Hisoka Gets Tricked

"Oh, little Illumi, you finally decided to..."

A young boy, not very old and dressed in a clown costume, stood grinning outside the house.

He had orange-red hair and golden-tinted pupils.

Symmetrical star and teardrop patterns were printed on his cheeks.

They looked like stickers a mischievous child might have slapped on.

His chubby face was small and cute, still retaining its lingering baby fat.

The child grinned wide, but froze the moment he saw the person who opened the door.

He even forgot to retract the corners of his mouth, simply staring blankly at the white-haired boy before him.

He remembered that the brat he had taken an interest in didn't look like this.

White hair, red eyes.

A perfectly measured smile hung on his face.

Unlike Illumi, who liked wearing tight sportswear, Coleman preferred loose casual clothes whenever he couldn't wear a suit.

And now, in the middle of summer, Coleman was dressed even more casually.

Grey sweatpants paired with a dark blue hoodie.

Even though it was summer, the child seemed impervious to the heat, wrapping himself up tightly.

Though, he did have a popsicle dangling from his mouth.

The child outside was very confused, and without any intention of being subtle, he asked directly, "Aren't you hot?"

Completely ignoring the reason he had come in the first place, Hisoka just wanted to know: wasn't this kid hot?

Especially since this little brat was a head shorter than him.

Hisoka looked down at him from a position of complete superiority.

There wasn't a hint of wariness.

Because his mouth was occupied, Coleman's reply was a bit muffled.

"It's alright. Being baked by the sun is much hotter."

Is that so?

Hisoka, who had specifically cut the sleeves off his clown suit, couldn't understand the bundled-up Coleman.

Just as he couldn't understand the bundled-up Illumi.

But at least Illumi wore short sleeves.

"Then, have you seen someone who looks just like you, but with different hair and eye colors... uh..."

Observing while he described, Hisoka suddenly realized that this kid looked exactly like the Illumi he had set his sights on.

The only difference was that this person's pupils had highlights.

Illumi's were pitch-black, like a doll's.

Hearing Hisoka's inquiry, Coleman stepped aside, revealing Illumi, who was currently struggling with a snack.

"Hey, is that him?"

Coleman tossed the finished popsicle stick away, landing it perfectly in the trash can.

"Oh! That's right! That's him!"

Hisoka was delighted to see Illumi; he had finally found him again!

Although it had only taken him three hours this time, it had still been a tiring search!

Having successfully found Illumi thirty-two times now, Hisoka sighed inwardly.

If only this little guy were willing to fight me fair and square.

Just as he was about to skip over, he was unexpectedly blocked at the door by the child.

Hisoka tilted his head, narrowed his eyes, and slowly shifted his gaze to Coleman.

The dense, tightly wound threads at the doorway reflected a faint glint in the sunlight.

It was as if they were warning the visitor, or perhaps silently setting a death trap.

If Hisoka took one more step forward, there was a high possibility he would be shredded to pieces.

Raising an eyebrow, Hisoka smiled slightly. Very good, this was also an interesting little kid~

Bending down, he kept his eyes on the threads and smiled eerily, placing a hand on Coleman's head.

"Hey, little brat, don't be a busybody~"

Licking his lips, Hisoka smiled with malicious intent.

To this, Coleman showed no reaction, simply speaking slowly: "No entry beyond this point. Big brother doesn't like you."

"Oh~ so little Illumi is your big brother~"

With a single sentence laden with so many tildes, Coleman knew this one wasn't mentally sound either.

Tsk, can't I ever make friends with a normal person?

He cast a subtle glance at his brother, who was still busy snacking and completely ignoring him.

Coleman felt a sense of disdain in his heart.

The quality of my friendships is just abysmal!

He couldn't just keep making friends with people his brother was interested in.

Besides, Coleman was an omnivore; if his friends were all of the same type, he would get bored.

How to put it? It was like someone keeping pets—even if they didn't go around collecting every single breed like stamps.

You couldn't just stick to raising Border Collies.

Those doggies were far too clever; if you didn't raise them right, it was hard to say who was the pet and who was the master!

Just as Coleman was "complaining," Hisoka suddenly produced a playing card.

He flipped it nimbly in his hand, and then, suddenly.

Hisoka exerted force, flicking the card out.

In an instant, the silk threads were severed.

The web that had been dense and thick just a moment ago was now tattered and ruined.

The spider's nest was destroyed in one fell swoop.

Seeing this, Coleman raised an eyebrow with interest.

Oh, playing cards.

To think this guy could find the main thread controlling the entire web in such a short time.

Not bad at all.

His eyes lit up, and Coleman smiled slightly.

The next moment, he rapidly manipulated the fine threads, his movements so fast that only afterimages remained.

Three or four seconds later, a brand-new "web," completely different from the previous one, appeared before Hisoka.

At this, Hisoka only felt even more excited.

This child is also an excellent fruit.

His ripening is only a matter of time~

Thinking of this, Hisoka felt his blood begin to boil, his eyes gleaming with a fierce light.

His killing intent leaked out uncontrollably; the more he looked at Coleman, the more satisfied he became.

No, I can't "eat" him just yet.

Unripe fruit doesn't quite suit my palate.

Hisoka's pupils trembled, and he seemed to fall into a state of madness.

But Coleman was familiar with this state.

It was the prelude to a killing spree.

This person was restraining himself.

Coleman smiled helplessly.

Very well, this is a lunatic of a completely different type from me.

Tsk, my brother is really something.

Why does he always attract these kinds of lunatics?

I'm much better; the friends I make are usually just information brokers.

Of course, Ku'er Ya doesn't count.

That guy is a total pervert!

Coleman, who clearly possessed the same constitution for attracting such types, flatly denied this function of his own and attempted to pin the blame for all the lunatics he had encountered recently on his brother.

Feeling the killing intent growing heavier, Coleman pulled himself out of his thoughts.

His brows furrowed, and he felt a bit displeased.

His crimson pupils seemed to slit for a fleeting moment.

Like an irritated giant python.

He roared, releasing his own killing intent.

And Hisoka, in response, only became more and more excited.

This is the second person who has dared to clash killing intent with me!

"Coleman!"

Illumi, whose reaction time was somewhat sluggish, finally sensed that something was amiss.

Why had his cheap younger brother not returned after such a long time just to open a door?

And why hadn't that perverted clown rushed over to pester him with questions yet?

Ceasing his battle with the snacks, Illumi looked up and saw those two Little Madmen recklessly spewing killing intent.

If this continued, it would attract the administrator.

He then spoke up to call a halt to Coleman, casually flicking a thumbtack he had picked up at the same time.

Clang.

The thumbtack flew straight toward Hisoka's vital point.

Unfortunately, he dodged it, leaving it to bury itself obediently into the doorframe.

Hearing the sound, the two brothers instantly looked at the door that had been pierced.

They turned back to exchange a glance, as if they had reached some sort of agreement.

"Hisoka," "Pervert, you pay the fine."