Seeing that Hisoka's friend was over with his younger brother you stayed void of him to give them privacy. Walking passed a room, you saw Maleeka and a boy of at least 4 years older than Maleeka playing with her.
"Oh hi there?" You curiously greeted.
Confusion only growing more when you noticed that the white-haired boy seemed to recognize you.
Running to hug you, you looked over too Maleeka for guidance.
"S-sorry. Maleeka told me about your memory loss. I'm Killua. You used to look after me sometimes when I was 4 years old." Killua said.
Embracing him back out of politeness, "I see, I see. Well pleasure to meet you Killua. So are you Maleeka's best friend?" You inquisitively asked.
"What?! NO! Killua is my enemy and rival." Maleeka butted in, getting rather agitated.
Knitting your eyebrows in a confused manner, "So you hang out with your enemies?" You questioned.
"Don't listen to her, we are friends. Although we bicker a lot." Killua said.
"Hn! We only argue because you don't accept the fact that someone 4 years younger than you is smarter." She whined, crossing her arms over your chest.
"No, you think me refusing to argue with you is actual arguing. Don't pay attention to her words Y/n. She's just always dramatic for nothing." Killua shot back.
"Neh, come play with us Y/n! We playing monopoly." Maleeka beamed.
Arching an eyebrow, "Monopoly? I think you might have to teach me though." You truly admitted.
"That's okay it's simple! Come sit." Maleeka patted a spot adjacent to her for you to sit.
Eyeing the middle of the table, "Is that real money we playing with? Where did all of that come from! And whose watch is that!? " You asked suspiciously.
"Some of it is my money, but most is the stash Maleeka raided out of her dad's room. Which I'm going to win all. Especially that Rolex watch. " Killua smugly said, taking a seat on the mat adjacent to you.
"W-what!? Maleeka are you allowed to just take his money like that? I mean there's a whole pile of cash here!" Your panic stricten voice shreaked.
"I'm his daughter it's okay! Besides he has so much more. I highly doubt he'll notice." Maleeka whispered back.
Exhaling a deep breath, "Okay.. As long as he doesn't catch us playing with his money." You whispered back.
With hours of rowdy yelling, hollering and laughter, the room fell silent when the door started to creek open.
"Shit! In the bag! Quickly!" You scrummaged, shoving all the money and the Rolex in a plastic bag.
"Killua give it back!" You whispered rather loudly.
"Un huh I won this fair and square." Killua replied, sticking his tongue out, already walking to the opening door.
"What's going on here?" The Joker's voice filled the room.
"Bye!" Killua smoothly slipped passed him.
Holding the packet behind your back, you couldn't help but look at Hisoka with panic and fear.
"U-uh." You stammered, trying your best to crack a smile at him.
"Nothing! Just girl stuff." You replied.
Arching his eyebrow, Hisoka took a few steps forward. Noticing you took a few steps back.
"Clearly that is a lie. Otherwise Killua wouldn't be in here. Unless of course, he swings the other way with his sexual identity." He playfully teased. Curiosity growing by each second.
Backing up against the edge of the bed, you jumped on to continue walking back - hoping he'll get the hint and leave.
Smirking, Hisoka got on the bed and started walking towards you. ''There's no where else to go. Show me what you are hiding. " His smooth and ever so alluring voice demanded. Hisoka just came from a serious discussion with Illumi, but once again, you somehow immediately activated Hisoka'a playfulness and uplifted his mood.
Biting the corner of your lip, you rushed to conjure up a plan. If you hadn't lost your memories, you would've known that this packet of cash would be nothing to him. Literal child's play in comparison to how much money he has. However now, you were partially nervous about Hisoka finding out you have a bit of his cash behind you. Without permission.
Gulping dryly, "Maleeka, put it all back quickly. Catch!" You threw passed Hisoka. Thank god she caught it.
