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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Hunter_X_Hunter
  Relationship:
      Hisoka/Illumi_Zoldyck
  Character:
      Hisoka_(Hunter_X_Hunter), Illumi_Zoldyck, hisoka's_mother_is_an_original
      character, Original_Characters
  Additional Tags:
      Blood_and_Violence, Aftermath_of_Torture, illumi_has_a_thing_for_his_dad,
      Eventual_Relationships, Heavy_Angst, unnecessary_smut, Gore, Blood_and
      Gore, underage_hisoka_has_sex_with_multiple_adult_characters, Slow_Build
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      Published: 2017-12-09 Updated: 2018-01-29 Chapters: 6/? Words: 16328
****** A Laugh In The Darkness ******
by bokuakakurookentrash
Summary
     All that could be heard in the cold, abandoned warehouse was the bone
     chilling sound of a boy laughing.
     A quiet shadow disappeared from the corner of the room as if never
     there.
Notes
     this work is dedicated to emanhony whose fic "The Longest Job" got me
     into this pairing.
     sorry if this is not your cup of tea. i tend to be extreme.
     i may or may not continue this so i suggest not getting too invested
***** A Distasteful City *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Illumi disliked Zaban, he found it positively distasteful.
 
It was a city of petty crime, filled with drug dealers, shady businesses and
even shadier people.
 
The boy dodged the body of a large, hairy merchant and pulled his beige foulard
over his nose, covering his face and blocking out, if only a little, the
permanent stench that lingered in the streets of that God forsaken place.
 
'I need to get this job over with as soon as possible' he thought, as he moved
out of the way of a cart made entirely of what seemed to be rotten wood.
 
When his grandfather announced that he was ready to go on his missions alone,
Illumi had been so excited that when his father described the job to him, he
hadn’t been discouraged by the absolute lack of information on his target.
 
He was starting to regret that now.
 
He had arrived in the city two days prior and was still without a lead.
 
Amar Karafun, gender: male, age: unknown, connections: unknown, occupation: con
artist, description: long brown hair and a hooked nose.
 
Distinguishing marks: none.
 
Illumi cursed him for being so average looking.
 
Apparently Amar had scammed his very rich client and made him lose 10 000 000
jenny invested in a nonexistent stock.
 
Curse him too
 
He was pulled out of his thoughts by a shout and figure running past him,
leaving behind nothing but a fleeting laugh and a sweet scent in the air.
 
The hairy merchant he had seen before started yelling, “Ye bloody thief! I’ll
cut ye’r bloody han’s off next time I catch ye steeling from me!”
 
Illumi sighed, he didn’t dislike Zaban, he hated it.
 
 
“I did see the fella”
 
Illumi almost let a sigh of relief escape his lips, after four days he had
finally found someone who had seen his mark.
 
His informant took a sip from his pint, “He was talking to Karal ‘n her boy a
few hours ago”
 
Good, a name
 
Illumi slid the man 5000 Jenny “Where can I find this Karal?”
 
The man blinked in surprise but took the money “Ye’r not from around‘ere are
ye?”
 
Illumi discovered that the woman was well known among the habitants of Zaban,
for she owned almost all of the establishments in the gambling and red light
districts.
 
“Listen,” said the man “I don’t know why ye’r looking for Amar an’ I honestly
don’t care, but don’tcha go sticking yer nose in Karal’s business, ya hear me?”
 
The boy tilted his head to the side “Why not?”
 
The man gulped down more of his beer and sighed, “The woman owns this city. Her
eyes are everywhere I tell ya.” he stared past Illumi, his gaze unfocused
“She’s a beast to be feared.”
 
Ignoring the warning Illumi kept investigating, determined to get rid of his
mark and go home. A few other residents refused to give him any kind of
information but after a few hours he managed to gather enough to find her.
 
Full name: Karaline, surname: unknown, age: 32, connections: the mafia, the
police, politicians and other prominent public figures, occupation: former
prostitute, business woman, residence: Morow's whore house.
 
A black car pulled up beside him, the boy stared as the door opened. A woman
came out and took a drag from her long cigarette holder.
 
She was tall and angular but by no means frail, a strong layer of muscle
covered her entire body. Her hair was golden and voluminous, cropped right
beneath her ears and parted to the side. Her makeup was so thick it was almost
a mask, but her eyes, also golden, where staring straight at him with such
intensity it made him feel exposed.
 
A tasteless leopard print fur sat on her wide shoulders and partially hid how
her long, black cocktail dress hugged her boney hips. Despite that, Illumi
didn’t miss the slight bend of fancy fabric on her upper thighs.
 
Garter straps, five throwing knives on each of them.
 
The boy, on full alert, narrowed his eyes at her.
 
The woman smirked as she began to make her way towards him in long predatory
strides, her red, pointy high heels clacking on the pavement with each step.
She stopped just a foot away from Illumi who was now fully ready for battle.
  
“When I heard a Zoldyck was looking for me,” With incredible speed she grabbed
his face and leaned towards him “I assumed it would be a hunk, I wouldn’t have
dressed up if I knew it was for a brat like you.” She took another drag of her
cigarette and blew the smoke in his face.
 
Illumi recovered from the shock fast and freed himself from her grip, it didn’t
take long for him to connect the pieces together “You’re miss Karaline I
assume” It seemed she had fund him before he could and she already knew who he
was. 
 
This woman is trouble.
 
“Pinpoon~ correct!” she clapped her hands making the many bracelets she was
wearing clink together.
  
“I’m surprised your parents actually taught you how to speak! I thought
Zoldycks were a family of mute killing dolls, I’m actually impressed to find I
was wrong~” she put her hand in front of her mouth in fake shock “What did I do
to have someone pay you to assassinate me?” she asked this while passing her
hand over where her knives were, a warning.
 
Illumi had the feeling there would be quite a lot of reasons for someone to
want her dead. He suppressed his rage and ignored her insult to the Zoldyck
name. “Actually, I was originally looking for-“
 
“Amar right?~” she rudely interrupted, still smirking annoyingly. The woman was
toying with him.
 
“I’m sorry darling it seems I can’t really help you with that.” She made an
over exaggerated pout “You see, he is currently paying me back for a favour~”
 
Illumi blinked, expression as impassive as ever despite his growing irritation
“What do you mean?”
 
She seemed to read his thoughts anyways and her smirk grew “You see, my son
wanted oh so badly to have a playdate with him~” she said “So I agreed that his
debt would he paid if he agreed to play along” the lady laughed “I can never
say no to that boy! I would gladly let him kill me if he asked” she ….joked?
 
“I see. Could you tell me where I can find the two?” Illumi was a bit surprised
at how annoyed he sounded.
 
Karal clapped her hands once more, clearly amused “Ah~ since you asked so
nicely I’ll tell you!” she then murmured, “It’s not like you’ll be able to kill
Amar anyways.”
 
This b i t c h
 
The woman put out her cigarette, “I’m quite sure they’ll be right outside town,
there are many abandoned buildings Hi-chan likes to play in~”
 
Finally his answer.
 
Illumi thanked her through grit teeth and immediately started running toward
the outskirts of town, obviously trying to get away from her as fast as
physically possible.
 
Karal’s nasal laugh followed him all the way to his destination.
Chapter End Notes
     Hisoka's mama's looks are inspired by Dolores del Rio (except her
     hair and eye colour ofc), personality was inspired by a Hispanic
     woman i meet in my psychiatrist's waiting room sometimes. She is very
     eccentric and quite rude but she gives me toffee candies so i like
     her.
***** So Sick, So Beautiful *****
Chapter Summary
     PLEASE READ THE NOTES. THEY ARE IMPORTANT.
Chapter Notes
     !!!!!! ATTENTION !!!!!!
     THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS A VERY GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION OF A SEX SCENE
     BETWEEN AN UNDERAGE HISOKA AND A GROWN MAN.
     THE ADVANCES WILL BE MADE BY HISOKA AND HISOKA WILL ALWAYS HOLD THE
     REINS OF THE EXCHANGE, THIS DOES NOT MEAN THE ACT IS JUSTIFIED.
     MAKING THE MINOR THE ONE WHO INITIATES AND LETTING HIM HOLD ALL THE
     POWER DOES NOT MAKE HIM GUILTY, THE CHILD IS ALWAYS THE VICTIM.
     I BY NO MEANS CONDONE ANY KIND OF SEXUAL ACT INVOLVING A MINOR AND AN
     ADULT.
     IF ANY OF YOU COMMENT THIS BY SAYING YOU THOUGHT IF WAS 'HOT' I WILL
     REPORT YOU.
     THE REASON FOR INCLUDING THIS SCENE IN THE STORY IS FOR THE READER TO
     BE REPELLED AND APPALED BY THE STRANGE AND PROBLEMATIC BEHAVIOUR.
     IT'S ALSO ONE OF MY WAYS TO DEAL WITH MY OWN TRAUMA.
     FUTURE CHAPTERS WILL NOT CONTAIN THIS SPECIFIC KIND OF CONTENT, BUT
     THEY WILL BE GRAPHIC AND CRUDE SO I SUGGEST PEOPLE WHO ARE TRIGGERED
     BY VIOLENCE DON'T READ THIS FANFICTION FOR IT WON'T CONTAIN TRIGGER
     WARNINGS OTHER THAN THIS.
     IF YOU HAVE READ THIS FAR AND YOU DECIDE THIS IS NOT FOR YOU, PLEASE
     GO ON AND ENJOY SOME LIGHTHEARTED FLUFF INSTEAD.
     FOR THOSE INTERESTED IN THE FIC BUT NOT UP TO READING THIS CHAPTER
     THERE WILL BE A RECAP IN THE NEXT CHAPTER'S NOTES.
     TO THOSE OF YOU WHO ARE GOING TO CONTINUE READING: THERE WON'T BE
     ANOTHER TRIGGER WARNING WITHIN THE CHAPTER BECAUSE THIS CHAPTER IS A
     TRIGGER.
     GOOD LUCK AND ALSO DON'T COME COMPLAINING TO ME ABOUT THE CHAPTER IN
     SPITE OF ALL THE WARNINGS I HAVE ON HERE.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
 
“Well I’ll leave It to you, kaaaay~? Have fun Hi-chan~!” Karal waved gaily at
the two figures walking away, she looked gorgeous in the colors of the sunset.
 
Amar was far too pissed off to appreciate the view.
 
When the woman suddenly called and started blabbing about wanting him to pay
her back for the favour she did him almost two decades ago, he had agreed to
meet her because Karal was hot.
 
Yes, she was also a nutcase, but Amar had been going after her since their
teenage years and for some reason he just couldn’t give it up.
 
One could only imagine his distress when he discovered he would be paying his
debt by having to hang out with her snot-nosed son.
 
Why in the world should I babysit this little shit?
 
‘Hi-chan’ turned around from where he was walking in front of the older man
“Because I get bored easily, and I would love to play some wrestling with
someone as strong you~” the boy winked.
 
