Phantom of the Dance Floor || Hunter x Hunter

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(I know, I know, I suck at descriptions, hehehe.)

This one-shot was written because of my dear friend (allverywell07!!!) who's a master of w̶e̶i̶r̶d̶  original ships, and I kinda liked this one, so why not write about it? I have nothing to lose, do I?

Actually I have two more ships like that left to write, but mhhh idk. Not now. I'm lAzY aNd SlOw.

Please enjoy.

Or don't.

Whatever.

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Put on something pretty as if you're going on a date and wait near the fountain. was all that appeared on Machi's phone screen a couple of days ago, as their Danchou announced an attack on one of the most expensive hotels in Yorknew City as a little practice before their next planned robbery on the Southernpiece Auction; as far as the entire Troupe knew, there were quite pretty, shining and valuable items hidden in the basement that the Spider would gladly catch in its web.

The message, that made Machi sigh deeply and roll her eyes, was obviously from Hisoka who was supposed to be her partner at a banquet in the hotel they were about to rob; because before their Troupe starts having fun in there, somebody has to check this place first and send a signal to the others that the basement, their main goal for tonight, is clear.

Fortunately, thanks to this whole banquet thing, it would be way easier for them to sneak inside, not looking too suspicious as they'd be wandering through the long corridors, looking for anything that looks like a safe.

Unfortunately, at least for Machi who had lost to Shizuku in this stupid Rock Paper Scissors game, she was the one to go there first, dressed up as another hotel guest who was about to join the party; and everything would be fine, if the banquet wasn't this elegant kind of party that only people with their partners could attend. And of all the members of the Troupe, Hisoka had to lose the game as well. Machi knew he did that on a purporse; not because he wanted to spend a good time with her, of course, but because he wanted to annoy her.

And that's how she ended up in a long, red dress she stole a long time ago from some random, expensive shop, her hair falling losely on her shoulders and a bored look on her face as she checked her phone one more time to see if Hisoka'd finally answered her messeges (Where the hell are you!? — You better not ruin it this time. — You have 3 minutes to show up. — 2 minutes. — I'm gonna slit your throat. — Okay, you're already dead, bastard. — *Ugly bastard.)

She sat heavily on the edge of the fountain, ran her fingers through her hair and spread her legs a little as she did so, not bothering to look elegant anymore. Okay, she decided to give him five more minutes to show up, but if he's going to be ungrateful again and won't stop trying her patience, she's going to go to the hotel alone, and if they don't let her in she'll kill them all, including Hisoka when she finally sees his annoying face.

Despite the late hours, many people were still strolling the streets, cars honking at one another, but no one dared to come closer to the fountain; except for one single tall figure that appeared behind her back quietly, almost like a ghost, circled the fountain and stood in front of her, looking at her with his big, black eyes. Machi looked up at his pale face, his long, black hair, way prettier and more shiny than her own, moving slightly in the wind as he hung his head to one side, "You must be Machi Komacine." he said. His voice was smooth and calm, but also unnerving and cool at the same time. He looked somehow familiar, though. Machi could've sworn she'd seen him somewhere before.