Knowing that he was going to go after Maleeka, you swiftly snatched his arm and brought him down to crash on the bed. "Go quickly while I try and stall him!" You yelled. Pressing your knees down his hard muscular back to keep him in place.
"Okay!" She beamed, scurrying out the room.
Hearing light chuckle come from below you, you saw Hisoka stare at you from the corner of his eye. "You really think you can keep me down Y/n?" He questioned, causing you to press his shoulders forceful down more.
However it was futile. Using his hands, Hisoka slowly pushed himself up as if he was doing a push up. Lifting you up simultaneously.
"Oh crap." You strenuously whispered. Trying to put all of your strength into keeping him down. But who were you kidding. Hisoka was a shredded man that has been gyming all his life.
Aborting position, you immediately grabbed his hand again, snatching to place behind him, causing him to crash flat down again.
Thinking you got him, you unintentionally whelped by Hisoka abruptly flipping over. Slamming you down on your back.
"You can't over power me Y/n. Even with your fit body." He whispered.
Giving you a smooth wink, Hisoka got off you to find Maleeka. However, you put a stop to that.
Swiftly, you wrapped your legs around his lower back, pulling him back down against you. Squeezing ever so tightly.
"But I'll still try!" You uttered playfully.
Placing his forearms above you on either side of your face, Hisoka leaned down to your face. Feeling the tips of his pin straight hair brush against your forehead and smelling the scent of cherry bubblegum from his warm breath, depicted how close Hisoka hovered above your face.
He was still so damn intimidating. Even more so now, gazing into such piercing yellow irises. He definitely has hunter-sleepy eyes.
"You dare try to get in my way Y/n?" His alluring voice questioned. Igniting your nerves into nervousness.
Keeping it together, you held his intense gaze and nodded. "That's exactly what I'm doing. " You answered,
Chuckling at your persistence, Hisoka lifted himself, plus your lower body up with ease. "Wrapping your legs around my waist doesn't immobilize me because my legs and arms are still free stupid." He amusingly stated, standing upright now.
Realizing he was about to walk, you grabbed the headboard to halt him in his tracks.
Gripping your thighs, Hisoka tried to unhook your legs from him. Thinking it was going to be entirely easy, it was surprising to witness the amount of strength you had in your thighs.
"Still feisty as ever huh?" He humorously stated.
Eyeing out your exposed stomach, Hisoka knew he got you.
"No. Don't." You warned. Trying to hide your smile because you knew what was coming by the look in his eyes.
Gently holding the sides of your tummy, Hisoka arched an eyebrow. "Don't do what?"
Releasing small fits of giggles, you felt his slender, yet sharp, finger tips gluide smoothly over your exposed sides.
Actions that were instinctive due to past interactions with you. It was if in these brief seconds with you, he forgot you weren't the 18 year old Y/n he playfully fooled around with. But could you blame him? The youth of the beholders eyes is eternal. This is a result of a person falling in love internally rather than externally. Beauty is ageless.
Feeling your smooth skin and hearing your warm laughter is what gave him light in his life. With you, he found a sense of belonging. A genuine purpose. As if he was created by the gods solely for you. Not the sexist way around anymore that states, 'women are created for man.'
Hearing you laugh and seeing that smile provided him with a feeling of accomplishment. An itch of accomplishment he could never quite pleasurably scratch with the billions of dollars he made.
His business isn't for everyone because it requires the toughest of people. However not Hisoka. These things came easy to him. And although he was one to prefer easy things to come to him, you were never easy to obtain. You challenged him mentally and emotionally. Most definitely physically. Hence him being someone you weren't really fond of nor attracted too, making you personally happy and fall in love with him was, now and again - will be, his best accomplishments.
He has materialistically everything he could ever want. Plus climbed the highest hierarchy position anyone can reach.
He just needed you back.
"H-Hisoka s-stop." You said, attempting to contain your laughter. Fighting to act brave and unaffected.
Smirking, Hisoka trailed his arms further up your sides in the aims of tickling both under arms. But before he could, you let go of the headboard and unwrapped your legs around him. Shielding your body with your arms. "You win! S-stop." You demanded through your light laughter.