Yep, this kid’s a creep. Truly his mother’s son.
 
“Glad to know mind reading runs in the family” Amar answered sarcastically.
 
‘Hi-chan’ just smiled and faced the road in front again.
 
 
“How long is it going to take to get to where we’re going?” the man asked,
rubbing his hands together from the cold. They had been walking for more than
an hour and the sun was long gone, replaced by a full moon.
 
“Who knows~” came the carefree reply.
 
Amar rolled his eyes, annoyed. He considered abandoning the little runt and
going home but a voice in his head stopped him. A voice that sounded exactly
like Karal’s.
 
Well, why don’t you try that? If you’re prepared to lose the use of both eyes
that is~
 
He kept walking.
 
October nights weren’t exactly warm, yet the boy wore nothing but a bright
green jumpsuit with the sleeves rolled up and some sneakers.
 
Amar clicked his tongue and cursed himself, but eventually offered the kid his
jean jacket.
 
‘Hi-chan’ looked surprised for no more than a second before putting it on. He
smirked and laced one of his arms around the adult “Why, thank you~” he purred
in a tone that could not be described as anything but lecherous.
 
The man involuntarily shivered.
 
‘Hi-chan’ chuckled in an incredibly irritating way, not at all unlike Karal.
 
“How old are you even? Is that any way to act?!” Amar lashed out, flustered.
 
The kid only rubbed his head against the man’s arm “Tonight, I can be as old as
you want me to be~” he said, looking up with those golden eyes, so similar to
Karal’s.
 
Amar found himself gulping and turning his face away awkwardly.
 
This is bad. This is very bad. This brat is nuts.
 
He tried not to pay mind to the way ‘Hi-chan’’s eyes burned holes in the side
of his head or how warm the places the kid touched felt. He absolutely made
sure to ignore how good he smelled. Sweet, like the scent of a freshly ripened
peach when you first bite in to it.
 
“Say, mister,” the boy started caressing his arm with his fingers “For how long
have you been wanting to bang my mom?~”
 
It took a while for the man’s brain to process just what he had been asked, but
when it did he flushed bright red “W-what are you talking about!” he said, way
too loudly.
 
There was that smirk again, Karal’s smirk, sitting on those brat’s lips like it
belonged there.
 
Amar had to wash it away, or it might have driven him mad you see.
 
‘Hi-chan’ didn’t kiss like a kid at all, nudging at his lips with his tongue,
insisting on making the older man open his mouth. It was messy and rushed and
Amar loved it.
 
The man slipped his hands under his jean jacket and felt the softness of the
young boy’s sides, he moved his lips to his neck and started licking and
bighting there.
 
The sounds coming from ‘Hi-chan’’s lips where nothing short of lewd, he wasn’t
even trying to pretend he didn’t enjoy having the older man all over him.
 
When Amar started gripping and fondling his ass though, the kid pushed him away
and shook his head, still smirking “If you want that you’re going to have to
fight me first” he demanded.
 
The man was so distracted by the view he didn’t register the words.
 
‘Hi-chan’’s hair was a mess, chocolate locks sticking up in all directions, his
flushed cheeks contrasted with the rest of his pale skin and his lips were
bright red and slick with saliva.
 
He looked so good Amar found himself agreeing, “Yes, sure, whatever you want”.
 
 
The warehouse was cold.
 
The wooden ceiling and roof had cracks in them that let the pale moonlight
shine through. The inside was surprisingly clean of debris. The only piece of
furniture was an old tattered mattress in the corner of the room.
 
‘Hi-chan’ started stretching “The rules are simple” he announced, “the first
one to make the other unable to move wins”
 
Okay, I can work with that
 
Amar smiled. There had only been rare occasions in which he was thankful for
having been a mercenary for most of his life and this was definitely one of
them.
 
“If you win” the boy licked his lips “You get to fuck me” he said staring
straight into the other’s eyes.
 
Amar breathed a shaky breath “What if you win?” he asked out of pure curiosity.
 
“It’s a secret~!” ‘Hi-chan’ stuck his tongue out.
 
What a little shit
 
The fight started abruptly: the boy immediately charging towards the man at
full speed.
 
Fast
 
He went for a punch, the adult blocked it easily, but the force of the impact
was enough to make him slide a few steps backwards.
 
Strong
 
‘Hi-chan’ straight up moaned as Amar’s counter, a kick to the kid’s side,
connected and he collided on the ground.
 
The man smiled. He was just as excited as him now.
 
The boy quickly got up and approached again, this time deciding to stomp on the
man’s face from above. He saw Amar preparing to grab him by the feet so he
changed his stance lifting one knee up. Only one of his feet got caught and he
man couldn’t avoid the kick from the other, Amar lost his grip and watched as
‘Hi-chan’ prepared for his next attack.
 
Smart
 
The two exchanged blows for quite a while, the fight looked evenly matched: a
punch for every punch, a kick for every kick.
 
During an intense exchange of punches the boy started to look more and more
drained, he was blocking blows more than dealing them and his movements got
slightly slower.
 
Gotcha
 
Amar prepared to deal the finishing blow, he put all the strength he could into
a very powerful punch but, before it could connect, his opponent smirked ‘I
knew you’d do that’it seemed to say.
 
‘Hi-chan’ ducked at an amazing speed and threw a powerful kick at the adult’s
kneecap.
 
CRACK
 
Amar’s scream echoed through the warehouse.
 
It was the kid’s win.
 
The boy dragged the adult to the mattress “I won right? So now I get to do what
I want!” he eagerly exclaimed, golden eyes wild.
 
The man, still in pain, struggled to free himself, unsettled by the look in
‘Hi-chan’’s eyes, but he relaxed and chuckled when he saw the boy taking off
his obnoxious jumpsuit “If your goal was the same as mine why didn’t you just
let me win?”
 
The kid, now naked, pulled the adult’s cock out of his pants “And where is the
fun in that~?” he asked, but didn’t wait for an answer before taking it in his
mouth.
 
 
When the abandoned industrial area finally came to view, Illumi sighed in
frustration, it extended for miles.  It was dark, he was cold and it would have
taken ages to figure in which one of the buildings would have found his mark.
 
Thankfully, it wasn’t too long before he heard a scream, he quickly made his
way towards the noise.
 
It took him half an hour to reach the warehouse and by the time he got there,
all that Illumi could think of was getting rid of the fucker as quickly as
possible so he could return to the warm and cozy comfort of his chambers.
 
The boy, who had been awake for days, walked towards the entrance then mentally
scolded himself and headed to one of the second floor’s windows.
 
Until that moment he had assumed that Karal’s son was younger than him and the
lady gave him to Amar so she could get a good night’s rest. He was so tired
that he had already pushed the sound of the scream all the way to the back of
his mind. Illumi had expected to find some kind of pathetic domestic scene
waiting for him when he finally arrived to take the target’s life, maybe he
would have even brought the child back to his mother.
 
The echoes coming from inside startled his sleep deprived brain wide awake.
Nothing could have prepared him for what he saw when he peaked through one of
the cracks in the ceiling.
 
The pale boy illuminated by the moonlight couldn’t have been more than four
years older than him yet, somehow, the loud vulgar noises he was emitting
didn’t seem at all out of place coming from his mouth.
 
His mark sat on a tattered mattress, his left knee was purple, clearly broken.
He was panting as he bounced the child up and down over his dick.
 
Illumi stood frozen in place for what felt like ages.
 
“Ah~ AAhn~!”
 
A particularly loud moan made him flinch. He watched the boy tremble.
 
“I’m getting close, Mister~ Please, please make me cum~!” he was repeating that
over and over and scratching the other’s back so hard it was bleeding.
 
Illumi felt sick as he watched Amar grab the smaller dick and jerking the kid
off, his hand so big it covered it all easily. Another adult hand, one he was
very familiar with, came to his mind making his insides feel funny.
 
He covered his ears, desperately trying to block out the sounds the man was
emitting, “I’ll let you cum, but you have to be a good boy and wait for me
yeah?” Amar said in his deep and husky voice.
 
The assassin considered going down and ripping the two apart from each other,
then rip their hearts out too just so he wouldn’t have to witness any more of
that disgusting scene, of those disgusting feelings that were rising inside him
at the idea of a different man holding him that way.
 
As the two seemed to get closer and closer to the climax, Illumi was reaching
his own limit, he was ready to take action, to get rid of both of them, when
something completely unexpected happened.
 
A sudden outburst of bloodlust came from the brunet boy as he grabbed Amar’s
throat and squeezed, pressing his thumbs down, hard against the man’s
esophagus.
 
His mark gasped and tried to pry the hands off him, while he weakened because
of the lack of oxygen, the kid only smiled and moaned harder as he kept riding
the now dying man, looking into his scared frantic eyes.
 
Just as the man struggled one last time, the boy stuck his nails into his
throat and came hard as blood splattered over him.
 
 
Illumi wanted to go home.
 
He was exhausted physically and emotionally, his mark was dead, that meant he
was free.
 
Why couldn’t he move?
 
He had been surrounded by death all his life, he never thought much of killing
people before, he didn’t dislike it but he didn’t enjoy it either. To him
killing was just a job.
 
Witnessing a murder shouldn’t have affected him that much yet, something was
keeping him glued to the spot, eyes not missing a single move of the older kid
as he detached himself from Amar, ran a hand through the corpse’s long hair and
dressed himself again.
 
Once fully dressed and standing, he nudged the lifeless body “Time to get up~”
he said and then started laughing as if he had witnessed the best comedy of the
year.
 
As he listened to the genuine, shameless pleasure in the boy’s voice, Illumi
heart skipped a beat.
 
The shape of the shadows made by the moonlight filtering through the cracks in
the roof?
 
Wonderful.
 
The dead body of his target, eyes glazed over, dick out, broken knee shattered
neck?
 
Magnificent.
 
The smell of blood and with a hint of something sweet flooding the room?
 
Exquisite.
 
The pale boy laughing and still covered in that same blood?
 
Beautiful.
 
Illumi sent a text to his father ‘the target is dead. I’m coming home’and then
vanished in the shadow as he came.
 
The boy's laughter echoed in his ears all the way just like his mother's had.
Chapter End Notes
     I was abused and molested by a 19 year old when i was 12.
     Just putting it out there in case anyone decides to get all pissy at
     me for sexualizing a child because it's hot because i sure as hell
     fucking didn't and you would know it if you had read the warning
     notes.
     to all of you who are still enjoying the fic, thank you so much for
     your support! bless you!
***** A Mother And Her Child *****
Chapter Summary
     we're all going to empathize with the creepy, pervert clown whether
     we like it or not.
Chapter Notes
     hey hey hey fore those of you who didn't read chapter 2 but still
     stuck around here's what happened in a speedy recap
     *narrator voice*
     PREVIOUSLY ON ALITD
     hisoka wants to fight amar.
     his mom makes a call to the man telling him his needs to pay his debt
     back
     amar agrees to meet her in hope of wooing her
     amar gets stuck having to hang out with her kid instead
     to get the fight he wants hisoka flirts with the man using the fact
     that he looks just like his mom at his vantage
     they end up fighting if amar wins he gets to bang hisoka
     kisoka wins and he decides he also wants to bang amar
     illumi arrives at the scene and sees them together
     hisoka killes amar during sex and laughes in joy
     illumi falls in love with the spontaneity and beauty of hisoka's
     killings
Hisoka really respected his mother, It was the pure and unaltered truth.
 
