Hisoka picks up a little girl in the streets. Can a selfish, uncaring, pleasure driven clown act as a father figure to someone?
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A short story that ventures on how Hisoka will act in front of...
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Gon and Killua watched from afar as they saw the interaction between the clown and the little girl. They were ready to snatch the young girl away from Hisoka if he tried anything suspicious.
And yet, the girl was actually handling Hisoka. Quite literally; her small hands were on Hisoka's forehead, pushing the jester away. And surprisingly, Hisoka just whines childishly and tries nothing else.
"Someone spilled my bento, doll. Make me a new one?" The cutest of the jester was creeping everyone up, it was so unusual to see the hungry wild predator act like a tamed pet.
"I still have to judge the food Papa, you can wait."
Everyone's mouth simultaneously drops open.
'Papa?!'
How could the small doll-like girl be related to Hisoka? The look, the attitude and the aura did not seem similar at all. If Hisoka was someone you'd run away from, the girl was someone you'd keep close to yourself.
But before anyone voiced out any of their concerns, they was still an on-going test they had to pass. And with everyone failing, Gon and his friends find out a way to stand out. From decorating to the weirdest of ideas they could have come up with.
"The pork is bland. It's edible but I'm front of gourmet hunters, this is not enough. No." Shocked with the harsh critiques of the young girl, they finally saw how she could have been related to Hisoka, even just a little.
"Raw."
"Just plain bad."
"What's with the flowers?"
Even with Gon and his friends' shenanigans no one still passed.
"Okay, all of you fail. Good luck next year." Menchi announces that infuriates the overweight man among the examinees.
"We came here to be hunters! Not to cook and shit!" Menchi was obviously mad and without Buhara slapping the guy away, the guy would have already been dead.
"I prepared something for everyone. Menchi I know you're hungry." A tiny voice came from the back, with servers holding trays of food. The aroma of the food was so tantalizing that the tension quickly dissolved. Everyone almost immediately ran towards the table and started to eat their hearts out.
"Menchi, I got message from chairman that we can't just fail them. How about a compromise?" The young girl offers Menchi another way to test everyone, and with her skills, and cuteness, Menchi agreed to compromise.
While most examinees were eating happily, blue eyes were staring at the young girl. Amazed at how she handled the situation. How could a child like her have this kind of effect to everyone? The young Zoldyck would never know.
Far away from all the noise there was a jester leaning on the tree, sulking.