Peering down at you humorously for a few seconds, Hisoka spoke, "I always do win." walking away from you.
He got lost and enchanted by your laughter, wanting nothing more than to kiss the sides of your delicate neck and soft lips. However he was conscious about the current relationship he has with you. He couldn't cross boundaries he could sense you wouldn't be comfortable with so soon. Just a bit longer. He was confident he could win your heart again.
Not enjoying his comment, you quickly stood up and ran to the door, shutting and locking it.
"What do you think -" Before he could ask his question, he watched you throw the key out the 3 story high window.
"No, I win. Now Maleeka is the only one that can open it from the other side. When she's done doing what she needs to do." You said with a proud undertone.
Frowning mischievously at you, "You know I can easily break off this handle?" He questioned.
Grunting, you crossed your arms defensively. "It's my room door. You can't do that. Besides it'll be wasting your time to call someone to fix it." You said.
Chuckling lowly at you, Hisoka walked towards you, glaring down at yourself intimidatingly. "What makes you think I'll call anyone to fix your door. I'll merely leave it as is." He commented.
Pouting, a sense of frustration bubbled within, knowing Hisoka can outsmart you effortlessly. "Hm."
Eyeing you out, Hisoka released a humorous huff before taking a seat on the couch. "I'll humor you." He subdued to your intentions. Only because of one reason He wanted to stay with you a bit longer.
He had 2 hours to spend anyways.
"Still mischievous I see." Hisoka commented. Attentively taking in your appearance for tonight. He was content to know you immediately felt comfortable around him. It seemed based on what he told you the first time, stuck with you. It was innocently naive for you to easily believe in his words. Blind trust in its purest form.
He could've been someone dangerous towards you. A kidnapper, a rapist, a slave master or human auctioneer that merely uttered convincing words to you to get you to stay. Hisoka isn't entirely innocent, but you are safest with him.
He is taking advantage of your memory loss, but never in a way that disrepects or demeans you. He just wanted your presences again. A second chance with you, doing things right this time.
Such intentions shows how far Hisoka has come maturity wise. The old Joker would've been verbally and sexually inappropriate by now towards you. Not now. Not a single sexual slur or an inappropriate touch. He had to play this correctly with you in case.
At least back then, Hisoka wasn't a complete stranger to you. He went through each grade with you and you have always known about his promiscuous lifestyle and language.
The you now, a complete stranger would have been immediately 'put off' by his sexual personality.
"Hisoka." He heard your timid voice muse him out of his thoughts.
"Yes?" He answered.
"Why aren't you frustrated with me, but rather being so understanding and accommodating to my memory loss?" You asked, laying on the bed staring at him.
Holding your gaze, Hisoka remained silent. But not for too long. He didn't want you to start growing suspicious of the relationship you and him had.
".. Because you were always so understanding and accommodating towards Maleeka and I." He truthful answered. Sounding neither compassionate nor cold.
Blinking blankly, "How so?" You asked, voice growing quieter to match the eerie silence in the room.
"..."
"A long time ago, I got badly injured on my spine. Doctors were confident I wouldn't walk again. But you.." Hisoka trailed off. Reminiscing on such bitter sweet memories.
That incident was the last arc between you and him. The events leading up to your pregnancy.
The first moments Hisoka let down his walls completely with you, and confessed that he wanted just you in his life. No more other women.
"You made me walk again. Despite your exams you took intensively seriously, and how many times I resisted the help, plus made your life difficult. You still aided me. For one month straight. Day to nightfall. Not once had you ever left my side."
"..When I needed my hair washed, you would sit behind the bathtub and wash it for me. You would feed me first by request. Second by knowing I enjoy being fed by your hand. Third by unconscious habit. You'd study in my room. You'd fall asleep next to me. You did everything for me Y/n." Hisoka rambled on in a low and distant voice. All of these things he should've told you from the start. Maybe if he acknowledged you sooner, life would be different. Maybe now, just before your memory loss, he could have won you back easier and quicker.