Karal had started at the very bottom, sold to a pimp by her own parents at the
tender age of 9, she had to endure all kinds of things to survive in the war
that was her everyday life, but surviving had never really interested such a
smart, prideful child as Karaline, her goal was one and one only: winning.
 
And boy, did she ever.
 
She had done everything she could to become as known as possible. From the
different tastes in personality her clients had to weird sex toys and extreme
kinks, she had absorbed everything she learned ad applied it until she was
popular and well liked amongst even the wealthy.
 
With popularity came freedom and when Karaline was finally allowed to have her
own money, her plan was put in action. For years she anonymously sold the pricy
gifts she received, she then invested the money in secure stocks she had heard
her economist and banker clients bragged about investing in themselves.
 
Karal had been playing a very slow and calculated game of Monopoly right under
the nose of the people who only thought of her as a ‘good fuck’ and when it had
been time to collect the jackpot, the entirety of those people had gotten a
massive financial assfuck.
 
A truly well deserved one.
 
By the time she was 17 she owned almost a quarter of Zaban city, she had
completely reformed the parts of the gambling and red lights districts she
controlled, she made sure to keep all of her employees happy and agreeable so
they had no reason to revolt.
 
After years of living under pressure and changing her personality every night
to suit her clients, the woman was a wreck and people had noticed the weirdness
in their leader’s behaviour.
 
Instead of moving to one of the presidential suites of her many newer
buildings, Karal had decided to stay in the red light district, on the last
floor of the brothel she herself used to work at.
 
If asked why the answer was always the same: ‘To protect my girls, of course~’.
 
Karal was prideful, moody, witty, sarcastic and she absolutely loved drama,
everything she did seemed to be selfish and out of the blue, she seriously did
not understand some human emotions, but she protected her own and that was all
that had mattered to the community.
 
It still did
 
With her people being on her side betrayal was out of the question and thanks
to the immense jar of dirt she had collected during her many years of listening
to her clients’ gossip, she had become untouchable by the outside.
 
Her little kingdom had just kept growing from that point on.
 
Karaline loved her child, more than her life.
 
When the woman had discovered she was with child a year later, she had been
beyond herself with joy at the thought of finally being able to keep it, of
course, considering her personality, It was going to be a challenge, but one
that she was willing to accept.
 
Karaline had promised herself she was going to grow and better herself
alongside the baby, she was going to be an understanding and kind mother and,
ultimately, she was.
 
Except for her daily shade with a cup of tea of course.
 
Hisoka always loved the name his mother had given him.
 
Secretive, enigmatic, inexplicable
 
It fit like a glove.
 
It had taken the woman three years to choose it. One day, the toddler, at the
time only referred to as ‘baby’ and ‘my sunshine’, had decided to play hide and
seek and without telling anyone, he had disappeared.
 
When the adults had realized he was nowhere in the house, Karal had started a
crazy search through the city, all the Ladies and his mother’s close friends
had looked for him until late in the night. When they had returned at the
brothel, dragging a protesting, hysterical Karaline with them, they had found
him sitting in the lobby on the carpet humming and playing.
 
The adults had been furious with him, they had screamed over each other, faces
red in rage and worry, they had lectured him over and over, but his mother had
fallen silent, her eyes staring at him, expression unreadable.
 
“Where have you been?” it had been a simple question, asked calmly, but when
Karal had spoken it, everyone had stopped speaking immediately.
 
The small child had just smiled at her and said “Shhh! Secret!”
 
That had been it for his mother, giant tears had started pouring out of her
eyes “DO YOU NOT REALIZE HOW WORRIED I’VE BEEEN? NEVER, EVER DO THAT AGAIN,
HISOKA!”
 
Hisoka loved his name, given to him on a nasty whim of a moment, even though
Karal had been insisting for years that she would give him nothing but a
perfect name.
 
After all, the woman wouldn’t be his mother without her antics.
 
He admired Karal like one would a queen. He loved to see her work in his
office, kicking debt collectors’ asses, managing everything on her own and
somehow always finding time train him, to cook him meals and sit at the table
with him every single day.
 
Hisoka was extremely proud of his mother, proud of his childhood surrounded by
the cheesy pink wallpaper, the tacky furniture, the sweet taste of cheap
bubble-gum and the laughter of the Ladies he considered his extended family.
 
The teenager’s childhood had been a cheerful one, maybe not a typical one, not
one where the white noise at night wasn’t the sound of many girls moaning in
unison, but a happy one nonetheless.
 
 
Hisoka loved his mother more than anyone else in the world.
 
While walking home that night two years ago, he had decided to keep the fact
that he had slept with Amar a secret.
 
Karal was a strong woman but he had noticed that she had been worrying sick
about the sado-masochistic tendencies he was starting to display during his
fights, she had probably been blaming herself for being warm for one second
then ice the next, not that she would have ever told him.
 
Or so he had thought.
 
It had become evident the young teen had made the right choice when he had seen
his mother sitting at the kitchen table tapping her perfectly manicured fingers
on the wood, she had been looking at baby pictures of him and instead of her
usual smirk, there had been a pained look on her face. “Welcome back, Hi-chan”
she had greeted him.
 
“Hello, mama~” he had walked over to her, “You look horrible, that expression
doesn’t suit you at all~” he remembered putting his arms around her, only to be
surprised at how cold her body had been. “It’s okay, I came back home, see?” he
had whispered, hugging her tighter.
 
The woman had sighed deeply “I always worry” she had sounded drained in any way
possible “Your obsession with fighting keeps getting worse and worse, the look
on your face before a fight is absolutely disgusting” she had said “ And there
I go again, saying mean things. I wonder if it’s my fault you turned out like
this, I wonder if it would have been better not to train you when you were so
young.” without her makeup she had looked older than her age, so fragile.
 
Hisoka had reassured her that, considering how many enemies she had, teaching
him how to fight had been the right choice.
 
Karal had turned around facing him, “I’m too unstable! If I had let go of my
ambitions, of my pride and selfishness I wouldn’t have had to teach you how to
fight in the first place! If I had just sold everything to raise you in a
better household, you wouldn’t have been exposed to the violence and filth of
this world! If only I could have been a better mother..” she had then shaken
her head wiping her tears away along with any trace of weakness, “Forget that
shit. Just promise me not to take it too far. I don’t want you to get hurt,
Hisoka.” she had finished, staring with determination into her son’s eyes that
were so similar to hers.
 
Hisoka had only promised her he would never get hurt “I’m the strongest of all
fighters after all~”
 
The woman had then scoffed giving up, then, she had smirked, “Just be careful
yeah? Now you better get that blood off of you before you go to bed, you
wouldn’t want to fight mama, would you?”
 
Her son had worn a mirror expression of hers while he had blurted out the only
possible answer he could have given “Actually, I would love that.”
 
Hisoka remembered his mother’s retort to that comment all too well.
 
“I know you would, you get off on that crap!” she had laughed her irritating
laugh, unaware that her worst fears had already come true and that, had been no
joke at all.
 
 
Hisoka, now 15, stared at the corpse of his mother, laying face up on the
stainless, funky neon carpet of the common room, the hint of a smirk cornering
her lips even though her chest had been penetrated, her heart ripped out then
placed in her slender manicured hand. Her throwing knives were nowhere to be
found.
 
Hisoka was in front of his dead mother, the mom he admired, the mommy who had
always been there for him, his mama, who he loved so very much but, at that
moment, he could not shed one tear.
 
It was as if that snippet in time had been cut away from the original timeline.
 
As if someone robbed from him of his moment of humanity and replaced it with a
single, cold word, making it the only thing his brain could come up with, in
reaction to a scene that would have rendered even the most ruthless soldier a
mess.
 
Elegant.
 
The boy packed the few things in the house he valued, cradled her cold body in
his arms and left, walking towards the woods.
 
Digging a hole in the still frozen dirt with his bare hands proved to be a good
distraction from the hurt that was finally seeping into his heart at the
realization that, out of the many bodies he had created and will create in the
future, the only one he would ever bury was going to be Karal’s.
 
Hisoka felt sick when he saw the results of his efforts. The pain becoming so
insistent, not even he could avoid clenching his jaw.
 
The woman was wearing her favourite fur coat, the teen had fixed her hair and
makeup, trying his best to make her look at peace, but her defiant smirk had
stubbornly remained on her face.
 
The beautiful but poisonous potted plant she treated as if it was her pet was
placed through the hole where her heart used to be, he had made sure to cover
all its roots carefully with dirt so it could continue living.
 
In her arms she was cradling the big red music box in which she had kept his
first baby shoes, the few pictures they had taken together, all of her
impressive jewelry collection and finally, this one item just added: her heart.
 
Truly the finest addition to your collection, mama~. No other jewel could ever
compare.
 
He ended up throwing a few pieces of candy he had in his pocket in the grave as
well.
 
Just in case she gets hungry in the Afterlife
 
Not that either of them really believed in such a thing.
 
Hisoka took one last good look at the woman whose dramatic expressions he would
never see again, whose shrill voice and nasal laugh he would never hear again,
in whose kind arms he could never find comfort or warmth again.
 
The tears came all at once, the boy let them flow freely he slowly started
filling in the grave with dirt burying his mama and the small piece of human
empathy that he had left in him.
 
Goodbye.
 
The teenager hoisted himself off the ground and walked away, further into the
woods, carrying the last items linking him to a family of any kind.
 
A silver hairbrush, cosmetics and a set of French playing cards.
***** A Child And His Father *****
Chapter Summary
     Illumi has daddy issues.
Chapter Notes
     WARNING
     this chapter may make some uncomfortable because it hints to Illumi
     being secretly attracted to his father.
Illumi’s eyes widened ever so slightly when he saw the look on his father’s
face.
 
Silva Zoldyck was a man whose appearance screamed ‘powerful’, standing at 6’6’’
feet tall, his presence was enough to intimidate the bravest of men.
 
His stance gave away the strict, gruesome training he had undergone his entire
life and his sharp features adorned by his signature grim and dignified
expression, only added to that image of unbeatable strength.
 
When Illumi saw him returning home after his mission looking nothing short of
ridiculously confused, he almost dropped his baby brother in surprise. The
toddler gurgled in disdain, catching their father’s attention.
 
The expression was gone so fast it made the boy wonder if it was ever really
there, he bowed his head in respect, “Welcome back, father.”
 
Silva nodded shortly in reply and started methodically taking off his work
clothes, butlers rushing to bring him a clean bathrobe.
 
