You're Crazy(,) Stupid / Hisoka x Reader (Unrequited to requited love)

Prologue

Name: Y/n Cypress-Rose Zoldyck

Age: 5

Nen Type: [Redacted]

Desc: User has specialty in [Redacted]. Is unable to be affected by [Redacted] through this, and more, needs further testing, but suffers very much from emotional rejection. Emotional pain translates to [Redacted] pain. Keep away from others until we get a hold of emotions.

Any other conditions should be studied.

Professor Cosmos looks over the sheet, simple and easy. Name, age, everything on there. But there's a hint of hesitation to his gestures as he looks back and forth from Zeno and to the sheet clipped to the clipboard.

"Are you sure you want me to take her?" The Professor turns to Zeno Zoldyck, bent and old, hands folded behind his back but none the wiser as he was in his prime.

"What else am I to do with her? Surely you don't think my son or daughter-in-law could take her?" Zeno raises a brow. "Kikyo's emotions run wild and Silvia's don't run enough."

"Not saying I won't take her. I'm just saying that I won't be responsible for the consequences of what I create." The Professor clips.

"She'll be fine. She's a Zoldyck. We've trained her for far worse." The older male waves off his hand, turning around. He doesn't look back nor wonder more about the young girl inside the large metal facility.

"Whatever you say old man."

"Wait!"

"Wait!" A young girl comes out from the glass doors, tumbling but not deterred as she sprints on her way out.

There are a group of body guards coming out from behind her, all awaiting direct orders as soon as they reach a sizable distance from her and Zeno.

"Don't leave." She grasps a small hand around Zeno's wrinkled hands, soft yet callous.

Bandages tinged with a hint of red flay at the ends of where they were clumsily tied around. Those types of bandages are everywhere on her body, anywhere that is visible of skin.

"Oh dear." Zeno churns. "My dear you must stay here." He says calmly, taking his other hand from behind his back to pat her head softly.

"You mustn't stress yourself any longer." The elder comments, detachedly. He slides his wrinkled hand out of hers.

He takes a few steps back, putting some distance between you both.

"Attachments will only make you weak." Those are the last words she heard from him. At least, the ones that hurt the most.

She thinks this as she watches her grandpa's retreating form. And the hand of Professor Cosmo coming to touch at shoulder as a form of pity comfort.

The guards come to receive her, pulling her back inside without another fuss.

Y/n's blood seeps through the off white bandages, signifying the reopening of old wounds.

Professor Cosmos sighs. "Again Y/n?" He shakes his head but looks in no way disappointed or in turmoil. "You'll need to learn how to get a hold on of your emotions."