His aura oozed off somberity. It was obvious to anyone in the room, that this memory to Hisoka meant a great deal by the way he spoke. Memories that played on his mind like they were created yesterday.
The longing in his eyes depicted that he missed that treatment from you. Missed you in overall. And even for an amnesiac, you could tell he misses it all.
You couldn't quite grasp it though. The niggling thought of 'Why his voice and eyes linger such longing, as if its been years he last had you with him, if you just lost your memories a few days ago?' Something wasn't adding up.
His feelings seemed fond, but he is in love with another girl? Was he having an affair with you?
Shaking such silly thoughts out of your head, "And Maleeka?" You meekly asked. Feeling rather queer about obtaining such intimate details of Hisoka and yourself.
Regret. Shame, but a bitter-sweet tiny smile danced across his kissed-deprived lips. "You gave all your time and care to raise her. You helped me a lot with her. Maleeka is more attached to you than me I let my life get in the way of raising her unlike you." He truthfully admitted. Technically he wasn't lying at all. Everything was true, he just left out the mother subject.
Returning the smile gingerly," I'm sorry.." You bashfully whispered.
Laying down on the couch, Hisoka glared up at the ceiling pensively. Being isolated with you, talking, was satisfying. It reminded him of old times. The times where you would be on his bed next to him, talking endlessly.
"Don't be sorry. I'm relieved that Maleeka has a female figure in her life and someone else but me too. I'm no where near fit to be a father. She probably would of been injured, dead or be a delinquent if it wasn't for your help." Hisoka praised. Again, it wasn't a lie. Excluding your exemplary single parenting for years, if you had given up on your pregnancy and body, Maleeka would've been dead before she could be birthed.
Feeling swell," I'm sure you are exaggerating. No one can be as good as the parent. Based off what you told me and I've seen. You seemed to have accomplished a lot in life to reach this point. Why wouldn't Maleeka want to be like you?" You prematurely questioned.
Processing your words, Hisoka closed his eyes, simultaneously sighing deeply. Brushing his red locks up and away from his forehead, Hisoka kept his palm against it. ''.. There's a lot of dark layers to me Y/n. I'm not a man she can look up too. " He lowly stated. Feeling rather sour towards himself.
You couldn't understand why either, however despite hearing a dangerous confession from a man you barely knew, you didn't feel an ounce of fear. It was that you pitied him. You genuinely weren't afraid to learn about his dark world. You don't remember him, but your soul does.
From day one, your soul always felt safe within Hisoka's darkness.
"I've seen Maleeka with you Hisoka. Kids aren't fond of those they don't like. They are fond of the people they love and respect. Respect is admiration.. No?" You attempted to reassure. Lord why do you care whether Hisoka feels better or not.
Effortlessly, Hisoka turned his head to the side, piercing his golden eyes into your pair."What is there to admire?" He asked. Traces of annoyance in his undertone were definitely present.
"..Let me get to know you again and I'll gladly tell you." You commented.
By the way Hisoka looked at you, you couldn't tell what was running through his mind. He seemed so expressive yet emotionless simultaneously if that could be possible.
His eyes held stillness. Chaotic and cold. One second he was warmly tickling the life out of you, the next he stared you down to death. Evoking hot and cold nerve trembles at your tips.
Noticing the faded dark lines develop from the corner of your eyes running down, the Joker could tell your body was growing tired. One of the first signs of sleep arrival he picked up years ago about you.
Turning his head away, Hisoka decided to remain silent and wait for sleep to steal you away before he left. He wondered if your subconscious mind fell asleep so early, approximately 20:20 because one, you either learnt to fall asleep early on your own after 7 years. Two, he was finally near you again like old times. Or three, having a concussion naturally caused you to slip in and out of sleep.
Deep down he hoped the reason was him.