Illumi tried his best not to let his gaze linger on the way his father’s back
muscles moved while he changed and he definitely did not notice the droplets of
water sliding down his strong shoulder blades.
 
The boy had not realized the way he looked at his father wasn’t normal, he
hadn’t known just what he wanted from the man until a fateful night two years
prier, when he witnessed pure insanity in the form of golden eyes and
unsettling laughter.
 
The sound of the heavy front door opening mixed with the one of thunder “Ho,
ho! Looks like at least someone’s mission was interesting!” Zeno Zoldyck walked
inside covered in blood and rain.
 
“Grandfather, welcome back” Illumi bowed his head once more, Kalluto’s chubby
hand pulled on his hair as he looked up.
 
“Father, we weren’t expecting you for another two days” Silva walked towards
the older man and clasped his already extended hand in a strong handshake.
 
“Well, it turns out they don’t make cult leaders as strong as they used to” the
older man joked “Very disappointing indeed” Silva nodded in agreement.
 
The boy stood awkwardly, not sure if he had been excused from the conversation
yet. His brother started squirming in his arms so he adjusted his hold and went
back to listening.
 
“So,” Zeno had already changed out of his bloodied clothes and was now wearing
a robe not unlike Silva’s “What kind of fighter has got my soon looking so
shook?” he asked, amused.
 
Illumi watched as his father sighed uncharacteristically, “The profile said my
mark was a skilled Conjurerand very good in a close-range fight so I was
expecting a long thought out battle but,” the man mumbled low enough that
Illumi couldn’t hear the end of the sentence.
 
The boy unconsciously frowned, bothered by Silva’s actions. What kind of person
dared make his father act so human? What kind of intense personality could have
made him so baffled that it even showed in his voice?
 
Since the day he was born, he had never received anything but cold evaluation
from the man. No matter how perfect his disguise, how strong his pain
resistance, how clean his kill, Illumi knew he would never receive more than a
nod of unimpressed approval.
 
The only people who had ever made his father look anything but stern were his
grandfather, his mother and more recently, his younger brother Killua.
 
Illumi had eventually learned to ignore the ugly feelings of jealousy he had,
towards Kikyou especially, and had tried to resign himself to the fact that
nobody in the world, not even him and his other black haired siblings, would
ever be able to climb the wall of utter indifference separating them from Silva
Zoldyck’s heart.
 
The old man raised an eyebrow “Sorry I didn’t hear, she said what?” he asked in
a serious voice, only his eyes betrayed his glee.
 
Silva’s ears went slightly pink as he repeated himself louder “She just smirked
and told me I was late”
 
The sound of tacky jewelry clanking and familiar smirk flashed across his mind.
 
Illumi saw red.
 
It had took him 11 years of his life to stop himself from obsessing over how to
obtain his father’s affections, 11 years of desperately trying to pull any kind
of reaction out of his the man. Even something as fleeting as the shadow of a
smile thrown his way would have been enough for him.
 
The boy had not spent his whole life clawing at the impenetrable wall to see
some irritating woman effortlessly walk through it as if performing a magic
trick.
 
Zeno laughed wholeheartedly, if it was at his own displeased expression or at
Silva’s, the boy didn’t know. The old man made his way towards the baths,
followed by his scowling son and a swarm of butlers.
 
Illumi let his breath escape, by the time his annoyance had cooled off, the
butlers had already cleaned the floor and he was the only one left in the
entrance. It took a while for him to realize Kalluto was crying and throwing a
fit in his arms: the boy had unconsciously been digging his nails into the
toddler’s flesh and blood was gushing out of his round thighs.
 
Mother is going to have my head.
 
The boy made his way to the infirmary as fast as he could, Kikyou was already
there, holding Killua’s small hand in hers as a butler wrapped the child’s
ankle.
 
Killua was his father’s favourite child and he looked so much like him, Illumi
couldn’t help being biased as well.
 
Concern took over.
 
“What happened to Killu?” He asked and immediately cursed himself as his mother
screamed in horror.
 
“What have you done to my baby?!” The woman cried, furious.
 
Illumi panicked, there was no way she would forgive him if she knew the truth.
Kikyou was going to torture him or worse, she was going to tell her husband
what he did. The boy desperately tried to form an excuse but nothing came to
mind.
 
The woman made sure Killua was seated on one of the beds before walking towards
her older child in fast menacing steps, the boy, scared and still holding
Kalluto, couldn’t react fast enough.
 
The slap echoed through the hall.
 
Kikyou smiled sweetly and asked “Illumi dear, what did you do to your baby
brother?” and just like that, the conditions were met for her power to work.
 
‘I’m doomed’ was the boy’s last free thought before his mother took over his
mind and he listened to himself answering her question honestly and in detail.
 
 
When his torture was finally over, it was morning already. Illumi walked
directly into his room, too upset to bathe or have breakfast.
 
He examined his wounds: he was covered in bruises from where Kikyou had hit
him, his right hand was bloodied, all of his fingernails having been pulled
out, his left hand was crushed with a large hammer and was broken in at least 5
points. He had 2 broken ribs and 1 inclined one, second degree burns on his
shoulders and back, 10 whip marks over that.
 
He sighed. It hurt.
 
Illumi sat on his bed with his back to the wall in silence. His eyes burned but
he didn’t allow himself to cry, he concentrated instead, hoping to catch his
parents’ conversation from the dining room.
 
“Good morning” the boy shivered at the fond tone of his father’s voice.
 
“Good morning, dear” a pause, ‘probably a kiss on the cheek’ Illumi thought,
bitterly “Where are the kids?”
 
“Illumi was with you” he trembled again, hearing the man say his name “Milluki
just finished training with father, Killua and Alluka are playing before their
own training and Kalluto is in his crib, sleeping”
 
“Oh, I see” Kikyou, satisfied with the answer, started eating.
 
The boy listened anxiously to the sound of cutlery moving, dreading the moment
his mother would bring up what had happened the night before, but she never
did. Apparently, the accident that she had him tortured for all night wasn’t
even worth mentioning to her husband.
 
I hate her
 
His mother claimed to love Alluka and Kalluto as much as she loved Killua. She
doted on them endlessly and freaked out every time they got injured. Her love
for them looked real, but Illumi knew the truth.
 
He and had once had been the one Kikyou showered with affection only to get
bored with him when he turned five. She had done the same with her second
child.
 
Milluki, unlike him, had always loved his mother so when she transferred all
her attention to Killua, all he could do was transform his sorrow into anger
directed at the newborn.
 
His mother ruined Milluki and now she complained about his shut-in behavior and
fear of people as if she hadn’t broken the child herself.
 
I despise her
 
Of course she was never going to get bored with Killua, the golden child, the
one and only Zoldyck heir, but she was surely going to destroy the other two,
starting from Alluka, who she secretly loathed for being born a girl.
 
I want her gone
 
What bothered him the most was how no matter what Kikyou did to them, his
father would still love her all the same. He clenched his fists in anger
wishing he was strong enough to fight his mother. He wanted to be able to tear
open her brain and fuck it up just like she could do to him, he wanted to make
her obey all of his orders, to see just what if would take to make his father
finally come to hate her…
 
A twisted thought went through Illumi’s head and he whimpered at the pleasure
it brought him.
 
Maybe, just maybe, if I get strong enough I can make him mine, I can make him
love me the same way he loves her. In the west wing, privately, at night and
unconcerned by those who hear.
 
Silva’s head turned towards Illumi’s chambers as he felt the explosion of his
son’s dark powerful Nen aura for the first time.
 
The corner of his mouth twitched.
***** Hisoka Meets The Circus *****
Chapter Summary
     my own take on Hisoka's origin story.
Chapter Notes
     originally posted on Dec the 18th 2017. edited on Jan the 3rd 2018.
     i decided to add more to this chapter.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
It had taken Hisoka no longer than a day to lose all interest in his past in
Zaban and after half a year of travelling around the Kukan’yu Kingdom, avoiding
Hunter Association Territory or course, the boy was bored again.
 
Hisoka decapitated an infamous retired soldier and sighed. He had come looking
for her after hearing she lived in a small mountain village in the west of the
kingdom. She was not worth the trouble.
 
Such a letdown~
 
All those he had challenged in the past few months were defeated one by one. He
had become exponentially stronger than before and finding a good opponent was
becoming more and more difficult.
 
The boy threw the woman’s head at the wall in frustration making it shatter, he
sighed again, uncharacteristically unamused by the display of blood and brains
splattered all over.
 
Hisoka decided to search the house in hope of keeping himself entertained.
 
Thirty minutes later, all he found out was that the soldier’s first name was
Emi, the corpse in the master bedroom, missing its limbs, belonged to her wife
Seraphine and, based on the brochures and the two first class blimp tickets,
they were planning to go to Glam Gas Land on their honeymoon.
 
He hesitated in taking one of the blimp tickets. He had already been to the
city before when Karal had brought him along on one of her business trips.
Hisoka didn’t exactly like the idea of finding himself in a place filled with
casinos, hotels and entertainment of all kinds, it was dull, he’d already seen
that kind of world, in fact he was born into it.
 
It was also true that he was bored to death and the tickets would be a free
pass to go to the United States of Saherta, a whole new country to explore
where he was sure to find people of every kind.
 
 
It was a warm September night in Glam Gas Land, Hisoka had arrived an hour
prior and he was now observing the residents of the city from under a
streetlight on the side of the main road. They did not look of feel any
different from the ones he had encountered before.
 
Hisoka was shuffling his cards halfheartedly, already uninterested when
suddenly, he shivered and felt goose bumps start to form on his arms. He
laughed like a maniac as he analyzed his surroundings.
 
Where? Where is it coming from?
 
His eyes landed on a young man who was making his way through the crowd,
blending perfectly into it thanks to the rags he was wearing. He was most
likely in his early twenties, of average height and well built. His hair was
black and he had a dark stubble.
 
If it wasn’t for Hisoka’s sixth sense, he would have gone completely unnoticed.
 
Found you~
 
The sixteen year old licked his lips in delight and charged at full speed,
playing cards in hand and itching for a good fight.
 
The man reacted immediately, as if already ready for the attack, he caught all
the cards thrown at him and managed to immobilize the boy, all of this taking
no longer than a moment.
 
Hisoka was so stunned his whine of pleasure got stuck in his throat.
 
“Don’t go picking fights with pro-hunters dude, you’ll never win the way you
are now” the stranger seemed to be considering something, then he nodded “You
seem strong so I’m sure you’ll survive” he said before punching the kid with
such an incredible power he screamed out in pain and fell to the ground.
 
The traveler placed the playing cards on the asphalt next to his face “You
might even thank me for this one day” Then he left, whistling and unconcerned,
leaving the injured boy in the middle of the road.
 
Well, that didn’t go as expected~
 
Hisoka emitted a sound resembling a laugh and coughed up blood.
 
When he woke up, he was being poked with a stick like some kind of dead animal.
 
