize it, admitting that out loud was something she probably would never do. On his turn, he was back at her side and bringing his face close to hers again, fingers still in her hair, tucking it away from her blue eyes and delicate features.

"Can I kiss you again?"

This time, she took the lead and touched his lips with hers, in a succession of small flimsy kisses that united as a deep one when he held her face between his hands and pulled her towards him at once. She was about to embrace him when she heard a familiar voice calling her name in the distance, which made her arms, instead of holding him, pull him away immediately.

"Gotta go!" She said with urgency, reaching for the flashlight and leaving him to watch her walk away from the bench.

Even though she had no family, she had at that moment people to care about and who would care for her, being that support as mutual as possible. It wouldn't feel right if any of them knew she was alone at night with him. Kissing him. Not that it was wrong or forbidden in any sense but they would be curious about it and mock her for being "in love with the weirdo". She wasn't in love, she just wanted to kiss him, and Hisoka wasn't a weirdo… not as much as they believed he was at least.

"Can we do it again?" He asked before she was too far to hear him pleading.

"If you don't go away again!" She replied, turning her body gracefully to look at him alone on the bench one more time.

"Go away with me!" The boy positioned his hands around his mouth so that the sound echoed louder to her, and her reaction this time was to shake her head in an almost imperceptible negative answer.

The negative answer was clearer in her eyes, which suddenly became sad. For some reason, his words made her feel that he would indeed go away again and this time for good. She felt, in her core, that if they met once more things would be different. And painful.