“Looks like he’s still breathing” he heard someone say, “Maybe he got done in
by bandits…or not, he still has his backpack.” more poking “Moritonio, let’s
hurry” said someone else “We still have to prepare for the show, just leave
him!”
 
Rude
 
“Boy” the word was spoken with authority showing the person who it belonged to
knew he was conscious “Can you speak? I am Moritonio, a traveling performer,
who are you?”
 
Hisoka opened his eyes and clicked his tongue when light invaded his vision,
making his head throb. The boy quickly realized he wasn’t going to be in a
state to fight for at least a few days so he decided to play nice and let them
take care of him.
 
“Hisoka” he replied, delivering the word as a joke.
 
 
Moritonio’s troupe was quite famous, Hisoka watched as people gathered around
in haste in order to see the show.
 
Because of his mysterious injury, the boy had missed the one they did the week
before, but now that he was healed he could observe the member’s performances
and estimate their combat ability from his seat in the audience.
 
Hmm, not bad, not quite enough to get me excited but they will have to do
 
By the end, Hisoka was getting restless, he hadn’t fought anybody in too long
so he couldn’t wait to get his hands on one of the more talented ones in the
troupe.
 
“It’s Moritonio!” the crowd went wild at the appearance of the man “Sky
swimming, sky swimming!” they all started chanting.
 
The boy kept his eyes glued to him.
 
Moritonio walked slowly and elegantly until the middle of the stage then the
jumped and started…floating.
 
The crowd’s cheers went louder and louder as the man defied gravity by walking
on the walls and the ceiling of the arena, Hisoka’s surprise didn’t last long,
immediately looking at his surroundings in order to find the trick, to his
frustration, he could only find clues.
 
When Moritonio had started floating, the audience’s metallic belongings had all
been pulled towards the top of the arena so it was safe to assume the technique
had something to do with magnetic forces, the second hint was the thick
translucent substance surrounding the man’s body.
 
Hisoka was trembling in delight at the new revelations.
 
How very intriguing~
 
After the show, the boy immediately got someone to escort him to Moritonio’s
office.
 
When they arrived, the boss was in the middle of a discussion with the
‘Strongest Man’ and his woman, they were probably talking about Hisoka himself.
The man dismissed them as soon as he saw him.
 
“Oh~?” the boy feigned ignorance “It seems I have intruded on something~” he
leaned against a desk and put a hand on his hip.
 
The man walked towards him and handed him Hisoka’s own playing cards “These
were next to you when we found you. Can you do any tricks or the like?”
 
Hisoka smirked and took them “Why of course I can~” he purred and spread the
cards out in a fan without even mixing them, confident in his skills.
 
“Pick a card, any card~” Moritonio did so and then put it back on the top of
the deck as instructed by the boy.
 
“Now let’s mix them up okay? You’ll be doing it like this: divide them in two
halves and put one over the other for as many times as you want” Hisoka
demonstrated by putting half the deck on the desk and the other half over it.
 
The man shuffled the cards making sure to divide the two piles differently each
time and put them back down. Hisoka collected the deck and looked through it
frowning dramatically “Looks like the two of spades became invisible!” he
pretended to pick out a card and handed it to him “Can you hold it for me?”
 
Moritonio blinked in surprise: the boy already knew what he had picked. He
decided to play along taking the ‘invisible card’ in his hands. The boy
chuckled under his breath and closed the deck, holding it into his left hand.
 
“Now I want you to choose any number between let’s say five and twenty five”
while he was saying that, he counted off three cards in his right hand and put
them back in his left to demonstrate what he was going to do with the number.
 
“Thirteen” Moritonio said and then observed Hisoka as he put the cards down one
by one.
 
“Now of course, when I will turn this last card it won’t be the one you chose
because it is now invisible and you’re the one holding it.” he boy turned the
card revealing a three of diamonds then he took the cards from the desk and put
them back on top of the deck.
 
“Could you please place it here?~” after the ‘invisible card’ was back in his
hand with all the others, Hisoka snapped his fingers “I made that card visible
again so let’s get counting~”
 
The man stared in awe as the boy counted to thirteen and presented him the two
of spades “And here it is~”
 
Moritonio started clapping “Bravo! Even better than me!” he exclaimed, “Who
taught you?”
 
“My mama was a very skillful woman~” he replied smirking.
 
 
Abaki pouted while watching Moritonio and Hisoka chat pleasantly, seemingly
unaware of her presence.
 
“Boss!” the two turned towards her, the boy smirking knowingly “It’s time for
my training did you forget?” she crossed her arms over her chest, upset by the
revelation Hisoka had been ignoring her on purpose.
 
Moritonio pushed his glasses higher on the bridge of his nose and smiled “So it
is! I’ll be right there!” he said, but turned towards the boy once again
“Hisoka, ‘A talent is worth its weight in gold above anything else’” he
lectured, then, winked “Polish yours, polish it!”
 
While walking out of the room, Abaki shivered at the low chuckle she heard
coming from Hisoka, her boss just smiled.
 
The girl couldn’t concentrate on her training. For some reason the presence of
Hisoka in the troupe really unsettled her.
 
Moritonio noticed, of course, “Abaki, your Ten is wavering” he warned her.
 
Abaki looked at Moritonio and frowned “Boss, everyone is worried, we think that
boy may be involved in something. Why else would have been laying in the middle
of the road in that condition? His past and skills are also suspicious, what if
he has powerful enemies? What would become of the troupe then?”
 
The girl voiced some of her concern, but that wasn’t all, there was definitely
something wrong with Hisoka although she couldn’t pinpoint what exactly.
 
“Careful there! Focus!” Moritonio instructed, “I understand your distress, but
I simply cannot bring myself to turn away someone without a home, weren’t you
the same once?”
 
Abaki bit her tongue, being called the same as Hisoka just didn’t sit well with
her.
 
The man seemed to notice and sighed, “His tricks are quite good and you two are
pretty much the same age right? Try to be nice to him”
 
 
After a few days, the girl still hadn’t approached Hisoka.
 
She didn’t want to, being around him made her uneasy, but it was a request from
the boss so dismissing it was out of the question.
 
Abaki was walking to her dorm after her training when she saw him.
 
Hisoka was sitting on the floor in the common room humming creepily and
building a castle of cards. The girl stopped, she had never really spoken to a
boy his age before, she didn’t know how to start her conversation.
 
Abaki watched as he completed his castle and took the first step, deciding to
compliment him on it, but before she could, Hisoka knocked his own creation to
the floor.
 
The boy let out a disturbing laugh with an unreadable look in his eyes, Abaki
took a step back suddenly afraid, but he turned around to face her, laughter
still in his features “Aren’t you going to join me, darling~”
 
The girl reluctantly walked towards him and attempted a smile “You really like
cards don’t you?” she said.
 
Her shaking voice seemed to amuse him, he patted the floor beside him, a poorly
veiled order “Abaki, one of the side performers, you do tricks involving
jumping rope,” Hisoka stated.
 
He started gathering his cards, “You’re secretly practicing whip techniques in
hope of becoming a lion tamer, quite the aspiration you’ve got there~” he
smirked at her look of surprise “Don’t worry, I’m the only one who noticed~ I
won’t tell Rosa you’re after her job” he winked.
 
Abaki couldn’t help but feel as if she was being threatened “If you want to
know what my training with the boss is about, I won’t tell you.” She glared at
him despite her fear, ready to fight to keep her secret from him.
 
Hisoka made a show of making the cards disappear in his hands, then, he
caressed her check and leaned in “You have such scared, defiant eyes” he said
in a low voice “Beautiful~” his grip on her face tightened and he dug his nails
in her flesh making her gasp, he took that instant to kiss her deeply.
 
The girl, bit down on his lip, making him bleed. She jumped to her feet “What
are you doing?!” she asked, blushing bright red.
 
Hisoka got up in one smooth motion and wiped the blood off his smirk “My, my~
was that perhaps your first kiss?” her blush deepened which made the boy
chuckle “That’s so cute~”.
 
Abaki had never felt so humiliated “You’re one crazy bastard!” tears were
starting to form at the corners of her eyes, the boy didn’t care he just raised
an eyebrow and came closer.
 
“You should learn to be more honest with yourself~ I may be crazy indeed, but
what does that make you? Enjoying that joke of a kiss, you must be a total
pervert~” and just like that he walked away, leaving the girl angry and
confused.
 
 
“Abaki, why are you avoiding the poor boy? All you do is glare at him from
across the room, I thought I told you to get along with him” Moritonio paid the
store clerk and passed her some of the plastic bags.
 
She had known something was suspicious when her boss volunteered to help her
with her chores, but she wasn’t expecting to get scolded for ignoring that
creep “I tried to talk to him and all he did was make fun of me, I’d rather not
associate with him.” She said, trying her best to keep the irritation out of
her voice.
 
Moritonio sighed, “I’m quite disappointed in you” Abaki clicked her tongue and
looked for something that could change the conversation “Boss, looks like
there’s a serial killer in town” she said, pointing at one of the many ‘wanted’
posters.
 
“Oh, it’s Hundred-face John Doe” the man seemed to have heard of him
“Apparently he kills all of his victims in the same way” he paused, stroking
his beard “He crushes them to death” the corner of his lips twitched at Abaki’s
shocked expression.
 
The girl regained her composure “I understand what ‘Hundred-faced’ means, but
what’s ‘John Doe’?” she asked, curious.
 
“It’s an old name, it’s used to refer to a fictional individual” Moritonio
explained “Judging by the fact the victims are killed in the same way, it’s
safe to assume the same person did it, but every time footage of the culprit is
caught, it seems his appearance is different. He’s a true master of disguise,
this entire wall of ‘wanted’ prints are him”
 
Abaki scowled at the posters “What a nasty fellow, he’s probably getting caught
on tape on purpose, the showoff!” Moritonio threw his head back and laughed
loudly “Just make sure to be careful okay? No walking in alleyways at night!”
 
When they returned, Toby came to get them in a rush “Tonio! It’s Kishita, he’s
injured” the man led them to the training gym, the juggler was on the ground
holding his leg in pain, his partner Yasuda was by his side.
 
“What happened?” asked the boss, “Sorry Tonio, I lost my footage during
practice. I think it’s broken” Moritonio rubbed his temples “Today we’re at the
Princess Hotel. It could have been the perfect occasion to clean up our routine
before our Royal Glam performance but…” said Yasuda.
 
“We’ll do without the juggling act for today” the boss announced “The problem
is who we should replace it with..” the troupe members looked at one another,
concerned.
 
“Allow me!” Abaki turned toward the voice and frowned. Hisoka was slowly making
his way towards the group of performers “You?!” she exclaimed, ticked off by
his insolence.
 
“What? are you going to do a card trick on stage?” Yasuda retorted frustrated,
the boy shook his head and smirked “No, no~ I’m going to do the juggling
routine in Kishita’s place” he picked up four bowling pins and narrowed his
eyes at the adult, a challenge.
 
Moritonio put his hand on Yasuda’s shoulder before the man could attack Hisoka
“Boy, are you playing games?” he asked, tone even.
 
Hisoka smirked and started juggling the pins, effortlessly recreating the
professional’s routine “Of course~ I’ve seen them practice hundreds of times
already~”
 
Yasuda was enraged “Fine, you do it then” he said before picking up his partner
and storming out, Abaki looked at the boss “Is this really okay?” she asked “It
should be interesting, don’t you think?” came the carefree answer.
 
 
Why do I have to do this?
 
As instructed by the boss, Abaki was helping Hisoka get ready in her dressing
room at the Princess Hotel.
 
The boy, as if reading her mind, chuckled and took off his clothes while
looking through her things, clearly trying to get a reaction out of her “Why
darling, thank you so much for volunteering to see me naked~” the girl, whose
cheeks were starting to turn red, turned her face away and closed her eyes.
 
By the time she decided to look again, Hisoka was wearing a pair of red cotton
boat shoes that were too big for her and one of her jersey rompers; it was
white with a red exclamation point on the front and back of it, the fabric
stretched dangerously around his muscular chest and shoulders.
 
The boy was sat at the small vanity and was taking out some cosmetics and
makeup brushes from his tattered backpack “why do you even have those?” she
asked before she could stop herself.
 
Hisoka ignored her question and motioned for her to come closer “Look who
decided to join me~!” he exclaimed sarcastically, she just rolled her eyes and
grabbed the silver hairbrush that was on the vanity.
 
Abaki started brushing the boy’s hair back and applying hairspray to it “You’ll
hair won’t get in the way this way” she explained when the boy raised his
eyebrow at her from the mirror “When will you ever answer one of my questions?”
she grumbled.
 
The girl watched as Hisoka carefully shaved his eyebrows to make them thinner
and more arched. He covered them in pale foundation along with the rest of his
face and neck, then, he expertly drew over them with eye shadow and a damp
brush.
 
He snorted when he saw her puzzled expression in the mirror and continued his
makeup routine by applying eyeliner and bright red lipstick, he blew a kiss at
her and laughed when the girl pretended to crush it in her hands and throw it
in the garbage bin across the room.
 
Abaki couldn’t help but letting out a small chuckle as well.
 
While the boy was in the middle of drawing a yellow star on his right cheek,
matching the blue teardrop on his left, there was a knock on the door and
Yasuda came in “We’re up in 10” he was wearing a red top and bandana, his
simple face paint was black.
 
The man made a face and clicked his tongue at the boy’s makeup and outfit,
Abaki noticed and frowned, annoyed for some reason “Is that all you came to
say?” she snapped, Hisoka smirked knowingly.
 
Yasuda narrowed his eyes at the two “We’ll be doing the same routine as usual,
don’t mess it up, brat.” he said before leaving the room.
 
“Abaki-chan, my knight in shining armor!” Hisoka cried dramatically and fell in
the girl’s arms, she dropped him and walked to her suitcase where she pulled
out two identical bronze bracelets.
 
She handed them to the boy “Good luck you crazy bastard.” she said, before he
could retort she pushed him out of the door “Now get out! I need to get ready
too”
 
Abaki ignored the irritating laugh coming from the hallway and started
undressing.
 
By the time she made it backstage, the juggling act was nearly over. Hisoka and
Yasuda were standing each on an elevated pillar while exchanging pins back and
forth between each other “That little shit actually memorized the entire
thing…” the girl mumbled to herself and waited for the grand finale.
 
Abaki had seen Yasuda and Kishita’s performance many times before, so when the
man in the red bandana picked up the pace she immediately understood something
was off. Moritonio, who was standing beside her, noticed as well and let out a
chuckle.
 
Catch this if you can, you queer.
 
The man simultaneously jumped and spun his pins sideways on the palm of his
hand, he then launched them full force and landed in a seated position on his
pillar looking smug. Hisoka, completely unfazed, caught the pins in his hand
and repeated the move as if he’d practiced it for years.
 
That night Yasuda quietly left the troupe, never to put foot on stage again.
Chapter End Notes
     Hisoka's card trick inspiration (actually i just copied it lmao)
     https://youtu.be/REfNgmCy878
***** A Very Special Skill *****
Chapter Summary
     Hisoka learns how to use Nen.
Chapter Notes
     guess who's back~? it's me! your favourite piece of trash, at your
     service *peace sign*
     for those who didn't know, i edited the previous chapter and added
     more to the last one so you might want to check it out.
     Also as some of you may have noticed i took the liberty to change
     Abaki's personality to a less bland one, i hate writing about
     characters who act like furniture even though they appear a lot lmao
Hisoka wiped a damp cloth on his face removing the last of his makeup and
stared at his face in the mirror.
 
There was a small bluish bruise on his cheekbone where one of the pins had hit
him before he had caught it. The boy caressed it then pressed a finger on it,
feeling the pain.
 
I’m going to bash that man’s head in with those damned things~
 
Hisoka put his belongings back in his backpack and took off the bracelets Abaki
had given him, placing them on the vanity.
 
He was in the middle of taking his underwear off when the door to the changing
room burst open “How the Hell did you do th-AAAAAAH!” the girl put her hands in
front of her eyes “Why are you always naked?!” she asked, panicked.
 
The boy laughed gleefully and locked the door, he didn’t bother to put his
boxers back on before hugging the girl from behind, holding her close to his
chest “You seem to have a talent for putting me in a good mood~” he purred in
her ear, making his point clear by pressing his half-hard dick against her
thigh.
 
Abaki struggled to set herself free, blushing and outraged “Hisoka if you don’t
let go of me I swear to the Gods!” she threatened, but her voice was shaking.
Hisoka hummed, not listening, and moved her hair to the side.
 
He started licking and kissing her neck while stroking her sides, the girl
cursed and stepped down on his toes with her heel, he didn’t budge “You’re
always so rude to me” he said “What did I ever do to you~?” Abaki bit the
finger that was making its way into her mouth, the boy laughed “Oh come on!
It’s not like I’m the only one who’s thought of doing this~” he whispered,
teasing.
 
It would have been a lie to say she hadn’t imagined him in that kind of
context. There was a twisted attractiveness to the boy’s charisma and bizarre
thought process, he was an intriguing enigma that one couldn’t help being drawn
to and, after spending two weeks actively keeping her distance from him, she
had ended up becoming increasingly more conscious of him instead.
 
When Hisoka slid his warm and now bloodied finger under her dress and pushed it
inside her, she didn’t protest.
 
While working on inserting another finger, Hisoka started massaging her
breasts, gently and then with force, Abaki bit the inside of her cheek
preventing a whimper of pleasure from leaving her lips. He spun her around and
kissed her, forcefully guiding her towards the red chaise longue on the other
side of the room.
 
The boy pushed her down on it and lay himself on top of her, he started taking
her panties off, Abaki let him. When he positioned himself in order to enter
her, the girl dug her nails in his biceps and dragged them all the way to his
wrist, leaving deep bleeding marks “I hate you” she said glaring heatedly into
his eyes, Hisoka moaned, incredibly aroused, and thrust into her in one swift
motion.
 
Abaki woke up because of the insistent sound of knocking on the door, her
previously sweaty body had been wiped clean and a sweater lay over her like a
blanket.
 
Hisoka and his things were nowhere in site.
 
“Abaki! Abaki are you there?” Rosa’s alarmed voice came from the hallway, the
girl put the sweater on and opened the door sleepily. The woman hugged her
tight “I’m so glad you’re okay! Everyone was ready to go, I asked the brat
about you and he said he put you to sleep, you should have heard the way he
said it! We were so worried!”
 
When she and Rosa entered the hotel lobby, Borizoi let go of Hisoka’s neck and
dropped him onto the floor, “Told you she was sleeping~” the boy wheezed
looking directly into her eyes, grinning.
 
Abaki ignored him and made her way to the exit where Moritonio was waiting “I
apologize for being late.” She said “But I am very tired so now that we’re all
here I’d like to go home and rest” the man nodded and led the way outside,
troupe following obediently after him.
 
 
Abaki was with Moritonio, they were watching the other performers practice.
 
When Hisoka sat next to her, everyone stopped what they were doing at once,
that made him laugh, entertained “How peculiar~ this has been happening for the
whole week!” he exclaimed in mock surprise, the girl rolled her eyes unamused.
 
“After the stunt you pulled at the Princess Hotel, they’re afraid you might
steal their techniques,” she pinched his cheeks and started pulling on them,
irritated “Knowing you, you probably don’t have any intention to steal any of
them anyways” she let go of him and flicked the boy on the forehead.
 
Moritonio raised his eyebrow at the interaction but decided not to comment on
it.
 
“That’s not true Abaki-chan! There is a certain ability I would love to make my
own.” Hisoka said, while rubbing the sore spot on his head “Moritonio’s Sky
Swimming!” he announced “It looks like it would be lots of fun~”
 
The man in question chucked “Well, sorry but I won’t be teaching it to you
anytime soon,” he said “That trick’s not a matter of talent but something else
entirely”.
 
Hisoka smirked “Indeed it is~ and it probably has something to do with that
wispy stuff surrounding both of your bodies” Abaki stared at him, shocked “Oh
my~ it seems I’m right!” Moritonio furrowed his brow at the boy.
 
Can Hisoka actually see our Aura? Is it because of his innate sharp senses and
genius observational skills? No, of course not, they may have helped, but he
must have been exposed to someone’s Hatsu…
 
“The substance you see is called Aura, everyone has it.” the man explained,
ignoring the girl’s protests “Look at your own body, you should be able to see
a faint film of light covering it”
 
Hisoka looked at his hand and pouted “Mine looks so weak~” he whined “Yours
looks much fuller, even Abaki-chan’s looks tastier~” Abaki scowled at his
words.
 
“The ability to control one’s Aura is called Nen” Moritonio looked at Hisoka
“People who train and polish their Aura in order to enhance and transform it
for their benefit are called Nen Users. I’m one myself and Abaki is training
under my instruction”
 
“Aura normally flows away from the body, the act of keeping it gathered around
you and letting it stream through you without letting it escape is known as
Ten.” The man demonstrated by shrouding himself in a thick, dark layer of Aura
“Once one has learned Ten, Ren can be used to produce a stronger current of
aura and project it outwards, show him Abaki” he instructed.
 
A coat of Aura enveloped the girl, weaker than Moritonio’s own but impressive
none the less. Abaki changed her stance to a stable and solid one “Ren!”
Suddenly the emission of aura coming from her body strengthened and doubled
making goose bumps form on Hisoka’s body. All of the boy’s instincts were
screaming danger just like they had when he had spotted the traveler dressed in
rags.
 
“That is Ren. To master Ren one must have a polished Ten ability, if you’re
quick it you should take you around a year to develop your Ten to a reasonable
degree, Abaki only took nine months.” He bragged on behalf of his student “I’ll
train you too, once per week, on the condition that you’ll take part in our
performances. Getting to Abaki’s level will however take you up to three
years.”
 
The boy smirked, eyes wild. He would have never believed he’d come across such
a gem during his time in Glam Gas Land “How very fascinating~” he hummed “Okay
then, I accept your conditions~”
 
 
Abaki breathed heavily as Hisoka thrust into her over and over. He was looking
at the girl with pure hunger, even more captivated by her since discovering the
power she carried. She cried out and bit the boy’s collarbone as she came, him
following soon after.
 
“Gods be damned!” she complained loudly, Hisoka came out of the bathroom drying
his hair with a towel and gave her a questioning look “Your dumbass left marks
on my neck again! These are definitely going to show on stage”
 
He walked over to the room’s vanity and wrapped his arms around her “Don’t
worry, nobody will pay attention to you anyways~” he provoked and sneered at
her through the mirror. The girl elbowed him in the ribs and walked towards
their suitcases.
 
Sharing hotel rooms before going on stage had become a habit for them in the
past month. They flawlessly went through their routine of getting ready, Hisoka
was fastening the girl’s corset when he inquired about the reason why none of
the other troupe members knew Nen.
 
“The Boss tried many times to teach them but until now, I was the only one with
enough potential to get it” came the almost immediate answer “You’ve become so
talkative lately, Abaki-chan~” Hisoka teased, she clicked her tongue at him and
continued her explanation “Boss originally wanted to be a Hunter, but he failed
the exam. Apparently only one person passed that year.” she frowned.
 
“Seeing someone so incredibly talented breeze through the difficult tests must
have saddened and frustrated him to no end. Teaching us Nen must be his way of
clinging to his dream. He must have been so impressed when you mastered Ten and
Ren in a week!” she praised him, then, realizing what she had done she cleared
her throat “Anyways, one day I’m going to become a Hunter myself and fulfill
his dream in his place!” she announced.
 
The boy smirked and patted her on the back to signal he was done tying her
corset “And what exactly are you going to hunt?~” he asked “You probably have
no idea~” he teased her and laughed when she turned around to glare at him,
face red in frustration “I’m still deciding!” she yelled which made him more
amused “Oh? That’s a pretty vague dream you’ve got there~”
 
Abaki crossed her arms over her chest “I want to travel the world so I thought
about becoming an Archeological Hunter, but I also love delicious food so a
Gourmet Hunter would be better, but then-”
 
Hisoka watched her struggle with an almost fond look in his eyes “Want some
Bungee Gum?” he asked and offered the girl a piece of cheap chewing gum “I’ll
give you as many as you want, It will help you calm down~”
 
“I am calm!” she screamed, but took the gum anyways, the boy laughed and left
the room, heading towards the stage.
 
That night, Moritonio was waiting for them in his office, sitting on his desk
was a glass filled with water with a leaf on it “Practicing Ten and Ren
everyday while sparring against each other weekly has greatly improved the
quality of your Aura” he said and motioned them to come closer.
 
“Nen Users are divided into six types: Manipulators, Emitters, Enhancers,
Transmuters, Conjurers and Specialists” He drew a hexagon on a blackboard and
wrote those terms on each one of the figure’s points “Your Hatsu will manifest
differently depending on which one of these categories you belong to,
understood?” both his students nodded.
 
“Manipulators are able to control both living creatures and inanimate objects”
Abaki’s eyes shined “Emitters can separate their Aura from their body while
maintaining its functions, Enhancers reinforce the natural abilities of
themselves or an inanimate object, do you follow me so far?” the teens nodded
again.
 
Moritonio proceeded to describe the other three styles “Transmuters like
myself, are able to modify the properties of their Aura to mimic something
else, Conjurers are able to create a material objects out of their aura, knives
for example” the look of realization on Hisoka’s face was quickly replaced by a
sour smirk.
 
You brought quite the secret to your grave didn’t you~
 
“Last but not least, there’s Specialists, these Nen Users’s Aura manifests in
peculiar ways and they develop very unique powers because of it. It is possible
to become a Specialist later in life although this is more likely for Conjurers
and Manipulators.” Moritonio pushed his glasses higher on the bridge of his
nose “Any questions?”.
 
Hisoka raised his hand flamboyantly “Yes~! If someone is an Enhancer, is it
impossible for them to learn Emitter techniques, for example?” he asked.
 
The man shook his head“Most Nen Users possess an affinity for one Aura type,
but it is still possible for them to learn abilities of the other ones. The
closer on the diagram an Aura type is to your own, the easier it will be for
you to learn its techniques, the farther away the harder.”
 
The boy stared intensely at him, fully interested in the direction the
conversation was going “So, how do we figure out which category we belong to~?”
Hisoka asked, eager to learn more, Moritonio was twitching, as excited as the
boy to figure out his students’ Nen type.
 
An ambitious child, how lovely!
 
“To do that, we use water divination: you place your hands around a glass of
water and perform Ren, based on the changes that occur to it, you can determine
what class you belong to” the man walked to his desk and demonstrated by doing
just that.
 
Moritonio handed the glass to Abaki “Taste it” he instructed, the girl did so
and scrunched up her nose in disgust “It’s bitter!” Hisoka clapped and laughed
“How interesting~!”
 
“A change in the taste of the water indicates that I’m a Transmuter, go ahead
Abaki, you’re next.” She engulfed the glass in Aura and the water began to
change until it was slightly green “Seems like you’re an Emitter” the man
proclaimed.
 
“I was kind of hoping I’d be a Manipulator, I could have definitely used that
ability to control animals like lions…” Abaki mumbled, somehow upset at the
outcome.
 
The boy smirked and took the glass from her infusing his own Aura into it
“Nothing happened” the girl, looked confused, but Hisoka seemed satisfied. He
shoved the glass in her face making her drink the water “What the Hell!” she
sputtered “It’s sour!”
 
Moritonio chucked “You’re a Tansmuter, same as me!” he stated “We’ll be
focusing on some basic training for now. I want you two to polish your Nen
abilities until you can strengthen the degree of the change you’ve just
demonstrated, but keep in mind that our Royal Glam performance is next week!
Don’t neglect your other training!”
 
 
“That’s it for my shopping list” Abaki stretched, the sun had already set and
it was getting colder “Guess I’ll head home now!” she was making her way to the
main road when she heard a gut wrenching scream, the girl instinctively grabbed
her jumping rope and ran towards it, ready to help.
 
The girl paled once she arrived at the scene. A woman lay on the ground and a
man was stepping on her abdomen. The crunching sound of her body being
compressed between a mysterious force and the pavement echoed in the air “Plea-
Help m-!”
 
John Doe!
 
Abaki sprinted forward, trying her best not to flinch at the occasional snap of
a new bone being broken, she focused part of her Aura in the jumping rope in
her hand and whipped it towards him. The man avoided the attack, the rope
connecting with the wall behind him.
 
What?! A regular person shouldn’t be able to avoid an attack infused with Nen!
 
Another agonized scream came from the victim, the force crushing her had
resumed despite John Doe being more than ten feet away from her. Abaki stared
in horror as the woman’s flesh ripped and organs started to spill out of her.
 
“You bastard!” the girl screamed and charged towards the killer now sure that
he was a Nen User. She folded her jumping rope in half, shrouded it in a bigger
amount of Aura than she had before and swung it, aiming for John Doe’s head.
 
The man caught the weapon easily and kneed Abaki in the stomach, she coughed up
blood and fell on the ground. Before John Doe could step on her, Hisoka
appeared seemingly out of nowhere and cut the man’s eye with a Nen coated ace
of spades.
 
“Out for a walk? How fun~” the boy smirked, excited for the fight to come, but
John Doe retreated, disappearing into the night.
 
Hisoka pouted comically and lifted the card to his lips in order to lick it
clean, when he noticed a piece of cloth stuck on the ace where blood should
have been, his eyes shined and he smirked.
 
A mask~ how interesting~
 
Abaki was on her knees next to the mutilated body of the woman. She was shaking
and pale, but there was fury in her eyes “Fow how long have you been here?” she
asked, tone strained “For how long did you stand doing nothing? You could have
brought her to safety but you just hid, studying the enemy, waiting for your
chance to ‘have some fun’ didn’t you?!” the girl raised her voice and punched a
hole in the pavement “Answer me, Hisoka!”
 
The boy narrowed his eyes at her, suddenly annoyed “Aren’t you just blaming me
for your inability to save her?” he accused “Even though I could have minded my
own business until the end, I just saved your life did I not? Where do you get
the confidence to lecture me after that I wonder~?” Hisoka made his card
disappear and started walking away “You’re welcome by the way” he spat.
 
The girl sat there biting her lip, tears of frustration started falling from
her eyes and didn’t stop even hours later, when the police reached the scene.
 
 
Hisoka arrived ‘home’ in the early hours of the morning, covered in blood, his
weak victims having done nothing to ease his displeasure from the night before.
He was careful to hide from the police cars coming from the entrance of the
building and walked inside.
 
The troupe members were so engrossed in their own conversation, they didn’t
even notice him “I overheard Boss and the police talking! It seems Abaki ran
into John Doe last night!” “The serial killer?! Is she okay?” “Apparently she
tried to fight him! How reckless!” “How scary! We better be careful too!” The
boy’s mood worsened at the mention of her name, he decided to make his presence
known.
 
Hisoka smirked bitterly “Gossip spreads fast doesn’t it~” they turned around,
their faces changing into different expressions of shock at the sight of him
“Hisoka! What have you done?!” the boy faked a yawn “I have no idea what you’re
talking about~” he answered and waited for one of them to lose their temper.
 
“What do you think you’re doing?” Before any of the troupe members could lay a
hand on the boy, Abaki killed their actions with her simple question, spoken
like an order. She was standing at the door, wet hair dripping on the floor,
her eyes were ablaze “You’re filthy” she told Hisoka with firmness in her tone
“Get your ass in the shower” she commanded.
 
The boy licked his lips part of his irritation instantly changing into arousal.
He took a good look at her eyes and considered attacking, but decided to admit
defeat instead “Aye aye, captain!” he saluted, mocking her authority then he
blew a kiss at the others and made his way to the common baths, whistling
annoyingly.
 
She’s not ripe just yet~ I’ll have to wait if I want this fight to be fun~
 
Hisoka stared at his erection in the bath, Abaki’s insolence in the past day
had really gotten to him and the fight against the mysterious serial killer was
only heightening the feelings of pleasure within him.
 
He smirked, channeled his emotion into his Aura and released it. The Nen
infused water immediately started becoming pink and viscous, it stuck to his
hand when he lifted it out of the bath and snapped back into it at Hisoka’s
silent command.
 
Perfect~
 
That night, Kishita tried to stab him in his sleep but of course, Hisoka being
Hisoka was already ready for something like that to happen.
 
He successfully disarmed the man and dragged him down onto his dorm bed. He
covered Kishita’s mouth with one hand and pointed the knife to his throat “I’m
going to take my hand off now~ if you scream, you’re dead, if you struggle,
you’re dead, if you tell boss what I’m going to do… well, you get the picture
don’t you, big boy~?” he threatened.
 
“If you understand blink once, if you would rather die, blink twice~” The man
blinked once, surprise and terror clear in his eyes. The boy took his hand off
his mouth and ran it through his hair instead “I’ve actually had my eye on you
for quite a while” he licked the droplets of cold sweat from Kishita’s forehead
“I’m quite honored that you would decide to join me on this fine night~”
 
The man tried to push him off but the cold blade of the knife pressed harder
against his throat “Unfortunately you caught me in a rather bad mood” Hisoka
whispered against the other’s lips and started rubbing his erection against
Kishita’s groin “Too bad for you, but I’m not kind enough to give you an
‘escape’ option tonight”
 
The boy kissed him and Kishita hopelessly tried to fight his own fear-induced
arousal. Out of all of the outcomes of trying to murder the boy, he hadn’t
really expected the one he found himself into.
 
Hisoka was indeed good-looking, his sharp, angular features, his long, slightly
upturned nose and high cheekbones made the remains of his baby fat almost
unnoticeable. His golden, deep-set, almond shaped eyes and thinly plucked
arched eyebrows gave him a relaxed, indifferent look and those faintly pursed
lips that were smirking more often than not all added to his natural charm and
unique charisma. The boy’s body was muscular, but still soft in some points,
his sides and plump behind for example. His wavy, chocolate brown hair was the
only trait at odds with his image.
 
Hisoka pulled down both of their night garments making the man let out a low
moan at the skin on skin friction, he snickered “Shh! We don’t want the others
to hear us remember~?”
 
Kishita clicked his tongue and spread Hisoka’s ass cheeks in revenge, prodding
at his twitching hole. That made the boy let out a high-pitched whine “I
thought we were supposed to be quiet?” he asked amused “I seem to have
underestimated you~ you’re not nearly as tame as I thought you would be” Hisoka
confessed as he started rummaging under his thin mattress.
 
One if the man’s hands moved to Hisoka’s “I would be lying if I said I wasn’t
scared of you, I think you’re completely nuts. On the other hand it would be a
lie to say I’m not ridiculously attracted to you” the boy chuckled “Well,
aren’t you an honest one~?” he teased.
 
Hisoka gave the man a half empty bottle of lube and flipped them over, pointing
the knife to his back “I’m feeling lazy today~” he said while kicking off his
pants completely “Make me feel good yeah?~” he winked. Kishita rolled his eyes
“You’re such a cheeky fucker” he said and put a pillow under the boy’s hips.
 
The stretch of fingers entering him had his toes curling, the boy bit down on
his bottom lip in order to keep quiet. He hadn’t been with a man in months and
Kishita was being so impatient and unmerciful, Hisoka lovedit. It wasn’t long
before he was begging for more, the man complied more than willingly.
 
The cheap metal bed frame creaked with every violent thrust of Kishita’s hips
and Hisoka was finding it harder and harder to keep lucid, but a loud cough
snapped both of them out of their trance “Whatthe fuck, Kishita?” Toby and Raj
were looking at them with disgust in their eyes.
 
“Oh boy~” the man pulled out and looked down in shame and embarrassment, but
Hisoka didn’t seem bothered, he just dropped the knife on the floor and sat up
“It seems we’ve woken up the roomies” he joked inappropriately.
 
That night Kishida packed his things in silence and left the troupe.
 
 
The performance at the Royal Glam Hotel went beautifully despite Hisoka
choreographing and carrying out the juggling act on his own. The head of the
Glam Clan was so delighted and impressed by the troupe, he cheered the whole
time. The members were so moved by the enormous praise and applause from the
man, they shed tears of joy.
 
Hisoka followed Moritonio out of the banquet room where the others were
celebrating their success. The man walked toward the arena “It was so full of
people here just a few hours ago, now it’s so quiet. It’s always a bit lonely
after a show” the boy walked closer to him “While he casts his magic, the
magician falls under his own spell, and when it’s over, all that is left is a
man. I guess us knowing there is no such thing as magic makes it all the more
glum.” Moritonio sat on one of the stands.
 
Hisoka furrowed his brow and tilted his head at the man’s depressing words “I
was just thinking, what will the troupe’s life from now on? If possible I would
like you to continue performing with us.” The boy squatted next to him “Say,
Hisoka, why were you laying face down in the middle of the road like that? This
is a perfect chance to get to know one another better.” the man asked.
 
“I have no interest in blabbing about my past, I don’t really care about it~”
answered Hisoka, Moritonio sighed “Come on, let’s be transparent with each
other. Tell me and I’ll reveal something about myself” the boy smirked.
 
“In that case, why don’t you tell me something about yourself first?” the man
frowned at how difficult he was being “Has your left eye healed yet, John
Doe~?” Moritonio blinked, seemingly unperturbed “What about John Doe?”
 
The boy rolled his eyes “Your cheek is peeling~” the man brought a hand to his
face “As I thought~” Hisoka snickered “You really did have something stuck
there!” Moritonio furrowed his brow and looked down “I must have gotten soft
with age…to think I would fall for something like that” he mumbled.
 
“I’ve always loved seeing the surprised look on people’s faces,” Moritonio
confessed “I loved engulfing another with an overwhelming power presence, I
used to show my tricks to my family all the time. I wanted to see their
surprised faces oh so badly…” he faced the boy “I ended up killing my little
sister for it.”
 
“To cling to my humanity, I decided to become a Hunter, then a travelling
performer. I wanted to surprise and shock people in different ways but as the
years passed, I grew restless, my blood would run so hot and wild I couldn’t
calm down until I’d broken someone.” the boy yawned, bored with the long
explanation “You are right, I am John Doe, what of it?”
 
Hisoka stretched his limbs like one would do after a good sleep “Serial killer
or charlatan, whatever you are, I couldn’t care less” he said and got up “You
like surprising people, right? Try me~” he purred.
 
The corner of Moritonio’s mouth twitched “I’m sure you’ll allow me to use
whatever method I see fit” he said and promptly avoided the playing card thrown
at him.
 
The boy charged, playing cards in hand, he aimed to slash the other’s face but
before he could, the man threw his fedora over his face. Hisoka snorted at the
move and ducked, successfully avoiding a kick to the head.
 
Moritonio blocked a blow to his chin and countered with a punch to the gut
“Well, here I come then” he announced, Hisoka jumped back and coughed “Please
do~” he whimpered, the man frowned, unsatisfied. Lust wasn’t the reaction he
was trying to get from his opponent
 
“Actually, since you were the first one to discover my secret, I’ll give you a
little reward.” Moritonio materialized a handkerchief in his left hand “As you
can see this is just a regular piece of cloth, now, if I put it on my face like
this and imagine the appearance I want to take…”
 
Hisoka watched as the man’s facial features morphed into completely different
ones “Fascinating” he stated and licked his lips.
 
Moritonio, now pleased, removed the handkerchief in one swift motion and bowed
“And that was the trick behind John Doe’s magic.” he raised one hand towards
the boy “Now, let me show you some of my own!”
 
A strong force collided with Hisoka’s side at an amazing speed making his right
elbow snap, he fell to the ground and another force dropped on him, cracking
some of his ribs.
 
I’m being crushed!
 
“Grind, grind, grind…” Moritonio was mumbling to himself with a crazed smile
“Hamburger time!” he then exclaimed and, for split second, the force coming
from above the boy eased slightly. Hisoka took that time to run away from that
spot, behind him, the ground caved and crushed as if something extremely heavy
had dropped to the floor.
 
Holy shit, that was close~
 
The boy’s ease didn’t last long, almost immediately, two forces hit his sides
catching him completely off guard, he coughed up blood “I can feel it, your
little body trembling as your bones are getting grinded, your life grating..”
Moritonio was shaking in anticipation.
 
Feel it?
 
Hisoka widened his eyes in understanding, half pleased and half disappointed.
He sacrificed his ribs and focused all of his Aura in his eyes “Oh~ now I see!”
he said, looking down at what appeared to be steel pillars.
 
The boy directed a part of his Aura to where the pillars connected to his body,
he used the remaining bigger part to push them away with his hands and made his
quick escape to one of the elevated stands of the arena “When did you learn Gyo
and Ryu?!” Moritonio shouted confused.
 
Hisoka didn’t pay much attention to him, deciding to examine his wounds instead
“A magician never reveals his tricks, but I just discovered yours~” he provoked
the adult “During your performances, I noticed the eerie movements of the
audience’s metallic belongings, that made me suspect that you were using
magnetic fields and metal in your shoes in order to float. The sensation of
being crushed between two forces and the particular sound those pillars made
just now just confirmed my theory.”
 
Broken elbow, six cracked ribs, two of which could pierce my lungs, quite a bit
of internal bleeding. It’s pretty bad~
 
“When you showed me the handkerchief ‘magic’ you were trying to fool me into
thinking that all Nen powers are visible weren’t you? That wasn’t very nice~”
he examined the expression on Moritonio’s face in search of something, then he
smirked.
 
No need to retreat, I can win if I play my cards right.
 
Hisoka, done stalling for time, assumed a fighting stance once more, “You can
turn your Aura into Nen magnets, quite basic if you ask me~” The man’s eyes
twitched.
 
“I suppose hiding it won’t do me any good anymore” Moritonio said, one by one
large steel fragments became visible “I’m the type to reveal the full mechanics
of my tricks once discovered anyways” the man launched his aura fragments
towards the other, but none of them connected, the boy having disappeared in an
instant.
 
“Hmm~” Moritonio turned around to find his opponent floating in midair “It’s
easier than expected, your ‘swimming’” Hisoka complained, unimpressed.
 
Yes~ that’s it~ show me more of that unsettled expression!
 
“It’s impossible to copy another’s Nen powers!” the man shouted in irritation
but he looked panicked none the less. He united some of his pillars together
making them bigger and stronger, ready to attack.
 
Hisoka sighed “Aw, is that it for the reveals?” he whined “What a shame~ I
guess it’s time to end this performance then, with my own magic~” he snapped
his fingers.
 
All of the magnets started moving towards the man.
 
 
 
The boy nudged Moritonio’s head with his foot, he coughed “Oh good, you’re
still alive~” a feeble question came out of the man’s mouth “How?”
 
Hisoka considered not answering, but he figured he could still get some
amusement out of the reaction to his explanation “Very well” he started “It’s a
very simple trick~ my Aura has the properties of both rubber and gum, you see.
All I had to do was connect all of pillars to your body and contract, you made
it so easy to crush you~ when you stuck your magnets together the force of the
contraction doubled!”
 
The man grumbled, making the boy snicker “I call it Elastic Love: Bungee Gum!”
Moritonio closed his eyes “How very like you” he wheezed, exhaling for the last
time.
 
What Hisoka did next was but a passing whim, and just as he had copied the
juggling act, he easily disguised the man’s face using nothing but a
handkerchief.
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